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Please don't post unless you are listed in the title. Feel free to follow along though
Topic
Street FighterxGang Leader
Plot
Muse A is the leader of a pretty powerful gang who does just about everything they can do. However recently, she has chosen to get into more and more risky business. Causing other gangs to get more aggressive towards Muse A and her gang. So, looking for a bodyguard, Muse A sets out for someone to help watch out for her back. Even if she is not much for trusting people.
Muse A ends up going to an underground fighting ring to see if there was anyone there good enough to be her bodyguard. There she meets Muse B, who is known as the best fighter there. He's perfect for the job. The only problem is that Muse B wants nothing to do with getting involved with a gang. However after seeing him fight, Muse A wants him as her bodyguard. And quite use to getting her way, she is willing to push at it.
So, with anything and everything she's got she does whatever it takes to get what she wants. Muse B
Characters
Dagger Pack-Muse A(Female)
Roaw-Muse B(Male) |
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The Viper
"I exist on my own damn terms."
Personal Information
Full Name
Rylee Amelia Hunt
Meaning of Name
Rylee means rye cleaning
Amelia means work
Hunt means search for or follow wild animals
Nickname/Aliases
Ry(No one has called her that in years)
The Viper(Gang leader aliases)
Place of Birth
Scotland, United Kingdom
Age
Twenty three
Gender
Female
Species
Human
Race
Scottish
Gang
Basilisk
Role/Job
Gang Leader
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual
"If life gives you lemons... Add vodka."
Appearance
Rylee stands at a good 5'9 and weighs at about 156 lbs. She is incredibly athletic and incredibly muscular. Though it is hard to tell when she has clothes on, because it hides it very well. Her muscles aren't like most men's are where it bulges out of her clothes. Her muscles are pure lean, there is like no inch of fat on her. And despite her muscular body, it is not hard to tell she is a female. Her chest may not be huge, but it's not exactly that small either. Her skin is an even tan across her whole body, yes, probably from a nude beach. She can also be considered slender and lean. She has platinum blonde hair that is long and wavy, though she often keeps it up and out of the way. Her eyes are a striking grey that are often ice cold, but every so often on the rare occasions she is happy, they warm up just a little.
Her face is sort of round-ish but curves down into a pretty defined jawline. The most defining feature on her is her jawline. She definitely has a lot of scars from her childhood and her current life as a gang leader. But she doesn't care. She doesn't exactly flaunt them, but she doesn't really go through any of trouble to hide them. She has three tattoos, two of which are pretty well hidden when she has clothes on. One is on her ribs, which is a medium sized black dragon that stretches out across her left ribs. She has another one on her inner right arm, which is a serpent that is wound around a scepter, it stretches from her wrist to her elbow. Then the final one is on her stomach, which is a simple design of a feather, which is on her lower right stomach area. They were all kind of heat of the moment kind of things, so there probably really isn't a story behind them.
She typically wears dark themed clothes, black, dark blue, dark green, grey, etc. It is a very rare thing to find her in bright colors, and if you do find her in a bright color, then it is a shade of blue, her favorite color. She also does not dress up very much. She likes to stick to the basic pants, t-shirt, and tennis shoes. She'll put on a jacket or hoodie when she gets cold, or wear a tanktop when it gets hot. But she always wears some kind of pants, whether it be jeans or sweatpants. On a even rarer occasion she will dress up, put on a fancy top and some fancy pants, and maybe some short high heels. But the one thing that is practically impossible to get her into is a dress.
"Things have changed. I no longer give a fuck."
Personality
Rylee is definitely incredibly cold hearted. She does not like people and was not raised to be kind or generous or any of that. She was raised to be rude and mean. She was taught it's everyone for themselves in the real world. She was never shown love, so she doesn't really know what it is. Sometimes she feels happiness when she sees animals, mainly mammals. But, not really. She has an attitude that literally could be defined as go fuck yourself. She is incredibly sarcastic and rude. Despite that, she is surprisingly calm. Yes, she has buttons that can be pushed. But people don't typically push those buttons because she becomes incredibly pissed incredibly fast and her temper is even worse then her normal personality. Maybe deep down there is still some sweet, kind, innocent girl left, but there is very little possibility that it will ever show up again.
"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions."
Miscellaneous
Talents/Special Skills
-Hand to hand combat
-Knife fighting/throwing
-Incredible liar
-Incredibly agile
-Great marksmanship(Great with guns)
Strengths
-Marksmanship
-Hand-to-hand combat
-Quick on her feet
-Liar
-Knows how to use one's strength against them
Weaknesses
-Female(Despite how quick and strong she is, the male race will always be stronger then her)
-Loner
-Her past
-Her sarcasm(Gets her into trouble sometimes)
-Stubborn
Allergies
-Nuts -Chicken Feathers
Languages
-Scottish Gaelic(Native)
-English(Learned)
Accent
-Scottish(Native/Faded)
-English(Learned/Prominent)
"Yes, I know there's a special place in hell for me. It's called a throne." |
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~Dion York~
~Nickname(s)~
Dio, The Hellhound (Fighting name)
~Age~
25 y/o
~Gender~
Male
~Sexuality~
Pansexual
~Appearance~
The man has an appearance that most remember very easily. Dion stands at an impressive 6’7 and has a toned, muscular build with broad shoulders. His natural skin color is rather light but it's almost always tanned from spending a lot of time in the sun.
He has a diamond shaped face with a strong jawline but not as prominent cheekbones. His nose is medium in size and straight and he has a pair of hooded brown eyes. The man's right eye is a bit cloudy compared to his left one and he has a scar that goes straight down, starting just above his eyebrow and ending halfway down his right cheek.
Dion keeps his hair at medium length and since he rarely bothers to fix it, it's kept in a middle part as it's what it naturally falls into. His natural hair color is brown but he has a habit of dying it in all different types of colors, currently it's dyed a dull red color.
The man's entire upper body is filled with scars and different tattoos. The tattoos are in a patchwork style, there's no meaning to most of them, just different pieces that he's designed by himself, only a small amount of them actually have stories behind them, stories that he's more than happy to tell others about. For piercings both his earlobes are pierced, one piercing in his left one and two in his right.
When it comes to clothes the man doesn't really have a certain style, most of the time you’ll find him in joggers or combat pants, shorts if it's really hot out, just something that he can move easily in, to that he usually wears some type of hoodie or a loose fitting tank top. He can sometimes be found wearing a cap or a beanie but it depends on the weather and what he feels like wearing for the day. The colors are usually in greyscale and it's very rare to see him with anything colorful on him, the most colorful thing about him being his hair.
Apart from his above average height, colorful hair and scarred face, there is one very unique thing about him that always makes people look twice, the man has cropped ears. Much like how you would crop a dog's ears, that’s what's been done to his. He doesn't like to talk about it much though and if you ask, he's most likely to just mutter something before ignoring you.
~Personality~
Dion may seem cold and unfriendly but he's far from it. When first meeting the man he's usually not very talkative and can be quite dismissive towards you but if you stick around long enough to get him to warm up to you then he reveals himself to actually be a really nice person.
He’s typically a calm person who doesn't get riled up and overly excited often. Dion’s humor is oftentimes quite dark and he can be pretty sarcastic. While he is friendly, he's also someone who the closer you are to him, the meaner he is towards you.
When the man gets angry, he doesn't act the way that most would think, he doesn't start screaming and acting aggressive towards those around him. Given that he's normally very calm, rarely ever raising his voice or threatening people, people who know him freak out when he does so and it's usually enough to scare others. He is very patient and can endure a lot before he even reacts though.
To those he cares about, he's as loyal as a dog and would risk anything to protect them. His friends are like his family and no one hurts his family, it's as simple as that. You may not think it due to how he looks and can first appear but he's also very gentle and good at reading others, as well as comforting them when he needs to.
~Likes~
Working out
Dogs
Drawing
The rain
Music
~Dislikes~
Gangs
Cocky people
The cold
Being bossed around
Coffee
~Strengths~
Skilled fighter ~ The man is an incredible fighter, and the fact that he's also very strong certainly doesn't make him worse.
High pain tolerance ~ Having had to endure a lot of pain during his life, he's grown quite tolerant to it.
Intimidating ~ Even if it's not intentional, Dion looks intimidating and just by walking into a room is he able to earn the respect of others instantly.
~Weaknesses~
Eyesight ~ He has an old injury on his right eye and his eye does appear a bit cloudy. While he hasn't lost his eyesight entirely on that eye, he sees very blurry out of it.
Night terrors ~ Due to his past he now suffers from night terrors, something he's never admitted to anyone but that he struggles with and some nights he barely gets any sleep at all thanks to them.
Bad liar ~ Dion is absolutely terrible at lying, he's never been good at it and it's very obvious when he lies. |
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The sun had slowly begun setting as the young man left his apartment, it was still light out and would be for some time but in the horizon you could see how the sky was starting to turn all different shades of orange, red and pink.
The young man by the name Dion walked down the street at a calm pace, currently dressed in a pair of black combat pants, a grey hoodie and a black cap that shielded his eyes from the low set sun and hanging from one shoulder was a duffel bag.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he was quick to pull it out and answer, “Yeah?”
“Hey, you here soon Dio? I just saw the guy you're up against and man, I think you might actually be in for a challenge tonight!” On the other end was his friend, Mickey, or at least that was what everyone called the man, Dion knew that it wasn't the man's true name after a confession Mickey had made while drunk but he had never found out the man's real name and since it didn't really matter, he didn't ask either, figuring that there was a good reason he had changed names.
“Just left my place, I’ll be there in like five but the matches don't start yet? Plus, I'm last out, always am, you know that,” he replied, stopping for a second to make sure that there were no cars coming before he crossed the street, “I’ll see you soon, just focus on not getting too drunk before I get there.”
“Yeah yeah, is it such a crime to wanna see my friend? Haven't seen you in like three weeks!” The man on the other line complained.
Dion chuckled softly before replying, “Don't blame me, I can't help that they haven't found me someone to fight until now. You know I need the money.”
Mickey could be heard sighing loudly on the other end of the line, “Maybe stop beating the shit out of everyone then and some people might actually want to fight you.”
“I thought that was the point, are you telling me I've been doing it wrong this whole time?” the man chuckled softly again before continuing, “Anyway, don't you have a job to do?”
“Cig break, but yeah, I should go back in now. It'll start filling up soon… Hurry!”
“I will, I will, relax. See you,” the man grinned slightly as he hung up. Mickey was a good friend of his but he was quite a lot more intense than himself. If what Mickey had said about his opponent tonight was true though then he actually looked forward to the match, it was getting a bit boring to meet all the cocky newcomers who thought they had what it took to beat him when they barely knew how to throw a punch.
((Didn't really know what to start with so I hope this works xD)) |
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"Hey boss."
Grey eyes flicker up from the paperwork laid out on the desk. "What?" The voice was cold. The man who had entered, shifts on his feet slightly,"We're got reports of another gang moving in on us." Grey eyes narrow slightly,"Which one?" The man shifted again, seeming almost nervous. He knew the temper of his boss and he didn't like that he was the only one in the room with her. He would be the target of her fury if it exploded. "Which. One." The man finally answers,"The Diaz Cartel." An angry look came upon the women's face, the Diaz Cartel was a force to be reckoned with and not a gang to piss off.
"Hmm. Have they left any messages?" The man nods,"Just one... They said, stop now, before you end up in the gutter." The women nods, so they were leaving threats. She would have be careful from now on out. She didn't want to lose any of her men, or her own life for that matter. She waves the man off,"Alright. Go. Tell the others to be careful if they go outside." The man inclines his head and leaves the room, the door swinging shut behind him, leaving the woman alone in her office again.
The Viper.
That is what the world knew her as. Well, at least the people who knew of her. Very few knew her real name, even among her gang. She was a powerful women, running one of the largest and most powerful gangs in the city. However, they were not well liked by the bigger and more powerful gangs, so they often had to watch their backs. She was a very cunning woman and worked hard to get where she is. She was not about to let anyone rip it out from under her feet. She would need a body guard, someone to help watch her back when she was too busy with other things.
So with a heavy sigh she gets to her feet, pulling on her jacket as she goes. She typically wore simple clothes and that was what she was wearing at that moment. A black shirt , with a black jacket that went over it, the sleeves only going to the elbows. Black pants and some black tennis shoes. Her platinum hair was up in a ponytail and one of her tattoos were visible. The serpent wound around a scepter one that was on her inner right arm. She had a knife hidden among her jacket, and one tucked in a sheath hidden on her ankle. Then she had two guns on her. One in a holster on her hip and the other one was in a holster under her left arm, in the perfect position for her to grab it if needed.
She makes her way through the building, a few of her gang nodding to her as she passed. She was going out looking for a body guard. She would start in the fighting arenas. The illegal ones. They always had some fierce fighters.
(All good! I figure I have her walk inside just as he is starting his fight!) |
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After just a few more minutes of walking Dion walked into a bar, passing the bouncer and giving the man a nod. All the different bouncers knew him by now and they didn't bother stopping him, they just simply let him in. On the outside it just looked like a normal bar but if you walked through it and passed another bouncer then you would make your way into the basement where it all happened.
Dion didn't do that though, not immediately, since he was interrupted by the sound of someone else's voice.
“Dion! Come here doggie!”
The tall man didn't even have to look to know who it was, there was only one person who called him ‘Doggie’ and that was Mickey. He turned his feet towards the bar where he could see Mickey. His friend worked as a bartender and had been for the past year or so, it was beyond him how the man was able to keep the job, being a borderline alcoholic himself paired with a fiery temper but somehow, he was still here, sipping on a beer as Dion took a seat.
“Such a good boy, here you go, a beer for you,” Mickey said with a playful grin as he put a glass down in front of his friend, “They just started the first match from what I’ve heard. But seriously, the guy you're up against, fucking mountain, he’s gotta be the same height as you and like super buff, incredibly buff, I'm not even kidding.”
Dion sipped in the beer with an amused look, fully aware of the fact that his friend had a habit of exaggerating. “Oh yeah? What's he like as a fighter though?”
“Don't ask me that! Dude looked like he could crush your hand just by having you touch him though,” Mickey told him with wide eyes.
“Maybe time to start serving people their drinks instead of drinking them yourself,” Dion chuckled as he stood up and finished his beer, “Talk to you later Mick.”
“Not if you get beat and they gotta haul your ass to the hospital!” Mickey called after Dion who was making his way towards the basement.
He shook his head as his friends words, he wasn't really worried, it had been long since he'd been beat in a fight, it was getting to the point where the owners were pressing him to throw a fight in exchange for more money but he refused, even if the fights themselves were illegal he still wanted to stay as honest as possible.
He pushed open a door at the end of the staircase and was welcomed by the sound of music and cheering. They were in the middle of a fight and by the looks of it, one guy was already starting to go down. His brown gaze swept over the large room, for an underground fighting ring it was kept very nice and there was a lot of room, which was necessary seeing as there were always tons of people there.
Someone grabbed his arm, making him look down as they spoke to him, “Dion hun, we’ve got one match left after this one, hurry up and go change, will ya?” The words came from one of the owners, on the outside she looked like any sweet woman and she had a hint of a southern accent when she spoke but Dion knew the other side to her, the greedy and borderline aggressive one, and when that woman blew up, she was downright terrifying.
He offered the woman a smile as he replied, “On it May. Mickey says I'm in for a challenge tonight, is that true?”
“Depends on what you’ve been up to during those three weeks off,” she grinned at him slightly, revealing more than enough, finally he was up against someone who would put up a fight, “Now go change and don't make me ask ya again.”
“Yes ma’am,” Dion nodded at her before starting to make his way through the room, on the other side there was a door that lead to the changing rooms, really the basement of the bar was a lot like any regular gym and if shown a picture when it was empty, no one would guess that there was illegal fighting going on every weekend night.
Dion walked into the changing room, putting his duffel bag down on one of the benches before starting to undress and changing into a pair of black shorts before sitting down and starting to wrap his hands and then his feet for more stability once the fighting started.
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The streets of Edinburgh were quiet and empty. It honestly felt weird that there were so little people on the streets. Usually there were at least a few people roaming. The sky was dark and a little cloudy. Was there a chance of rain? Normally she kept up with the weather just so she could plan things accordingly with the rain. But for some reason she just didn't keep up with it that day. Though she had been a little busy signing some new contracts and trying to expand on quite a few things. She was hoping to climb her way to the top of the food chain. Already her gang was well known but she was aiming for the very top.
It wasn't far to the fighting arena, though it was disguised as a bar. She just had to get by two sets of bouncers. One that guarded the bar and one that guarded the entrance to the underground arena. She doubted she would be stopped. Her face was well known, even if people only knew her as The Viper. But it was always entertaining when a new bouncer was there. They always tried to stop her and then would freak out when they learned who she was. Typically it was no harm, no foul. However if she was in a bad mood, she would make the bouncer pay. A little harsh, yes, as the bouncer was simply doing their job.
The bar comes into sight and as she approaches she recognized the bouncer on duty, she didn't really know his name, but she never really stopped to learn. The bouncer simply nods at her as she opens the door. A slight incline of the head was returned as she steps inside, the door closing behind her. The bar was decently empty, no doubt the customers were downstairs watching the fight. Grey eyes scan the empty bar as she moves. Most of the people inside were drunk. She makes her way through the bar, her arms down at her side. She moved with confidence and a calm expression on her face.
As she arrives at the second bouncer who eyes her, now he was a new one. "Sorry, you're not allowed down." Grey eyes sharpen,"I'm allowed anywhere I wish to be." The bouncer grunts,"You have to have a special pass." A cold laugh rings out,"I suggest you shut up and move before things get worse for you." The bouncer narrows his eyes,"Don't make me throw you out." Grey eyes grow cold,"Touch me, and I will kill you." The bouncer looks over her scornfully,"Oh please." This time the laugh was amused. Her body shape was hidden by her clothes. The bouncer thought she was a scrawny little girl. "Where is your boss? Where is Elias?" Elias was the head of the security at the bar.
He knew The Viper well, he was one of the rare few outside her gang that knew her real name. The bouncer scoffs,"Elias would agree with m--" Another voice cuts in,"Move, Jasper. You have no idea who you are messing with." The bouncer turns towards the approaching man,"But, boss--" Green eyes flash with anger,"Move, Jasper." The bouncer, Jasper, grumbles but steps out of the way. Mumbling under his breath,"Lucky bastard." Grey eyes ice over,"Excuse me?" Elias steps forward, clamping a hand down on Jasper and squeezing tightly,"Apologizes, Viper. Jasper here is a new one and he hasn't yet learned his manners." Jasper's eyes widen at the name,"Oh.... You're... Viper. Like--"
"Yes. Like The Viper." Elias shoves Jasper away,"Go." The bouncer stumbles away, stunned. Elias turns back to her,"I am sorry about him." She waves it off,"No issue." Eilas nods and she starts down the staircase. It wasn't a long one but at the bottom was a door. Her hand stretches out and opens it, stepping inside as the door swings shut behind her. Her eyes sweeping the large room. The room was packed and in the middle a fight was going on. The edges of her lips curve up in a cold smile, she would find her bodyguard here. She makes her way around the edge, circling the area like a predator. Gaze fixed on the middle of the arena.
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After Dion had finished getting ready, he left the changing room to watch the last match before his finish. He stood leaned against a wall, chatting a bit with another fighter who he knew from before while they both watched the match. It was clear at this point who was going to win so they had both started losing interest and the other fighter was now also talking about the man that Dion was up against.
“I heard he’s got a mean right hook so watch out. Apparently he was on the way to become a professional boxer before he failed a drug test,” the man told him, causing Dion to raise an eyebrow, he was getting more and more excited to meet his opponent.
“Looks like I'm in for it tonight then,” Dion stated as he watched one of the fighters currently in the ring go down. He pushed himself off the wall as the man he'd been talking to wished him good luck and then the red-haired man started making his way towards the ring, watching some people drag the knocked out man out while the winner walked around, flexing his muscles while the crowd cheered. The fight wasn't much to boast about though, that match had been fixed. Many fighters accepted money for throwing matches just so that the ones holding them could make much more money from the match than they would if it had been played out fairly.
The winner finally stepped out of the ring and when he did, Dion stepped in, so did his opponent and Dion looked the man up and down. His opponent was tall, just slightly shorter than himself, shaved head and a beard, incredibly buff, broad shoulders and thick arms. Mickey describing him as a ‘fucking mountain’ actually wasn't too far off. He seemed strong but that wasn't all that mattered in a fight, far from it.
“And for tonight's last fight we’ve got everyone’s favorite… The Hellhound!”
Dion really wasn't a fan of that name, but he didn't have much of a choice, it was the name that people had started calling him when he first started fighting and then it had just stuck. He put on a grin as he looked at the crowd of people, showing off his muscles for a bit as they cheered, he wasn't much for bragging and while he knew he was a good fighter, he didn't like all the attention, he was fighting for the money, nothing else.
“Facing him today is the promising newcomer Stitches!”
As his opponent started showing off and doing his best to get the crowd riled up, Dion scoffed slightly. Newcomers were the worst, especially someone like ‘Stitches’ who didn't seem like they'd lost a fight in their life, the guy in front of him was used to winning, it was obvious, and he acted as though he owned the place.
“Let's not wait any longer and get on with it!”
The two fighters took their places, the bald one of the two looking about ready to charge the red-haired one while he was just looking at the man with an expressionless face.
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Finally she found herself a spot to perch. A few of the watchers knew who she was, but some didn't, and most didn't even pay attention to her. Which all was fine with her. She was perfectly capable of defending herself regardless of how the crowd viewed her. She was too busy watching the fight. She had refused to take a seat, but was instead standing somewhere near the front. Grey eyes cold and calculated as she watches. She needed someone powerful and not too cocky. She knew the cocky ones would never last. Especially in her world.
As she watched one man went down, getting knocked out proclaiming the other one as the winner. The crowd goes crazy, cheering and some even threw things. While she simply tilts her head slightly, he seemed like a good one, but... She wasn't so convinced she'd gotten lucky so fast. She'd stay and watch a few more see how well he really held up. The winner walked around flexing and finally he stepped out of the ring. The moment he did, another one stepped in. Then a few seconds later a second man stepped in.
The first man was tall, looked to be above six foot tall. He was a toned man with a muscular build and broad shoulders. He wasn't pale white but he wasn't dark from a tan. It also looked like he was covered in tattoos and he had two ear piercings. While the second man was tall as well, no doubt six foot as well. This man had a shaved head compared to his opponet's red hair. The second man also had a beard and looked just as buff as the first man. Broad shoulders and thick arms. Both men looked incredibly strong, but in a fight it was all about who was the smartest and most cunning. The crowd was going wild over the two.
"And for tonight's last fight we’ve got everyone’s favorite… The Hellhound!"
Bah, of course she'd arrived in time for the last fight. If she didn't find her guard, she'd have to come back the next day. The Hellhound... An interesting name. The man stepped forward, grinning at the crowd and showing off his muscles. The Viper resists the urge to roll her eyes. Men and their muscles. "Facing him today is the promising newcomer Stitches!" Ah, this newcomer was worse. Cocky and arrogant, trying to get the crowd riled up. He definitely wasn't anywhere near qualified enough to be her guard. But... Maybe... Just maybe she'd get luck with The Hellhound and he'd be the perfect match.
The two men got ready to fight and the announcer begins to count down. Grey eyes sharpen slightly. If The Hellhound was the favorite, hopefully that meant he was a hell of a good fighter. And not just in the terms of strength. She needed someone power but also intelligent. She also did not want anyone who was arrogant. She'd end up killing him or punching him within the first day.
Of course, she didn't need a bodyguard. She could make some of her men do it. And she was damn well capable of protecting herself. But, sometimes she got a little distracted in things. Like training, signing paperwork, helping move shipments in and out, or figuring out what the gang's next move was. It would help having someone around so she didn't have to add watching her back to the list. She was well aware what would happen when she started to expand the gang's activities. The gangs of the city had been fine with them up until they started climbing.
The higher gangs were getting pissed and no doubt were starting to target the Basilisk's. And for The Viper, it was go big or go home. And she wasn't going to back off. She would become the leader of Edinburgh's most powerful gang. She would make the Basilisk's the most powerful gang. Even if it meant taking out the others. |
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It didn't take more than a second before Stitches pounced on him, throwing a right hook towards the side of Dion’s head but the man raised his guard and blocked it. He never started fighting right at the beginning when he was up against a new opponent, instead he just made sure to guard his head and figure out what type of fighter he was up against.
The thing with these underground fighting rings was that everything goes, punches, kicks, different wrestling grips and so on. Dion liked it but it did also mean that you never knew what fighting style your opponent had. He’d gotten lucky and found out that the man was a boxer so now all he wanted to see was which type, the fast and explosive with low stamina, the style-hitter, those who always had a lot of stamina but their punches were weak and more used to winning proper boxing matches by points for nice and correct hits, or the slower ones who just threw one hell of a punch when they did hit you.
This newcomer seemed to be part of the latter. The red-haired man allowed him to get in a few body shots, just in order to get a feel for how the man fought and just how strong he was. Very was the answer, very strong. It would be a lie to say that the hits didn't hurt but it was nothing that threw him off balance or made him lose focus.
The red-haired man could tell that the newcomer was getting sloppier and sloppier the more hits he was allowed to get in, the bald man was getting cocky and thinking that he had the upper hand.
Now given that the man was an ex-boxer that meant he wasn't used to kicks but Dion was. After letting Stitches get in another hit, he was quick to deliver a kick to the side of his opponent’s stomach. A look of surprise appeared on the newcomer's face and for a second, he lost focus. Dion took advantage of that and with a roundhouse kick, he got in a clean hit on the side of the man's face.
As he took a few steps back he watched Stitches stumble back a little and he waited for him to recollect himself and try to attack him again. It was no fun for him or the crowd if Dion just finished him already.
After a brief few seconds, Stitches came charging at him, the man was pissed and it showed all over his face. Dion blocked a hit towards his face but this time his opponent was faster compared to before and immediately went to hit him again, this time landing the hit right next to his right eye, that was sure going to hurt the next day. Being half blind in one eye usually didn't cause him too much trouble but now it had since he’d completely missed the fact that Stitches was about to hit him until he actually had.
His opponent seemed to notice as another hit came flying towards the right side of his face but this time he noticed and moved slightly to the side, dodging the hit, before he put all of his weight into a punch going straight towards Stitches face. Just as his fist connected with the other’s face, he received an uppercut and both men took a few stumbling steps back while glaring at each other. The red-haired one spit some blood onto the floor as the other man had blood gushing out of his nose, probably a broken nose.
When the bald man came at Dion again, about to hit him, Dion stepped closer before head butting his opponent, something that wouldn't fly in a professional match but here anything and everything went, and the crowd always loved it. Stitches gave another look of confusion before receiving a kick to his side and going crashing onto the ground.
Dion wasted no time and within seconds he was on top of the man, holding him down with his full weight and delivering punch after punch until the man went limp and someone tapped Dion on the shoulder. He got up and looked at the man one last time before turning to the crowd and listening to them cheer as he spit some more blood on the ground, he'd have to check where the blood was coming from later, hopefully he'd just bit himself but he could also have lost a tooth, hopefully not thought.
After letting the crowd cheer for a bit, he left the ring as one of the people working there came up to him with a bottle of water and a towel.
“Good job as usual,” said the young man, Joey. Joey was a good one, he'd been working there for about a year and would occasionally do a fight now and then, he was good, still a lot left to learn but there was a lot of potential.
He grabbed the towel and dried some sweat and blood from his face, “Thanks Joey, he was actually decent but he's still too much of a boxer, he needs to let loose and work on his speed, pick up a few new techniques perhaps.”
“Yeah! I noticed that too and he relies too much on just strength,” Joey added excitedly. “Oh and Dion? I was wondering if you had time to help me train someday?”
Dion looked at the young man and gave him a pat on the back, “Sure. I’m gonna change now but we can talk about a date later, alright?” |
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