Matrim vs Travis

[Mathew Amtrum]

Fire Pit: You're gonna love this one, fighters. You'll walk to the center of what seems like a solid steel floor. Once you're there, however, guess what? The rest of that floor's giving way. To fire. We've got molten lava going on down below, and we can assure you we'll be tossing crap into it that's only gonna catch fire once it gets close. So, you'll be fighting on a metal floor surrounded on all sides by a pit of lava, complete with fireballs getting tossed around. It's gonna be hot, fighters, and you're gonna be sweating. So watch out, slip too far, and you might end up a little crispier than you're used to being. Good luck fighters.

[Matrim Gallagher]

The boots were definitely a good idea. Not to say that he was expecting Lava, no not at all. In fact, the leather coat can vouch for that. But as soon as the room heated up, he unzipped it, and took it off, letting it fall to the metal floor. He stepped into a good starting spot, he was ready for Travis, they had fought before. Matrim knew the drill, dude was a bit of a wrestler, he had the moves. Matrim had been working out, he had been getting ready for another showdown. His arms were better, he had trained to get them back in that shape. It was time.

"Somebody should really talk to the decorator," Matrim said, stretching out his arms before getting into a stance. It was something new, a stance he hadn't used much at all since coming to 259, let alone 42. His left side facing Travis, both hands were opened for palm strikes. His left elbow was leading, his left palm facing away from Travis, but near Matrim's jawline. His right palm was facing Travis, and was at Matrim's gut. "Maybe get some air conditioning?"

Whenever you're ready Travis.....

[Travis]

Travis arrived, and those icy blues couldn't help but light up at the site of his arena. That grin grabbed on immediately, tugging that cocky grin into sight. It was definitely going to be an interesting battle. But Travis wasn't all that worried. He had beaten Matrim before, and he doubted it would be any different this time. Just another walk in the park.. Albeit on a very hot day.. with LAVA?!

Ah well, it would prove to be an interesting day for sure. And if the arena's they were fighting it were all going to be rather interesting, then he didn't care if he won or not. He would learn quite a bit about the promenant fighters of the school. It would help to give him the knowledge needed to topple them. Of course, Matrim was currently in his path toward victory. And Travis would do his best to get rid of him quickly. Travis had all the tools needed to beat anyone in this tournement. Matrim was the least of his worries then.

Travis would arrive on scene, a simple light, white tank top hung on Travis' torso, a pair of blue jeans, and those nice thick metal-toed boots of his. His hands would stretch the material of his glove as he formed a fist. He'd loosen up, and raised both hands up in front of his body, a loose thai style of boxing. He'd wait for the okay to fight, and he decided that he'd be the aggressor for the first part. He knew he'd have to be careful, one flash move and he could be getting a tan he never wanted.

Travis would shift forward, moving about half speed toward Matrim with both arms cocked in front of his body slightly. His left foot would plant, and Travis' right hand would snap out with a little arc, coming in with a overhand right, shoulder set a little higher then his fist so that he could get more power into it. The other had though, lost it's fist and the finger's wiggled slightly in preparation. Matrim would probably try to counter, due to the fact that he was using an open handed style. Strike or grab, Travis would be ready. And he'd meet it with a grin.

[Matrim Gallagher]

Travis came at him, and it was all too easy. In fact Matrim was hoping for something like this, all that momentum, all that weight to be thrown, and Matrim was just the right person to throw it. Travis threw a right punch, and Matrims left elbow would knock the bottom of the punch, his elbow would open up a bit and his left hand would reach to grab Travis by the upper arm, and he would attempt to dig his fingers into the muscle, Matrim's right hand would shoot out, with the fingers downward, the bottom of his palm facing upward, aiming for Travis' gut.

Matrim would slide that left foot back in a semi-circle, he would lift up with the right hand, pull on the lift hand, and attempt to throw Travis, since his punch had an Arc to it, the momentum would make it an ideal situation to attempt to throw him in this manner, and he would most likely end up upside down, facing Matrim, and moving backwards away from the center area of their fighting space.

Come on.... go over the edge.....

Matrim was already starting to feel the heat of the place. If his plan worked and he had distanced Travis he would rip his shirt off hulk style, and go back to the same position he had been in before. If things went screwy he would just have to adjust depending on the situation.

[Travis]

Whether Matrim knew it or not, Travis didn't always strike with a closed fist. And when Matrim's elbow connected with Travis' hand it would be lifted, and it was at this moment that Travis would act. He was a skilled fighter and while he had his brute tactics at some moments, he could be quite tacticle when the need arose. And when Matrim knocked his right arm upwards, Travis' upperbody immediantly curled and twisted, pulling that right side away as his left hand, which had been at the ready the whole time, you shoot forward to slam his own palm against Matrim's ribcage. It would serve to have enough force to knock him off balance, and to put him out of his game for the moment.

It was here that Travis' left side would pull back and that right leg of his would snap out and angle to swipe from right to left toward the back of Matrim's leg, to kick it out from under him and send him toward the metal floor which was slowly raising it temperature due to the hot zone they were in. Travis was sure this fight would be entertaining, even if it wasn't going to be the most challendging. Whatever, at least he was gonna go onto the next round, right? He'd just see whether or not the kick landed.

[Matrim Gallagher]

(OOC: Not auto-hitting, settled some stuff via messenger.)

Matrim's left hand failed to grab Travis' arm, but his palm hit. The only trouble was, Travis' palm hit too. Matrim had been shifting his left foot in a semi circle motion to put his left foot back and throw Travis, but without the left hand grab that motion did nothing other then allow him to stay up. The hit drove his upper body back a bit, but when Travis threw his kick it was not at the back of Matrim's leg.

The semi circle motion put the side of Matrim's leg in attack range for a kick, as the kick landed on the side of Matrim's leg his left hand would be snapping down to grab from behind the kick before Travis could snap it back. Matrim's right palm would shoot towards the kids right knee in an angle that should hopefully dislocate the kids patella. After this Matrim would let go and somersault to his left, the kids right, rolling over his left shoulder and aiming to come up with his right side towards Travis. He would mimic the stance he started out with, only with his right elbow and right side leading, and his left palm resting at his stomach.

It's funny, he's the only person I fight like this towards... strike quick and duck out....

Matrim's sternum was damaged, and his leg hurt where it had been kicked. But he had to keep on going. After all, he wasn't forced into learning how to fight for a majority of his life just to lose to someone he had fought before. Matrim had grown strong, and to beat Travis would be a sign of improvement. Even if Matrim would be sad that he had one less challenge.

[Travis]

Travis kick had been sent, and the boy would snap down to grab it. Travis had thrown the kick with the thought of Matrim grabbing it as a possibility. Thus, when the boy's hand shot out to grasp that leg, Travis left leg would kick up, and Travis would send that boot of his hard toward Matrim's pelvis. The only problem was that Matrim threw his over hand around to attack, and Travis wouldn't be able to stop the strike from connecting against the thick of his left leg as it moved toward Matrim's body. This male wouldn't care if he got hit, as long as it wasn't anything dibilitating.

Travis' hands would drop and he'd aim to catch himself below. Those icy blues narrowed as he await Matrim's answer. No matter what happened, Travis could fight from any position. The only real problem was their arena. Travis' hands would clap against the metal and he'd feel the heat rising. It was a good thing that Travis' hands were gloved for the most part.

[Matrim Gallagher]

The kick to the pelvis prevented Matrim from somersaulting forward to say the least, but the pain of getting kicked caused him to grip down on Travis' leg. The hand that had struck Travis left leg clamped down on it, and he turned his body to the left, finishing that motion as he pulled on both of Travis legs, lifting the weight as he turned his body hard.

This is too cruel..... this is way too easy..... oh well. I guess a win is a win. Sorry about this buddy!

And he would turn, attempting to Swing Travis who's upper body was away from him. It's no doubt this would be a rather quick attack and it'd be extremely difficult to react to. Especially wearing gloves it would be hard to grip onto a metal floor that was heating up. So Matrim would toss Travis, he would make sure to toss him in a way that wouldn't be too high or too straight. The sweet spot of throws, attempting to send him past the edge of the floor, and into the lava.

And into a burning ring of fire.

[Travis]

As Matrim turned and started to swing Travis around, his body would crouch slightly as he began to move. Those hands would continue to drag against the ground as Matrim turned and just before he released Travis hands would push hard against the floor. He'd send his upper-body upwards, and his legs would drop downwards, slapping those boots against the metal floor, catching the ground as he slide inches from the end of the arena floor. Immediately he'd kick off to his right, circling slightly back toward the center as he did it, so he could keep himself from the edge. Travis had no plans of going down so quickly. Instead he'd chuckle and wave Matrim on.

Travis' hands would lift slightly, as he'd hold his body straight facing Matrim. His arms resting bent slightly at his sides, fingers twitching slightly at the thought of more combat. Travis legs would slide apart, about shoulder length and his left side would shift forward a tiny bit so that his groin wasn't let wide open. And then he'd simply stand there and wait. Travis had already gone into attack, so now it was Matrim's turn.

[Shifty Eyes]

Well boys and girls, im taking over the tournament, and adding in the gift of an item for the winner on top of the 1K!

As for this fight, Travis is the winner. Upon further inspection there was a forfeit. Matrim is the winner.

Next round will start within 24 hours.