Post by Jack on Jul 20, 2010 7:06:13 GMT -5
Wasn't there anyone of worth? Kevala recent departure had left him in a foul mood, just when things were looking up life always had to fuck him over. For what ever purpose the universe has thrown into his path a try hard bully, his face bloodied and his clothes in tatters, Jack held him by the neck. Looking around at those students who paused to film the fight or simply spectate Jack called his challenge.
"Is there no one here worth fighting? Where is my challenger, I'm hungry and who will feed me?!?!?!?!"
The ex vice would haul the boy into the set of lockers setting him go, spinning around to look at the crowed, once again calling out for a challenger.
Jack walked around the circle within the main halls of #774 as his rare yet funny moods total destruction, building within him the pressure almost too much to bare. Now while these behaviors of his were rare they were indeed intolerable. Jack would not be surprised that by the end of this little episode he had attracted the attention of half the correctional staff or worse pillars. A college senior stood out of the crowed calling something to Jack, he spaced out as his animal nature began to take over. It wasn't until the senior spoke a second time did Jack understand what he had said.
“What part of get the fuck out of my way didn’t you understand!?”
“The bit were you shut the fuck up and die!”
Jack yelled back at a large Senior who matched Jack for height if not build yet not his skill or speed. Jack took his Muay Thai stance it seemed as of late it was becoming his standard fighting style, enjoying the freedom he had of mixing it with his other fighting styles as he refined his Neo Evolution combat system. The fighters began to move in closer and closer, both not wanting, not willing to back down.
Jack raised his hands out in front of him much like a boxer except instead of having his hands curled into a fist the were open and loose free of the tension that would soon fill them. Jack reacted first sending a sharp and quick jab to the man’s nose following a right cross. Both strikers were successful, the first left jab loosened up his nose while his right cross broke it clean.
Jack would strafe left twisting his hips as he took a step forward with his right foot and sent a sharp and quick left kick to the senior’s inner left thigh. Once they separated the senior attempted a rear push kick to around Jack’s torso.
Seeing the danger before it was too late Jack took a step to his right leaving his left foot more or less where it was except for a few centimeters to the right. Twisting his right foot to the left Jack opened up his hips and in one fluid motion he exploded. Sending a powerful left round house to the man’s exposed mid section. The sound of bone on bone was the obvious and the wet sound of the senior's ribs cracking it was as if it were music to his ears.
He doubled over and Jack had regained his stance but he wasn’t done with the senior just yet, oh no there would be hell to pay. Picking him up in a clinch Jack started laying knees into him, using the under bind to keep him up on his feet while he used hie right elbow to lock into his torso forcing him to face Jack the whole time.
Jack's clinch allowed him to keep the senior in complete control however more importantly it allowed him to continue aiming for the man’s cracked ribs to intensifying the pain with each horrid blow.
Jack worked the senior toward a set of lockers, the same ones he used as a makeshift landing pad for his first victim. With on final knee Jack rammed the boy against the lockers, where he begun to repeatedly slam his head into the not so friendly steel doors. Jack continued to draw more and more blood before he decided the man had , had enough. Letting him fall to the floor, Jack turned around his eyes blood shot, full of predatory rage and blood lust. His eyes drifted down to the feet of the boy, who was now in his peripheral vision.
His life wasn’t in danger he was just badly wounded and would require medical assistance, maybe a hospital bed for the next few days. Within a week or two he’d return to the familiar halls of #774 and continue being a jerk and getting his ass kicked by ass holes like Jack who were only in it for their own pleasure.
"Is there no one here worth fighting? Where is my challenger, I'm hungry and who will feed me?!?!?!?!"
The ex vice would haul the boy into the set of lockers setting him go, spinning around to look at the crowed, once again calling out for a challenger.
Jack walked around the circle within the main halls of #774 as his rare yet funny moods total destruction, building within him the pressure almost too much to bare. Now while these behaviors of his were rare they were indeed intolerable. Jack would not be surprised that by the end of this little episode he had attracted the attention of half the correctional staff or worse pillars. A college senior stood out of the crowed calling something to Jack, he spaced out as his animal nature began to take over. It wasn't until the senior spoke a second time did Jack understand what he had said.
“What part of get the fuck out of my way didn’t you understand!?”
“The bit were you shut the fuck up and die!”
Jack yelled back at a large Senior who matched Jack for height if not build yet not his skill or speed. Jack took his Muay Thai stance it seemed as of late it was becoming his standard fighting style, enjoying the freedom he had of mixing it with his other fighting styles as he refined his Neo Evolution combat system. The fighters began to move in closer and closer, both not wanting, not willing to back down.
Jack raised his hands out in front of him much like a boxer except instead of having his hands curled into a fist the were open and loose free of the tension that would soon fill them. Jack reacted first sending a sharp and quick jab to the man’s nose following a right cross. Both strikers were successful, the first left jab loosened up his nose while his right cross broke it clean.
Jack would strafe left twisting his hips as he took a step forward with his right foot and sent a sharp and quick left kick to the senior’s inner left thigh. Once they separated the senior attempted a rear push kick to around Jack’s torso.
Seeing the danger before it was too late Jack took a step to his right leaving his left foot more or less where it was except for a few centimeters to the right. Twisting his right foot to the left Jack opened up his hips and in one fluid motion he exploded. Sending a powerful left round house to the man’s exposed mid section. The sound of bone on bone was the obvious and the wet sound of the senior's ribs cracking it was as if it were music to his ears.
He doubled over and Jack had regained his stance but he wasn’t done with the senior just yet, oh no there would be hell to pay. Picking him up in a clinch Jack started laying knees into him, using the under bind to keep him up on his feet while he used hie right elbow to lock into his torso forcing him to face Jack the whole time.
Jack's clinch allowed him to keep the senior in complete control however more importantly it allowed him to continue aiming for the man’s cracked ribs to intensifying the pain with each horrid blow.
Jack worked the senior toward a set of lockers, the same ones he used as a makeshift landing pad for his first victim. With on final knee Jack rammed the boy against the lockers, where he begun to repeatedly slam his head into the not so friendly steel doors. Jack continued to draw more and more blood before he decided the man had , had enough. Letting him fall to the floor, Jack turned around his eyes blood shot, full of predatory rage and blood lust. His eyes drifted down to the feet of the boy, who was now in his peripheral vision.
His life wasn’t in danger he was just badly wounded and would require medical assistance, maybe a hospital bed for the next few days. Within a week or two he’d return to the familiar halls of #774 and continue being a jerk and getting his ass kicked by ass holes like Jack who were only in it for their own pleasure.
