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#Post#: 368533--------------------------------------------------
You and Me.
By: Johnah Date: November 16, 2014, 11:38 am
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Short
Autumn tugged her skirt down; the form fitting leather slip
barely making it passed the curve of her bottom. It didn’t help
that her shoes were six inch heels and her top barely passed for
a shirt - the thin fabric almost touched down to her bellybutton
but left the rest of her otherwise toned stomach in plain sight.
The night was chilly, rumors of white fluffy flakes falling soon
were told, though no one dare say the forbidden ‘s’ word. She
asked for a jacket but her friends denied her the privilege.
When they told her they were going to have a girls night out
this wasn’t what she was thinking, but it was impossible to say
no to her best friends - even when they begged to pick out her
outfit and apply her makeup.
They made it to their destination after a short cab ride. The
building was creepy. People with tattoos and piercings were
lingering out front, scaring the undesirables away. Was she an
undesirable? Apparently she was with the right crowd. Her
friend, Sasha, batted her eyelashes at the best looking tattooed
guy there and he let them right into the building, his eyes
lingering on the woman far too long for her liking.
Inside they were swept into the crowd, hands locked so they
wouldn’t get lost. Sasha led the way with confidence - this
wasn’t her first rodeo. The trio of girls eventually made it to
the front of whatever was supposed to happen. Autumn stared
wide-eyed at the cage, even more shocked with the image of the
two men fighting within it. She cringed when she heard the sound
of a skin smacking skin; blood was spat by the victim, spraying
some people in the crowd. They cheered.
Primal.
Autumn wasn’t impressed, in fact she was more worried about the
guy getting his ass whooped in the cage. She’d barely enough
time to make out the two swollen eyes and bleeding lip before he
was pushed up against the cage just in front of her, instead
giving her the perfect view of his assailant.
Blazing.
His eyes were alight with a fire - blazing in his sockets with
some feeling Autumn couldn’t describe. The tables were instantly
turned the second her round, concerned brown eyes connected with
his fiery ones. There was something there that made her heart
clench. No longer did she feel sympathy for the guy getting his
ass kicked. Even as the guy pummeled the other her eyes were
locked with his. The makeshift referee called the match,
declaring the guy with embers for eyes the winner. A hand
smacked against her ass, some repulsive man muttering words she
chose not to hear from behind her. Autumn whirled around,
releasing her friend’s hand and walked out without saying a
word. Just five minutes in the place and she was sick of it,
halfway to the door she paused and looked over her shoulder. His
eyes were on her. Cheeks flushed and she turned back around,
pushing her way back to the door with a hand on her skirt to
keep the fabric from rising. After hailing a cab she went back
home, texting a quick apology to her friends.
The next day.
Autumn was a frequent patron of Sally’s Diner. The food was
delicious, service was ace quality, and it reminded her of home.
Bea, a plump, raucous, warm-hearted woman greeted her every day;
being in her late forties, Bea had little shame. She talked with
her loud yet comforting voice and made Autumn feel welcomed.
Routine.
When she walked in her eyes immediately landed on the table in
the back corner. Occupied. She sat there every morning she came
to Sally’s. And it was taken. Bea was immediately by her side, a
comforting hand was placed on Autumn's back as she was led to
the counter seats. It didn’t feel right, but Autumn didn’t
complain.
“I’ll be right back with your coffee and pancakes, sugar plum.”
She ordered the same thing everyday. Autumn nodded her head and
watched as Bea went behind the counter and up to some window,
having to stretch up on her tiptoes to look through. Her voice
boomed through the little diner as she gave whoever it was
behind that window her order but went unacknowledged; a regular
occurrence and everyone here were regular customers.
“My, my, dear. You look beat up. What’s with that shiner?”
Now that was different. Autumn leaned in her seat to get a
better view of who Bea was talking to. Her eyes locked with
another pair, ones whose fire was more under control now. It was
unmistakable. Those eyes belonged to him. One eye decorated a
beautiful lilac color, no doubt a trinket from the fight he had
last night. Bea continued speaking, not waiting for an answer.
“I’ve gotta hit the can, do you think you could get Autumn some
coffee? The cute little thing with the beautiful hair?” Once
again Bea didn’t wait for an answer before disappearing down the
hall to the employee bathrooms, a bright smile on the ignorant
woman’s face. Autumn hoped the round woman made it back before
her pancakes were done.
#Post#: 368557--------------------------------------------------
Re: You and Me.
By: Chain Date: November 18, 2014, 3:26 pm
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The cage, the crowd, the adrenaline! It was all the fuel that
powered Clark's life. It drove him from one day to the next.
Though some would say it was a second life that he lived in
secret, Clark believed this was his primary life. This was who
he was; Or at least, that's what he had driven himself to
believe. When he was in the cage, he was in control. No one
could tell him that he wasn't who or what he was supposed to be!
He was ruler! And once again, he was proving it. His opponent
was way in over his head! He had foolishly Challenged the
Champion, and even more foolishly demanded that the Fight be at
Blackjack's Winter Party! There wasn't a single moment that he
didn't dominate the fight. In fact, if his opponent had even
landed a blow, he hadn't felt it!
A devastating kick to the chest knocked the lightweight flat on
his ass against the cage as Clark stood Triumphantly over him.
But instead of his eyes settling on his defeated challenger, it
was the woman behind him who caught his eye. Her eyes were
judgemental; As if she didn't approve of his lifestyle. Like she
coudl relate to him or his struggle... And As if she had any
right to judge him. He body was barely covered at all! She had
come here for something as well... His eyes narrowed as she
stared at him, until some guy showed up and slapped her on the
ass. Despite the fact that her attire suggested she was looking
to show off her body, his fists clenched just the same. He would
have liked to have that guy in the ring next. But she rushed out
of the house, and The referee made his announcement. "And the
winner, and STILL Champion is Blaze!" (xD)
Blaze... Clark never signed off on that name. Someone compared
one of his early fights to a blazing fire and it just stuck. He
thought about that as the crowd went wild in the background.
As usual, Clark didn't stick around for the party after the
fight. He took his prize money, packed his things and went home.
He didn't have time to party with shallow people... He had work
in the morning...
The next day
Sometimes Clark wondered why he kept a day job. He made more
than enough money from his fights... Maybe it was because he
needed a way to explain his income, should he be investigated...
Or maybe it was because he genuinely loved cooking. It was the
only other time that he was completely in control...
The morning went as normal. Pancakes... Eggs... Bacon... Repeat.
As usual, Bea was chatty as ever... Clark didn't mind it
though. She was a breath of fresh air compared to those jerks he
dealt with at the fights. So while he couldn't explain to her
why he looked beat up so frequently, he was usually very
friendly to her, and didn't mind taking food out to the
customers if she needed him to. Today was no different. He was
just finishing up the pancake entree when Bea told him she
needed to go to the "can."
He chuckled to himself as he heard her. She was such a funny
woman. Just as country as she could be. "No problem." He said.
Her description of Autumn was far from enough to give him an
idea who she was talking about, but he figured he would know
when he saw her. And boy did he...
He almost dropped the plate -and- the coffee when he lay eyes on
the woman that Bea had referred to as "Autumn" Everything about
her was unmistakable, from her rich skin tone to her hair, but
more than anything, those eyes. Those same eyes that stared into
him the night before in judgement. His eyes narrowed yet again
as he approached her table, and placed her food and drink down.
"Coffee and Pancakes.." His voice was low, and clearly
irritated. And once his right hand was free, it immediately
clenched into a fist. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bea
coming out of the bathroom and yelled to her. "Tell Brandon to
watch the grill! I'm taking a break!" There were no new
customers and nothing to cook, so now was as good a time as
ever.
Without so much as another glance the woman's way, he headed out
to the side of the building, where the designated smoking area
was. He took a seat on a milk crate against the building where
he was safe from the chilly winds, and pulled out a Pack of
Newports. "Only two left..." The pack had lasted him over two
weeks, but it was finally running out. He lit the cigarette, and
took a long drag, thinking of the woman who he had served. Bea
knew her by name. Was she a regular? She was dressed much more
conservatively, which made him wonder what she was doing looking
like that the night before... Ugh! He banged the side of the
building with his fist, forcing the girl out of his mind, before
taking another drag of his cigarette. Maybe it was time for a
new job...
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Re: You and Me.
By: Johnah Date: November 20, 2014, 9:29 am
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Shit.
Seconds after Bea entered the bathroom the man came out, his
eyes were blazing with a new light; irritation. He probably
recognized her from last night - saw the judgement in her eyes -
and hated her. Oh god. He was a fighter! And illegal fighter! He
could kick her skinny ass in a hot second!
A very, extremely hot… second. She may have been looking down on
his actions, but in no way was she looking down on his looks.
The man was extremely handsome, even with clothes on Autumn
could tell his body was fit as a fiddle and could take a beating
just as easily as it could give one. His face was sharp and
looked as though it was set in a permanent scowl, though she
couldn’t be too sure because he was practically glaring at her;
and his hair was tousled, it looked soft.
Flinch.
As he got closer her heartbeat got faster. He set her plate and
coffee down and clenched his hand into a fist. Autumn flinched,
literally flinched; her eyes closed and her body instinctively
jerked away from him. She was fully expecting him to punch her -
he had no qualms about beating someone half to death in that
cage last night, so why was she any different?
When the punch didn’t come she quickly straightened out. “Thank
you..” Her voice, albeit soft and airy - barely above a whisper
- had a nice, musical tone to it, as if she were singing her
words.
Just as her hand picked up a fork he yelled back to Bea. Autumn
fumbled with her fork, utterly surprised by the low timbre of is
voice as it danced in her ears. It was both comforting and
lethal at the same time; a combination she was terrified of.
Relax.
He left even before Bea could reply. The stout woman walked back
into the kitchen and hollered to Brandan before coming back out,
sidling her way up to Autumn. ”Clark’s a good boy, a little
rough around the edges, but he means no harm.”
The mocha-skinned woman nodded her head, letting out the breath
she hadn’t known she was holding as she relaxed in the presence
of the familiar Bea, offering the woman a small smile yet not
saying anything. Her body loosened and she soon began to dig
into her pancakes after a nice drink of the hot coffee. As
usual, the food was amazing. Autumn began to wonder if Clark -
the man - was the one who made it.
Acknowledgement.
Autumn finished her food in only ten minutes, but Clark hadn’t
come back. After paying and thank Bea, Autumn left the building,
taking a right to go to work. She paused as she came to the side
of the diner. There he was, a cigarette between his fingers -
another disgusting habit.
“Hey..” She approached him tentatively, taking a cautious step
in his direction. “You cooked the food, right?” As she spoke she
rummaged in her purse, pulling out a five dollar bill. It wasn’t
much. “Here. The pancakes were amazing, thanks.” With shaky
hands she stepped closer to him and thrust the bill into his
free hand, beaming a bright smile at him before she quickly
turned away. She may not approve of the fighting - may think it
primal and crude - but right now he wasn’t a fighter, he was a
cook at Sally’s diner.
Autumn left the little nook without a word, checking the watch
on her wrist. She was running a little late.
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Re: You and Me.
By: Chain Date: November 20, 2014, 10:08 am
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Clark reflected on the way the woman had flinched when he gave
her her food. She was scared of him! Because naturally, being
a cage fighter meant he was also a Savage who went around
beating on women... He huffed heavily, trying to convince
himself that everyone wouldn't agree with his lifestyle. For
such a pretty girl, she sure rubbed him the wrong way...
No sooner than the thought left his mind, did he hear a voice
call out to him. He looked to his right, and surely enough,
there was Autumn! He sighed and put his cigarette out against
the side of the building. He then reached into his pocket. He
pulled out a small piece of paper, which he wrapped around his
cigarette butt before placing it on his shirt pocket to throw
away later. He hated people who tossed their cigarette butts on
the ground...
"Yes? " His voice was calmer now, but there are those eyes
again.. Those criminalizing eyes that were probably judging him
now for smoking...When she asked if he cooked the food, he was
surprised! And even mosso when she complimented him! He
figured she was probably going to attempt to lecture him or
something, but then again, she would probably be too scared to
do that...
Then the final surprise was when she placed the five in his
hand. He stared at it quizzically for a moment. "The cooks
don't get tips." He said, looking up to her, but she was
already walking away. With one last sigh, he stood up, and
returned to work. Luckily he was getting off soon. He had
another fight at Blackjack's that night, and he wanted to get
some test first....
#Post#: 368582--------------------------------------------------
Re: You and Me.
By: Johnah Date: November 20, 2014, 2:03 pm
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Slow.
Seconds passed agonizingly slow. Minutes dripped by like a leaky
faucet. Hours felt like they would never turn. The day was lax,
little to be done. It was rare for such a thing to happen and
normally Autumn was glad to have time to herself, but today
something was different. Different how? She wasn’t sure. But it
was different. Her friends - the ones who drug her out to that
fight the previous night - babbled on about what happened after
she left, but her brain couldn’t seem to process the words quick
enough. Autumn’s thoughts were on something entirely different,
and continued to be as the day dragged on.
Garrett, a coworker, caught up with her as she was leaving for
the night. The mocha skinned woman stopped her slow pace and
turned around to greet him with a smile. He was cute; adorable
smile, chiseled face, mischievous sparkle in his eye. Extremely
cute. ”I was talking with Sasha and Cass,” The two girlfriends
who took her out, ”They told me what they did the other night.
You just left them..” He trailed off, and by the tone of the
voice Autumn could tell he was shy - however that twinkle never
left his eye. It was unnerving.
”I wanted to know if you were alright?”
A smile was immediately on her face as she bashfully moved her
eyes away from his, shy. “Yeah. I’m fine, just a little headache
is all.” A lie. He believed it and beamed a bright smile when he
caught her eyes again. ”Good. Good…” Once more he trailed off,
this time he was the one looking away bashfully. ”I was
wondering if you wanted to go to Blackjack’s with me tonight?”
Disconnected.
Dark brows furrowed for a brief second, unnoticeable by her
companion, before she eagerly nodded her head, biting her bottom
lip briefly. How asking her on a date and the past night were
related she didn’t know, but she was more than willing to go on
a date with him. “That sounds great.”
Garrett let out a breath of air, obviously relieved she agreed
to go with him. ”Great! Why don’t we head home to get ready and
I’ll pick you up in two hours?” Two hours; it would be about
eleven o’clock at night, but a late night date with him was
awfully intriguing… Autumn nodded her head, Garrett chuckled,
and the two parted ways after exchange farewells. The woman was
left wondering what Blackjack’s was; should she dress casual or
was it a formal place? Ironically, her confusion made the
situation all the more exciting.
Primp.
After two long hours of getting ready Autumn was dressed in a
form fitting navy dress that reached down just above her knee, a
black leather jacket placed on top to keep her warm, and black
pumps that pulled everything together. She was applying one
final coat of red lipstick when there was a knock at the door.
“Coming!” The woman called, shoving the lipstick into her purse
and bounding to the door and grant the dapper man entrance.
Garrett wore blue jeans and a grey long sleeve, casual but
formal all the same. ”Ready?” Autumn nodded her head before he
took her hand and lead her to his car.
Deja vu.
She knew the scenery was familiar - she knew the date was too
good to be true. The connection finally clicked. Blackjack’s;
the underground fighting ring her friends took her to the night
before. Autumn didn’t allow her moods to dampen, she was with
Garrett after all, he would definitely make sure no sleezy guy
slapped her ass this time and no fighter with blazing eyes would
beat her up. The thought added some comfort.
After parking he got out and opened the door for her, clasping
her hand in his. ”I know the guy who runs this - The Blackjack.
Managed to get us a private meeting with Blaze tonight. It’ll be
fun.” How talking to a fighter was fun Autumn didn’t know, but
she didn’t want to ruin her night - and her chances with
Garrett.
She nodded her head and allowed him to lead the way inside,
securing a spot close to the cage but far enough away that blood
wouldn’t splatter on them. How gentlemanly.
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Re: You and Me.
By: Chain Date: November 20, 2014, 4:29 pm
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The rest of Clark's shift dragged on, despite the fact that it
was only two hours. Clark loved to cook, but he was quickly
growing tired of making the same breakfast foods all day every
day like there was nothing else on the menu. He might as well
have been flipping burgers! Everytime someone ordered pancakes
and eggs he thought of that woman. It wasn't until that day that
he realized he almost never made just pancakes. Maybe once a
day... Was that really her all this time? Ugh...
When he finally clocked out, he grabbed his backpack, and began
walking down the street to his apartment. He had saved up enough
money to buy a car five times over by now, but he had just never
gotten around to it! Besides, he kind of liked walking! It was
better for you! But rumor had it that this was going to be the
coldest Winter in ten years! A car would probably be a necessity
soon... But for now, a few blocks to the house was no big deal.
His apartment was simple and modest; One bedroom, one bath, a
kitchen, and a laundry room. The apartment had very few
decorations. It served it's purpose though. It was furnished,
and equipped with a 32'' televission in his room, and a 48'' in
the living room. Oddly enough, neither device was used often.
The place was used for little more than sleeping. It didn't even
have wifi! He made it to his room at about 4:30 pm, set his
alarm clock and went straight to bed. His fight wasn't until
midnight, which meant that Blackjack would send someone to pick
him up at about 11:30. Clark didn't like wasting time at these
functions. He went for his fights, and he went home. Of course,
once he had served his purpose, there was no one kind enough to
give him a ride back home...
His alarm blared at 11pm. Enough time for a quick shower. he
examined his face in the mirror, and surely enough, it had
almost completely healed. That guy was a pushover. But his
opponent tonight wouldn't be. Doom... That was what he went by.
He almost took Blaze's title from him the last time they fought.
He was the only fighter in the district that posed a threat of
permanent injury to Clark. Tonight wouldn't be about easy money.
It would be about survival...
There was a knock at the door right about 11:30, as expected.
With a lazy huff, Clark grabbed his bag, and headed to the door,
but the look of boredom on his face was replaced with surprise
when he saw Blackjack standing at the door, and not one of his
lackeys. He only showed himself personally when something had
changed. Surely he would hear all about it in the car.
Unlike all the others who gathered for the party, Blackjack's
ride parked in the garage, where no one could see. If anyone had
been inside it, they would have heard a heated discussion as the
two got out of the back seat, leaving the driver in the front
for the time being.
"For the last time, I don't do interviews!"
"It's not an Interview, Clark! It's just a meeting with some
pipsqueak and his girlfriend! You sit down, talk to them for a
couple minutes, maybe sign a picture, you're out of there!"
It was clear that the meeting had already been arranged without
Clark's permission. He didn't like that. "Whatever the kid paid
you, I want half."
That was steep. Blackjack was a shrewd businessman, but this
time, his hands were tied. "Fine. Half."
"Ten minutes and I'm out." Clark confirmed, before walking into
the house through the Garage door just in time to see the lights
cut on in the cage. Who bought a mansion to put a fighting cage
in it? Behind his brilliant business sense, Blackjack was surely
a demented man... The announcer was introducing the Challenger
as he approached, and he had to admit, his heart was racing!
This was going to be tough!
And then came Clarks introduction. "And now, the Reigning
Champion of the Cage! The Undefeated Champ, Blaze!!!" the fans
went wild as Clark dropped his sports Jacket at the door, and
entered the cage, listening through the screams to the sound of
the door closing behind him. A quick handshake, and then...
The sound of the bell...
#Post#: 368585--------------------------------------------------
Re: You and Me.
By: Johnah Date: November 20, 2014, 6:13 pm
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Doom.
Shortly after they settled into their spot, the lights were cut
out and a voice boomed through the crazy room, announcing the
opponent for the night. When she first heard the name, Autumn
snorted. Doom? Childish; it was laughable, really. Who calls
themselves Doom? Garrett, beside her, didn’t caught her moment
of humor, rather his eyes were glued to the cage before him. He
leaned down towards her, positioning his lips close to her ear.
”Last time they met, Doom gave Blaze a run for the title. A lot
of people are rooting for him this time around, says Blaze pays
off his challengers to win..” His voice continued to chirp in
her ear, but Autumn tuned him out when she caught sight of him;
Clark, Blaze, the Reigning Champ.
Even she had to admit the Doom guy was massive; he was all
muscle, a cocky sonofabitch, but it looks like he has every
right to be cocky. When Clark entered the cage Autumn couldn’t
take her eyes off of him. Standing next to Doom, Clark looked
small and skinny. In her mind, he was the underdog and she found
herself rooting for him as the bell rung. Hopefully he wasn’t
doomed for a loss - hopefully he wouldn’t get hurt..
Ding, ding, ding.
At the sound of the bell the two men circled around each other,
sizing the other up before attacking. Just as she expected, Doom
was the first to attack, a wide swing at Clark’s head. Worried
brown eyes looked away, focusing on the drink in her hand. She
couldn’t watch - couldn’t see him get hurt. And by the sounds of
the crowd something big happened; what? She didn’t want to know.
Just thinking about him getting punched in the face made her
stomach twist in deep knots.
Awe.
A chuckle sounded beside her. Garrett leaned in towards her once
more, nonchalantly placing his hand on the small of her back,
fingers finding the gentle curve of her backside as if it were
second nature. Autumn didn’t want to overthink it, trusting
Garrett and believing that he was just caught in the heat of the
moment, so she made no move to shrug off his hand. ”I’ve got to
admit, Clark is good. Can’t believe Doom hasn’t been able to
land one hit on the guy..”
Autumn’s head snapped up so her eyes could find the cage, curls
bouncing on her head. There he was, dodging swing after swing.
It was only a matter of time before he got hit, but now Autumn
couldn’t turn her eyes away from him. She was in awe; he was
amazing. The fluidity and confidence with which he moved, it was
beautiful.
Inspire.
Clark continued to dodge, and for the next few seconds Autumn
had her eyes glued to the fight, brows furrowed as if searching
for something. And she did. Clark’s eyes locked on hers.
Red-painted lips curved up into a small smile, her gaze gaining
a hint of passion as if urging him to do his best. And then it
happened.
Doom swung, Clark was distracted. The hit landed. Autumn’s body
tensed, her gaze immediately snapping away as she turned into
Garrett beside her, his hand sliding further down her back in
the process. She was too worried to even notice; despite her
eyes not focusing on the fight, her ears were peeled for any
sound, searching for any indication that Clark was hurt.
”Not a fan of fighting, huh?” The deep voice sounded in her ear,
distracting her from the fight. Garrett’s arm tightened around
her, pulling her even close. She could smell the alcohol on his
breath, though she remained silent. ”Don’t worry, okay? They’ve
trained for this, they’re expecting to get hurt. Don’t feel bad
for them..”
But she couldn’t. Couldn’t stop thinking about Clark, couldn’t
stop worrying about him. For some odd reason he was the center
of her attention, yet only proved to be a jerk. Things were
getting confusing.
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Re: You and Me.
By: Chain Date: November 20, 2014, 7:02 pm
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The fight was going well. Doom was bigger and stronger than
Blaze, but as he had discovered in their last fight, Clark was
far quicker, and much more agile. When Doom threw the first
punch, The champ was quick to counter, managing to throw his
opponent to the ground. After that, Doom fought more cautiously.
He didn't give Clark any openings, however, he was still unable
to land a blow.
That was, until Clark lay eyes on Autumn.She was with a guy this
time, instead of other girls, but that wasn't what bothered him.
Her expression was completely different than the last time.
There was no judgement. No scorn, no disappointment. In fact,
her eyes seemed to be full of hope, and concern, almost as if
she was... Rooting for him? For a split second, Clark forgot
that he was in a fight. He was simply absorbed in those slanted
brown eyes...
But a split second was all it took in a fight. Dropping your
guard in the heat of battle, for even a moment could mean the
difference between life and death, and Blaze would pay for his
mistake dearly. He took the hit straight to the jaw. The blow
was so hard that it turned his body almost a full 180 degrees!
His hands flew up to catch the cage before his body hit it face
first. And just like that, Doom was all over him, landing body
blow after body blow, as Blaze was only able to protect his
head. A punch to the gut forced blood from the Champ's mouth,
and half the crowd was going wild!
There were those who were rooting for anyone but Blaze to win.
But his hardcore fans shouted words of encouragement! They urged
him not to give up! to keep fighting! And then the opportunity
arose. Just once, Doom swung a little too wide, leaving his
midsection wide open. Without a moment's hesitation, Clark's
hands drove up to grab his opponents shoulders, and used his
weight to pull himself up, driving his knee into his opponents
gut, and forcing him back, giving Blaze enough time to regain
his composure.
The look in Clark's eyes was one of fury now. Perhaps this was
where he got his name from; His eyes were emblazoned with a hard
to place emotion. It wasn't rage, but a passion of a similar
sort. His stance this time was completely different than before.
A few people in the crowd may have been able to identify it as
Muay Thai. Now he was serious. And that wasn't good for Doom...
The larger man charged practically head first, blinded by
anger.His supporters were sure that he was going to crush the
champ like a bug now that he was pissed. But he wasn't thinking
clearly. Clark easily pivoted out of the man's path and dug his
elbow into the side of Doom's face; Instant black eye. But
before Doom could fall away, His head was already caught in
Clark's grasp, and another knee was flying toward his face!
The broken nosed Doom lay on the ground, in too much pain to
move.This was what set Blaze apart from the other competitors.
He wasn't just a street fighter. He was a true martial artist.
"And the winner, yet again! BLAZE!!!" The champ spit a mouthful
of blood onto the ground and raised his fist once more, stepping
out of the cage to accept his payment. He was preparing to
leave. When one of Blackjacks lackeys placed a hand on his
shoulder. "Dammit..." He followed the man up the stairs, to
where Blackjack was waiting. "You didn't forget our agreement,
did you?" Narrow eyes glared at the man, as he was ushered into
the room where he was supposed to meet this couple. "Ten
minutes!" He called back, awaiting their arrival.
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Re: You and Me.
By: Johnah Date: November 22, 2014, 10:06 am
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Resonance.
A squeeze roused the dark skinned woman out of her thoughts.
Garrett was excited, Doom was landing some hard punches on
Clark, but Autumn was biting her lip in worry with eyes forced
shut, focusing all of her attention on the fight despite not
seeing it. The sounds that reached her ears weren’t the crazed
cheers of the crowd - not even the yell of encouragement coming
from Garrett beside her - but the sounds of Doom’s fists hitting
Clark. The resonance of those sounds were unnerving, scary. How
bad was Clark hurt? He was definitely going to hurt tomorrow,
those punches weren’t childsplay.
All of a sudden the fleshy sounds of the hits stopped. Autumn’s
eyes snapped open. Finally the loud cheers of the crowd reached
her ears, filling them with so much noise she was surprised she
could even hear at all. Clark now stood several feet away from
Doom, positioned in a different fighting stance. But what caught
Autumn’s attention the most were his eyes; emblazoned with a
passion that took her breath away.
And the winner is…
Blaze!
Red stained lips drew back in a smile, her brown eyes focused
intently on Clark with his fist in the air to signify his
dominant win. Autumn let go of the breath she’d been holding,
chest rapidly rising and falling as if she’d been the one
fighting. Clark may not have come away from that fight clean of
injuries, but he was far better off than Doom, who lay on the
floor of the cage with his now multi-colored eyes shut and an
expression of both pain and disbelief on his face - he would
definitely be hurting for the next few days.
Thrown into fire.
Autumn was preparing to leave, and just as she was about to lead
the way to the door Garrett’s arm slide around her and pulled
her to him, a playful yet drunken twinkle in his eye. She’d been
too absorbed in the fight to know just how much he had drank,
but from the smell of his breath it was alot. ”We’re not leaving
yet, baby. Blackjack promised me something special for tonight.”
Because that didn’t sound creepy. Dark brows drew together but
she agreed to go with him anyways, reaching to her hip to pull
his sinking hand up to her waist - his hands were getting
awfully comfortable with her body.
Garrett led her through the crowd, cutting across the whole room
to get to a door. He opened it and ushered her through, a hand
resting on her ass to guide her. Once more Autumn rose his
wandering hand, which caused him to chuckle from behind her.
Before she knew what was happening she was pushed up against the
wall, only a few feet from the door to their destination, with
her so called date attacking her neck and chest, one hand on the
wall and the other running up and down her side with a harsh
grip to keep her from moving. While it was apparent Garrett was
enjoying his time, Autumn was doing her best to get him off.
Kicking, pushing, flailing. Nothing helped. Garrett pressed his
hips against hers, rendering her waist immobile, and gathered
her wrists in one of his hands, both without hesitation as he
continued to lick across her skin, his tongue finding the
delicate dip between her breasts.
“Garrett! Get off!”
When he made no move to release her Autumn began to panic.
“Help! Somebody help me!”
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Re: You and Me.
By: Chain Date: November 22, 2014, 12:26 pm
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Blackjack's attendants were always right on the bar when it came
to doing their jobs. Before leaving Clark in the room designated
for their meeting with his guests, they made sure he had
everything he needed. His job wasn't over for the night, so of
course they had been ordered to make him as comfortable as
possible. He sat down on the couch with a water bottle in his
left hand, and his right hand holding a bag of ice to his face.
He had only taken one blow to the head, and he had confirmed
that his jaw wasn't broken, but it still hurt like hell...
The pain seemed to shoot back and forward from his face to his
abs and chest. It had been a long time since "Blaze" took a
beating like that! He winced as he removed the ice bag from the
right side of his jaw, as it was starting to go numb. He then
placed it over the left side of his abdomen. He surely had some
bruised ribs... But he was lucky that he hadn't ended up worse.
He was lucky that his opponent was so poorly trained. Yeah, he
was strong, but he was no real fighter. In fact, if he hadn't
seen that girl in the crowd..
!!!
Autumn! Why did she come back? From the look on her face the
night before, he figured that she must have been appalled by
cage fighting! Why would she return to watch another fight? Why
did she appear so different this time? She was dressed classier,
and the expression on her face was... And who was the guy she
was with? He released a low groan as the pain in his abs started
to dull. It wasn't as if he couldn't feel anything, it was just
a less intense kind of pain.
Ten minutes! Clark had promised to stick around for ten minutes!
At least that much time had passed and still no one had shown
up! Had the guy forgotten that he had already paid for this
meeting? Or maybe he realized he was going to get some action
and skip out! Regardless, Clark decided he was going to leave.
Blackjack should be more respectful of his time if he wanted to
keep their business arrangement going...
He grabbed his bag, and was getting ready to get dressed when he
heard the sound of a scream coming from down the hallway. What
the hell? Someone calling for help? Since when could anyone pull
off anything in here? Blackjack kept security tighter than the
White House! Something must have been happening upstairs, where
guests weren't allowed and Security was nearly non-existent. He
rushed out into the hall and his heart nearly stopped in
response to what he saw! It was Autumn! And the guy she was with
downstairs... they had appeared to be on a date earlier but
now...
The strike would come without warning, Clark could feel the
man's jaw shatter against his bare fist before he was knocked to
the ground several feet away. It was starting to become very
evident that Clark and Blaze were two very separate people. The
man with the fire in his eyes; The fire that stared down at a
very broken and shocked Garrett. He was Blaze. Those eyes could
belong to no one else, not even Clark. They were the property of
the fighting legend known as Blaze. Blaze, who had now broken
one man's nose, and another man's Jaw in less than 30 minute's
time. He was passionate, and relentless. He didn't feel pain,
and he didn't back down...
He could smell the alcohol lingering in the air around where the
woman's assailant had been standing. It was no excuse. And now,
he was probably fully sober. "Get out..." He didn't yell. But
the authority in his voice was unmistakeable. Garrett hesitated
at first, contemplating whether he would leave without Autumn,
but one step forward from Blaze made up his mind quickly,
Adrenaline rushing him down the stairs and out of the house,
through the pain of his broken jaw. If he was smart, he would
get himself to a hospital.
Inhale.... Exhale...A much calmer man then turned to face
Autumn. "Are you alright?" He asked, ushering her into the room
where he was unknowingly about to meet her and the very man he
had just chased off. He still wasn't sure that he liked this
woman, but seeing her like this, so beautiful, and so
vulnerable... It made her much more likable. He ushered her to a
seat, and offered her a look of concern. "You aren't hurt, are
you?" He didn't know much about the situation, but for some
reason, he now felt responsible for her wellbeing. Perhaps
because he had already jumped in. "Who was that guy?"
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