Emily vs. Allen

[Shifty Eyes]

You have done good to make it this far, but now your in the big leagues, and things wont happen so easily for you! You are led down into a basement area of a large warehouse. Only one lightbulb swings from the ceiling, giving light in the center of the room (about thirty circular feet). Everything else is pitch black. Dont break that bulb people! There wont be another one! Use this to your advantage and watch out, because dwelling in the darkness are rather large men, Waiting to beat the stuffing out of a little girl or boy who happens to step out of the light of protection!

You ready? I'm ready.

FIGHT!

[seishounohana]

Emily stood there by one side of the stage. It was dark, and a had a very limited amount of space. Somehow, the darkness frightened her. It didn't help that she kept hearing murmurs of men grinding their teeth at wanting a hand at her and her opponent to beat them up to a pulp.

Emily shuddered. This was just like those scenes in horror movies. Last she'd want was an arm moving forward and grabbing her by the shoulder to reel her into oblivion.

She shuddered again at the thought and took a few steps towards the center, totally creeped out by the darkness of the room.

[Allen Daughtry]

'First it was a desert, and now a hole. What the fuck, am I in a fantasy tournament or something?'

The last fight had gone rather smoothly for the shaded male, as his opponent's defeat came within just five minutes. Having evaded her own strikes and trapped her in the middle of a strike that she was trying to grab and pinning her to the sandy earth, all that was left for Allen Daughtry to do was finishing the job. Shoved into the dunes, unable to resist effectively, Sara Quinn was inevitably knocked out with less than a nasty bruise on her chest and head, and no real injuries at all on Allen. He walked away clean, and the girl would probably wake up with just a headache.

Though Daughtry was happy with the success and relieved that both he and his female opponent were able to walk away relatively unharmed, he knew that the only reason was because of the environment. Had there been no such flurry of sand and dirt, Allen would have been incapable of relying so heavily on his aerial techniques, and the fight would have likely endured, perhaps even flipped the result. But that was his style; as a practitioner of Parkour, his very survival depended on his ability to respond in the wake of change and circumstance. The environment was as much a weapon as his fist or foot, and thanks to that attribute, the fighter walked away victorious.

But now he traded one hell for another, and now he felt as the world itself had fallen into Lucifer's realm. Shoving open the new arena's double doors, the dark shaded man was aghast to find a hall of darkness and void. A small circumference of dim yellow light floated at the room's center, the only real illumination given originated from a small light bulb that hung from a delicate wire. It was already bothersome enough that Daughtry could not see, but what shook him immensely was the rattle of the shade around the light - he could hear shifting voices and sneering beasts, men or women or monsters or demons waiting for blood in the shade of the fight, thirsting for a chance to break whatever warrior came too close toward the event horizon between darkness and light.

Allen glanced around and swallowed his throat, his body tensing, his mind growing sharp in paranoia. He felt deja-vu, fearing the beasts to be creatures of Pitch Black, waiting to drag him into nothing and devour him. Worse, his shades were not capable of discerning heat from the cold dark - his shades were merely ultraviolet filters, and so while he already felt blind as he stared into the black of the surrounding arena, his sunglasses only made the contrast worse. He had to abandon his usual shield against harm and slip them into his leather jacket as he slowly made his way to the arena of light, before his entry was shut off and left him and his new female opponent alone, isolated on the island of fear.

He glanced over his opponent at last, his cerulean gaze faintly evident in the dim light, as he nodded nervously towards the cavern around them and murmured, "Let's not give them a bite to eat. This is between you and me - nothing more."

Sliding his right leg back to support his weight and his left leg bending, Daughtry felt into his usual defensive stance, as his eyes glared back with intensity, the fear clear in his conviction. He would not fall - and he would not be swallowed whole. [/font]