Golden Gate Park (Mathew/Specs)

[Matrim Gallagher]

(OOC: Feel free to join and watch and even interact, just don't interrupt with the fightage.)

Matrim liked this town, he had been moved here as a part of the gang Reapers, and it was all too sudden. He had just been getting used to Long Beach. Luckily this town wasn't too different, it was the same state at least. Weather wasn't drastically changing or anything, not as bad as Japan to Alaska or Alaska to California. He was relatively used to the weather. What he wasn't used to, is this park.

This park was huge, and it was extremely wonderful. He knew Reira would love it. Lots of green grass to walk around in barefoot, tons of sunshine, beautiful decorations, and it felt free. Something about this place felt like freedom. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it just felt like that to him. Maybe it was the fact he was barefoot, wearing nothing more then a pair of jeans and an unbuttoned sleeveless white button down shirt. Or it could have been the silence and solitude that was giving him a feeling of tranquility. Of course, this peacefulness wouldn't last forever. He was here for a reason, and that reason was to fight his fellow pillar.

Mathew..... Let's finish this....

He had to know how long he could go against the earth dragon, and he wouldn't be satisfied until he knew for certain. That was just the way it was.

"Where are you Mathew....." He said, waiting for his opponent to arrive.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew hated being late, but it couldn't be helped. He was still new to the area and he had gotten lost along the way. He had turned left a few streets ago when he should have gone right. Thankfully he was able to get some directions from a nice guy on a motorcycle. Then to make up for lost time Mathew pushed the guy off his bike and used it to speed to the park.

When he finally got there, the roar of the bike announcing him he would get off the bike, letting it fall to the ground. What did he care about the bike, not like it was his.

Flicking the bangs out of his eyes and taking a moment to mess with his hair, which was fucked up from the ride. Once finished he finally turned his attention to Matrim cracking a somewhat cocky grin at his fellow pillar.

"Same gear as before? You remember what I told you?" He asked, his tone dripping with self confidence. Mathew didn't care that the kid knew what he could do. Wouldn't matter, no one could stand up to him.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Yeah," Matrim said as he took off his eye patch. He knew he would need it off for this fight, "Basically long story short you're a hard man to hurt, and sometimes it'll hurt me more then it could have ever possibly hurt you. Something along those lines?"

He looked at what the kid drove, it was a motorcycle, Matrim drove one himself. And just like Matrim this kid never wore his helmet. Then again, he didn't even know if the kid needed one. From their last fight he took the headbutt pretty well. Then again, maybe that had to do with his gear. In any case, Matrim was ready to go now, he just hoped that he'd be able to put a big enough dent in this dragon to satisfy his curiosity. He had to know just where he stood with the man.

"Well then, shall we?" Matrim said, taking off at the boy. He ran at the boy stopping on his right foot and throwing a right cross towards Mathew's chin. Continuing the body motion in a spin, he would drop down, bringing his left leg out to hit the back of Mathews legs at the end of the circular motion, he would be slightly to Mathew's left. His right fist would come up and he would attempt to add to the leg sweep by smashing it against Mathew's torso, hoping to ensure his fall. All of this assuming something in the spin didn't go horribly wrong.

(OOC: All stats are base except Cha: 68)

[Mathew Amtrum]

"More or less." Mathew said with a shrug. Once again it seemed like Matrim wasn't going to fuck around. Well that was more then fine with him. Mathew's eyes watched as the kid charged at him, something he hated to do most of the time. When the punch came at him from the side, Mathew's body pivoted to the side as his arm shot out to grab Matrim's arm as it extended to where he would have been.

Mathew's tactic was simple. Should he grab the arm he intended to yank on it to make sure that it was extended before smashing his palm in to the other Pillar's elbow. With luck his arm would break and it would make this fight that much easier. But he wasn't going to hold his breath.

However if he did manage to break the kid's arm he would then twist it so that he could really make the kid squirm and subdue him.

[Linda Osako]

Randomly, Linda's phone went off.

"What the hell?..." She looked down at it puzzled.

"Why the hell is Mathew calling me?" She answered only to hear a bunch of noise and static.

Did he just call me from his pocket...? Ugh, goddammit.

Linda looked up, only to see Mathew engaging Matrim in a fight... Well now wasn't this a coincidence. Linda decided she would stick around and watch from afar. Sure, Mathew or Matrim would probably see her, but it was all bueno. Linda was staying out of this one.

[Matrim Gallagher]

(OOC: Scratch that, all base stats.)

Matrim felt something snap, and a great pain washed over him. He wasn't sure if it was broken or not, all he knew was that his arm wasn't supposed to bend that way. But he worked through the pain, his right foot would maneuver behind Mathews left, and Matrim's left hand would open to a palm, and thrust under his right arm and strike Mathew hard in the solar plexus, aiming to hopefully wind him and knock him on his back. Of course, given his gear, he wasn't sure how effective it would be. But it was the best he could do with this situation.

Somehow I knew this would be a fun fight.

Matrim's mind was trying to push the pain off, as he hoped he could get the boy off of his arm by doing this. If it didn't work Matrim would pull that left hand back into a fist, and punch at the inside of his own elbow in an attempt to bend it the correct way and possibly get Mathew's grip to loosen up a bit. He wouldn't be able to rely on that arm for this fight. Which means a lot of his wrestling submissions were shot. He would have to focus on leg holds and striking moves. Which sadly meant going back to kickboxing.

Fuck I hate having to resort to that shit, I hate kicking, it's cheap and you aren't as close up with someone... then again I could always start headbutting him repeatedly, I'm sure he would enjoy that given his want for a headbutt in our last fight.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Matrim was about as strong as Mathew was, at least when it came to packing a punch, and while Mathew was a very tough person, the strike to the chest was enough to knock the wind out of Mathew causing him to stumble backwards. Tripping over Matrim's leg Mathew fell backwards. As soon as Mathew's body hit the ground he would take in air as he pulled his legs back so that he could shoot them outwards at Matrim's kneecaps.

One arm down, two legs and one more arm to go.

There was no doubt in his mind that he would win this fight. But he had seen Matrim fight before. The kid was good. It was a spar true, but he wasn't going to pull that many punches. He just wasn't going to try and kill the kid. Well unless he did something stupid like break Mathew's nose or pull out a hunk of hair. Fuck with Mathew's vanity and all bets are off.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Matrim hadn't been facing the guy squarely when he fell, in actuality he was turned sideways after managing to trip him backwards, his right foot forward. So when his legs kicked out, Matrim leaned back on his left leg, drew his right foot up high by bending at the knee, and then proceeded to stomp it back down after the kick hoping to stomp down hard on the guys legs, or at least one of the guys legs. Whether or not he missed he would side step back, his right arm was hurting badly and he didn't try to bend it, instead he left it lying limp at his side. He was back to kicking it seemed, and he was going to keep it that way.

Get back up.......

Matrim's left arm was bent at the elbow, fist sticking out ready to punch whenever an opening came. But for the most part he planned on keeping his distance from Mathew, he would strike and retreat. It may be a cowards game to some, but strategy was strategy, and Matrim wasn't about to go full out toe to toe with a guy who just busted his arm so easily like that. If Mathew got back up to a standing position Matrim would sidestep forward as quickly as he could and lean back on his left leg, shooting the bottom of his right foot straight to Mathew's chin.

At least this is one wrestling move I can still do... Shawn Michaels eat your heart out.

He'd attempt to withdraw that leg quickly by snapping it back at the knee before lowering the leg. If the attack worked and his withdraw was successful he would side step away twice, keeping a distance between himself and Mathew.

Damn I need this arm.....

[Mathew Amtrum]

Miscalculation, something that didn't happen often but this time caused Mathew pain. He felt the kid's foot stomp down right on Mathew's shin. It wasn't a serious injury in itself, but there was a nerve that ran down the front of the shin, the reason soccer players wore shin guards. Needless to say while it wasn't crippling it hurt like a bitch. When Matrim sidestepped back Mathew rolled away creating a gap between them as he picked himself up. Letting out a small sound of pain as he felt the nerve on his shin throbbing.

Fucking hurt.

Despite the pain in his leg Mathew was still grinning. This was fun. He didn't mind taking a bit of damage for the greater good. The greater good being of course fun.

He knew the pillar was wounded, hell it was obvious. As such it was only natural for Matrim to be cautious meaning Mathew was going to have to go on the offensive again. Darting forward at a little more then half of his speed Mathew closed the distance between the two of them, gathering Qi energy in his hand. He could feel it building up as the distance was closed.

His open palm shot forward trying to connect with Matrim, he didn't care where or if the kid blocked it. He just needed to connect. When and if it did connect Matrim would feel a wave of pain throughout his whole body as his pain nerves lit up. It would only last a few seconds, and he wouldn't really be that hurt from it. At least not physically. It gave the illusion of massive damage. It was a psych out attack. He was going to see if he could intimidate Matrim with his quivering palm attack.

[Matrim Gallagher]

The Dragon rolled away, so Matrim side stepped forward but wasn't within range of a kick, so he waited for the man to come to him. Then the fist came, or rather, the palm. Matrim wasn't sure what it was doing, but it connected with Matrim's right arm. He figured he might as well let the injured body part take the injury. So when the attack hit Matrim expected pain, he just didn't expect it to hit everywhere. Every part of his body was in pain, and he didn't understand it one bit. His teeth clenched, and he didn't move, instead he just looked at the guy.

The... hell! Did he.... did he just use.... something? A tazer?

"The.... fuck... was that," He said, and then pushing through the pain he launched his left fist at Mathews throat, in an attempt to keep him busy for the next few moments. But then he felt the pain subside, at least the pain from everywhere else. His arm still stung like a bitch from the palm considering it was an injured arm. He would then lean back on his left leg and shoot his right foot straight at Mathews gut in an attempt to make the boy bend over. If the kick was successful he would push off his back left leg into the air, dropping that right foot to plant on the ground, his left foot aiming to catch Mathew in the right side of his head around the time his right foot met ground.

I hate this kicking crap......

[Linda Osako]

Linda clapped her hands, jumping up and down.

"Mortal Kombat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

She loved watching fights, especially ones that included certain pillars. Pillars were fun, pillars were win, and Linda could stand here watch these two hit each other over and over again.

One thing bugged Linda though. Mathew had a habit of coming home all fucked up and dirty. Most of the time he didn't wipe his feet when he entered the house, and that did wonders for their white carpeting. I mean, yes he was the Earth Dragon, but did he have to always bring the shit into the house?

[Mathew Amtrum]

Matrim seemed to have hesitated when he felt the power of his Quivering Palm attack. It was enough that Mathew was now back in his groove. He saw the first coming for his throat and he just turned his body to the side again pivoting so that the blow would miss. Then just like before Mathew's hand grabbed the wrist and yanked on it so that it was straight before his other palm smashed in to the other Pillar's elbow.

He felt bad, breaking both arms of a fellow pillar. It was kind of fucked up and he really thought that now would be a good time to end the fight. The kid was a wrestler and now he couldn't wrestle. Twisting the arm for good measure he would try and get behind Matrim holding on to the arm to try and get the broken arm in a restraining hold.

"Ready to tap out? Well..... you know what I mean." He said, a hint of concern on his voice. He really hadn't been out to destroy this kid. But he didn't want to lose either.

[Matrim Gallagher]

(OOC: EPIC MUSIC FOR THE LOSING FIGHTERS LAST STAND)

Matrim coughed up a mixture of spit and disappointment when he had his other arm broken. But before Mathew would have twisted the arm behind Matrim's back, he would react. Mostly out of anguish and shock, but partially because he knew there was only one way to wrestle without use of his arms. Matrim would fight the twist with his broken arm, an immense amount of pain going through it, Mathew was stronger, but not incredibly so. Matrim would do something that seemed very retarded, very showy, but it might also work. Although it would hurt Matrim incredibly to pull it off.

"BOOYAKA BOOYAKA!" He said, hopefully it would confuse Mathew. He then jumped up, putting his feet straight up into the air, on either side of his arm, his feet would aim to go behind Mathews head and lock. Matrim would then fall, swinging headfirst backwards towards Mathews feet. If this was done correctly, and Mathew held onto his arm, it would pull Mathew forward, and then when Matrim's shoulder blades connected with any lower body part of Mathews it would probably be enough to send him off balance and forward, Matrim's feet hooked behind Mathew's head would aid to what would hopefully be a headfirst collision with the ground.

The strain of doing this on Matrim's back, and the tug on his broken arm would basically put him down for the count. He'd be conscious, but getting up would take some serious time if it was on his own. While Mathew would most likely have it easy, hitting soft ground head first. Unless there was a rock or something, and even then this move would not likely finish this tough guy.

This ones for you Rey Mysterio!

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was never good when he was thrown. He was the Earth Dragon, and while he did have a few tricks up his sleeve. He was unprepared for the move Matrim had preformed, he had expected him to give up. With both arms broken what kind of wrestling moves could he have done? That was what had been going through Mathew's head at least.

His head smashed in to the ground. His head was reeling and he felt a shooting pain through his neck. Slowly though he rolled over, he still wasn't close to being down. That was the beauty of being him. He was unstoppable, well in a manner of speaking.

Slowly Mathew picked himself up, stumbling a little as he did so. After all he was tough, but that was still a nasty blow to the head. If Matrim was still down Mathew would approach him, cautious, somewhat at least. The kid still had two broken arms. Pressing his foot down on Matrim's chest he looked down at his fellow Pillar.

"Submit now or I won't give you another chance. There is no shame in this, it was a good fight. And you fought well. I am only giving you this chance because we are on the same side and I don't want you in recovery for longer then you have to be."

His tone had no hint of friendliness to it, it was all business. Matrim was more useful functioning then not. That was why Mathew didn't want to hurt him more. He liked the kid, but that rarely mattered to Mathew, not when it came to his own agenda.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Matrim laughed, he laughed and he couldn't stop for the longest, he finally halted it and said, "You have no idea how alike we are, do you?" He said still laughing. It was so strange, he had the same lines, the same toughness, he even had the same attitude towards winning and fighting those he didn't have grudges about. Matrim was starting to wonder if the two might somehow be related or something. After all, they were very close in a lot of ways.

"Let me guess, every once in awhile you underestimate your opponents. But you never make that mistake more then once in a blue moon," Matrim did this from time to time. If Mathew was the same, which he guessed he was since he wasn't prepared for what Matrim did, "I said the exact same thing to a kid in an ankle lock. He didn't give up, so I broke his ankle and nearly shattered his knee.... I never got why he was like that till now. But there's a difference between me and him...."

Matrim laughed a bit more, he tried to raise his arms but they disagreed with movement, and he dropped them rather quickly, laughing through the pain, "I give. I can't beat you."

He laughed softly, "Yet."