Post by keke on Aug 15, 2018 23:51:05 GMT
Underground Sluggers
The "Underground Sluggers" was a place that had little regard for safety. The floor beneath the fighters was asphalt and there was no ring, only a crowd that gave the fighters a space of about 30ft in diameter to fight in the center. Slug it out, till one of them was knocked out, one of them was deemed unable to fight, or someone threw in the towel. To be honest, the place was a shit hole that was found in a local warehouse. Specifically made for underground criminals and aspiring fighters to make a name for themselves and gamblers and gangsters to get a little cash on the side, either through betting on fights or enrolling a fighter into the cards of fights. It was a grimy place, made for the toughest of guys or people who wanted to blow off steam. Villains loved to hang around this place because it brought the excitement, but every now and then, a hero or two would roll in looking to pulverize some unlucky fellow they met in the streets. There was no law here, except weapons being left at the door with security. Along with recordings and pictures not being allowed, to make sure no one was incriminated. Another rule was that nobody who entered this ring was allowed to use their quirk. Fighting here would be done in hand to hand combat.
Oh, and of course, no large-scale attacks could be used. Why may you ask? It brought too much heat to the warehouse and could get police rolling in. Any attacks that were deemed of large-scale, would have the fighter disqualified. Large-scale attacks typically were anything of B Rank and above. You can't injure the fans with a big attack obviously!
Haoquin wasn't carrying any weapons, so he was able to get in without any trouble. This was the place Hao went to blow off some stream and train himself a bit more, so he could be prepared just in case he needed to exercise his force. Wearing a marina, a pair of jeans tightened by a belt, and a pair of dress shoes (always had to look good in some way), Haoquin would make his way to the edge of the circle, watching as two guys slugged it out violently. The crowd within the warehouse was relatively loud, causing a good amount of ruckus as they cheered on their favorite for the fight and booed the one they voted against. Most people in the crowds had money in their hand, waving it about. Their bets would be collected at the end of the fight.
Finally, one of the fighters knocked out the other. Jumping around, the winner would flex his muscles before shortly leaving the circle to join his criminal pals. The other fighter was dragged off the center of the floor. Looks like it was time for a new fighter to step to the table.
Haoquin walked forward into the circle, with his right hand raised up. "I'll take on someone tonight." He stated. Looking for any opponents who chose to challenge him.
Hhaoquin waited patiently, once again, for someone to step forward into the circle and raise a challenge. Luckily, Hao learned young that patience was a virtue and therefore, he was able to sit patiently and peacefully during any moment. A skill that was useful in his field of work because the inpatient one would strike too early, often leaving themselves due to the fact they did not properly assess the situation first. Hao believed that was one of the keys in combat and bounty hunting; patience and observation - being tactical was a necessity but was something that could easily be overlooked during the heat of combat. Giving the opponent a one-up wasn't something that was in Haoquin's books.
The crowd began getting restless during the wait, which was apparent because of their behavior that was characterized by shouting and cursing, mainly directed towards each other. "Ok, boys looks like we may have to call it a da-" Haoquin sighed as he was just about to get the spiffy-looking shoes that he had thrown to the side earlier, but was interrupted by someone who would step forward into the circle. Pausing to look at who it was that was willing to give this fight a shot, Haoquin would lay his eyes on another teenager. At least this guy looked a tad bit older, but looks could be deceiving. He was still anywhere from 14-18 years old maximum. "Another one?" Haoquin slightly chuckled, "The younger generation is getting more ballsy it looks like."
Slightly walking forward towards the young challenger, Haoquin would close the distance between them, allowing only about 6ft of air and dirty floor stand between them. "If you want a shot, take it. Just like I told the last kid, I'll defend myself. Make the first move, if you're sure about this and you're serious." In this situation, Haoquin appeared to be more willing to hand off a beating to the teenager, likely due to him observing that he was of an older age. The age of an adolescent converting into a young man, one of the most important ages to declare one's manhood. This was the challenger's opportunity to claim his manhood in the Underground, in front of bands of criminals and gamblers. The chance to make a name for himself. Haoquin took off his shirt and rolled up his pants legs. This would be training for him.
"My name is Will," was the only thing Hao heard before receiving a punch toward his left cheek. The blow was enough to rock him back a step. A swift kick aimed at the same cheek would come forward but this time Hao was ready. Twisting his body toward the kick while putting his left arm up and putting his right arm horizontally behind left in order to strengthen the block. The two jumped back to separate themselves. Haoquin hadn't been on the offensive due to the nature of his quirk. No longer was he skilled enough to be able to turn his quirk on and off. One little slip and he could send Will flying. For this reason, Haoquin would resort to unorthodox like hits in order to combat the male. Will approached once more but this time instead it was a direct attack. Will's foot shot for the gut of Haoquin and landed firmly there. Haoquin took the kick but not without delivering a move of his own. With a swift drop, the crimson headed man elbow came down on Will's ankle, which caused him to retract his foot. Trading blows served Haoquin well. Charging Will this time, Haoquin attempted to launch the same kind of attack Will did before at his gut. Will had other plans as he grabs Haoquin's feet and raises it up and pushes him forcefully. This causes Hao to lose his balance and land on his back. A painful slam indeed.
The crowd around them were chanting the fighter's name. They got a thrill out of this. Haoquin was moving to get up when Will pounces on him and pins him to the ground. With both wrist being held down and a knee into the chest of Hao, moving was difficult. "Where is all that talk tampon-head? Surely you're not going to get your ass kicked by a 15-year-old" taunted Will. Haoquin bit his lip a bit as all he wanted to do was blast this man off him but with the no quirk usage rule, he was stuck. Will and he were about equal when it came strength so struggling was a losing battle for Hao. There was only one thing that could be done. Haoquin mouth moves a bit before he lets out a nasty wad of spit into the face of Will. The younger male reals back in disgust as he attempts to get it off his face. He would find a strong forearm slam into the side of his head. Will was knocked off of Haoquin and was now the one being pinned. Though Haoquin just simply sat on the man's back. Sprawling helplessly Haoquin chuckled, "Tampon-head? That was a good one..i'll add that to my book. Now someone like you shouldn't have come here. Now stand up and fight me."
Haoquin hopped off him and allowed him to recuperate. Both fighters had taken a few blows that would leave them in pain. The end of the fight was near. Will was frustrated to say the least. The tide of the battle was shifted by a simple underhand tactic that humiliated him. He charges for Haoquin going head first. Hao watches this and knows how the battle has to end. Spreading his arms a bit wider than shoulder width apart, Hao embraced Will as his head came in contact with the chest of Haoquin. A grunt of pain is released as Haoquin was just holding on. After his arms wrapped around Will, with the great feat of strength, Hao lifts Will in the air only to slam the mal on the ground forcefully. Will back folds in pain as he aches on the ground. Hao remains ready to engage once more but Will seems out for the count.
The crowd cheers and roars. Haoquin raises his hand and as he grabs his clothes, puts them on and leaves. Vanished into the night.
WC:1570
Objective: N/A
Oh, and of course, no large-scale attacks could be used. Why may you ask? It brought too much heat to the warehouse and could get police rolling in. Any attacks that were deemed of large-scale, would have the fighter disqualified. Large-scale attacks typically were anything of B Rank and above. You can't injure the fans with a big attack obviously!
Haoquin wasn't carrying any weapons, so he was able to get in without any trouble. This was the place Hao went to blow off some stream and train himself a bit more, so he could be prepared just in case he needed to exercise his force. Wearing a marina, a pair of jeans tightened by a belt, and a pair of dress shoes (always had to look good in some way), Haoquin would make his way to the edge of the circle, watching as two guys slugged it out violently. The crowd within the warehouse was relatively loud, causing a good amount of ruckus as they cheered on their favorite for the fight and booed the one they voted against. Most people in the crowds had money in their hand, waving it about. Their bets would be collected at the end of the fight.
Finally, one of the fighters knocked out the other. Jumping around, the winner would flex his muscles before shortly leaving the circle to join his criminal pals. The other fighter was dragged off the center of the floor. Looks like it was time for a new fighter to step to the table.
Haoquin walked forward into the circle, with his right hand raised up. "I'll take on someone tonight." He stated. Looking for any opponents who chose to challenge him.
Hhaoquin waited patiently, once again, for someone to step forward into the circle and raise a challenge. Luckily, Hao learned young that patience was a virtue and therefore, he was able to sit patiently and peacefully during any moment. A skill that was useful in his field of work because the inpatient one would strike too early, often leaving themselves due to the fact they did not properly assess the situation first. Hao believed that was one of the keys in combat and bounty hunting; patience and observation - being tactical was a necessity but was something that could easily be overlooked during the heat of combat. Giving the opponent a one-up wasn't something that was in Haoquin's books.
The crowd began getting restless during the wait, which was apparent because of their behavior that was characterized by shouting and cursing, mainly directed towards each other. "Ok, boys looks like we may have to call it a da-" Haoquin sighed as he was just about to get the spiffy-looking shoes that he had thrown to the side earlier, but was interrupted by someone who would step forward into the circle. Pausing to look at who it was that was willing to give this fight a shot, Haoquin would lay his eyes on another teenager. At least this guy looked a tad bit older, but looks could be deceiving. He was still anywhere from 14-18 years old maximum. "Another one?" Haoquin slightly chuckled, "The younger generation is getting more ballsy it looks like."
Slightly walking forward towards the young challenger, Haoquin would close the distance between them, allowing only about 6ft of air and dirty floor stand between them. "If you want a shot, take it. Just like I told the last kid, I'll defend myself. Make the first move, if you're sure about this and you're serious." In this situation, Haoquin appeared to be more willing to hand off a beating to the teenager, likely due to him observing that he was of an older age. The age of an adolescent converting into a young man, one of the most important ages to declare one's manhood. This was the challenger's opportunity to claim his manhood in the Underground, in front of bands of criminals and gamblers. The chance to make a name for himself. Haoquin took off his shirt and rolled up his pants legs. This would be training for him.
"My name is Will," was the only thing Hao heard before receiving a punch toward his left cheek. The blow was enough to rock him back a step. A swift kick aimed at the same cheek would come forward but this time Hao was ready. Twisting his body toward the kick while putting his left arm up and putting his right arm horizontally behind left in order to strengthen the block. The two jumped back to separate themselves. Haoquin hadn't been on the offensive due to the nature of his quirk. No longer was he skilled enough to be able to turn his quirk on and off. One little slip and he could send Will flying. For this reason, Haoquin would resort to unorthodox like hits in order to combat the male. Will approached once more but this time instead it was a direct attack. Will's foot shot for the gut of Haoquin and landed firmly there. Haoquin took the kick but not without delivering a move of his own. With a swift drop, the crimson headed man elbow came down on Will's ankle, which caused him to retract his foot. Trading blows served Haoquin well. Charging Will this time, Haoquin attempted to launch the same kind of attack Will did before at his gut. Will had other plans as he grabs Haoquin's feet and raises it up and pushes him forcefully. This causes Hao to lose his balance and land on his back. A painful slam indeed.
The crowd around them were chanting the fighter's name. They got a thrill out of this. Haoquin was moving to get up when Will pounces on him and pins him to the ground. With both wrist being held down and a knee into the chest of Hao, moving was difficult. "Where is all that talk tampon-head? Surely you're not going to get your ass kicked by a 15-year-old" taunted Will. Haoquin bit his lip a bit as all he wanted to do was blast this man off him but with the no quirk usage rule, he was stuck. Will and he were about equal when it came strength so struggling was a losing battle for Hao. There was only one thing that could be done. Haoquin mouth moves a bit before he lets out a nasty wad of spit into the face of Will. The younger male reals back in disgust as he attempts to get it off his face. He would find a strong forearm slam into the side of his head. Will was knocked off of Haoquin and was now the one being pinned. Though Haoquin just simply sat on the man's back. Sprawling helplessly Haoquin chuckled, "Tampon-head? That was a good one..i'll add that to my book. Now someone like you shouldn't have come here. Now stand up and fight me."
Haoquin hopped off him and allowed him to recuperate. Both fighters had taken a few blows that would leave them in pain. The end of the fight was near. Will was frustrated to say the least. The tide of the battle was shifted by a simple underhand tactic that humiliated him. He charges for Haoquin going head first. Hao watches this and knows how the battle has to end. Spreading his arms a bit wider than shoulder width apart, Hao embraced Will as his head came in contact with the chest of Haoquin. A grunt of pain is released as Haoquin was just holding on. After his arms wrapped around Will, with the great feat of strength, Hao lifts Will in the air only to slam the mal on the ground forcefully. Will back folds in pain as he aches on the ground. Hao remains ready to engage once more but Will seems out for the count.
The crowd cheers and roars. Haoquin raises his hand and as he grabs his clothes, puts them on and leaves. Vanished into the night.
WC:1570
Objective: N/A
