[b]The Pain Train
Underground Boxing Match
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A man reeled back, throwing a punch at another, much larger man
The bigger foe grabbed the smaller mans fist, twisting as a loud crack was heard[/b]
[i]"Aaagh! Thomas, quit!"[/i]
[b]The bigger man, Thomas, throws the man to the side, tumbling and then falling as he holds his now broken arm
Thomas looks to the crowd, a series of men and women, all of them with bets on either Thomas or the other man
Some looked disappointed, others where cheering, it was clear who bet on who
A man took another swig from his bottle of whiskey, jumping the safety wall and cracking his neck[/b]
[i]"Let's get this over with!"[/i]
[b]Thomas smiled, looking at him, and then pounding a fist on his chest[/b]
[i]"Cmon then, ladies first!"[/i]
[b]The man, infuriated at the insult, swings, nailing Thomas in the jaw
Thomas flips around, taking the impact of the blow and using the moment of satisfaction from his opponent to land his own
Spinning around, he swings with a wide punch, catching the man in the temple
He fell then, knocked clean out by the punch
The crowd cheered then, Thomas did his signature move, the infamous One Punch Knock Out, feared rightly so....
He faced the crowd again, as a few men jumped in and carried the unconscious man out of the ring
He held up his arms, causing the crowd to go wild[/b]
[i]"Who's next?!"[/i]
[spoiler]Open, if you wanna fight[/spoiler]
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A man steps into the ring, massively built. He was Thomas's height, but bulkier. Definitely trained and a fighter. Was he a Fed? No....too rugged and tough to be a Fed. He looked at his hands and cracked the knuckles. The match up alone silenced the crowd as he stepped into the ring. He rolled his shoulders and neck, popping the joints. "Wanna fight? I don't follow boxing rules..." He smirked and raised his fists, covering his face.
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Edited by Sardonyx: 2/7/2016 6:45:46 AM[b]Thomas smirked, as a crack was heard The wall behind him was crumbling, his armor stepping over He steps back, right into his armor as it folds around him, and seals shut[/b] [i]"The infamous Spectre Welcome to the Pit"[/i] [b]He chuckles, raising his fists as well, a strange, green glow around them[/b]
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Spectre shakes his head, lowering his fists and looking around at the crowd. He was dressed in a black tank top and mesh shorts. He was human. "See your hero!? He's too scared to fight me without armor!" He smirks and looks at the armor suit yet again.
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[i]"Ain't scared honey bunch, just ain't taken any chances"[/i] [b]He chuckles[/b] [i]"But if I have to"[/i] [b]The armor hisses, and unfolds, and he steps out[/b]
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"Honey bunch? I believe that's what I called your mother last night. She was real good. Really knew how to make a man happy." He smiles, raising his fists.
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[i]"I knew me mom, enough to know she wouldn't do it with a low life asshole like you"[/i] [b]He raises his fists again[/b]
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"Low life? You clearly don't get out of here much..." He waited for Thomas to swing, sizing up his competitor as they circled each other.
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[b]Thomas remained calm, keeping his cool[/b] [i]"Atleast then I don't gotta put up with the bullshit"[/i]
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"There is a lot of bullshit....these people want a show...swing first." He watched Thomas, waiting for a violent movement.
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[i]"Nah, ladies first"[/i]
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"Then go, pussy."
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[i]"Nah, I'd prefer not to hit first, last thing I need is some woman to sue me"[/i]
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"You're right, your sister would sue you for punching her pimp." The crowd howled and hollared, laughing and rocking. Spectre merely smiled, waiting for a punch or a kick, something to get this fight started.
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[b]Thomas continued just circling, he wasn't losing his cool, not now[/b]
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"You gonna swing? Or are you gonna keep drooling over there?" He shook his head, still waiting for a punch.
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[b]He just kept circling, prepared for anything[/b]
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He shook his head sighing. "Guess we're doing this, then." Spectre lowered his fists, staring at Thomas. "So, there's this resistance I kinda want you on. Wondering if you want to join. Guns, explosions, yada, yada, yada."
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[b]Thats when Thomas acted, moving faster than Spectre thought possible He slammed his fist into Spectre's nose, then hooking him with a wide punch to the jaw, knocking Spectre in his ass[/b]
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He stood, his nose broken and bloodied already. He smiled and shook his head. "There we go, something to act off of. Now swing again, bitch."
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[b]He doesn't, watching as he stood back up[/b]
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"-blam!-en pussies..." He shook his head, lowering his fists again. As Thomas began to swing again, Spectre went under the fist, pulling Thomas over the top of him by his arm. Spectre twisted the arm out of its socket as he hit the ground. Spectre kicked Thomas in the side of the head and grabbed him by the dislocated arm, dragging him to the side of the ring and kicking him out. Spectre reset his nose silently.
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[b]Just when Spectre thought he was done, he felt something tackle him, sending him to the ground Somehow, Thomas had recovered that fast, possibly relocating his arm after he was kicked out By now, he sat on top of Spectre, pinning him to the ground as he repeatedly punches him, each time Spectre's head bouncing off the ground[/b]
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Spectre put four massive jabs into Thomas's side, making a rib crack and crumble into nothingness. With the shortage of breath, Spectre shoved Thomas off and punched him in the jaw, the jaw line breaking. Spectre wiped the blood from his face and spit down onto the floor, smiling.
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[b]Thomas wasn't done yet, grabbing Spectre's jaw, he twisted, and then pulled and squeezed, cracking and disclosing it as he then slammed both his fists into Spectre's temples, effectively stunning him, his hearing beginning to ring and his sight blurring from the dual blow[/b]
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He shook his head, adrenaline began to pump as Spectre's vision and hearing both came back. He punched Thomas square in the nose, going underneath and picking him up over his back. He jumped and fell backwards, hitting the ground with painful cracks and scrapes. Thomas felt his backbone crack and bend. He lost feeling in his waist down, and having a shortage of breath. The pain was enough to make him see tunnel vision. Spectre stood, smiling down at his opponent as he stepped away, a safety barrier. "Relax. I know a good doctor that can get you fixed up." His speech was slurred, but audible.