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Throw Down [ OPEN ]

WHO: Open to everyone to tag around
WHERE: Maurtia Falls Underground Fighting Arena
WHEN:Throughout September and into October let's say
WHAT: FIGHTS FIGHTS FIGHTS and training, naturally
WARNINGS: Violence

You've heard of it somewhere...

Maybe it was by accident. Or maybe it's because subconsciously, you were looking for it. Maybe you just like your knuckles bloody and yeah, you have powers, but you just want a fight without depending on them. A fight that's just you and someone else and fists and body, the intimate sort of fight, one that gets your muscles pumping and your sweat thick. ImPort or not, you can still get that urge, and you can't always take advantage of it in this world. Saving people, running them down, it's catch and release to authorities most times. Even spars you set up with other imPorts usually involve powers in some way, you can't just go rough for the fun of it. Akihiko knows it. Feels it. He's got super strength and while it does a hell of a lot it seems like it still hinders him from really enjoying the feel of his muscles tightening.

He's goes for a fight, he doesn't mind pulling punches against nonImPorts, he will, he'll just focus on his boxing technique, on the rough tumble of it all. But sometimes? He can really go all out. Sometimes he can even let some of that super strength ripple through his arms and send it full force to another imPort that's found the same venue he has. Maurtia Falls was shit some people say, no where to be, no where to live, but it had things going for it.

Seems like lately too, more people are finding out about this fighting ring. Underground, an area there loud with pipes and hard to get to unless you know the right building and where it's basement doors are,a nd even then that changes every few months. There's a hall after it, a long one, and you can start to hear and feel the rumble of a crowd as you get deeper until you're looking at a rather thick armed man at the door. He'll give you a look, a- 'are you a cop looking for trouble look', and if you're not? Welcome.

Welcome to the smell of old water, sweat, blood, and money. Welcome to a place riddled in bets and tears, screaming and echoing as fans cheer and curse at fighters slamming eachother in and down inside a wide metal bar contained arena. It's one on one, and while some fights are scheduled, those aren't till the end of the night, the prime events. Until then? It's open for anyone willing to go in. Always one on one though, and the doors are managed by a few people.

No powers preferred they'll say, don't fuck up the arena, just fuck up your opponent. They want a mess and they want it bloody, they want to give the crowd a reason to keep coming and betting they're cash. And they want a reason to get through their day jobs, if only to enjoy that one night every few weeks to watch two people wreck eachother.

And good news, ImPorts? You always get to fight before anyone else, especially if it's imPort v imPort. For some reason the people of this world really like to see imPorts mess eachother up. Wonder why that is?

OOC: Feel free to make open top levels as much as you'd like and date them or not. It's a free for all. Any questions? Just PM Akihiko's journal and I'll do my best to answer.

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Now THIS was what Kaneda had signed up for. A way to put those powers (if passive) to use in this world, and even make some cash out of it. And as an added bonus, it just happened to be one of his favourite pastimes. After Akihiko had shown him around, he started appearing regularly (probably against Kasumi's advice to not wander Maurita Falls after dark, but she just didn't understand exactly who he was). After all, any way to make some decent cash by the one thing you know you can do? You take it.

Stepping into the building, he immediately throws his arm up to someone giving him a shout out, although it was the only one. He hadn't exactly made a name for himself just yet, after all.

Not that it mattered. He's off to drop off his outfit to something a little more fight worthy--only keeping those red gloves and white tank top. He can't fight in what he's got. Bull was bound to notice the Boxing boots and raggedy red pants replace his old bottoms. His hand tilts back, a 1 yen coin sliding out as he gives it a few flips.

Superstitious? Well, that's one way of describing it.

He's not set to go out just yet, he's got a few hours. But from the crowd cheering in the distance, he knows he's going to have to put on a show. Good thing that's what he's there for.

"Shit!"

Black eyes glistened as Kaneda watched from a far off sideline, the cage practically rattling like a maraca from the fight that was taking place inside it. Really, it almost wasn't fair, the set up they had. But it made for an interesting show, and both were certainly giving it their all.

One just didn't have the strength to back it up.

"Oohhh that's gonna leave a mark. Or five." A slightly entertained wince as he whistles. He's...pretty sure teeth were knocked out. Hope he wasn't planning on using those for the next ever.

Kaneda himself is looking a little worse for the wear, sporting a few bruises and maybe a black eye from his last fight. But he seems to be in good enough spirits. Might as well join him, right?

A sickening crunch sounds as he hits the bars of the cage, the whole thing rattling as if they'd just struck metal themselves. In a way, they weren't wrong--Kaneda's power given to him was durability, and you might as well have translated that into 'bones made of titanium'. They weren't, of course, that'd be stupid. But they might as well be.

The arena said no powers, or discouraged them, but in his mind, this wasn't something you could really turn off. So...why not abuse that?

It hurts, being thrown against them, and his hands grip for stability as he pushes himself back up. His opponent seems none too eager to continue where they left off, advancing just as quickly as he'd been thrown.

His split lip cracks a smile--blood softly running down it. Good. Give them a show.

As for him? He's not ready yet.

Not yet.

Sweat beads upon Josuke's swollen brow, the result of having endured as many bare-knuckled punches as he's thrown, and as the fight between Kaneda and him intensifies, the spectators surrounding their cage go wild.

Josuke can't even say that he blames them.

Not only are he and Kaneda friends, the pair of them are both imPorts of the same nationality, too! How exciting it must be for these bloodthirsty people to watch two pals tear into each other, especially when one of them is newer to the ring than the other, and the difference in their heights—Josuke being a fairly remarkable seven inches taller than Kaneda—only adds to their frenzy.

It's not Josuke's scene. It hasn't been from day one, all that blood, sweat, and violence, but he's not about to forfeit the fight, either. He needs this, the practice, the rush, and when he thinks about it, who better for him to go toe-to-toe with than Kaneda? The guy's tough as nails despite being small, and regardless of who goes down and stays down, Josuke can repair any injuries he's inflicted.

Because they're friends, because he tells himself that it's better they're not up against strangers who don't give a rat's ass what happens, he has no qualms attacking Kaneda as he comes away from the bars. An extended foot, hooked to grab at Kaneda's own and trip him.

It's all Josuke so far, his Stand having yet to be called upon or make an appearance...

The best part about fighting was fighting people you knew. To be able to see just what they could bring to the table, how you measured up to them, and mutually improve along the way. Plus, it was always great to hold something like that over their head when you won.

That is, if he could. Josuke had the blessing of being much taller than Kaneda--not that it scared him any. Joker pretty much towered over him back home, and he had no problems crushing that guys face with the heel of his boot. The only difference? This was fun--this was practically playtime.

And he respects Josuke for that. There's nothing more satisfying than fighting someone you have friendship with. You know they won't hold back on you, but they've also GOT your back. Loyalty like that's rare, especially with all the imPort nonsense since the Swear-in. Who needs that kin of talk, anyway? He's got people supporting him, and vice versa.

Even ones throwing punches in the ring.

He pushes up from those bars, wiping the blood off his lip with his glove--barely registering that Josuke's on the attack again. This time to trip him up, but not this time. His legs leap up, dodging that hook as he skips over them, landing in a crouch before practically launching himself in Josuke's direction.

Now. Now was the time to hit, and hit hard. Get in too close for comfort and don't hold back.

The respect is mutual. Still...

If too close for comfort is the plan, Kaneda will find himself faced with a challenge. Josuke may not be a trained martial artist, might fight like he's grown up on the street, but is it any wonder? He's been in fights since he was just a little boy—the inevitability of not only being a Stand user, but a Joestar descendant, too. For that reason, and because his Stand is a close-range type, he has and always will be the sort of fighter who excels when he's a stone's throw away from his opponent.

Or closer, as the case of Kaneda launching himself forward may be.

Josuke's not given much time to react, but another thing he's always been rather good at is thinking on the fly. He grabs quickly at Kaneda's shirt with both hands, throwing his own back to the floor while simultaneously bringing up a foot and planting it against the other boy's midsection. Using Kaneda's forward momentum and a strong push from his own leg, Josuke sends the other boy flying toward the center of the cage.

Most of his opponents had been used to having a little distance between them. They couldn't handle being so up close and personal. So when Josuke grabs his shirt, WILLINGLY pulling him forward to rocket him back with that hit to his midsection, he falls hard on his own back, tumbling so his legs stick straight up....

And using them to somersault back into a crouch position. One hands on the ground, gripping it as the other's held outward balled into a fist. His midsection hurts like a bitch, practically feeling the new bruise form there, but he's got better things to worry about.

Josuke was putting up a good fight, and he'd hate to end it so soon.

He'd grabbed his shirt once, a mental note not to have that happen again as he launches himself back, aiming lower this time and dropping to the ground to swing his legs. His elbows hit the floor too, keeping him elevated as he slams his legs into those ankles to buckle his knees.

An attempt to trip.

The feeling is mutual, the other teen is putting up a damn good fight, but Josuke is also of the opinion that dragging things out at all won't benefit either one of them. He and Kaneda might be friends, but that isn't any reason to pull punches. In fact, it's all the more reason to hit, and hit hard. After all, regardless of motive, Kaneda is probably still here for the same reason as Josuke: to improve.

And the only way to do that is if they both give this fight their all. Something they clearly agree upon.

Kaneda's up quicker than Josuke expected him to be, and coming at him fast, too. There's not much time to react. The kick connects with his ankles, stings like a bitch and gets him to bend at the knees, but if he's going down, he'll be going down swinging.

And in this case that means driving an elbow sharply into Kaneda's ankle! Tit for tat, even as he hits the floor with a grunt and shoves away, rolling backwards into a crouch, just out of arm's reach.

He liked that about Josuke. He was so much like himself, and had they been from the same world, probably would've hung out together. There's some comfort in that, honestly. That even across worlds, there's people somewhat like you.

But that thought was for another time, because right now, he's trying to get Josuke down, and that elbow to his ankle? Even with the durability, it hurts like a bitch as he hisses, instinctively pulling away and allowing Josuke to roll to safety.

Not bad.

It's hard to get up after that, his ankle smarting a little from the impact, but he grits his teeth through it, getting his feet up and under him.

"Too bad that only works once, put em up!"

Looks like Kaneda's holding his ground for now, and that gives Josuke all the time he needs to properly rise to his feet from the crouching position he'd rolled into. Upon request, he puts his fists up, but not before he flashes a grin at the other teen.

"Only needed it to work once, don't worry."

Because if it slowed Kaneda down at all, even just a little, it was worth the effort, Josuke thinks to himself. Especially now, as it looks like they might be going shot-for-shot any second.

He slides one foot forward on the floor, inching closer. Feeling a lot like he's inching closer towards himself, and not in the very eerie and frustrating way he'd done when he'd been forced to fight a duplicate created by an enemy Stand. Kaneda's a lot like him; might be smaller, but is still built to endure. This fight, it could go either way...

The crowd seems to be loving it too. They always wanted their money's worth, and since brutal results were off limits, they relied on entertainment value.

But he's definitely onto Josuke's plan, those eyes flicking down to see that foot inching towards him, fists slowly raising up to block anything the taller teen was trying to pull.

Built to endure was a good way of putting it, and honestly, he's glad for the change of pace. The other guys tried to get a job done fast, before they themselves got any punches. And Kaneda's strategy? Wear them out until their legs are jelly, and send 'em packing.

Josuke didn't have that. He had the same endurance Kaneda did. And that made it more like play than an actual fight.

But Kaneda didn't retreat. The closer the combat, the better in his opinion.

The worst part of his strategy in the ring? You ended up with bruises no matter what. Granted, it was only one of his strategies, but by far his most effective. And some of the imPorts really packed a punch. A hard-won victory, to be sure. But even he had to admit he needed a breather. His back screamed for a break, his arms trembling from using muscles that were only just starting to form.

But he couldn't have been happier. Adrenaline was high, endorphins running through his system to try and relieve what ached. He missed this from back home--the biker gang fights, feeling knuckles against a guy's cheek, kicking them back onto the ground. Maybe it was a little rough--but it was one thing he was able to keep that reminded him of Neo Tokyo.

Anything normal was welcome.

But for right now, he's taking a seat, grabbing a frozen bag of peas and slapping it on his eye, which sported a nice shiner.

Lucky shot.

Training.

Whenever Kaneda wasn't in the ring for the night, he'd go to the gym that was near there, removing his jacket and tossing it to the side. Just because he wasn't the star for the night didn't mean he couldn't get some hard work in.

He certainly wasn't the tallest or the most muscular, but that's what this was for, right?

At least for the latter.

Rolling his gloves so they fold over at the wrists, he makes his way to the punching bag. "You ready this time? I've been practicing."

Is he talking to the bag? Or maybe someone else there?

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Throw Down [ OPEN ]

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09/26/15

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