Taste my Butt

[SR Park]

The highly toxic smoke filled his lungs, filtering into his bloodstream and giving him a sense of pseudo-relaxation. Being a wrestler, Seung-Ri should refrain from smoking, but he can't help it; nicotene had its vicegrip around his balls, and his cardio suffers because of it. Oh well! You only live once, right? Might as well enjoy it while he still can.

A sense of dread came to Seung-Ri when he realized he was nearing the end of his cigarette, and he tried to savour every last bit of tobacco before finally plucking the butt from his lips and flicking it away, inadvertently causing it to fly into someone's face. The sophomore would only grin when the victim turned to look at him, and he would say, "Watch where you're walking. You might get a taste of someone's butt."

Anybody in New York would flip out on me and try to scrap me. Or, in a worst case scenario, try to shoot or stab me. Wonder if they react any differently on the west-coast?

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel was downtown to finish up another business transaction it seemed only natural to go about the beaten path, a dirt hole of a place horribly underrated. Sidewalks were terribly kept up and the homeless lived but alleyways across each corner peering out but never looking into another’s eyes. Gabriel stood out a wolf amongst the sheep with his Armani Jacket coat that was hanging lavishly over his shoulders. He didn’t care much for the rubbish this city seemed to produce so he was constantly down by the docks picking up goods. He marched around a corner only to have an ashy mess flung into his face.

"Watch where you're walking. You might get a taste of someone's butt."

Gabriel wiped away the mess from his coat before flinging something of his own into the assaulter’s face. A five finger death punch. Gabriel was quick and did so without any notice, he was in no mood to take shot from a lesser person.

[SR Park]

[OOC: I'm going to assume he used his right hand to punch.]

Though he was unaware of how this particular individual would react to the situation, Seung-Ri's instincts are well-versed in dealing with spontaneous violence, and as such, his body reacted accordingly. Swaying his head just outside of the assailant's punch, his fist lightly brushing against the side of his head and missing his face, Seung-Ri launched an attack of his own, the heel of his right palm aiming to crack against the bottom of the boy's chin.

[Gabriel Seran]

The aggressor moved swiftly to avoid Gabriel’s punch and worked well to retaliate. Gabriel smiled as he moved in the same accordance shifting to the side to evade the punch. With a left handed strike Gabriel would aim for the boy’s ribs with a fast jab. But the sleight of hand was to play in also Gabriel also kicked with his Right leg kicking inward at the guy’s kneecap with the intention to break it. Violence was in his nature and he wanted it evermore as the fight would continue.

[SR Park]

The hand, even though not hitting its intended target, continued through with the motion and went past the boy's head, only to clasp tightly behind his neck and sharply pull down, bringing his opponent's head closer to his chest. The jab to his ribs did not go unregistered, but was easily shrugged off by the sophomore as he pulled his opponent's head down and drove his right knee deep into his stomach, simultaneously attacking and avoiding the kick sent to his kneecap, which would instead hit his calf muscle and leave little to no lasting damage.

[Gabriel Seran]

His foes hand wrapped around and grasped behind Gabriel’s head unexpectedly tugging him down, Gabriel saw the knee coming up and feared it. In a struggle for survival he rolled to the side his torso contacting the knee while his face was left unharmed. Having his foe from beneath led to many other opportunities. Gabriel now had great boxer opportunity. He hunched his shoulders slightly to protect his neck and pursued to pound the guy in his torso. Right, left, right, left, as many as could be fit in.

[SR Park]

Seung-Ri grinned; it was going to be over soon.

He felt his knee drive into his opponent's body, and saw that his opponent appeared to hunch over even more, lowering his position, only putting him at an even further disadvantage. There was no doubt that the Korean felt the blows hammering into his body, but he would persevere through them in order to deliver damage back, ten-fold.

With both hands, Seung-Ri grabbed onto the back of his opponent's head, clasping a fistful of hair in each hand in order to reduce the chance of him escaping, and once again sharply pulled down, and instead of sending a knee toward the body, he now aimed to smash the hard bone into his opponent's face. Since his opponent was occupied with feeding Seung-Ri body shots, he left himself with little to no protection from the rain of knees that the Korean was about to unleash upon him. He would follow-up on his right knee with a left knee, this one also aimed at the vulnerable face of his opponent.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel chuckled as the man would grab for his hair, what was he a prostitute? No, Gabriel was a warrior and no amount of grappling would bring him down so easily, as the man brought his knees up into him Gabriel moved his arms to cross and defend his face once more now with momentum he directed a head butt into the guy’s gut and would send him riling into a wall full force. Backing away carefully Gabriel would plant several kicks into the guy’s chest. Severely not caring about his new found condition. He grinned mischievously.

[SR Park]

His knees were blocked, much to Seung-Ri's pleasure; he would have been disappointed if anything less than that happened. It would have ended far too fast for his liking. Soon after launching his knees he found himself being pushed back by his opponent, who charged into him like a bull and rammed him against a nearby wall, the head against his stomach forcing some air out of him and causing him to release his grip on the boy's hair.

His opponent stepped away cautiously and sent a kick at Seung-Ri's chest, who took it with a grain of salt, but found himself knocked against the wall again when he tried to step away from it. Another kick was sent toward his chest, but this time, the Korean anticipated it. Hit him once, shame on you; hit him again in the exact same spot in the exact same manner, shame on him. Catching the attacking leg by the ankle with both hands, Seung-Ri used his left leg to kick out his opponent's remaining leg out from under him, which would cause him to fall onto the hard sidewalk since he no longer had any legs to stand on.

Even while his opponent was on the ground, Seung-Ri would maintain possession of his leg, grasping it tightly by the ankle with the corresponding hand.

[Gabriel Seran]

He was becoming savage now, he was out for blood. Gabriel watched intently as the man took the beating. He didn’t feel sorrow or any counter-productive emotions all he had was greed for victory. Too much so it would seem as his foot was clutched from beneath his waist, instinctively Gabriel gabbed for footing on the floor which buffered some of his fall, though now his wrists hurt as did his tailbone but what mattered was his head so long as that was in good condition he could fight on.
Gabriel twisted in the man’s grip using his other leg to kick at the guy’s grip on Gabriel’s leg, he would not allow for himself to be caught. Like a fish caught on a reel he’d fight in all manners.

[SR Park]

Seung-Ri used his free hand to grab a hold of the boy's other leg when he used it in an attempt to free his leg from the Korean's grasp. With both legs in his possession, Seung-Ri swung his arms to his right and released his grip on his opponent, causing his legs to appear as if they were tossed off to the side. Now that the legs were out of the way, Seung-Ri fell on top of his opponent, planting his knee on the boy's stomach and pinning his body to the sidewalk beneath his weight. In this position, the Korean cocked his right fist back and sent a vicious right hook toward his opponent's face.

[Gabriel Seran]

The male had attained a strong position above him, Gabriel’s weight was pinned beneath the guy’s though he left open for one fatal flaw weight distribution, Gabriel turned on his side the second the fighter had raised his arm upward. The imbalance between upper body and lower would normally be shifted off giving Gabriel a small window to move. With that Gabriel would be up on his feet sending a right hook to the face and a lefty to his lower jaw on the opposite side of his face.

[SR Park]

Seung-Ri wouldn't have made it anywhere as a wrestler if he let his opponents get out from under him so easily. Wrestling was all about control, and that's exactly what he'd do; maintain his dominant position, therefore maintaining control. As soon as his opponent turned onto his side to shrug the sophomore's knee off of his body, Seung-Ri was all over him like a blanket, pressing his chest against the boy's chest and pinning his body against the ground. Seung-Ri would then use his right arm to wrap around his opponent's back, putting him in a half-hug, while his left hand descended upon his opponent's face in a hammerfist aiming to crush his nose.

[Gabriel Seran]

The kid was like a leech; Gabriel was beginning to get annoyed at the guy’s persistence. Always so clingy too, he could analyze that this was all he had, it was the boy’s vice his skill. Gabriel could always just try beating him at it or he could play to his own, which would be more fun. He smiled from underneath the pin as the boy raised a fist to strike again.

This time around he’d use a move he learned from David Blaze in their fight, with quick thinking Gabriel drove his nails into the kid’s upper torso grabbing for the ribs and pulling them apart, violent yes, that was just the start. When the fist came down Gabriel shifted so the crown of his head impacted with the boy’s fist giving Gabriel a slight throb though nothing more. He’d tear as hard as he could the boy’s only escape to release him.

[SR Park]

Seung-Ri scrunched his face up, both out of discomfort and disbelief as he felt his opponent's fingers dig into his side. Was he trying to... grab a hold of his ribs? He would have laughed if the boy's fingers weren't painfully jabbing into said ribs. There could be no other explanation as to why his opponent's would have his hand positioned like that; maybe the finger-jabbing was what he intended?

Regardless, shortly following the hammerfist, which landed on the boy's forehead instead of his face like he had intended, Seung-Ri's left hand would reach down and grab a hold of his opponent's right wrist, whose attached hand was jabbing fingers into his ribs, and pull the arm between his legs, squeezing it between his thighs and ultimately trapping it.

From here, the sophomore would rain down a series of relentless left hands into his opponent's unguarded face until he managed to cover up or went unconscious.