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| Don't Fall into the Pit; The Pit - Fight 1 (Tina VS Feral) | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 16 2009, 05:49 PM (440 Views) | |
| Sack | Feb 16 2009, 05:49 PM Post #1 |
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Time of Day: Assumingly 11 pm Place in the Time Line: February 15 (if this doesn't work, lemme know, it can easily be changed) "ARE YOU ALL FUCKING READY FOR SOME FIST-BALL?!" A chorus of vengeful cheers and pitiful moans rose from the crowd surrounding the crappily set up ring. "ARE YOU READY TO PUNCH EACHOTHER'S LIGHTS OUT FOR THE SAKE OF SOME PUNK-ASS RICH HUMANS?!" Now roars flew. That's what they were going to be fighting for -- human entertainment. "FUCKIN' YEAH!" Sack screamed, climbing the hatchwork of the cage that had been erected around a raised platform. Jerking the structure back and forth, it shivered with his meagar strength, but did not budge. "LET'S KICK EACHOTHER'S ASSES!" The blue bafoon leapt back down to the canvas-drawn flooring of the ring, looking around at all the faces. Some of them he knew well, some of them he hated. Some he never wanted to talk to, some he always shared conversations with. He hated most of them, they hated him. All, however, were in the same situation. And they should all know and understand that. Here, in this place what had come to be called The Pit, they were all together. It always came down to two mutants -- two mutants out of at least three hundred. Faction didn't matter, alliances didn't matter -- nothing mattered. All that mattered was that blood was spilled onto the canvas platform. All that mattered was the people upstairs who were paying to see this shit got their kicks. Who was going to stop them? Not Trask. He was probably making a buck off it. But not to worry -- all the blood that was meant to be shed here would be repayed thirtyfold. Some day... someday... "LET'S SEE WHO GETS TO BREAK THE OTHER'S JAW!" he said, his hand extending upwards to the shadowy balcony. Up there, the watchers sat on their cushioned seats, martinis or whatever the fuck people drank in their hands. Maybe with an olive, maybe with some lime and salt. Up there, the people who payed hundreds -- perhaps thousands of dollars -- to watch this cruel sport of mutant fighting sat, awaiting their entertainment. All present mutants were required to have their numbers taken -- if they were here, they were subject to the sport. Of course, the majority were forced to come anyways. By forced, it was meant that cattle-prods and batons were ready to bruise their skulls. With a growing silence, the crackle of an intercom hushed the crowd, a cool, almost robotic voice speaking through: "Prisoners 164 and 278." "YEAH!" Sack screamed shrilly, half-running over to the only opening in the Pit, his foot shooting outwards eccentricly, sending the fenced door crashing backwards and into itself, shaking its hinges. "LET'S GIVE THEM SOMETHING TO 'BATE TO! 164 AND 278! YEAH! EVERYONE FORCE THEM UP HERE SO THESE PRICKS CAN WATCH US RIP EACHOTHER APART LIKE FUCKING FOUR-CHAN. LET'S HELP THEM JACK EACHOTHER OFF TO HOMO SUPERIOR, YEAH!" |
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| Feral | Feb 16 2009, 08:00 PM Post #2 |
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This morning when Maria had woken, she was greeted by an unfriendly guard, who grabbed her forcefully and shoved her outside of her cell. "Where--" Maria struggled to take back control of her body from the large man, but failed to do so. He held onto her arm tightly, and didn't give up. "Where ya takin' me, ya snot face?" The guard snorted and looked at her condescendingly. "You damned mutant-beaner, ain't ya heard? You're goin' to watch the Pit. Tell me you ain't too stupid to know what the hell I'm talkin' about." The guard gripped her more tightly, and smirked. Maria groaned. She knew that one day, she would have to watch her fellow prisoners attempt to kill each other, but she didn't know it would be so soon. "Yeah, yeah, ya cracker. Just shut yer mouth." In less than a minute, the guard had finally reached the Pit. One of the other inmates, who she had known as Sack, was already getting the crowd going, by yelling 'motivational' things about kicking each others' asses. Maria's frown remained. Days ago, she had been told about the fighting arena by one of the inmates who had been there much longer than she had. One of the last things that he had said before she left was that everyone had been apart of it. Nobody was safe. Maria swallowed, left the room, and went back to her cell pessimistically. Now, she was there. Without her powers, Maria was all talk and no action. She was just a big-talking Hispanic girl. She just prayed that she wouldn't be included in today's match. Once she heard her Prisoner Number included in the call out, she thought she was going to cry. But crying wasn't her shtick. Maria pretended to be blissful out of it, unaware of the identity of her opponent. "Wonder who I gotta fight.." she said under her breath. She was led into the ring forcefully, and looked around. Seeing the hundreds of people that were ready for her to be beaten, the Hispanic girl sighed. Looking around, she didn't notice anybody who was facing the same fate she was. "Prisoner 164...who in the hell is that?" She said. "Sure hope it's some wuss that gets all 'fraidy or something. I'm gonna look like a dummy if these people see me get beat up. Sweet Lord, please watch over me." Maria popped her knuckles, trying to look like she was confident. Only thing was, she wasn't. |
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| Rage | Feb 17 2009, 05:34 AM Post #3 |
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Being forced to watch or participate in such an event as The Pit did not make Tina happy. She had been there for a while but was constantly getting yelled at for not having her number memorized. As she sat while the inmates around her yelled. The numbers were called and the Rage Bringer wondered who those numbers belonged to. One of the inmates pointed at her and shouted, “Hey she’s not heading to the arena!” Suddenly Tina realized she was Prisoner 164, the other inmates pushed her forward. The hazel eyed girl never really fought and had a deep feeling that she would get her ass kicked. Once she was pushed into the opening her eyes went to where the humans sat comfortably and watched them. The blue mutant was not well known to her, she though of him as a disgusting prick. Tina then looked down to see her opponent, it was Maria. The Hispanic woman from the therapy sessions, she stared blankly at her ‘opponent’. She would rather not fight her, the rage bringer would try her best of course, but because there was no choice in the matter… Between the two she wasn’t confident she was going to win. Between the two Tina assumed she had more practice or at least an upper hand compared to herself. It was then she wished she had asked for Ms. Camera for fighting tips. The hazel eyed girl looked at Sack and Maria to wait and see if there was a bell or if the two would just start fighting. Tina had never fought before, never raised a fist. Usually it was she who was responsible for other fists flying, but tonight was not that case. |
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| Sack | Feb 17 2009, 09:52 PM Post #4 |
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Sack looked around, standing at the doorway into The Pit as mutants (whom were glad not to have been selected) were shuffling the two named mutant prisoners to the door. Guards ushered them along as well, giving them no leway or opening to escape into the masses. Of course, the mutants wouldn't have protected them. No, that would result in them being thrown into The Pit as well. First was a young Hispanic girl who caused Sack's eyes to narrow into a glare. Was she...? No... There's no way some punk ass Morlock bitch would be in here. Those pussies were all weak, just like their bitchy leader Callisto. Next came a brown-haired girl. She didn't look menacing at all -- neither of these two girls did. Or were they men? Their bald heads made it a bit hard for Sack to see or care, but there were some other features (oh yeah, he was totally staring at their tits) he paid attention to. A cruel smile came upon his lips as his yellow eyes looked between the two. "No hitting eachother in the cooch -- last time that happened a nut fell out. See ya!" And he launched himself out of the door they just came in. What, was he supposed to explain anything? They knew what they were here for -- they knew what was going to have to happen if they were called. A bloodbath, a fight. Sack was a cruel creature, but this was just utterly sadistic. As he turned back to the Pit, the guard who had been standing next to the door locked it shut. With a brief glance, the guard looked up, only to see Sack staring back. Sack knew the man -- his name was Richard Styles. Sack was going to kill him some day... With a dreamy sigh, he looked back up to the arena, waiting for the pointless bloodshed to begin. |
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| Feral | Feb 19 2009, 12:06 AM Post #5 |
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Before getting into the ring, Maria took a second look at the man that was pumping up the aristocrats. Her mouth dropped. "Sack." She was thinking about yelling to him, but she knew that it wouldn't be prudent to speak at this time. She tried getting his attention by waving to the man, but he noticed that his eye line matched up with the woman's chest who was approaching. Remembering his antics, she rolled her eyes. "That guy's a loser. Funny, but still a loser." She scoffed at him, and turned back around to the woman approaching. Was that her opponent? A skinny woman who didn't seem to have any meat on her bones? That would work for her. She grinned, waiting for the girl to get closer. Her guard escorting her was huge, and he had the obvious ability to flatten her into a pancake. Why didn't they just do that instead? The people would surely pay to see -- Maria gasped. It was Tina. Tina was her opponent. One of her only acquaintances in the whole prison that she didn't want to eviscerate. Now, she was getting emotional. Nothing good would come of this. Looking at her, she tried to make herself look tough, by sticking her chin up. This was one of the few techniques that looked better without hair. To the Hispanic girl, she thought she looked like one of the scary men that stole purses in the alley way. At that moment, when Tina was in front of her, the crowd was screaming. Two chicks going at it was entertainment in several different forms to the surrounding people. Again, she tried to intimidate the woman in front of her. But she knew that her bark was much worse than her bite without anything to help her offensively. She began to breath in deeply, and rolled off beads of sweat running down her face and palms. "Get this fucking fight going, already!" One of the spectators yelled, which sparked a feeling of impatience in the crowd. Maria swallowed, and tried to get the fight going, in hopes of not getting beaten by the guards. "¿Está usted listo para esto, la ramera?" Trash talk wasn't Maria' forte. If Tina was, then Maria was ready to beat her to a crisp. It would get her blood running, make her more aggressive. Everything would pan out perfectly. |
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| Rage | Feb 19 2009, 02:38 AM Post #6 |
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Sack, the blue prick, told them the rule and his fare thee well. After the two women stared at each other for a few moments the crowd had become restless. Maria said something in Spanish, perhaps to appear more aggressive or to express some sort of apology. Either way, whatever she said Tina raised her fists and the crowd began to cheer. The hazel eyed girl stared at the feral Latino woman and said, “Nothing personal.” She would have opted not to fight her, but she had no choice. Tina took a readied stance, and would let Maria swing first. The humans wanted a show, but she would think things through. Having thought if she attacked first, it would be quickly deflected. Tina might have been many things in a lot of different views, but it was obvious she was not a fighter. Holding her thumb all wrong while clenching her fists. Keeping her fists by her stomach and chest, instead of by her face and chin to block hits. It was the first time she had ever fought. She would try her best, win or loose. One thing was for sure, when she would return to the Brotherhood, she had a lot of fighting moves to learn. |
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| Feral | Feb 19 2009, 04:59 AM Post #7 |
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When Tina responded to Feral's bit of Spanish (Which she had just realized that she was the only person who had understood), the girl responded in a condescending tone, "Yeah? We'll se how 'personal' it is once I kick your ass into the ground." She spit, and nervously popped her knuckles again. "I promise not ta hurt ya too bad, Ti. I'll do my best, at least." At that moment, the Latin girl bent her knees, and realizing that there was no official beginning to the match, thought about her first move. But every single bit of nervousness that she was feeling seeped through her muscles. She felt weak. Reaching for something to support her in her position, she grabbed her knees, and stood still while identifying the woman. Tina didn't seem to be too strong, herself. She was very skinny, and was apparently more of a background player when she was with the team she was with before she was sent to the prison. "3..." Maria said to herself, trying to get herself ready. "2..." Her blood was running fast, and she could feel the adrenaline rush through her body. "1..." Her breathing was deep, and she hoped that whatever was about to happen wouldn't end in someone being severely wounded. Not this time, anyways. "Go, dammit. Go." Maria's eyes got wide, and her mouth stretched, simulating her fangs leaving her mouth. She had to remind herself to have some sort of restraint against the woman. With the new found strength she had with the adrenaline, she leaped into the air, still forgetting the loss of her feline powers. In mid-air, she threw a small punch to Tina's face, and landed on all fours next to the hazel eyed woman. She cocked her head up at her, and tried to get up before her disadvantage on the ground was used by the woman. |
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| Rage | Mar 7 2009, 03:15 AM Post #8 |
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The hazel eyed girl didn't know if her last statement make it personal for Maria. Whether it was the case or not, she made her promises not to hurt her too bad. With any fighter against the Rage bringer, it would always be an unfair fight. Her power was more of defensive, maybe if she lived through the fight she could get some pointers. With such speed that Tina wasn't used to, the feral Latin girl flew at her and aimed to punch her. The hit landed but the dark haired girl fell to the side she had landed on. Feeling the pain from the blow she thought to put out her elbow. So once she landed her skinny, bony elbow would smack her opponent square in the back. There wasn't much time to think. Tina's only line of defense, and maybe offense too, was to think impulsively. Her jaw was pained from the hit, but the rage bringer had to fight through that pain to survive this. If not, she might be eating her food through a straw before the night was out. And Tina was on a mission, she couldn't fail just yet. She had to fight, she had to try and win. No for glory or a few minutes of fame within the PIT or CAGE. But for Magneto's cause. The task that she, as well as Saint and Cutter, was assigned to was vital. She had to win. |
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| Feral | Mar 7 2009, 05:45 AM Post #9 |
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While in mid-air, Feral thought about why she was there. For a moment, she had zoned out, and barely remembered to strike the girl in front of her. The girl had nothing to lose, nothing to gain. She was in there for life. Never again would she see any of her friends. She was on a helicarrier, for God's sake. There was nothing that she needed to accomplish in her life. She was scum. That made her angrier. Right before hitting the woman, the girl snarled, and felt a bit of animosity to her. The woman stood still while the Hispanic girl dove at her. That was a bit insulting. Was she not afraid of her? Did she think she was worthless in a fight? The girl was very angry at this point. After hitting her, Feral lay on the ground, breathing heavily. "Enough for your tastes, woman?" The girl said, in between breaths. She grinded her teeth together, and waited for her to get back at her. Unfortunately, however, Tina landed on her with an elbow to her back. Feral screamed in pain, and grabbed at her back. "¡Dios maldita sea!" She yelled at her, holding her chin barely above the ground. The muscles in her face were contracting, and she felt like killing the woman who had just landed on her. Cringing in pain, she felt like she had been literally stabbed in the back. She tightened her fists, and snarled like she had when she had had her powers. She wiggled around in the spot she laid in on the ground, and had a motivation to leave, being on top of a small, sharp object. Maria grabbed at the woman's hair, and pulled as hard as she could. It wasn't the best strategy she had ever used, but it was definitely worth a shot. |
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| Rage | Mar 9 2009, 10:20 PM Post #10 |
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The blow landed, Tina was surprised it had. But the feral retaliated by grabbing onto her hair. Luckily there wasn’t much to grab so after the initial tug, which hurt at first, she slipped away from her grasp. The hazel eyed girl quickly scrambled to her feet and heard the crowd cheer and jeer. After a deep breath the girl winced slightly to the pain in her jaw. “Grabbing my hair isn’t really the best strategy when the humans insist on shaving heads.” Her tone was level and audible. Tina wanted to try and see if she could keep her good luck rolling. She would try something she saw Ms. Camera do in a training session. The Rage Bringer ran forward and lifted her leg to kick Maria in the stomach. Normally Camera would be able to hit her opponents head with that kick. But Tina was not at strong, or flexable, or combative as the blonde muscle mimic. Every kick, every punch, everything the hazel eyed girl would do during this fight was a long shot. A chance. A risk to her own life. But anything was worth trying. The end result, the win, was worth any move and any hardship she would endure that night. |
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| Feral | Mar 14 2009, 09:09 AM Post #11 |
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Maria had obviously forgotten that the woman he was fighting had no hair; when she grabbed at Tina, she barely even got any scalp. "Aw, nuts," she said softly under her breath. "Guess I coulda gotten a better strategy, huh?" Tina made a note about it, also, and she was ready to strike Maria once more. Between each punch, the cheers of the crowd was low. Still lying on the ground, she felt Tina jump to her feet, but, with a sharp pain in her back from the previous blow, she was having trouble even moving. She continued to grind her teeth, and tried to get back to her feet before any other attacks. Looking up, Tina was running away from her. Had she given up? What had she done that made her give up? The crowd began to cheer, and, thinking they were cheering for her, Maria stood to her feet, even though her back was in great pain. Her hands were bleeding, and, she raised them to the crowd, thinking herself as royalty for defeating her opponent. But, Maria had made a deadly mistake. Looking around, some of the people in the crowd began to turn their head, and some were pointing in front of the Hispanic girl. Looking in front of her, the woman whom she had thought was running away from her was merely getting a head start. Shortly before the woman attacked her, she realized how stupid she was. How could she possibly believe that a punch to the jaw would make her flee? From then on, she vowed to never trust her gut feeling, even if it was persuasive. Because of the woman's small stature, the impact was not as bad as Maria had expected it to be. Still, it hurt to be kicked directly in the gut. Holding her stomach, she growled in pain. All hard feelings that she had previously denounced where gone. Now, it was personal. Fighting through the pain, the young mutant dove after her opponent, with both fists cupped, jumping at her superman-style. At this point in time, she wanted to hurt her. Her back was killing her, and with every movement, she could feel her nerves' reactions. The pain was brutal. Now, she wanted Tina to feel the same physical pain that she did. If she could bring her down, everything would fall into place. Again, under her breath, Maria spoke in Spanish. "Fall, bitch. Let your skinny white butt fall to the ground!" |
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| Rage | May 25 2009, 11:13 PM Post #12 |
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JP BETWEEN RAGE AND FERAL Luck was on the Rage Bringer's side. The kick had successfully connected. But how much longer her luck would hold out was a mystery to her. The kick might have very well been her downfall, proving that she definitely was not like Camera. As the woman’s foot hit Maria, she grabbed for it, but left her hand at her stomach, cringing in pain. The hazel eyed girl had lost her balance from the kick. She didn't fall fully on the ground, her hand caught her fall. Upon noticing this, the Latina that she had been fighting took the opportunity to pounce on her prey. With almost no grace present, the young girl dropped her body weight atop of the hazel eyed girl’s body. It seemed that her luck had been transferred to Feral, for the moment, anyways. As their bodies collided, the younger of the two women landed perpendicular to the elder, leaving her legs and her neck up to dangle atop the woman’s back. When she fell, her legs landed first and the rest of the body in a sequence afterward. But when it came to her neck, it nearly resulted in whiplash, as it piled over the woman’s body, her forehead landing in the dirt. “Ay dios mio,” she said softly, cringing in pain even more. With the tumble Tina groaned. She was tired of the bullshit. In a low voice that didn't carry to the crowd but loud enough so Maria could hear she said, “Hit me...” A brief pause had passed and she explained herself further. “I'm sick of this bullshit. Hit me hard enough so I go down and you win the fight.” While this hadn’t exactly shocked Maria, she was still apprehensive. This was one of the few people she had actually liked since the New Year and her incarceration. After a swallow, she nodded her head to the hazel eyed girl, and rolled off of her body. The Rage Bringer was done being the human spectators toy. She quickly rolled away and stood with her fists ready to fight. They weren't clenched but the other inmates would only see fists. She shouted, “Get up!” In a harsh tone. Then said quickly meant to look like she was whispering threats to the feral, “Hit hard. I'm not a very good actress.” The Latina could only help but groan, and, after standing up, she put her fists in front of her own face, attempting to look as though they were still fighting. “I am sorry for this,” the young girl said, and, after a frown, threw her right fist into the woman’s face. Despite what she had said about not being a good actress, her punch was light. Hitting her friends wasn’t something she was fond of. Before the punch was thrown the hazel eyed girl gave a small smirk and siad, "Don't be." The punch might have been light, but because of how small Tina was the light punch was enough to send her to the ground. The Rage Bringer was down for the count, and not getting back up. Even if she did wake up from the punch she would not get up. The gash the punch left oozed out blood. Nothing serious of course, but the visual effect was enough for one of the inmates to shout out, “That bitch ain't getting up! Call it!” |
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