Old man slapfight

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Who: A mad dog and a spool of wire, +1 heckler
Where: Vid room
When: Day 1, evening
What: Geezers sparring

[Look at this perfectly good vid room that wasn't used by anyone. Someone had to break it in, and it might as well be for a sparring session. That was the only kind of scenario Wire was interested in playing out, anyway. The location didn't really matter, he just let it randomize an open spot that made sense for fighting. What they ended up with: a shady back alley at night, primed for some bare knuckle street fighting.

Wire cracked his one good hand and surveyed their new surroundings.]

Ground rules?

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[grandschemed]

[ his leg's grabbed and it's true that it is a bit difficult to stand with one leg just completely yanked away from him. he loses his balance, hitting the ground (which thankfully the leather jacket does do a bit to cushion even if the rest of his torso isn't exactly well-armored) but he isn't going down easy, either. his ungrabbed leg shoots out, aims a sharp swipe at Wire's knee to try to get him down with him. ]

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[Dammit, not his old man knees

Bowled over by the sweep to his leg, it was all Wire could do to try and grapple the other man down so that when they hit pavement, he was gonna stay on top. It made his left arm exposed, but he was gonna keep punching him! In the face! Against the gross pavement! For as long as he could mange.]

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[ the benefit of having two arms is he can use one to guard against the blunt of some of the blows. it's still not exactly a Wal in the park, his arm getting bruised, but it's better than his face.

his other hand can be used to grab for Wire's wrist, wrench it to the side, at least stopping him from punching so he can try to elbow him with his guarding arm. ]

[maxxximumeffort]

[he's been cheering for both of them but suddenly]

THIS CONTAINS MUCH LESS DIRTY SHOTS THAN EXPECTED. RIP EACH OTHER'S SHIRTS OFF

WAIT, ONE OF YOU ISN'T WEARING A SHIRT, FORGOT THAT, EVEN IT UP THOUGH

[fiberoptic]

[On pure reflex, Wire reached out with his left hand to grab the incoming elbow in order to block it but-- well, that was a bad idea. He realized that as soon as he did it. There wasn't an ounce of strength in that thing to push back against the incoming attack, and all it managed to do was get himself smacked in the face full force with the back of his own hand.

Suddenly caught off balance by fighting against his natural instincts, Wire was completely open, fighting for focus.]

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[ he realizes it's an opportunity and he also realizes being under Wire at this point is a very unideal place to be as far as winning this goes. he takes the chance, reaching up to try to grab for Wire's short hair - - and yanks downward at the same time he brings his head up, trying to bash their foreheads together with the intent to daze him. ]

[fiberoptic]

[There was a loud SMACK as both their heads bashed into each other. If Wire wasn't dazed before, he was now - blood was starting to dribble down his nose from the force and he reeled backwards. With the right push, Majima could very easily grab the advantage and get out from underneath.]

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[ the advantage that gave him is great, dazing Wire was exactly what he was aiming for but also it turns out bashing someone's head with your own isn't exactly pleasant for either party. but Majima pushes past it, bucks to try to dislodge Wire enough in combination with him reeling back to pull himself out from under him. ]

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[Majima gets out from under him easily, as Wire’s still fighting to get a grip on his senses. The pain is getting more and more familiar, sparking something in the back of his mind. Desperation… the resolve to win no matter what the odds stacked against you, because losing was not an option. Everything depended on it.

Get up. Get up!

With new fire in his eyes, Wire gave a gutteral growl and charged at Majima in a full bodycheck.]

[grandschemed]

[ Wire's charge at him has him letting out something that sounds like a sharp bark of laughter, both partially an amazement that Wire keeps on going with that ferocity, another just -- excitement, a thrill that's running through him that he doesn't remember the specifics or the source of of but is welcome and familiar at the same time.

he'd been mid-standing when he gets charged, and he's a bit less dazed, where he's able to step to the side of that, but as he does he tries to grab for Wire's mid section and duck his own weight lower. it's not an easy process but he's trying to see if he can lift him, throw him backwards over his shoulder. ]

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[For every second of effort it takes for Making to throw him, he was going to bash his fist right into the cyclops's head - merciless and laser focused like a Terminator.

But then, flying over the curve of Majima's shoulder, sudden freefall took him and - BAM! All 170 pounds of him hit the holographic pavement. The impact smashed through every inch of his aged body, forcing out a groan from his chest.]

Ughhh...

[grandschemed]

[ it's something he enjoys more than he probably should being able to pull off a move like that on someone that -- though he doesn't remember it -- obviously has a lot of experience himself; he turns immediately to try to take advantage of this window where Wire's dazed again, aiming to stomp down on his chest to get him to stay on the ground. ]

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[There's a crack from his ribs as the stomp connects - Wire roars, but the pain quickly transforms to hot-blooded rage as he grabs onto it and uses it to propel himself forward. His body twists, and his legs lock around Majima's before the other man could step away.

Wire was going to bring him down to his level again, this time grappling his leg so the lankier man was trapped in a kneebar. His arms might not be up to snuff, but there was nothing wrong with his legs.]

[grandschemed]

[ that crack sounds painful and even from Majima there's a sort of a wince -- but he's emboldened by how it doesn't seem to slow Wire down at all, though, he hasn't gone too far --

and the thought distracts him as his leg's grabbed again, and he falls sort of unceremoniously, with a rough exhale out of air. Wire still has some bulk on him for his size and it's difficult to get out of the lock; he does at least try to yank his leg free, at the same time he tries to push at Wire's leg holding him down. ]

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[He's not letting you go so easily, Majima. Wire's one good (but ridiculously strong) arm was wrapped around his leg at the ankle, locking his foot in place. Every jostle against his cracked rib was aching like hell, but through the adrenaline rush, the old man wasn't letting that distract him.

If Majima wasn't going to call it, then he was just going to have to provide a bit more incentive - by way of twisting that leg until it strained against the limits of his pelvic joint. Hurt like a motherfucker, too.]

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Sshhit - -

[ Majima gasps out - - his voice is strained, even compared to anything before that's a kind of pain that burns and he doesn't want to give in but at the same time he doesn't want his leg twisted off, either. Which wouldn't have literally happened but that's what the sensation felt like, like his leg was about to pop out of its socket.

he fumbles to tap open-palmed at Wire's leg, wheezing out: ]

I'll give ya this round - - Gramps.

[ less so because of the pain alone and more because Wire's got him pretty pinned down. ]

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[Wire lets go the second Majima taps out, sprawling out on the ground with a pained grunt. Now the pains and aches were catching up with him, and he had to take a moment to just. Wheeze. Majima definitely wasn't a pushover, that was for sure.

Let him just feel his ribcage to see where the damage was... like father like son, victory via bodily harm!]

Eugh... fuck. You've got some chops, I'll give you that.

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[ Majima groans as he sprawls himself, curling his knee of his strained leg to stretch it some, work out some of the kinks. he's sore all over, it feels like, but it's satisfying in a way -- like a good workout, working familiar muscles. ]

Thanks. You ain't so bad yerself.

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Hhhoooly shit, that was hot. Good fight.

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[Wire picked himself off the ground with grunt, and looked around. Sure, they were mostly fighting for their own benefit, but there were still people watching this. It'd be stupid to pass up the chance to get a few points from this...

He offered a hand to help Majima stand up, while awkwardly announcing,]

Guess the heroes win this time, or some shit.

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[ there's a little smile -- both at Deadpool's comment and Wire's awkward little line as he takes the hand, moves to stand, leaning his weight on the leg that wasn't just in the hold. ]

My blood's broilin' from all that. I'll getcha next time.

[ which probably counts as angry and rebellious enough? he gives a bit of a look to their friendly spectator, seeming to debate to himself. ]

You still rarin' to go?