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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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BB T5 R1 - [Vivi vs. Macht]
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Post by Markus Eckhardt on Sept 27, 2015 14:02:18 GMT -5
[OoC: Lock your stats in your first post. The stats you begin the tournament with are the stats you will end the tournament with. No items of any kind, and no Qi allowed. Participants must post within 24 hours of each other. Failure to do so leads to disqualification. If there is no clear winner within five days of the fight being posted, it will be decided by Staff through a grading rubric. This is a no holds barred fight, so if you feel the need to break some limbs, you go ahead and break some limbs. Post your entrance in the first round, and go ahead and start fighting as soon as you like. Let's get crackin'.] Vivi Perish and Macht Stärke would be led to the exit of the waiting room at the request that they wear no shoes, and both would be taken down opposite paths by women in white coats. The paths were dark hallways, lit only by flickering LED bulbs hanging from the ceiling, that stretched on for what seemed like forever. It would become evident that they were nearing the end of the pathway, however, as the roar of the crowd grew louder and louder with each passing moment, with every step they took. Finally, the two would come to doorways that, once opened, would reveal a large, icy arena, that stretched roughly twenty yards, with rain pouring down heavily from ten yards up. "Aaaaaaaaaand from doooor number one! He's a man you've all come to either love or hate, and who can't seem to keep his limbs, Maaaaaaaaacht STAAAAAAAAAAAARKE!" At the mention of Macht's name, a booming mixture of applause and disapproval roared out from the crowd. "But wait! From doooor number twoooo! The little lady who kept you all watching from the last tournament, she's back and ready to kick some ass, VIVIIIIIIIIII PEEEEERIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH!" Unlike with Macht, Vivi's arrival would cause the crowd to roar solely in approval. "Alright you bastards, this ain't over until one of you just can't get back up! IT'S TIIIIIME FOR THE BAAAAAREKNUCKLE BEATDOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!"
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Post by Vivi Perish on Sept 27, 2015 17:20:11 GMT -5
Take this life, Empty inside
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That turned out rlly long srry
Fight posts wont be so bad XD
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So the time for the next tournament had finally come around. How exciting. Vivi had almost carelessly signed up for it, barely thinking about the repercussions. Nope, it wasn’t because of over confidence in her fighting prowess. Vivi had always saw herself as lacking in that aspect. And without her little charms and doodads, she fell short even in the place she usually excelled at. Speed.
The violet haired girl had taken off her blood gauntlet and rings only moments ago, along with many other objects and tossed them in her locker. Looking on the bright side, this was a new experience she could tuck under her belt. And assuming she didn’t die somehow, experience could help you grow as a fighter.
Piper would have seen signing up for this shindig as self-destructive behavior, especially after she’d been diagnosed with PTSD, but Vivi didn’t tell her about it. That woman’s words didn’t hold much weight in Vivi’s mind.
Reality seemed to set in a bit more when she saw the board listing the pairings for the fights, however, and her eyes fell on the name paired with hers. The violet haired girl looked at list blankly, but her heart rate speed up. Good thing she didn’t have any plans for the weekend. Chances were, she’d end up hospitalized. But hell, she’d take it. She knew she could. This was just another chance to grow stronger.
Long live the reckless and the brave, Kaya had always said.
The saying made her happy, mostly because of the person the words were tied to. But recently, it had occurred to her that those two types of people prooobably had high death rates. But what the hey, at least they had interesting lives. Hopefully.
Finally, someone came for her. Vivi quickly removed her shoes upon their request, and followed the white clad woman down the hallway. It stretched on and on, to the point where Vivi was starting to feel a bit apprehensive about the whole thing, though she couldn’t quite put her thumb on why. But after a good span of time, the sound of a crowd filled her ears and her breath caught in her throat. The reality of the situation was setting in more in more as the seconds ticked by. Her pulse quickened. A chill ran down her spine. And she was pretty damn sure her heart skipped a beat when she saw the arena. What—the—fuck.
The icy ground chilled her bare feet, rain from above plastered her bangs to her forehead, goose bumps to rose up along her arms. The girl listened to the announcer, and gave a forced smile and wave when her name was called, and the crowd cheered for her. A little curiosity floated around in her mind as to why some of the viewers seemed to dislike Macht, he hadn’t really done anything to garner disapproval in recent times, at least not that she knew of.
So girl stood there with her long hair pulled back into a tight messy bun (so people couldn’t grab onto it, wouldn’t want that), and cold seeping into her small form.
“Here we gooo…” she muttered under her breath, curling her cold toes inward, “All or nothing, Vivi.”
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*Str:40 *Dex:40 *Con:40 *Wis:37 *Int:40
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Post by Macht Stärke on Sept 28, 2015 12:52:09 GMT -5
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Macht wasn't wearing shoes to begin with, having simply wrapped his feet in fighter's tape before the match. He removed this, however, and followed the white-coat as she led him down the path. Along the way, he stretched his limbs to get the blood flowing, paying no mind to the roar of the crowd. His door was pushed upon and he heard his introduction, met with a mixed crowd response, the likes of which garnered no legitimate reaction from the German.
Cocking a brow at the arena, Macht frowned and removed his eyepatch, before tossing it to the floor. The way this was set up, his optic implant would serve to be a hindrance more than anything else, if the eyepatch were to become drenched. It was still hidden, however, behind his skin and rather long hair.
Bare foot first, the German stepped out onto the ice and felt a chill run through his body. The rain pelted his skin and caused goosebumps to form. Nonchalantly, he brought out his prosthetic arm and allowed it to rev up, as he watched the water evaporate upon contact. He stared at it for a moment before allowing his gaze to fall upon his opponent.
Vivi.
Wordlessly, Macht began to walk across the arena toward her, taking almost limped steps as he allowed his prosthetic foot to remain on the ice longer than his flesh foot. His one advantage here was that he could potentially offset the chance of his leg going numb, and it was going to be capitalized on.
If Vivi did not move, or if she entered his range, Macht would shoot out a quick left jab for her nose, before pulling his arm back quickly and back-stepping.
//Stats Locked: Str: 40 Dex: 40 Con: 40 Wis: 40 Int: 39
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Post by Vivi Perish on Sept 28, 2015 17:51:44 GMT -5
Take this life, empty inside
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Vivi watched him approach her, keeping an empty look on her face. Doing her best to look as though she felt nothing, but that was because she did. And it surprised her what she felt. Fear. Until now she had never felt legitimate fear of this guy. Sure, some respect, a bit of awe for his fighting abilities. But they always used to be on the same side. Friends. That was gone though, and now she got a good look at him without the rose tinted glasses she’d always viewed him with. He was terrifying. Vivi began taking a few steps forward as well, not as quickly as her opponent, but just enough to close the distance between herself and the giant a bit quicker. She was shaking a bit. It was the cold, of course. It was fucking freezing. Vivi would never shake in fear while fighting someone... least of all him. At least that's what she would like to think. --relevant stuff here-
She stopped once there were a few yards separating them and allowed him to close the distance, watching to see what he would do first and lifting her arms up in the manner a boxer might. Macht threw a quick jab left jab, and Vivi turned one of her hands out, catching the jab on the hard part of her palm, and bending her knees to absorb the impact. The girl slid back a bit, but leaned forward slightly so she wouldn’t fall backwards. Her hand and forearm throbbed as she advanced toward him when he backed up. Possible attacks swam through her mind, but they all targeted the head, which she’d have to totally over extend herself in order to reach, assuming she even could then. The girl grit her teeth and decided to keep it simple for now. Vivi aimed a low kick for the inner thigh of his non prosthetic leg, hopefully hard enough that if it connected would give him a dead leg, or at least sting a bit. However, she’d quickly recoil and plant her leg on the ground hopefully before he could latch on to it. She’d follow this up with a punch to his lower, smaller ribs but also quickly recoiling this attack and bringing her arms back close to her body. |
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Post by Macht Stärke on Sept 29, 2015 16:41:02 GMT -5
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As Macht stepped back, he would continue to do so until his right foot was in the back, with his left foot leading. This meant Vivi would have to extend her leg farther to reach the inside of his flesh thigh, and that meant he'd have more than ample time to react. His arms were, of course, longer than her legs, and with his left arm already having aimed so low for a jab, it was already within perfect striking distance.
A hard left straight would be shot down to strike right above Vivi's kneecap, just as she would have lunched out her kick. Unlike her attack, his was fully committed and not intended to snap back instantaneously. Whether or not she followed through with her punch, he would step forward with his left foot, and shoot out a fierce left uppercut aimed to catch her between her chin and throat with enough force to throw her back if it connected.
Macht wouldn't move from his spot, instead he would remain grounded with the majority of his weight on his prosthetic leg. He was cold, his hairs were standing on end, and his fingers and toes were quickly beginning to lose feeling, but he could fight this better than anyone else.
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Post by Vivi Perish on Sept 30, 2015 21:33:57 GMT -5
Vivi’s leg would come out for the snap kick, and while it was still moving on the rotation of her hips, slammed her fist down above her knee. Fortunately her leg was still bent since he struck as she was about to strike out, but it still hurt pretty bad. She allowed the force to send her leg back and planted it on the ground so that her other leg was leading, and from there would shift her upper body to the side in attempt to avoid his upper cut. Assuming she was able to avoid the hit, she would regain her stance and proceed to attempt another heavy strike at his liver, which, assuming it hit, would possibly send her sliding back and creating a bit of a gap between them.
(ooc: Sorry I was so late >___< )
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Post by Macht Stärke on Oct 1, 2015 0:58:18 GMT -5
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Vivi managed to avoid the uppercut, but the longer she attempted to deal fight up-close, the more she'd make herself open for other attacks. Macht had reaction time that equaled Vivi's, only he didn't have the slowdown of having his leg struck and his body forced slightly backward.
As Vivi avoided the uppercut she'd have to come closer to Macht, and as she threw her punch, his would have already been prepped and ready to go. The large redhead twisted his torso to the left and launched a heavy fist for her mandible with crushing force, and the intent to send her crashing to the ground. As far as timing, they were fairly even, and his wingspan was much longer, which allowed for any differences to be fully compensated for. Even if she'd managed to strike him, it would come with a terrible cost.
//Stats Locked: Str: 40 Dex: 40 Con: 40 Wis: 40 Int: 39
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 1, 2015 17:27:06 GMT -5
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Vivi was surprised she'd managed to avoid the upper cut and felt a bit of phantom pain where it might've connected, but she realized--far too late, of course--that she'd screwed up when she committed herself to the liver strike and saw his fist coming towards her.
The blow connected and pain exploded in her face. The girl fell down and side-ward, her vision flashing white, but thank god for adrenaline. She fell quickly, and as she did, Vivi reached out and grabbed one of his ankles, and one of her legs would shoot behind his other leg. When the girl slammed into the icy ground, she was applying heavy and sudden force on the lower back of both his legs, hoping that since the ground was so icy and wet, the slippery-ness would aid with her effort and send the redhead tumbling onto his back.
Whether this succeeded or not, in the meantime, Vivi would spit up a mouth full of blood, which splattered the ground and some of her shirt.
"Agh... god..." she murmured. The area where he'd hit her would likely start to discolor soon, and now that she was on the ground, the cold was starting to close in even more.
Vivi would attempt to get up before he struck her while she was on the ground, and would lift her arms up to guard her face once more as she watched to see what he would do next.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Oct 1, 2015 17:46:08 GMT -5
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Vivi didn't have the positioning nor the leverage to be terribly effective in her pull, though she would be able to pull his front leg forward. This, however, would not go quite as she planned, as he still had ample time to react. Pushing forward with his right foot as his left was pulled on, he'd throw the right side of his body forward and allow the fall to happen. As he did so, his right foot would shoot out toward Vivi's stomach while she was still on the ground with - hopefully - enough force to make her let go of his leg and send her sliding across the ice.
Whether or not it worked, Macht's body would momentarily freeze up as a result of the skin coming into sudden contact with the ice, though he would rev up his arm and leg and push himself back to his feet. Walk it off... Vivi would either be on her feet by now, or she wouldn't be, and Macht would begin to walk at her just like he did at the beginning of the match.
//Stats Locked: Str: 40 Dex: 40 Con: 40 Wis: 40 Int: 39
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 1, 2015 21:40:02 GMT -5
Take this life, empty inside
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By some stroke of luck it seemed Macht actually fell, but it didn’t exactly go without a hitch. As the giant toppled, he shifted his weight and shot a leg out, nailing her in the stomach. She would’ve tried to grasp onto his leg to keep from sliding, but her arms were already extended in order to break her fall and trip her opponent.
Vivi’s face contorted with pain as she slid back and seemed to curl up a bit, but she didn’t make a sound. The cold began to set it, and by now, Vivi was pretty sure she’d lost feeling in her toes. A bit of vertigo was even beginning to take hold and her vision blurred for a moment. After a moment of rapid blinking, however, she saw the giant walking towards her. It was kind of funny… a few months ago she never would’ve been able to see herself in this situation. The violet haired girl shakily stood to her feet, and locked her eyes on her opponent. If only she’d been born a few feet taller…
At this point she didn’t want to stall, but she also knew charging head on was going to result badly. So what could be done. Vivi wiped some of the blood off her chin with the back of her hand and held her fists in front of her face, waiting for him to attack.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Oct 2, 2015 0:01:56 GMT -5
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And attack he would, though not quite the same as last time. Lunging forward and catching himself on his right foot, Macht's prosthetic would fist would shoot toward the ice as he ripped through it, pulling out a chunk of it the size of a basketball, only not nearly as round. Stepping forward with his prosthetic foot so that his full left side was facing Vivi, he would heave the chunk of ice in the direction of her chest.
As the ice flew, Macht would take two long, quick steps forward and then allowed himself to slide across the ice on his left side. As he approached Vivi his legs would split open, and he would entrap Vivi's own with them, before forcefully turning to the right to slam her, face first, into the ice.
//Stats Locked: Str: 40 Dex: 40 Con: 40 Wis: 40 Int: 39
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 2, 2015 20:17:30 GMT -5
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…Dude's trying to kill me, Vivi thought as she saw him uproot the ice chunk.
Not that he didn’t have good reason of course but damn. Things just got real, and she was thinking this after spitting blood all over the ground. It took him time to uproot the ice, giving Vivi ample reaction time when he threw it. She would do a front roll except aimed to her left, timing it so that the chunk would go over her as she traveled beneath it.
When she came to her feet Vivi broke into a run. At this point thanks to the trajectory of her roll Macht’s slide would be off and she could avoid having her legs trapped. The girl stopped running and allowed her self to slide past Macht. She expected he might reach for her legs, and if he did Vivi would jump to avoid it, if he tripped her she’d tuck and roll. In any case she was prepared to keep him from latching onto them.
But as she slid passed Vivi would fall back and aim for her elbow to slam into his nose before quickly with drawing it, and throwing herself into another forward roll away from him.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Oct 2, 2015 20:25:29 GMT -5
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Vivi tucked and rolled, which was intelligent, but since Macht was already so low to the ground he saw everything. He did reach out to grab at her with his left arm as he continued to slide, but realizing she was too far for that to be reliable, he kept his arm bent at the elbow. The elbow dropped at a speed that would be difficult to react to, even for a man as fast as himself, so all he could do was turn his face to the left so that her elbow collided with his cheek rather than his nose, but his arm was already bent and raising before should could pull hers away.
Taking a tight grip of Vivi's forearm, Macht would continue to slide, before kicking forward with his right leg to get onto his knees. As he did this, he would forcefully tug on Vivi's arm and twist to attempt to get her to spin so that her back would be facing the ground, before pulling her toward himself, bringing his right arm in, wrapping it around her waist, and bearhugging her.
//Stats Locked: Str: 40 Dex: 40 Con: 40 Wis: 40 Int: 39
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Post by Vivi Perish on Oct 2, 2015 20:43:14 GMT -5
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After her elbow connected with his face, Macht took a tight grip on her arms and she could’ve sworn she saw the words ‘Game Over’ flashing on the back of her eye lids. Getting into a grapple with him was the last thing she wanted. Vivi yelped when she was tugged around and slammed onto the ground. And she knew things were about to get bad when she was pulled towards him. Vivi twisted away as he pulled her toward him so that her back would be against him as he bear hugged.
The girl would tuck her chin tight to her collar bone and bring up her shoulders making sure her couldn’t choke her out. She would then push down on his arms, trying to free herself and jerk her body upward. Vivi would slam her head backwards in attempt to hit his face or head butt his chin. If this didn’t provoke a reaction Vivi would either push up on the ground or tuck her knees in and push up off Macht’s legs (whichever was more affective) in order to worm her way upward so that his arms were more around her hips or thighs, and from there, she would try to slam her foot back into his manhood. At this point Vivi was in a blind panic, and her breath was coming in ridiculously fast and shaky.
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Post by Macht Stärke on Oct 2, 2015 20:50:52 GMT -5
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The bearhug was a success, and Macht would begin to squeeze Vivi until she tapped out or passed out - until she headbutt him, anyway. Blood gushing from his nose, Macht's vision blurred for a moment, Allowing Vivi to push his arms down, but only so that they were wrapped just around her hips. He squeezed tightly so that the middle of her spine was roughly where his chest was, and, once he regained his bearings, he would push himself backward off of his left foot, tossing Vivi overhead into a suplex.
As they'd hit the ground, Vivi's head would be the first to collide with the ice at full force. Macht would release his hold on her after this, assuming she'd fall limp for a moment, then turn and rush forward. He would wrap his left arm just underneath her own left arm and position his forearm so that it would be against the right side of her neck. His left hand would grip the inside of his right forearm, and he would forcefully tug so that he could force her unconscious, painfully if she so chose.
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