Fight Clubs Are Not Overdone [Open]

Levi watched from the front of the crowd, a smile on his face as he enjoyed the show. As the last opponent went down, Levi decided he had gotten enough of Macht from the spectator view, it was time to test out his training. Levi made his way over to the organizer, his eyes on the German in the cage. 

"Put me in."

The organizer look at the Asian incredulously, "You ever been in a cage fi.."

Levi interrupted in a "yes mom" sort of tone, "Yes I have, and yes I'm sure and YES....I know the rules. Can I fight?"

The organizer smiled as he shrugged, "As long as you know what you're in for, sure kid."

Levi's blood began to heat up as he walked up to the entrance of the ring before slipping off his thin, black hoodie to reveal a white t-shirt as he removed his jeans to reveal a pair of loose gym shorts. Yesh, he had come ready to fight. He stepped in a gave Macht a friendly smile.

"Long time no see. Guess we won't get to spar today huh?" 

Levi agreed with the one-eyed man as his face took a much more serious expression. Levi's typical strategy was to start out right-handed and switch into right to throw his opponent off, but since Macht started with the south-paw stance, so would he, reversing his strategy. If Macht wanted boxing, Levi would play along until it suited him.

"Fair enough..."

Levi would bounce on his feet as he danced into range, his forward left snapping out swiftly to throw two consecutive jabs for Macht's good eye. If they landed cleanly, Levi's right would fly forth, looking to send a quick straight into Macht's jaw. If they were dodged or blocked, Levi would keep his right hand up in a nice guard and pull his left back as soon as possible. For now, Levi would test the waters. 

Levi had left the straight nice light to avoid over-committing to it as Macht had defended against the jabs successfully. Levi's eyes caught the windup of Macht's kick in time to react as he pulled his straight back quickly and brought his right leg up, turning his body a little to the right the intercept the German's shin with his own.

"ah!"

The familiar sting of two shins colliding blossomed in his leg as he kept his leg cocked and turned his body back to face his opponent, throwing his right leg towards Macht's right knee as the man pulled his left leg back, making it more difficult to evade.

Levi had not expected the stomp and his foot would certainly feel the weight of Macht's heel, but his focus would remain on the German so as the hook came in, he was ready. Levi quickly snapped his right out, striking Macht's bicep with his fist as the man's shoulder rotated to throw the hook, stopping it in its tracks and hopefully throwing off his opponent's rhythm. Right after he stopped the hook, he threw a left straight at Macht's nose as he caught sight of the incoming palm and decided to go for a trade.

He turned his body and face with his punch to put everything he could into it, causing the palm strike to land solidly against his right cheekbone, his head required to take the majority of the force as he had thrown his weight into his own attack to get it to its target in time. Levi would turn his head as much as he could as the palm struck to ensure that he could follow-through with his punch. Macht's strike would arrive just bit before his, but there was a good chance that Levi's blow would get there before the man could do much else.

"?!!"

Levi’s vision became partially covered as Macht’s fingers draped across his face and Levi could feel the pressure on his wrist building, it was tolerable for now, but it would not remain that way for long. He needed to do something right now! He reacted quickly, reaching up with his right hand and grabbing the German’s thumb tightly to peel it away, using the leverage to turn the hand upwards along with the arm (clockwise from Levi’s perspective). Levi would squeeze the captive thumb tightly as he pulled it down, Levi’s arm going down to continue to turn the man’s arm to force the arm to drop with it to avoid hyper-extension or broken bones.

If everything went according to plan; with his reach no longer forced, Levi would try to turn his body to face forward again, against the grip on his wrist as he quickly bent the thumb backwards, against the knuckle, threatening to snap it or at the very least hyper-extend it if something was not done about it. As he did this, he threw a swift front kick toward Macht’s stomach with his left leg, using the pain from the thumb as a distraction that would hopefully ensure the hit. Levi made sure his weight was well distributed on his right leg to avoid easily being pulled off balance as he made his attack, making sure not to throw everything behind the kick, but more than enough to do some damage.

[OOC: Dude, sorry for the wait. ]

As soon as Levi felt Macht's fingertips pressing inwards, he pulled his head back and snapped his eyes shut, but even still, the man's fingers applied enough pressure to Levi's left eye to cause some serious pain. 

"ARRGH!!!"

Levi's eyes opened quickly as Macht took advantage of the moment and made his move, though he could only keep his left eye open briefly as the pain was too sharp to leave it open. The pain in Levi's arm was also getting pretty bad as he broke the man's thumb, he would need to do something about that very quickly. There wasn't much Levi could do at this point to stop Macht from turning and pushing him to the ground, but it was clear what he going for as he turned around and made his move to push them to the ground. Levi would take this opportunity to release some of the pressure on his arm. Though the grip on his wrist was tight, it would be pretty hard for Macht to keep Levi from turning his arm over with one hand. As they fell, he raised his shoulder as he torqued his left arm so that the inside of his elbow was over Macht's shoulder when they landed, allowing it to bend freely and get the tendon in his wrist away from the man's fingertips for the moment. Levi's legs also played a part as he spread his legs and wrapped them around Macht's hips to keep him in place as they hit the ground.

Hitting the ground with Macht's on top of him wasn't a painless event, but he would endure as he squeezed tightly, pulling his opponent against him. Macht would still maintain his grip on Levi's wrist, putting his arm across his body and over his opponent's shoulder, but Levi still held the man's broken thumb in his hand and he planned to use it to end the fight.   

Alright, let's see how much pain you can stand.

Levi would proceed to force the broken bone against the other parts of bone in the digit by pushing it in, twisting, pulling and anything else that would cause high degrees of pain. He wasn't a fan of this plan, but if eye scratching was fair game, then so was this.

What the fuck? 

Something was happening to Macht and it didn't seem natural. At any rate, the pressure on his wrist was increasing and he needed to use the small window he had as the drug did it's magic to try to release his arm. He released his hold on Macht's thumb to quickly grab his own forearm from underneath and pull up with the combined strength of both arms, wrenching his arm from the man's grip. Even though he had freed his arm, it taken too long and it came at a cost as the reverse headbutt came in fast.  

"gah!!!"

Levi's nose snapped as he was forced onto his back, his vision blurring his head spinning. His vision still not quite aligned, Levi knew he needed to get out from underneath the now larger man and avoid taking anymore direct headbutts. He tucked his head down as he used he sore left to push Macht's left shoulder over to attempt to roll him off. If it worked, Levi would roll the opposite direction as soon as Macht was off enough for him to escape. He would slowly get to his feet as his vision became singular again, looking at what was now his opponent. He shook his head as he got his head to think again. Levi had to question the man's judgement to use a substance like that to win in a non-lethal match.

"Drugs? Seriously!?....In a cage match? You could have just tapped you know!?"

It was a guess, but drugs seemed like the most likely culprit here. Though Macht's actions seemed excessive, Levi would see this through for as long as he could without sustaining any more serious injuries. The challenge of a difficult fight was hard for him to resist and he would raise his hands again, his eye catching the deep bruises on his left wrist, his face one of excitement and horror.

Jesus...