"buddy you're a boy make a big noise;"

[alloys]

Who: Tony, fight participants, medical aide, and whoever wants to come watch!
What: Fight club!
When: Thursday, February 9th
Where: The tunnels
Summary: Placing bets and taking swings.
Rating: PG-13?
Let's get ready to rumble, boys and girls! A few quick notes:

Double check the fight roster--I moved some things around, namely matching up Firo with Homura since their respective opponents weren't able to participate. Let me know if something is amiss!

Characters who are fighting will be told their opponent's name upon arrival, and fights will proceed in the order they appear on the roster up there. Let me know if you need to be moved around for whatever reason!

Tony and Shikamaru will be policing the fights for any funny business, but fights will end when one of the participants forfeits or gets knocked out cold. So your character can get bloodied, bludgeoned, and broken and keep going if they wish! Remember, there's no magic since this is in the tunnels, and there are no weapons allowed in the fights. Just your fists, elbows, et cetera.

And should they have some owwies that need attention, Adele, Katara, Luca and Ange will be on hand to provide medical assistance. What troopers.

Spectators can interact however and whenever they want, so feel free to start a new thread for your character who is watching!

Now have fun, and earn some radical new scars while you're at it!

Comments

[wildkotetsu]

[He'd never wish it on anybody.

He side-steps, but the fist connects regardless. It knocks air out of him, but he's still in the game. Got a cut on his hairline from that particularly hard headbutt, but he's used to the dizzy sensation. Tony, however, doesn't seem to be someone who deals with head wounds often.]

Good. [He coughs, short and quick in the middle of moving--Tony's gone and left his side wide open for Kotetsu, so he throws a left to Tony's right cheek. Height definitely helps.

Still, he's not too heavy on his punch; if Tony's still reeling, he doesn't want to add too much trauma to the face. He'll judge the staggering and eye focus after they part again. If he's too out of it? He'll stick to bodily hits. That's why if he can, he'll back up after his swing, breathing controlled breaths.

Stay sharp, Kotetsu.]

[alloys]

[The fist slams into his jaw--dammit, dammit, dammit--and it knocks him asunder. A cut inside his cheek fills his mouth with the taste of blood, and his head is just spinning and spinning and he's somehow barely still on his feet--

The rattling, clattering in his skull is too much too think straight. He's beyond that point, and logic and reason in his fighting have gone out the window. Dammit. He tries to find his breath, limbs shaking from pure adrenaline and god, he is not going to lose this fight.

He lunges forward forward for a full-on take down attack, aiming to grab Kotetsu by the middle and throw him to the ground. He's putting his weight in this one, throwing his whole body at the other man.]

[wildkotetsu]

[Yeah, it's not entirely surprising... Tony seemed prepared to go all out even in the throes of confusion. He puts both arms out in front of him, catching Tony by the shoulders while the other manages to start shoving him backward--they're both going to fall. The movement is sharp and he knows his balance is rocky right now, he didn't have time to foundation a strong foothold to slide on.

But this was alright. His techniques worked often with throws, and he sees a good opportunity for one. He slams into the floor and for the second time his breath is smacked outta' him; he sucks in a lungful of air, frustrated only by the sensation, before he shoves a knee into Tony's sternum--into that important bundle of nerves just under his ribcage, and extends his leg straight out, pulling his torso. The outcome should be a Tony going over his head.

It's admittedly a little sloppy, because he has a few stars in his vision and he's not much of a leg guy to begin with, but he gives it all his strength. He's not sure what the outcome will be just yet, but it's better than letting Tony sit on top of him and punch him over and over with a one-up like that.]

[alloys]

[His body lurches as the world turns upside down and his vision spins. He's not fast enough to roll away from Kotetsu's leg throw. His reflexes are too damn numb, now, and the sloppiness only sends him flying at angle, not quite landing on his back, but on his side instead. Right on his shoulder. There's a thud. And a sickening pop.

--aw, fuck, that hurts--

His grits his teeth and grunts at the sudden onslaught of pain stabbing into his shoulder. He rolls into his back, every bit of him reeling and trembling. God d-dammit. Goddammit, he has to get up and win this thing...]

[wildkotetsu]

[Kotetsu winces. Too hard of a throw, idiot. Without much pause he hops to his feet, wiping away a thin line of blood before it fully crosses his forehead to his eyes, and walks towards Tony. This isn't much of a fight anymore, in Kotetsu's mind, because he can't fight a guy who's got a shoulder injury. And really, he's practically radiating concern.]

Oi--Alright, that's enough.

[His hand hovers on the air, offered in case Tony needs one.

This fight is over, man.]

[alloys]

[He's still lifting himself off the ground, ignoring the hand, even if he can't see straight anymore. Not giving up, this one. Even if his whole body hurts like hell and he can't even coordinate his body movements--

His arm swings, sending new shock waves of pain through his body. Shit dammit...]

Through gritted teeth:

It's enough when I say it's enough.

[wildkotetsu]

[TCH. Dammit. He easily side-steps the swing and grabs Tony by the good wrist.]

Even if you keep swinging, it's over.

Quit stressing out your injury.

[alloys]

[Dammit...He wrenches away his wrist, but he doesn't try to through anymore punches. The pain is his shoulder is throbbing, and it's taking over his processes. He manages a contemptuous scowl at Kotetsu.]

...Fine. It's over.

[He hates it, oh, how he hates it that he has to say those words.]

[wildkotetsu]

[Alright. He pats his hand on Tony's shoulder, turning him toward the doctors on standby, entirely resistant to that scowl. Try to shake it off, Tone, but he'll follow you all the way over there regardless. Because he's a nice guy like that.]