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Tweak says, "We are the champions!"

Levi Cuckoo (seemevil) wrote in nextxplayground,
@ 2009-04-27 22:28:00

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char: aleksander rasputin, char: etienne lebeau, char: levi cuckoo, stat: incomplete

Gloves are off
Who: Etienne Lebeau, Levi Cuckoo, Aleksander Rasputin, Yohann Rosshire, OTA
What: Not your mommy's Danger Room.
Where: Broadway Junction
When: Monday night/early Tuesday morning
Rating: Expect violence and potty mouths.

The smooth rush of the departing train left the platform with the gust of its slipstream, its clatter the only sound left as the handful of alighting passengers quickly made their way out of the station, no reason to stick around and get knifed or something. Remaining on the platform, three still bodies, two staring the other down and none of them knowing exactly how the tense moment was meant to end. Not until the tallest grinned, closer to a wicked sneer and shrugged off the presence of the subway security. If the uniform wanted to stop them, he'd just be dragged down with them. Levi tapped Etienne on the shoulder, ushering him on, skipping down the platform with his head turned to keep an eye on Mr. Security, who remained immobile.

The boys slammed through the door without incident, leaving the platform with the last echoing sound of the bark of Levi's laugh and the heavy, metal thud of the door behind them.
Even the narrow stairway was quiet, heavy with dust like even the janitor didn't even bother coming through here. But the air wasn't as stale was it was supposed to be; hot and heavy, but not with neglect. The heat came from below them, and with it the sour smell of sweat.

Clattering down the stairs, the misleading silence of the platform slowly bent until it broke with another slam of Levi's shoulder into a heavy door, beyond it a raucous roar. Bodies hidden underground, swarming like an anthill. Even over the sound of their encouraging, raw shouts, the slap of flesh on concrete came clear as a babe's cry from the center of the room.

"All-o-wishes...Boys!" Over the din, with practiced projection, Stan flagged them down before Levi and Etienne got very far, continuing before they could blow him off, "Bet or fight? How're you playing tonight? Come on, I need the cash in my hand, they're gonna--"
"Fight, fight," Levi cut him off, fighting already to be heard, waving his hands to stop Stan's rambling. Stan's face immediately fell, and Levi was worried Stan might get a tear out before he had a chance to hurry away.

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oogityboogity
2009-04-28 08:30 am UTC (link)

It'd been too long, Alek had decided as he waked down toward Broadway Junction. When questioned by Jonas, Alek made an excuse about cramming for finals with a fellow student. He'd have to retire that lie when summer finally hit and school was on break, but he was determined to get as much use out of it as possible. His body felt electric - but he knew better than to play up some Rocky moves on his walk. No, it would only draw attention to him, so instead Aleksander kept his head down, hands in his pockets. The best way to not draw attention was to look as uninteresting as possible.

Sadly, this meant no walking in a straight line, either. No phasing through buildings or cars as he criss-crossed the streets. He was playing it as normal as possible and the whole thing was making him twitchy. He finally made it down the steps, not drawing the attention of the security guard, not drawing attention from anyone. This was probably for the best when removing his hands from his pockets seemed like too much of an effort and Alek simply phased through the door.

Shallow breathing was the way to go, at least until the stairs had been conquered. No sense in inhaling God knew what, but Alek wasn't worried about getting a coughing fit for the looks of it. He simply didn't want people to know he was there until he ready for them. The jacket was unzipped and he pushed back the hood, eyes flickering around until he saw Stan.

A balled fist went through Alek's upturned hand. He was there to fight. Betting had its luxury, but it'd been too long since the thrill of the ring, the crashing of the bell and stank breath of an opponent. Maybe Alek had a weird fetish, but he spotted Levi and grinned. Maybe this time, he thought, rather sure that the telepath would pick up his sentiments.

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counterpoise
2009-04-28 10:48 pm UTC (link)

Etienne was switching out his gloves, full for fingerless, pulling at Velcro straps with his teeth, grinning at how he and Levi were generally combined into one entity when it came to these fights. The 'All-o-wishes' Boys. He would have to sit down with Stan one day and teach him how to pronounce it...or spell it even.

"Ya not betting on me today?" he asked, flashing Levi a wink, and laughing. He had a poor record with these matches, rarely won, though the fights lasted a good long time, he was a stubborn little thing. He caught sight of Alek, lips turning and giving a small wave over Levi's shoulder. "Ah, it's Mr. Semi Phase himself, our dear stalker."

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seemevil
2009-04-28 11:40 pm UTC (link)

There was no reason to give Etienne an answer, they knew full well the only time to put money on Etienne was when you were out to lose it. Which was good sometimes for an easy bluff, or when Grant was clearly jonesing for a little appreciation for his efforts. That was always obvious, as in: 'Listen, boy, I do a lot for you and I can easily have you removed from my fucking sight permanently so you better wise up and pay your fucking dues.'

It was good to have friends like Grant. Levi hadn't spotted him yet, but he was bound to be around with Stan sweating bullets as he was. Stan always owed that powerhouse, and the only reason he was still alive was because he always managed to make his bets by the time the sun rose. Still, that guy was standing on the edge of a cliff and wise men knew not to be around when Grant was ready to push.

All this in Levi's head, he didn't quite hear Alek being smug behind him and only turned when Etienne waved. At least he turned with a smile, waving an arm to welcome Alek closer then dropping it around him to pull him in and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Pryvet, my friend," he greeted, voice dropping an octave and adopting a Russian accent. "You fight strong tonight? Good money?" He tapped his fist against his own stomach, whole body tensing at the word 'strong'.

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oogityboogity
2009-04-29 08:12 am UTC (link)

There was already a stink in the air. Aleksander wasn't sure if it was from the blood, spit and sweat that had refused to leave after so many battles fought, or if someone had gotten a little over-zealous and had started before it was time, leaving that person with empty bowels and one massive headache should he wake up from being unconscious. Such odors were pretty common, and Alek always related them - even outside the underground fighting arena - to the thrill of the fight.

Alek offered a small wave to Etienne, Levi's typical hip accessory to these functions. He didn't start over until Levi gestured, though - not wanting to get in the middle of any awkward, flamboyant exchange between the two. Aleksander had given much thought to the pair's relationship, but really hadn't come to any solid conclusions. Which, knowing Levi, that was exactly the way he preferred it.

Allowing himself to be pulled in, Aleksander returned the kiss, only moving his head so he could look Levi in the face. He forced himself not to smile and nodded his head, just once. When he spoke, his Russian accent sounded more genuine, but that came from years of his father barking disapprovingly at him. "Strong like ox. Strong like always." The seriousness evaporated and he tweaked Levi's right nipple.

"Glad to see you out. Both of you," he added, eyes flicking to Etienne and giving him a nod. "Wouldn't be a proper fight without you." His eyes were back on Levi.

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supersnooper
2009-04-29 09:17 am UTC (link)

The timing had been one in a million. Yo was taking the train home. It was late, too late, he'd been kept at work longer than he'd wanted to be. He'd stayed awake and alert on the train ride only because he was extremely wary of the other passengers. The car he was in only had a few other people in it. Two of them were huddled close about a dozen feet from Yo, whispering to one another and occasionally glancing his way. He didn't like it one bit. He also wasn't fond of the other passenger, a man in the very rear of the car who looked very dirty and unkempt. He was hunched over his seat, his body shaking. Yo really didn't want to know, but he was pretty sure this was one of those people he'd heard stories about, who give themselves pleasure in the back of the trains way too late at night.

Finally, he'd had enough, and decided to get off the train. It wasn't his stop, but it didn't matter. He had a bad feeling about the two conspirators in the middle of the car and didn't even want to think about the perv in the back. He'd waited as the train stopped, the doors opened. He waited a few moments later, until the doors were about to shut again, then dashed through them. He didn't even glance back as he heard the doors shut behind him, leaving the jerk off creep, the two potential muggers, and his paranoia behind.

Well, maybe not his paranoia.

Because the next thing he saw as the adrenaline was still kicking through his body, was a familiar face. It was Alek, wasn't it? The guy he saw was on the far side of the station, heading toward a nondescript door, the kind that a person could easily walk past without ever noticing. Yo started walking that way to get a better look. He was sure it was him. "Alek, Yo!" Halfway through his call, his suspicions were confirmed as the man simply walked through the closed door. The hell? What was he doing?

Still feeling a little amped up, he walked toward the door. No one was paying him attention, that was for the best. The few people in the station were in groups talking to one another. Even the security was occupied by a lost tourist asking directions. Yo walked quickly, his hand reaching for the doorknob. He had no idea if the door would even open for him or not, or if it would, where he would find himself. And why the hell was Alek going in here?

The door pulled open, and Yo rushed in. The place he found himself was creepy as hell, like something out of a horror movie. He felt a chill go down his spine. He listened for Alek's footsteps, hearing nothing. "Alek!", he shouted, his voice echoing. Nothing. He started down the hall, then down the steps, his own feet making quite a clatter on them as he descended. It was as he did this, he realized that Alek may have phased some more. He really had no idea where he could be. He shouldn't be going down here. This couldn't end well. But he couldn't stop. It was an adventure now, a quest. It was exciting, and he was feeling more alive then he had in a while. At last, he came to another door. Maybe this would reveal who he was looking for.

Yohann walked into the room, and into a different world.

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supersnooper
2009-04-29 09:17 am UTC (link)

It was immediately clear that he'd stumbled across something here, but he had no idea what. There was a crowd of people in the place, quite a bit of noise, and Yo's eyes were scanning to try and catch sight of Alek, hoping he'd been real and not a ghost, some kind of figment of his imagination.

Yo's eyes weren't the only ones looking. A few people caught sight of him right away, and caught on from the look of him that he wasn't where he was supposed to be. A threesome of them approached Yohann, a big guy with dark red skin in the middle, flanked by two men who didn't look as imposing, but still had the look of scrappers. "Think you're in the wrong place, boy", he said loudly, the corner of his mouth forming a snarl.

"No, I don't think so", Yo said, having no idea what was going on, but standing his ground. This was either going to be profoundly awesome or profoundly stupid. Yo had a feeling it was the latter, but that wasn't stopping him.

"Oh really?", the large man said, making a fist and cracking his knuckles into his other hand.

"Really", Yo said. Taking a chance, he added, "I'm here with Alek." Recognition flashed in the man's eyes. "Reeeealy?", he drawled out. He looked to his one cronies, then the other, exchanging a meaningful look. "Then you wouldn't mind giving him a message from me?"

"Umm, sure, I-" Yo didn't get the chance to finish his thought. He had just enough time to see the fist flying toward him and enough time to tense up in anticipation of the blow. Yohann staggered under the blow, his head turning with the fist more for his attacker's benefit then his. He didn't feel a thing, but was greatly appreciating the look of surprise and pain on the other guy's face.

The cronies looked amused and the man himself looked incredibly pissed off for a moment. Then he started laughing, the others joining in. "You do belong here!" He stepped forward, putting an arm around Yohann's shoulder, turning him toward the crowd of people. "Come on! A friend of Alek's, huh? You betting or fighting tonight?"

Yo rolled with the turn of events, laughing along with them. "Not sure yet", he said to the question, only beginning to get an idea of what was happening here. He'd heard about underground fight clubs before. Was that what this was? And Alek was part of it? They'd definitely have some catching up to do.

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seemevil
2009-04-30 01:14 am UTC (link)

Commotion here wasn't a big deal, and if you let a flying fist catch your eye every time, your head would be spinning. The men (and women, to their respect. Less of them, but they made a presense) here were amped up, shoulder to shoulder in the heat, ready to tear each other apart in the ring or otherwise. A lot of money changed hands and a lot of blood stained the floor; this wasn't exactly a den of camaraderie. That might come later, when they compared scars over waffles, but here a friend was quickly an opponent. So the scuffle by the door was easy to ignore while Levi joked with Alek, coughing in surprise at the tweak and rubbing his chest, not sure when they got to the tweaking level of intimacy in this relationship but, for the moment, a little grateful. He couldn't think of what else would be so good as to remind him to take out some piercings before they were ripped out. Even in his surprise, Alek's bare acknowledgement of Etienne did manage to get Levi's attention, making him raise an eyebrow at the youngest of them, wondering if perhaps he had missed some golden gMe drama or maybe was just missing something more immediate. Personally, he was rather hoping the two of them would step up first; it would be good to make an easy dollar at the beginning of the night to start him off.

When the commotion started their way, though, it couldn't be ignored any longer. "Friend of yours?" Levi asked, the fresh-faced little blonde clearly with eyes for Alek; eyes like a newborn in a brand new world. Perfect. A new face meant good numbers for the night, and that new face heading in his direction meant Levi might get the first crack. Perhaps excited by this idea, perhaps just in an effort to embarass Aleksander in front of his pal, Levi rubbed up against him like a cat, both arms looped around him now to tease against his ear; "Not your fuck-puppet, is he? Not the most romantic of settings, but certainly a memorable one."

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counterpoise
2009-04-30 01:02 pm UTC (link)

Etienne snorted at Levi's antics, patting down his pockets and fishing out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and letting it hang from his lips as he searched for his lighter. It wasn't exactly legal inside, but what the hell was legal down here.

He offered the pack to the others with an arched eyebrow before putting it away, taking a long drag and grinning excitedly, "Aw be nice, Levi, he's a virgin," he said, with a wink towards the new comer.

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oogityboogity
2009-04-30 01:46 pm UTC (link)

"For fuck's sake," Alek muttered, seeing that it was Yo. How had he gotten there? Before Alek could stride over there, Yo was on his way over and Levi, in all his faggity ways, began to try to make everyone as uncomfortable as possible. Alek just rolled his eyes and extended a hand, gripping Yo's arm and phasing them both away from the two jokesters.

"Yo," Alek grumbled, getting him to look at him. "I dunno how you found me...but this is one of those things I was going to take you to on one of our...outings." His voice was low and just between them. "Good to see you," Alek said, smiling a bit. "Just promise me you won't fight tonight. Sit this one out, see how it's played out. Guess I'll have to start taking you to the gym if you find out you want to participate next time...Okay?" It was hopefully a workable compromise.

Thumbing over his shoulder, Alek shook his head. "Lemme introduce you to the assholes I usually have to deal with here." Turning around, he let go of Yo's arm and cleared his throat. Reaching into his back pocket, Alek pulled out wrapping tape and found the edge with his thumbnail.

"Yo, the guy rubbin' on you like a cat in heat is Levi. The other one is Etienne. This is my classmate, Yo." Alek nodded back and forth between them, well aware that he was between Levi and Yo. Levi rarely asked for permission, but molesting one of Alek's friends, in his presence was a bit stupid to him. Beginning to wrap his left hand, Alek's eyes looked at the other two for a long moment before glancing at Yo.

"This's one of those things I was telling you about," he said louder this time, more cryptically so the other two knew that maybe Yo wasn't walking in completely blind. Picked a good night come watch." Making the distinction between bet or fight.

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supersnooper
2009-04-30 03:06 pm UTC (link)

Big Red, or so Yo was thinking of the large ruddy-hued man who's arm was still around him, was lugging him toward the larger gathering, his sycophantic friends in tow. The crowd seemed to open for them some, and Yo found himself face to face with Alek, as well as some others. The one he immediately recognized, how could one not recognize Levi Cuckoo by sight? Alek knew Levi Cuckoo? Yo was surprised, though he supposed he shouldn't be. Alek had famous parents, Levi was famous (or infamous?) in his own right. Made sense they might know one another.
As Yo was looking toward Alek, Levi must have caught on to the gesture, Big Red's big mouth, or both. As Big Red let go of him, Levi was settling in with crude remarks, the guy beside him chiming in too, as well as Big Red and some others. Yo's posture was already changing, chest out and shoulders squared, up for any challenge. "Fighting over who's gonna pop my cherry?", he countered, looking Levi's counterpart in the eyes before he was dragged away a ways by Alek.

Yo caught Alek's grumbling tone, and right away didn't like what he was saying. Yo wasn't dumb. He back down now, like this, and he'd be a joke. He was not going to be a joke.

He didn't have time to argue, as he wasn't given time to, Alek wanting to clear the air between them all. He gave a bit of a bow to Levi, recognizing he was in the presence of awesomeness, and a enigmatic smirk to the man called Etienne.

When Alek commented about coming to watch, Yo could already hear the snickers. Hell, no. It wasn't going to go down like this. "Watch? Fuck that, I'm in. Big Red can vouch for me, can't you?", he said, nodding his head over toward the guy who'd slugged him. He and his friends started laughing. "Big Red, I like that", he said, smirking. "You probably hit like a girl, but I bet you could take a hell of a beating." His tone of voice implied that it was probably likely that Yo would be getting the chance to fight if he were on the card to or not. "Bet I could surprise you", Yo said back to him, totally full of b.s. He thought he might have a chance, only through his own agility and flexibility, and the small amount of martial arts that he'd just been starting to learn.

"So, you're the mother hen here?", he asked of Levi. "What do you say? Let me have a go?"

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seemevil
2009-04-30 03:49 pm UTC (link)

Alek's reaction in entirety was as good as any daytime soap for Levi. Looking dismayed, secreting the kid off, trying to hose them down; Levi watched it all with disconcerting relaxation, allowing it to play out without a word of discontent. As if Alek's protests weren't worth a fuck. In the moment of seperation, Levi didn't quite turn to Etienne, not taking his eyes off of the other two, but a sort of unintelligable torrent of excited and confused sounds were left in Etienne's mind for him to make sense of himself. When Alek and his friend returned, there was only the twisted grin, and the return of Yo's bow with a hand over his heart in a purely ironic display of earnestness or nobility.

When the kid turned out to be sparky, well, Levi's grin could only grow and the look of condescending apology he shot Alek probably deserved a good ass kicking in itself. You tried, Alek, and that's what really counts, it seemed to say. Right.

"I'm not the mother of nothing," Levi clarified, thought could understand how he could be misconstrued as such. He was pretty fucking awesome. "But I'd be more than happy to get you initiated." As he threw an arm around Yo to guide him away and be a proper, supportive mentor (unlike Alek who had no faith in him, tch), he left Alek and Etienne with an announcement; "I'm putting you two up, try to make it interesting for him."

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counterpoise
2009-04-30 04:01 pm UTC (link)

Etienne laughed, running a hand along the back of his neck and looking to Alek with half smirk and an arched eyebrow. "Guess you're stuck with me, sorry to disappoint. You looked like you were gunning for Levi," he said, a trail of smoke wafting slowly from his lips.

"Don't worry, he won't mess with your friend too badly. He was my first fight, and I came out ok...mostly."

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oogityboogity
2009-04-30 04:09 pm UTC (link)

Alek was a little displeased about the whole thing. Yo follows him in like a lost puppy and gets swept up like he's the second coming. It was a pride thing, since Alek's own entrance into the fights hadn't been all that easy. He felt like Yo was just dropping his name and sucking the ass of the right people to join up, no questions asked.

He didn't argue though, just watched the two go and then glanced back at Etienne. A shrug of his shoulders and Alek ripped the tape with his teeth, starting in on the other hand. "Hey, Yo wants to fight, then he should get the full experience," he said, rather bluntly, rolling his shoulders. "And there's always next time," Alek added, looking at his hands as he wrapped the other.

"Besides, I'm sure you're just trying to play it down so I come in the ring all cocky and then you blindside me with Ninja Jujitsu or something. I'm not some noob," he reminded Eti with a grin. Alek had some sudden energy to burn off. Win or lose, he knew he'd be getting just as good as he gave, and that was really why he came to these things - for the rush and competition.

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supersnooper
2009-04-30 04:39 pm UTC (link)

Yo couldn't help feeling a little starstruck by talking with this guy who he'd seen all over the internet and had some degree of fame. Even if he was pretty sure the tatted up man was saying he was going to (try and) kick his ass.

"Sweet", Yohann said to Levi. "The name's Yo", he said to him. There were a few laughs in the crowd as it sounded like something he might've made up on the fly.

"Give 'em hell, man", Yohann said to Alek. Though Yo was pretty sure that Alek didn't look pleased with the turn of events, he was sincerely pulling for his friend. Not that he had anything against Etienne, but he would love to see Alek fare well.

"There any way I could bet and fight?", he asked of Levi once they had back off from the duo who were going to be squaring off against one another. "I think my friend there's gonna kick some ass." He could be wrong, Etienne did have the sinewy look of a scrapper who could fight as dirty as needed to pull out a win, but he had a good feeling about Alek.

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seemevil
2009-04-30 05:32 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah, Alek said..." Levi reminded him, that condesending grin returning, wondering if Yo might be a little slow. "LEE-vye," he added, gesturing dramatically to himself, unable to suppress his snicker and raising an eyebrow to make sure Yo was well caught up. With another laugh and a slap to his chest, just messin', Levi was pushing Yo ahead of him with both hands on his shoulders to present him to a bored looking woman sitting behind a marked up, collapsable table with a computer on her lap. She only leaned forward, resting her head on her hand, waiting for instructions.

"This is Yo--"
"Levi."
Leaning across the table with a lecherous grin; "When are you--"
"Le--"
At a business-like clip, looking defeated; "Alek and Etienne. Five hundred on Alek. Me and this kid. Then maybe later me and you--"
"Dime to the dollar with Etienne."

She had already turned away, missing Levi's frustration. On the wall was a cork-board that might have been there since the beggining of the century with several cards posted in pairs near the top, all punctured and battered like each had been a shotgun target, all with kitchy stage names scribbled on them in various colours of marker. Up amongst them went Reaper and Butcher, with quickly scrawled sticky notes with numbers stuck to them. The woman only paused for a moment to turn and look Yo over once before a fresh card went up, distinct amongst its worn brethren with Scrappy-Doo written in drying ink. As she worked, Levi explained, "You just can't bet on your own fights."

"That it?" she interutped with a sigh, not about to sit around and be submitted to their conversation, more than ready to go back to not having to deal with them.

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counterpoise
2009-04-30 05:36 pm UTC (link)

"He beat 'Big Red'," Etienne said with a laugh, blowing out a stream of smoke and flicking the ember from the end of the cigarette, pocketing it for later, "He'll be fine."

"Pfft, I've won about three fights in my whole career, I don't I've got any new fancy moves for ya, just my stubborn self as usual. Besides, can't let Levi down, he never bets on me, just tells me does," he said with a grin, tightening the straps on his gloves and moving towards one of the rings, "Don't mean I won't give you the fight of your life though. Maybe I'll tire you out and you'll quit."

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oogityboogity
2009-04-30 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Alek rolled his eyes and didn't comment. Whatever, none of his business. He was here for what he was here for and not to have tea and crumpets while trading gossip. He felt bad enough with Yo following him down in the first place.

"Age before beauty," Alek said with a grin, raising up a rope for Etienne to enter the ring. "And maybe you will, seems like I'm full of bad luck tonight." Alek followed and bounced around to his corner. He thought about shucking the shirt but disregarded it as soon as the thought entered his mind. None of that. It would restrict him, but it was a bit like armor - he assumed - when it came to Etienne. "Ready for the bell!" He hollered, popping his knuckles and then shaking his hands out.

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counterpoise
2009-04-30 08:25 pm UTC (link)

Etienne rolled his eyes, but flashed an amused smile, ducking under the rope and retreating to his own corner, shrugging off his coat and rolling his neck. He was getting better with each fight, but hell if he didn't wish he had a more helpful power. Alek could tear his heart out if he wanted to, and Etienne could...drain a couple of minutes of life, if he was lucky.

He had to rely on physical attacks, that and his own stubborn inability to stay down.

He faced Alek with a smirk, rolling his wrists and waiting for bell as he shifted from side to side. When it sounded he was ready, lashing out with a left as soon as Alek's was within reach.

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oogityboogity
2009-04-30 08:32 pm UTC (link)

That was Etienne's first mistake. It was obvious that he would start lashing out. Alek kind of hated it, the predictability of it. Deciding to go easy, he phased everything but below his ankles, keeping him above the mat, but the hand moving as if through air.

A hard tap to Etienne's midsection and Alek moved around him, his body becoming solid again. He frowned, worried for Eitenne's well-being.

A couple punches to the gut and Alek shuffled his feet, shifting with the movement. "Who's the top?" Alek found himself asking - eyes getting wide even as he said it. Holy crap, he didn't mean that! "Sorry!"

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counterpoise
2009-04-30 08:44 pm UTC (link)

Etienne swore under his breath as his hand failed to make contact, stumbling slightly and leaving himself open for when Alek solidified. He winced at the hits, trying to block, or at the very least grab hold of his while he was solid, but found himself backing away, gulping down mouthfuls of air and arching an eyebrow at the question.

"You wanna fight, or fuck?" he breathed with a smile laughed, coming at him again, trying to be smarter about it this time, dodging a hit and grabbing hold of the arm, twisting it back while trying to find skin to make contact with.

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oogityboogity
2009-04-30 08:51 pm UTC (link)

"You wish!" Alek shot back, trying to evade but his cockiness proved to be his undoing. He grunted, feeling Eti's touch and only managing to phase after a moment. His calves went into the mat, leaving his fists at stomach level. His arms felt a little heavy, but he made contact and seemed to wade backwards, trying to gain some ground.

Hopping up, Alek was feet-first on the mat, muscles twitching under his shirt. Something felt different. Bad. Wrong. He shook his head trying to clear it, trying to remember what it was exactly Etienne could do, which hand did what. "You're the one tryin' to waltz. I lead, bitch." It was this cocksuredness that led to Alek tripping over his feet, eyes wide as he stumbled backwards into the ropes. HE undid himself but realized he was in a corner.

A very bad place to be.

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counterpoise
2009-04-30 09:08 pm UTC (link)

"You're the one who brought it up, lovely," he said with a wink, vision blurring slightly as his eyes were swallowed by a jet colouring, fingertips making contact.

His lips curling into a grin, feeling slight pep, and as Alek trapped himself Etienne used this to his advantage, laying into his gut and his face before he had the forethought to phase. Had to act quick with Alek, something Etienne rarely had success with, but his luck seemed to be turning around.

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oogityboogity
2009-04-30 09:19 pm UTC (link)

Abs contracted automatically, Alek making his face relax, his neck moving with the hit. If he tensed when the contact happened, he was liable to break something. It lasted a few seconds, but Alek knew he felt heavier. Where it came from, he wasn't sure, and he was suddenly aware of what was happening.

He sunk below the mat and was jumping out of it a second later, his knuckles making contact with Etienne's inner thigh - only at the last moment deciding to not go Johnny Cage on him. Alek appeared to float backward, the dribble of blood coming from his bottom lip. He could feel the warmth on his chin as it slid down the front of his neck.

Fingers waggled in front of his face, heart already beating thanks to the adrenaline. "Want s'more?"

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	Etienne swore, falling to his knees, gritting his teeth and edging away. "Fucking ghost," he spat, trying to get to his feet but stumbling slight, leg not wanting to take the weight. "Bring it." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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Yo wasn't sure what to make of Levi. He was kinda an ass, but had a charisma to him that was undeniable. A dangerous combination, for sure.

He watched mutely as Levi secured their bet, interested to see the names that Etienne and Alek were given. When he saw a new card going up with the name Scrappy Doo, he made a face. He didn't complain, though, knowing it could've been much worse.

"I don't think she's that into you", Yo observed, amused by the woman's tired reaction to Levi's antics. "That don't matter anyway, look, they're starting."

He slapped Levi's shoulder to get his attention before taking a few steps away from the makeshift bookie and toward where the fight was starting. Etienne and Alek were hard to see through the crowd, but Yo could make out some of what was going on. The crowd was responding, and Yo couldn't help going along with it.

(seemed a logical place to split the thread for now, Yo and Levi can watch the match a bit, then have their own later on)

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