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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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Purgatory Round 1 Xaier vs Mars
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 28, 2015 18:56:35 GMT -5
Upon arriving to the club, all of the fighters for the evening would be lead inside and through the building. They would get to see the large ring, surrounded by the cage. Above it would be a huge, four sided display. That would allow any of those in the, rising row upon row of seat. Spot lights of varying shapes and sizes would hang from metal scaffold above, and surrounding the TV screens, which above that would have a glass walled room built into the roof.
The fighters would be taken away from the main area and down into separate dressing rooms in the back areas of the club. The rooms would have all manner of different clothes, a fighter could dream of wearing in the ring. From the extremely over the top, to the basic and simple. The fighters would be given ample time to change, and eventually in their rooms they would be able to hear, the background noise of people building up in the ring area. A few minutes later a voice would come out over speakers.
"Good evening, ladies, gentlemen and not so gentle men as well. I bring to you the first ever tournament of it kinds to grace these walls. Public High School #552, with it violence and bullies, has lent to us tonight it bests and fittest. Their skill, their pain, and spilt blood upon the sheet will be our show tonight."
Quite a long time would pass, as the first three fights went by and then the doors to Shugo's and Levi's rooms would be opened. A suited man greeting them both and leading them to separate sides of the arena. Rock music would start to play, and Xaier would be pushed out.
"First in the ring, to cross out or be crossed out, we have Xaier McCaine, ohhh my nice... he almost has my name ."
Xaier would be ushered to the ring and a gate would open to let him inside. Before new music would play, and much in the same way Mars would be pushed out.
"The little god of war himself, the Roman not the Greek. Will he replace the old with the new, I give you Mars."
"Let the Mayhem begin."
(OOC: Please put you Base stats of your character in your first post. These will be your stats for the contest.)
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Post by Marcelis on Jan 28, 2015 23:13:21 GMT -5
"Heh, all this freedom, and I don't have a fucking TV yet..."
**Well, he didn't really care, he had his laptop and was all he really needed for now. He was just complaining to complain, it was boring day, and his information searching was only putting up just hits, crimes and occasional riot gang members on social media. Why rep a gang on social media? I mean in the words of Bane in the Dark Knight Rises movie, a little out of pretext... "Does this gives you power over me?" Like scaring some twelve year old's on call of duty repping the tag of seemingly infamous ties to news clipping of gang violence. Well, in some cases, fuck the internet... -Hmm?- A ring on his phone, how the hell did anyone get this--
"Oh... Its you, of course. How the hell did you get my phone number?... Proposition?... Sure I'll play your little game."
**And now he was going to club, and then to where he should have known he was going to end up. Funny thing, he was looking at the other participants, a tournament? Of course. Why wouldn't Caine have amusement from seeing kids around his age, beat the crap out of each other? Well, he know that Mars wouldn't even be here in the first place if payment was not in the air. That would be only reason why he would step in here in any case... Well minus blowing off some steam. And considering this is a tournament, one thing he know going into this... every one of the combatants is human, in so they can be defeated, he wasn't leaving the club without complete victory. Dressing rooms? Mars smiled a bit seeing the outfits and different wears he could try out. But at this point, he wanted to keep it simple, coordinated, but simple. coming to the opening ceremonies, he stood at the ready, Xaier McCaine. That is was his opponent's name.
"Cute touch Damien... Now I really can't lose huh, you bastard."
**Throwing his left arm in the air, he walked towards the cage, confident and in control. It wasn't his first time in this cage. He won there, he lost in there. He got better in there, but of course, that is for a different time and different story. As he entered the cage he was visible to his opponent, wearing a black tight top with a dark purple sleeveless shirt over it. Black pants and keep his black sneakers on. They were running sneakers, lightweight, bend-able, they also looked a little worn, they were always worn training in the gym. On his hands was gloves, fingerless but under them were boxer's wraps, the ones you can tie on yourself from the loop at the thumb. Hold his right first with his left he cracked his neck leaning it left to right while taking a few took a few steps forward. He stopped near the center of the ring chin with smile of his face.
"Let's have some fun, Xaier."
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Jan 28, 2015 23:34:06 GMT -5
As soon as the door to his room opened, Xaier's emerald green eyes would search for his opponent. As he hobbled out after his name was announced, the crowd would see the silver-haired teen, garbed in a simple white tank-top and a pair of semi-baggy black jeans. His left foot was however in a cast, half hidden in his pant leg. Under each armpit was a crutch.
This'll be a challenge, for sure! I can do this though!
One might laugh, but the look on his face said this wasn't a joke to him. Was he stupid? Check. After all, he had challenged Saya for her title and failed horribly. But as stupid as he was, he was at least twice as brave. Partially swinging himself toward the center of the ring, Xaier's hands would keep a semi-firm grip upon the handles of the crutches as he stared toward Mars confidently.
He hoped that Mars would underestimate him due to his injury. That would be his biggest mistake. Xaier was down a leg, but the other still worked just fine. He was just going to have to put 'thunder' to rest, 'lightning' was gonna have to work double time!
"Definitely! And I'm not going to hold back, either!"
..This might be a baad idea..
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Post by Marcelis on Jan 29, 2015 16:44:08 GMT -5
"I didn't believe you would come in like that when I saw you."
**The man had crutches. Marcelis saw him with the others coming in, thinking it would be no way that he would be crazy to fight in Purgatory with a bum leg. But if he is here, that would mean he is a confident man to fight in a tournament where you are already hurt. Marcelis smiled as he bent forward just a little bit, naturally putting his arms into a guarding position. His left fist was slightly higher than his right fist which was right below the chin. But he had slightly farther away from his face. He was staring at his opponent for a second, allowing himself to understand what he can do, his opening move, evaluating his movement options and then, he hit him. He remembered him from somewhere... from someone who was raving about someone with white hair or something close to that, stepping on her hat before. He looked down he his feet and back up to his and laughed through his guard as he spoke.
"So you're the one that stepped on her hat? Heh, she would be rolling over in laughter if she saw you now... Irony is a bitch isn't?"
**He stepped forward a bit he had to know what he was capable of. He was in crutches but that would mean he has weapons, that leg thing could be a well used ruse. But then again, would he use it now? He would have saved that later... Oh well, better to watch and learn and insure victory. Besides, winning against a cripple is better than losing to a cripple because you thought it was a easy win.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Jan 30, 2015 16:33:20 GMT -5
Mayhem voice would call out over speaker to the crowd, his mouth moving fast in front of the microphone, that was in front of him up in his little box. Looking down at the fight from above, and also on the camera's.
"Alright let the Mayhem begin.... I said let the Mayhem begin. My my boy having a pleasant chinwag down there. Do I need to come down there and show you the point of getting in the ring. Ahhh snap that one of the incetives of winning this little shindig. Lucky for you boys."
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Jan 30, 2015 20:10:00 GMT -5
"Uhh- Jokes on you. I don't know what you're talking about."
The silver haired boy shrugged. He hadn't even said a name! Xaier simply brushed his words off. The emerald eyed teen knew how he got his injuries. He didn't believe the one in front of him would have had the gall to challenge Saya the way he did. And he certainly didn't care about some random girl's hat.
His thoughts were interrupted by words from the announcer and Xaier would use that moment to attempt his first attack. His right leg would snap out quickly, aimed toward Mars' left leg. It would quickly retract as he pushed off backwards with those crutches to gain a little distance after his attack. It was just a test. Xaier knew he was fast, Mars here may not have even been ready for it. Regardless, this fight was commencing.
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Post by Marcelis on Jan 30, 2015 21:44:44 GMT -5
"Best not play dumb now... You should know the woman who kicks you in the--"
**The host spoke a few words that cut Mars off as he was about to finish. Maybe this was the slow play that people don't like, rush in like a lunatic and see what happens. Hold your breath get into a dogfight and punch each other silly. Well, one this a fight by fight tournament, he needed to not injure himself as much as possible. Two, keeping stamina is key too, you can't go balls to the wall at the start. You will be at a disadvantage for each and every other match. Now, it seems like the guy finally decides to attack, well that is risky but Marcelis guess he would be in a worse state if he just stood around. He shot out his good leg, his right to land a kick to Marcelis' left leg. He gets by, from lifting his leg up and allowing kick to miss right under him. As he attempted to bring the leg back and push off backwards, Marcelis will already have his foot on the ground. Pushing off his back leg (right leg) he would bring forward to follow the man's movements. Taking only extra-step with his left leg, he would attempt a superman punch from spring-boarding from the first two steps and throwing his right arm straight forward aiming for his nose. The fist curled tight, his right leg landing from impact of anything or not. His left arm would be up to guard his face for anything to counter with and his landing would have his head in the boy's chest's level.
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Jan 30, 2015 23:30:47 GMT -5
Those emerald hues had kept close eye on his opponent during his retreat. His right foot had dropped to press the ball of his heel into the mat, his hands releasing the crutches completely as his body rolled backwards when his foot connected. Xaier would be falling back, having released his crutches, thus as Mars' superman punch came in, he would find nothing but air.
At the same time, Xaier's left leg would lift. It had been his ankle that was broken, his knee worked just fine! So as Mars had already committed to his attack, the silver haired fighter's left knee was lifting to try and make contact with his midsection. Sure, he was down a foot. But his reflexes hadn't been effected, nor had the over all speed of his other limbs.
If it connected, it would likely thrust Marcelis' body upward and over, as Xaier would lend upon his back, chin tucked and left leg still bent at the knee, raised above him so that his foot didn't make contact with the mat. He would use what time he had during his opponent's recovery to sit up, grab the crutches which would have fallen to his sides, before thrusting his body upward with his good leg to stand.
Xaier wouldn't turn to face his opponent, instead choosing to keep his head turned to the right so that he could see him. All he needed to know was how and where he was going to be approaching from. He would think of something when that time came.
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Post by Marcelis on Jan 31, 2015 15:13:33 GMT -5
**The superman punch failed, well it was a long shot. Marcelis thought he wouldn't have the placement available to get away. But he actually threw away his crutches, bold move. And go for a knee no less to the med-section. That was risky, but it paid off. The knee landed but from Marcelis' and to where Xaier would now be located, he was directly below him as he was parallel to him as he was falling back. The knee landed but he was shallow, but it landed that was no denying that. Taking the hit, Marcelis would push him to his right using his left leg as support to shift to the side. The blow stung a bit as he shifted he would stare at the fallen warrior taking a close eye to his position. One of many things, Marcelis wasn't as a dirty fight to attack when fallen. Doesn't benefit him, and he just took an attack that would be little annoying to worry about while wrestling on the floor. He looked at him, lifting his chin up, he made a motion with his hand to let him know he can pick up his crutches and stand. He will not lose to a cripple in the stand up game, and letting him stand up could also see how good the rest of his body is. One broken ankle and he able to move like that?
-What is it part Jackie Chan? Maybe I let my eyes play tricks on me... he can't be that fast, I'll just have to cut off those options soon enough.-
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Post by Xaier McCaine on Feb 1, 2015 11:11:58 GMT -5
Xaier had pulled himself up onto his feet, assessing the situation. So it seemed the male was against attacking downed opponents. Or it was just because he was a cripple. Either way, it was more honorable than most. This was nice of Mars, but the silver haired boy was still determined to try and win. He wasn't sure yet if he would do the same, were he in his shoes.
Xaier's back was still toward Mars, he had still viewed him from over his shoulder. He would nod toward the boy and give him a smile before preparing himself to attack. It was then his left side would pull backwards, Xaier's body rotating counter-clockwise as he used the crutches to spin himself toward Mars, his right leg touching down at one full rotation, as he spun into a second.
The rotations would be rapid and as he came into kicking range during the second spin, Xaier's right leg would snap out to try and slam his spinning shin kick into Mar's side. His right arm pulling said crutch horizontally, resting on top of his thigh as a guard. His left leg bent to keep his foot off the ground, while all his weight resided upon the left crutch he was now spinning on.
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 2, 2015 19:46:06 GMT -5
Mayhem would watch the fight as it started, and be impressed at the display down below. The fight wasn't the best he had seen, but to see not on the kid with crutchs step up and fight with them. But also seeing that he could stand even after they where thrown away. Mayhem would take a look at the time. They had wasted much of the time they would have on the fight talking to start, and Mayhem had to try and fit all of the fights in for the night. As much as he wanted to put through Mars, for reason other then the fighting. He couldn't ignore the cripples resolve.
"THAT'S IT BOYS. I think we all know what the people want to see."
Mayhem would shout out seconds after a buzzer sounded out.
"King Crips, the lord Xaier will be moving on. Let us see how broken by the end of the night, this already broken man may become."
Mayhem declared the winner.
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Xaier - Into round 2
Mars - Knocked out
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