Open Tryouts (Open)

[Matrim Gallagher]

The Varsity Captain of PHS #42 stepped out into the gymnasium floor, he had been spreading the word since he got here that if you wanted to be on a sports team that you needed to show up here now. He was going to be finding out who had what it took to be a member of his sports teams. It wasn't going to be based off of their athletic abilities, at least not exactly. Not in the sense that they'd be playing sports. They would be doing something much more intense.

Matrim decided that through process of elimination he would choose only the best. Which meant that everyone who showed up would be fighting each other. He would take the last ten standing, despite whatever knowledge of sports they had, and train them. Of course, he would be fighting in this battle royal as well. He didn't want to make it too easy after all, and this way it was fair. They would know what his capabilities were and wouldn't question whether or not he was suitable for his position.

So he waited in the center of the gymnasium as kids from PHS #42 showed up slowly, sitting in the bleachers of the gym. Matrim held back his laughter as he looked at the faces of the kids he was about to pulverize. He wondered if he'd see some familiar faces in this crowd. After all, he couldn't have been the only transfer interested in sports.

Maybe SHE will show up..... He thought to himself, remembering his fight with the old VC of 259.

[Riley]

Riley wasn't even sure why he was here. The only sport he had ever played before was basketball, and he was good, he had to have been, to have been on the team before his unexpected retirement ie. him dying. Walking into the gym, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, a crowd of people greeted him. Riley stood against the wall, facing the side of bleachers, giving him a good view of the entire bleachers, as it filled up with students, keeping his gaze focused completely on Matrim, who, last time he heard, had become Varsity Captain. Last time he and Matrim had met, Riley had ended up with a punch to the side of his head, resulting in a wound to his head. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, Riley folded his arms across his chest, as more and more students came into the gym, soon the bleachers were crowded.

Riley had a feeling this meeting wasn't going to just involve talking, knowing Matrim, which wasn't very much, this would probably end up a fight, the guy did like to fight after all. Looking up at the faces of the students on the bleachers, a lot of them he didn't recognize, which was to be expected, most of the students here, were already students here long before he had transferred to this school. His arms still folded across his chest, his face devoid of any emotion, Riley watched and waited patiently for Matrim to begin, but it seemed not everyone here was as patient as he was. "HEY!" Riley heard a rough voice shout out, as he turned his head upwards a bit and saw a buff-looking guy stand up, as everyone quieted down around him. "So what exactly is the point of calling us all here anyways... Varsity Captain?"

Riley could hear the hint of malice in the guy's voice, clearly he was not happy with Matrim becoming their new Varsity Captain. But no matter how many ways you slice it, Matrim was the new Varsity Captain, and no amount of complaining would change that. "You 259 transfers just come to OUR school, and think you can push us around? I'd like to see you try!" Looking over the guy, before looking over at Mat, things were already starting to heat up. This was going to be good...

[Olesya]

Hm, as if maybe was an option.

She may not be the Varsity Captain anymore, but Olesya had always had an affinity for sports, and in the time that she ran them all, it was like fueling an addiction. Her nose healed, her spine was still a bit sore and bruised in spots, and her ribs were still healing, but Olesya was back in action like ever before. She didn't even wince when she breathed anymore...it was a good day.

She stepped into the gym along with the rest of the interested students, heading up to sit in the bleachers like a good little student. As she reached the middle bleacher, she jolted to the side sharply as she was jostled from someone already sitting. "Watch it, TRANSFER. Don't make me beat the shit outta you." Hm. She glanced over him. Big muscles, close set eyes. All strength and no tact, she shook her head. He would make a good wrestler, maybe. The muscle would make up for what he lacked in brain waves.

Sitting down, she propped her feet up on the bleacher in front of her resting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands, waiting for something to happen.

"HEY! So what exactly is the point of calling us all here anyways... Varsity Captain?"

It was funny how confrontations drew more quiet than calls to order. Her gaze moved from the beefhead to the center of the floor where the VC stood. Matrim, as she remembered him introducing himself minutes before he knocked her unconscious. He was a good fighter, and not that bigoted of an individual from what she had seen in their fight. He deserved the title then, let's see how he does in this new school where she knew the old pillars had recently been toppled just like she, Emily, and David had been. It was kind of like deja vu.

"You 259 transfers just come to OUR school, and think you can push us around? I'd like to see you try!"

Snort. Olesya used her self-control to keep from laughing at this...think dead puppies, dead puppies....no, too late. Her snicker broke the silence that the thug had created until it was a full-out laugh, as if the kid next to her had told a funny joke.

"Hahahah..."

It was a challenge, was it not? And anyone who knew the spunky brunette knew that she never passed up a challenge. How would the new VC handle this imbecile? What did he have up his sleeve? Her amusement over, she resumed her comfortable posture, though her back a a bit straighter, and she looked down in mild interest rather than boredom.

[Elmira Medina]

This has gotta be the right place, Elmira Medina thought to herself as her plain gray eyes danced slowly across the gym. Her old school had two gymnasiums, so it had been a bit confusing at times when she was told to 'meet at the gym,' yet with this many people in one area, she could not possibly made a wrong move. Her instinct was to go up to somebody and begin mindlessly chattering- after all, she had party invitations in her purse that she was dying to pass out- yet she managed to contain her impulse. She wanted to get to know people, of course. There was just no appropriate opener, and some sort of angry conversation had already begun.

She had showed up mostly because of her interest in soccer. If she were to pick any sport, it would be bicycle racing, but she had never been to a school that offered it, and she assumed this public school would not be any different. Soccer, however, HAD to be available. She did not have much experience with soccer, other than a few friendly games with family and acquaintances, yet she knew she liked kicking things, and she knew she was good at kicking things. That must be a good start. Plus, her strong legs also made her a decent runner and jumper, which she assumed would be bonuses for these tryouts. Oh, and she had quite the competitive streak. She did not like other girls being better than her. It wouldn't be co-ed, would it? I've never been to a school with a co-ed sports team.

If soccer did not prove to be good for her, she would move on to basketball. After all, running and jumping are important for basketball, too. And then there was that fact that Elmira was tall. Very tall. Exceptionally tall. Of course, this was something she was not proud of; on the contrary, she was ashamed of her height and did not like discussing it, but if she did pause to think about it, a grande stature would be quite an advantage.

As these ideas ran through her head, Elmira made her way up to the bleachers, trying not to get in anybody's way. She would have time to make new friends and pass out party invites later. This could be her only opportunity to be on a sports team, and she did not want to screw it up. It would be perfect: a group of closely knit friends who would play together, laugh together, and have fun together. Their good sportsmanship and winning games would only increase their bond, along with celebratory pizzas and after parties. Mmm... parties...

She zoned back into the moment as she heard something about transfer students. Huh? Shit, did I miss something? There was a girl snickering fairly loudly, but Elmira was not sure what it meant.

"Hey guys, I'm a transfer student, too! But really, I'm nice and don't wanna push anyone around," Elmira added to the conversation loudly, seeing as it was appropriate to stand up and randomly shout things into the crowd. "Let's just all get along!" She was not a '259' transfer student, whatever that meant, though, so perhaps she spoke too soon. Elmira actually came from a snobby private Catholic school (despite that her family was Protestant) and did not know anyone else there. However, speaking up was probably a good way to get her face out. "So, uh, where are all my soccer tryout people at?" she asked, this time her voice slightly softer than before.

[Damien Kross, Jester]

I was there for three reasons, and three reasons only... One, I enjoy watching soccer. What, got a problem? Two, I wanted to meet Matrim, my new fellow Pillar. Afterall, if we were to be working together, I'd better get to know him. And thirdly, I liked to watch people get the shit kicked out of them.

Me especially.

Indeed Jester. Indeed.

I ate a small dollar-menu chicken sandwich from Wendy's, a bag in my hand containing two more, and a few little containers of honey mustard sauce. I merely took a seat nearby and prepared to watch th festivities unfold. The Varsity Captain appeared to be someone perfect for the position- appeared quite the adversary. I also appeared fitting to my position- the much more fluffy position of Media Director. I donned my suit, complete with my purple undershirt today, and my tophat resting atop my noggin.

The stage is yours Varsity Captain. Show me your moves.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Wearing sneakers, jeans, and a button down white shirt Matrim took his eye patch off. There would be no need to hide the fact he had both eyes. Riley knew, and he finally caught Olesya in the crowd. Matrim listened to the crowd, not changing his expression. He was much like Olesya, so much so it was scary. He grew a devilish grin, then a chuckle started. Breaks every few seconds where it would get louder, then his mouth opened slightly giving life to a cold laughter. He looked up at all of them, especially the transfers.

"If you are going to play sports this year, all you have to do is one thing. Prove yourself worthy," Matrim reached up and ripped off his shirt, throwing it to the side, looking out to the entire crowd. He then laughed, almost maniacally, and he could tell some of the non-transfers were starting to be freaked out by Matrim.

Good... they SHOULD be.

"Last people standing make any team of their choice. Those who do not fight will never be considered for a sport so long as I'm Varsity Captain. It will be the job of those who survive this fight and manage to stand on their two feet to make a choice about who among you are suited for sports."

Matrim reached into his pocket grabbing the remote control. After all, what was a fight without epic music? The gymnasium speakers came to life, "When the bell tolls twelve, the battle royal begins. Anything goes, and I am among the fighters."

The music began to play, and when the clock stroke eleven, Matrim outstretched his hands and looked up at the gymnasium ceiling.

Let it begin......

Matrim got ready for the fifty something students in the gymnasium to begin their fight. Some of them would most likely go after him, others would go after each other, but Matrim knew he wanted to fight the strongest of them. He wouldn't focus until he saw some of the fighters progressing, and then he'd go after the tougher ones. Not to eliminate them, more as a form of getting to know them better.

[Riley]

"Hahahah..." Riley turned his gaze, a look of mild boredom now on his face, as he saw a girl break out in full on laughter from the comment the guy had said. "Hey! You think this is funny, huh!?" Riley heard the guy shout, a look of anger on his face, "Just give me an excuse to stomp your ass!"Riley resisted the urge to roll his eyes, if the students of PHS 42 thought the transfer students were all weak, they were dead wrong. "Hey guys, I'm a transfer student, too! But really, I'm nice and don't wanna push anyone around," Riley saw another girl, who he had never seen before, add to the conversation, "Let's just all get along!" Riley snickered quietly, asking them to all get along, was like trying to stop a rampaging bear. Just ain't gonna happen. "So, uh, where are all my soccer tryout people at?" It seemed however, her last question fell on deaf ears. "I don't care if you got voted Ms. Popular!" The guy shouted at the new girl, "This is our school, get it!?"

Riley shook his head in mock exasperation, as he saw Matrim take off his eye patch, Riley never really understood why Mat had that thing on in the first place, he wasn't blind in one eye, but eh, whatever. He saw a devilish grin appear on Mat's face, followed by a chuckle, as he looked at all the students, Riley still leaning up against the wall. "If you are going to play sports this year, all you have to do is one thing. Prove yourself worthy." Riley saw Mat then rip his shirt off, throwing it off to the side, and then start to laugh maniacally. While most of the non-transfer students looked completely freaked out, Riley was unfazed by Matrim's sudden display of craziness, having grown used to it back at Point Hope High. "Last people standing make any team of their choice. Those who do not fight will never be considered for a sport so long as I'm Varsity Captain. It will be the job of those who survive this fight and manage to stand on their two feet to make a choice about who among you are suited for sports."

Riley sighed in mock exasperation, same old Mat. Solving everything with a mass fight. He saw Mat reach into his pocket and pull out a remote, as music began to blare, loudly he might add, from the speakers. "When the bell tolls twelve, the battle royal begins. Anything goes, and I am among the fighters." Riley saw Matrim stretch out his hands like he was Moses and look up at the ceiling, as Riley unfolded his arms, and pushed off from the wall, getting ready for the fight. So that's how it was going to go down huh? No problem right? Right. At first some of the students just sat there, not sure of what to do, until the big guy, the one that had been shouting at Mat before, stood up, and began stomping down the bleachers, as the students parted in the middle, forming a path for him. As soon as he reached the floor, he charged at Mat, and threw a punch.

And just like that, all hell broke loose. Some students started punching anything that moved, the fight had started. Riley however, was not so impulsive, he would not punch everything in his sight, no, if anyone wanted to take him out, they would have to come to him, not him go to them. And that's exactly what happened. As soon as some of the students touched the gym floor, 5 students immediately charged at him, but they were sloppy, uncoordinated. It didn't take Riley long to dispatch one, just by simply kicking the guy in the face with a simply front kick, socking the guy in the face with his foot. The guy crumpled to the floor, and the other four ran at Riley, trying to knock him out. Riley slammed his fist into one guy's face, swiveled around and jammed his left elbow into another face, launched a roundhouse kick into another's stomach.

The three dropped like flies already. What a joke. Now only one was left, as Riley smirked at the guy, who looked panic stricken, but charged at Riley anyways. Ducking under the punch the guy threw, Riley launched an uppercut, lifting the guy up in the air, before the guy fell on the ground, knocked out. Riley looked around at the multiple brawls happening around him, and shook his head. He may not like it, but if he had to fight, then so be it.

[Adrian]

Adrian was sitting in the bleachers as all this went on. When the meathead in the second post stood up and complained, Adrian merely looked over at him. He reached into his duffel bag nearby and pulled out a stick of 5 Gum, 'Rain' flavored, and began to chew it. More people arrived at the gym, all waiting to see what the new Varsity Captain would do. Adrian smirked as the man took off his eyepatch, revealing - surprise- a perfectly good eye. Adrian's time at 259 had somewhat climatized him to freaks like this, who dyed their hair ridiculous colors or walked around like anime rejects. Adrian, meanwhile, was dressed quite normally for a gym class, wearing his usual athletic getup. Unlike most of his other clothes, this outfit isn't instantaneously visible as belonging to someone of the highest social circles. Despite that fact, both the shirt and the athletic shorts he wore were custom-tailored especially for him by some of the best American designers to fit perfectly. Adrian wouldn't have it any other way.

The man explained to the crowd that the sports teams would be picked on one merit alone - how good you were and beating the hell out of everyone in your path. Adrian smirked, and smacked his gum loudly. This could get interesting.

The song played, an AC/DC classic and one of Adrian's favorites. This would only make things better.

"When the bell tolls twelve, the battle royal begins. Anything goes, and I am among the fighters."

Adrian began to move.

One.

He stalked over towards the meathead who spoke out earlier. He knew the song; he had about a minute.

Two.

He pushed some people out of the way; they gave him funny looks, but said nothing.

Three. Four. Five.

Adrian finally got closer to where the jock had been sitting when he spoke up. He scanned the crowd to see if he could find him again.

Six.

He spotted him. Adrian pushed his way through the crowd. People kept looking at him; everyone else was stone silent and still as the bells rang, but here this one was moving around. No one did anything, though, likely too afraid to break the rules set by the VC.

Seven. Eight. Nine.

Adrian made his way over to the meathead and pushed a kid out of the way, and sat next to him.

Ten.

"Hi. My name's Adrian. I'm from 259."

Eleven.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing TALKIN' to me, then, you little PUNK?!" the mentally deficit meathead spoke up, standing up in anger.

Twelve.

"So you'd do that." Adrian rose up from a seated position with all his might, his right hand coming up as well with a devastating uppercut. He caught the jock unawares, surprised and with a lot of force. The bigger student was lifted off the bleachers before falling back, landing on a student below him and slamming them both into the bleachers again. They began to roll down the stands, catching anyone who did not have the presence of mind or the available room to dive out of the way. All in all, Adrian, with a single punch, had taken around ten people out of the fight.

Quickly, he turned to the people he had shoved to get into position, who were at the moment sneaking up to attempt to sucker-punch him. He pointed at them, and they stopped dead in their tracks. He smacked his gum, and spoke out. "Do you really want that," his other hand pointed as the mess of students at the bottom of the stands, "to happen to you too?" They stopped a moment and looked at each other. "You're much better off squaring off against someone you can take, whelps."

He stepped down, towards the gymnasium floor, as the five students who had previously thought to ally against him turned against each other, finally realizing the dog-eat-dog nature of the brawl.

All too easy.

[Elmira Medina]

Elmira grinned to herself at the remark she received. Ms. Popular, hm? It certainly had a nice ring to it. She was glad that people thought she was some sort of popular girl, even though she was highly disliked at her past few schools. And that was mostly for picking fights. Now we're being encouraged to pick a fight...

It was both good news and bad news. The good news was that she had some experience beating people up. Though those incidents were mostly melodramatic cat fights, she had managed to take the girls down. Again, being 6'1" with legs of doom had a couple advantages. Plus, instead of being forced to hold back her negative energy, she could let it all out on anyone she pleased.

The bad news was that she may make enemies, which was her goal to avoid this year. She wanted real friends she could hang onto, ones that would party with her and help her focus on what she needed, since she wasn't independent enough to figure out life by herself. And after all this brawling, a large amount of students may be too bruised up or ticked off to accept her friendly party invitations. Now THAT would be a real bummer.

"So, we could fight anybody we want, right?" she asked aloud. It was a bit of a pointless question, as people were already smacking away. If it had to go down this way, she at least wished it was more organized, like in match-ups and rounds. "Alright, then I want to fight... HER!" Elmira pointed her finger at Olesya, whom she recognized as the girl who was snickering for reasons Elmira did not understand. "Bitch has been giving me dirty looks ever since I walked in to this place!" The latter statement wasn't true, and Elmira knew it. She only disliked the stranger because she was fairly attractive, and Elmira hated girls who put her own appearance to shame. "Don't think you can get away with this shit!"

[Daxon]

Hey kids! Lets see what Daxon sees from his perspective on the bleachers!




The idoits....the lot of them. Beating the crap out-of each other for the sole purpose of getting the approval of the pillar in-charge of sports. What a load of excrement from the end of a large African Mammal. If Daxon didn't want his guts ripped out, he would have told the pillar in charge to place one of his excretion holes in the other. The chaos that ensued showed how many people followed his laws like sheep, but Daxon was sure that sheep prolly had more self respect then this. Beating each other to a pulp on the sole purpose of joining a sports team.....

Daxon laughed to himself...."Look at me I am tough, I can now play baseball". Said Daxon in a sarcastic tone underneath his breath picturing one of the remaining students that would survive this battle.

Why was the freshmen in the gymnasium anyway? Well the purpose was quite simple, Daxon wanted to be one of the remaining students left standing on the gym floor. So he could then tell the pillar what an idiot of a trial this was to his face. Did that mean that Daxon was going to be duking it out with the chaotic mass in the center? Nope, he had a less physical plan that would keep his well being intact.

The freshman was sitting silently on one of the middle bleachers watching the carnage from above. It was ironic how many brawlers at this school had a weak sense of peripheral vision of their surroundings. Most fighters only locked onto a target that was 3-6m away from them....ignoring everything else.

Most people were quite ignorant of a kid in the white T-shirt and baggy bluejeans that sat a good distance away from the main battles. Daxon's intense blue eyes rested upon all the fighters drinking in their idiocy.

Technically he was a part of this battle....it was a free for all.

Technically he could be victorious by not even raising a finger, O the hate that would ensue. But Daxon felt he could take it, it would be a victory non-the-less, with a plan that these apes couldn't dream to imagine.

And when this was over Daxon would laugh and laugh and laugh till his victory clearly sunk into all the people that wasted their efforts in a vein struggle to gain the approval of a pillar.

Should a fighter even approach the silent Daxon who sat atop the gymnasium bleachers....they would find that their efforts would also be in vein as-well. The key to a good plan was to have not one...but many backup plans in-case of certain situations.

[Matrim Gallagher]

An idiot came right at Matrim, Matrim did one thing and one thing alone. A swift headbutt to the guy after sidestepping his punch. The man crumbled, and Matrim only felt the familiar sting of his own strength hitting something as thickheaded as the skull of this idiot. His eyes did raise to the other fighters, someone in the crowd seemed to be enthused about going after Olesya, while Riley seemed to be holding his own. Elsewhere a fighter with blond hair seemed to be leading in overall body count by using a bigger guy to his advantage. Matrim laughed at this, making note that he wanted to fight the blond.

"Guess there isn't any helping it," Matrim said, running at the blond boy. There were five kids fighting each other, Matrim merely used one of them as a stepping stone towards his goal, and by that I mean he lifted off the ground, stepping off of the kids back as he was bent forward a little, and aimed his right foot to come crashing down on the blond kids chest. He was at a pretty sharp angle from the jump, but should the kid dodge Matrim would be able to land on that foot. If the kick connected he would attempt to bend his knee and then extend the leg in order to kick off of the boys chest and land safely on his left foot a yard or so away from the kid.

Let's see what you got.....

[Olesya]

"If you are going to play sports this year, all you have to do is one thing. Prove yourself worthy,"

Olesya quirked an eyebrow as Matrim ripped his shirt off and began to laugh. There were many gasps and a couple 'Ooh!'s scattered among the crowd. Olesya found it amusing, and wasn't offset by the show he put on. When they had faced in their fight, she could tell that he loved fighting. It was the thrill of the game, the challenge...so far so good.

"Last people standing make any team of their choice. Those who do not fight will never be considered for a sport so long as I'm Varsity Captain. It will be the job of those who survive this fight and manage to stand on their two feet to make a choice about who among you are suited for sports."

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have our challenge. It would be a shame for a former Varsity Captain to be thrown out of the race before the fun had even begun! The question was, where to start, because as Matrim hit the remote for the speakers, it was like he hit a remote on all the individuals in the room. Suddenly everyone started getting up and socking the shit out of each other. She quickly dispatched the two closest buffoons who swung wildly in the confined area of the bleachers, taking out the right one with a left roundhouse punch before turning and knocking out the second with a knee to the gut followed by an uppercut.

"So, we could fight anybody we want, right? Alright, then I want to fight... HER!"

Huh? Olesya looked up to find a girl pointing directly at her. Les mirrored the gesture, pointing to herself with a curious look, a mischievous grin forming on her face.

"Bitch has been giving me dirty looks ever since I walked in to this place! Don't think you can get away with this shit!"

Pfft, what? Hah, okay...she'll go with it. Since Les didn't even recall looking in the direction that the girl was in, but whether or not she actually believed it would be up to her, not Les. This wasn't the kind of situation where you could sit down and talk about your feelings. There were shouts, and groans, thudding of bodies hitting the floor before climbing back up again. It was chaos in its purest form.

"Hahah...alright. You got it girlie. Don't break a nail."

Skipping over the boy who was now nursing a broken nose, she launched herself at this new girl, starting off with a wimple right hand punch. She was careful to watch her footing on the bleachers, and was starting off easy so she could get a feel for this girl as well as getting used to moving on the elevated seating.

[Adrian]

((I'm gonna go ahead and break post order, as I'm kinda being directly attacked at the moment. Any problems with that and I'll just delete it.))

If there was one thing about a big, awesome, flashy attack, it's that it's usually a pretty strong thing. If there was one more thing, it's big, awesome, and flashy, and easy to spot coming a mile away. Thus, when Matrim leapt through the air off the back of some poor whelp with a flying kick, Adrian was quick to juke off to his side, allowing the Varsity Captain to land directly in front of him. However, Adrian didn't capitalize; at least, not at the moment.

Instead, he held up his index finger. "Hold up a sec."

If Matrim would acquiesce, Adrian would reach into his pocket, and pull out....

A ROCKET CAN!!

That's right, Powerthirst, GUN FLAVOR! Adrian would pop the squirt-top open and take a long, deep drink. Afterwards, he would throw the can over his shoulder, where it landed on some other fighter's head for double damage, knocking him out somehow. That's just how epic Powerthirst really is.

"Alright," Adrian said, spitting his gum out into the open mouth of some unconscious guy laying nearby. "Out of all the people in this gym, you wanna fight me. You must really NOT want to be on a sports team after all." Adrian smirked, and waved his hand at the VC in the universal 'bring it on' gesture. "Then let's do this."

[Elmira Medina]

It was a tad ironic how the girl had made a sarcastic comment about not breaking a nail, because the same worry had actually gone through Elmira's head. Of course, she could not blame her for the statement directly; this person, who's name she did not even know yet, could not have possibly read her mind and then mocked her for it. Still, the fact that she had been so easily readable as a stereotypical high-maintenance rich girl made her angrier. Even with money and time for manicures and eyebrow waxes, Olesya still managed to make her feel insecure, both with the slender yet curvy body that Elmira's nineteen-year-old-and-flat-chested-with-a-fat-butt self envied and the scorn she felt for being part of a "girlie" label.

The right hand punch connected and hit Elmira's neck, normally a very tender spot on any human being, but apparently the attack was not thrown at full strength, and Elmira managed to stumble back along the bleachers so she did not have to receive its full impact. Still, she took a moment to mumble a short, "Ow," rub the spot to check for blood, then lean down for an under kick, attempting to swing her leg beneath the opponent's feet while keeping her balance on the palms of her hands, leaning toward the left. Even if the kick was not hard enough to do severe damage upon impact, Elmira hoped to at least trip her, and if she was lucky, the fall would be all the way down the bleachers. That would mean the bleachers would do more of the beating up than Elmira herself. But that would be all too easy, and she shouldn't expect an easy fight.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Matrim landed on his right foot, the guy had dodged the attack. After all, it wasn't like he was trying to be sneaky about what he was doing. He didn't expect anything less from someone. After all, the point of this was to find the best and the motivated. Not the ones who would win necessarily so much as the ones who could keep on going. It was a way to test everybody's endurance, mentally and physically. Weeding out those who would quit in a game if the team was losing, and those who refuse to quit, those who do not accept failure as an option. Those were the types Matrim was looking for.

So as ACDC blasted through the gymnasium speakers, his focus on the boy sharpened, and when he held a finger up and pulled out an energy drink, Matrim just laughed. Something about it all just seemed so silly, Matrim liked this guy already. He took the time to just stand upright again, no longer at a strange angle from his landing.

"Out of all the people in this gym, you wanna fight me. You must really NOT want to be on a sports team after all. Then let's do this."

"I'm just here to get a taste before the fights over with," Matrim said with a grin, he then shot a right hook towards the boys jaw. He would bend his elbow whether or not it connected with something, his elbow facing outwards and his fist turned towards him, his left hand would grab around his right fist, and he would step forward with his right foot, thrusting his right elbow towards the boys gut.

Let's see what you got before I go onto my next opponent.