Club SadistFaction | Gone, but not forgotten baby! ~

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[Darkest Silver]

Whilst he ordered a drink Jay would happily do the same...since morning meant sober...And sober would not do. The look she got made the poor brawler blush, not something that happened very often to say the least, she found herself almost wishing she had at least worn normal clothing. Then again how was she to know he would be back.

What was it to her?

Well it would give her a chance to possibly fight him again, also it would give her a chance to get to know the man, since their conversation the evening before had left her excited and curious. He understood the urge, he knew the pain...no one else had ever bothered to stop and discuss that with her, the reason for fighting.

"I umm...I guess it means I get to break you again?"

Smooth Jay, smooth, it was too damn early for smart a** remarks. Something she was admittedly pretty good at, just not right now..Instead the woman was somewhat flustered while trying to pretend she wasn't embarrassed about her sleepwear.

[H l D E O]

His demeanor casual as his glances, only passing, over things in order to notice them. Extending his hand to clasp the pint. Not acknowledging her answer until he returned to face her as pushed the pen in her direction.

"round 2."

Leaving the pen in her care, a sort of arrogant riposte to Jay's confident answer. He wasn't passing the opportunity rather allowing her to set the agreement in place. She had control on whether or not she wanted Hideo in this, as he assumed she would. He would take a step pass her as he took a gulp of his beer. Entrusting the pen to her was a good move, chuckling at this thought as he walked past her. His path headed towards the pit doors and extending to the arena below. Whether Jay chose to dress in something a bit more assuming of a fighter than she could be Hideo would not deviate his attention.

Walking through the swinging doors, ironically having a lock, before stepping down the decrepit wood until he came to view the pit in its shadowed glory. The smell of iron, the moisture of sweat, and a soft tone of screaming, all encompassing the facade of this arena. It was a brawlers paradise as he placed his pint on a nearby table and fished around in his jacket for his pack and lighter.

[Darkest Silver]

It took a moment for Jay to realize she just got beaten at her little game...round 2. Well if that wasn't a kick in the head eh, to know that he was not swayed in the slightest.
Pushing some of her blonde locks out of her face Jay quickly signed his name, as best she could, hers already on the list thanks to her darling friend...Whom she would no doubt be seeing soon too. Getting dressed became a priority.
So she would skull back her drink and order another before vanishing to the ladies room to change, emerging a few moments later dressed in the same old outfit she had worn in nearly every fight, tournament, club and place in general that she had been in on gaia.

The tight fitting short black dress, that somehow always managed to hug her curves in a perfect manner, the black leather belt that generally was for show hung loosely around her waist. A black steel spiked collar adorned her slender neck, and if one were to look down they would no longer see socks...but a pair of knee high steel toed combat boots instead, black of course, and on each outer side were the secret slots for her custom made trench blades. Both of which had been placed back in their homes, since she felt naked without them.

To top it all off she had even put on her elbow length leather gloves, making her look like quite the dom to anyone who might of glanced her way.

After doing grabbing her drink she would make her way downstairs, still amused with the fact Hideo had yet again left her wanting to know more, she had not seen the playful side of him yet, and it seemed he played her games better than she did.

The [it itself was not very appealing in its appearance, but Jay savored the smell and the cool air that was the basement of her friends bar. It would soon be heated and the smell of blood and sweat would wash over everyone who came to fight and watch.

[r e v e s n o i r s]

Cici sighed as she stretched her arms over her head. She reached over to her phone and turned her phone off, as she rolled onto her stomach. She pushed her long blonde hair from her face, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked over to Bishop, and playfully poked at his side. She snuggled up onto him, her chin now resting on his chest. She blew on his face, uncaring about morning breath. She pushed herself up, and tossed the blankets casually aside. She slowly stretched, and looked over her shoulder at him, the sun streaming down around her, almost a halo of sorts. She smiled as she shook him, to signal him to wake up. She slipped from the bed, and walked over to the bathroom. She soon slipped into the shower, and enjoyed the long shower. They had gotten in late last night, and after they got home, she had crawled into bed and fell asleep. She let the hot water run over her body as she tried to think about what to do about that hole in the floor. Then she had an idea. She turned off the water, loving the smell of the sugary sweet body wash she used.

She soon had her hair wrapped up in a towel, and a towel wrapped around her body as she quickly walked out of the bathroom. “Babe, you know the hole in the ground at the club? Why not fix it up a little, but put a railing around it, like a small bar area. Then put some of the glass over it, like a glass floor you see at aquariums, and then people can sit up in the main area and watch the fight below?” she suggested as she dried off, and tossed the soft towel in the laundry basket. She went over to one of the chest of drawers and grabbed some under clothes and slipped them on. She then walked over to her large closet and picked out another outfit. She soon was dressed and sat on one of the large chairs waiting for Bishop to be ready. She smiled as he soon too was getting ready, and she was glad that they were finally living together, instead of in their separate trailers at the Carnival. Dzul looked up from his large bed, blinking lazily. She smiled as she patted her knee, and he slowly got up.

She scratched him behind the ears, as his head rested on her knee. She looked up to see bishop was soon ready to go, and she knew it was time to go and open up SadistFaction. She got up, and Dzul knew it was time to head on out. The trio made their way out the door, and soon were making their way to the Club. Cicily climbed into the passenger seat of the Bugatti Veyron Super Sport. She smiled as Bishop started up the V12 engine, and she practically melted in the seat. She leaned back, and closed her eyes, enjoying the ride. Soon enough, they were back at the Club, and she slid from the car. She looked around, and waited for Bishop to open up the club door, and they walked in. She went up behind the bar, and looked at the clock. Almost time for a drop off of inventory. She smiled as she leaned on the counter, and could already smell some of the other cooks working on making food for the day. She looked around and soon saw hideo and Jay and waved at them



OUTFIT

[H l D E O]

Igniting the tip his silence and solidarity split by the clamoring steps of a person. Never glancing to look, allowing the noise to crescendo until he was graced with the presence of whom ever it was. Only then would he address them, without direct eye contact. Returning both objects to his pocket as he took one step, inhaling enough smoke to let it bleed from his lips, like a cancerous miasma it would engulf his face.

Contorting his arms to allow himself room to remove his jacket. The reverse perspective would clearly be revealed. The black leather overcasting a very ominous but rough character but beneath would enlighten those who were oblivious. A black relaxed tank would harbor a view of more flesh. His fully metallic prosthetic that stretched up to his shoulder, pawing out to the right side of his chest. Scars from where the prosthetic merged with skin along with cuts so deep the pain fell out. Upon his left arm, just from wrist to elbow would lay an image of a very complex piece of art, most assuming the thought of a tattoo, but it was justification and evidence of his research in the techniques of alchemy. Every marking and nick contrasted by the bronze tone of his skin. It was soft to the touch - broad shoulders transitioning into medium sized shoulders. He was indeed fit as the contoured lines carried depth given muscle ratio to fat.

Placing his jacket on the table along with his pint he would remove the cig and flick the ash into the ashtray. Rolling his crimson optics over Jay as he wasn't surprised by her arrival, his left placing his cig at the edge of the ashtray.

Motioning to open the cage he would crack the neck, muscles flexing with this snappy movement, as he simply pulled the door towards him. The rattle of the link-fencing was characterized by Hideo's action of opening the gate. Taking a step in, he would circumscribe his position until he faced Jay. Leaning against the cage as he spoke through the fencing, comfortably standing in a taunting posture.

"you sure you can handle this again little lady?"

Not quick to challenge her but to lighten the mood after their brawl. Though cosmetically Hideo probably damaged her - she internally gave equally matching blows. He underestimated her strength and will. It would be tested in the beatdown...but that will be later, for now he only sought to examine the rest of this woman and her persona. Only scratching the surface from the other night, something intrigued him about this one...it was chilling her resemblance.

[Darkest Silver]

So that was how it was, he didn't hesitate to invite her to play...even if she stood transfixed at the sight of him without the jacket. The metal limb extended further up his arm than she had expected, it looked painful to say the least..Her soft brown eyes slowly drifted over his body, admiring the muscles she had not seen before, stopping on the tattoo she wondered what manner of design it was, being unversed in alchemy and all.
The first thought that popped into her head was...How to get that shirt off and see more. It was just the way she was, however business before pleasure...Or in this case pleasure before pleasure.

Jay smiled and lent down to remove her blades, placing them next to his jacket, along with her drink. Didn't want to waste good whiskey right?

Slipping the belt from her waist she left it behind too, just so there was no way for him to use it against her. Stepping into the cage the door would close behind her, allowing her to take a deep breath before walking past Hideo, brushing her shoulder against the metal right arm...Feeling the cold where normally there would be warmth, before finally walking out to the center of the ring.

"Bring it on."

[H l D E O]

He smirked as she stepped forth. Though he couldn't feel her skin brush against his metal he felt the nudge once they touched. His right hand would twist to clasp her waist. At first she might oblige this sudden pass but once Jay was enraptured by the suffocating heat created as Hideo would take a hold of her.

Pivoting on his right foot as his digits latched on her waist and rotating himself to his right so that he ended up right against Jay's back. At this point his left arm already hooked her at the waist - his left hand clutching his right wrist. Once contact was made Jay would be left to the surprising speed at which everything went until it was diminished by the sudden feeling of weightlessness.

Yes Hideo would extend himself up, sweeping herself off her feet. Almost sensual as he carried her momentum backwards, leverage broken at his center of gravity as he aimed to suplex the maiden on the pit surface.

Speed and power created a very good combination when it came to sudden explosive movements. Though he didn't expect her to be fooled so easily by this showy move.

[Darkest Silver]

The sudden feel of his hand on her waist made her gasp in surprise, especially since there wasn't enough time for her to realize what was actually happening, his left came across and suddenly he was pressed against her back. The brawler's cheeks flushed pink as the situation was a little awkward. If it weren't for the fact she had been in this position before she might of seen it as an act of passion...However as soon as he began to lift her she knew damn well what this was, throwing her hands back to lace her leather covered fingers behind his neck she would suck in her gut and pull, lifting herself up his chest before tilting her head forward then smashing it back towards his mouth. Hopefully that would cause him to falter a little, maybe even let go, if not there was always her wonderful boots, the right leg bending at the knee and rising, only to kick back at his right knee.

She was determined not to be suplexed just yet, even if there was a part of her that enjoyed the thought of being thrown around in such a manner...As it was said before pleasure before pleasure.

[H l D E O]

Hideo felt her use him as a stool for her own counter. Holding her weight as she crawled up and threw her head back. She wasn't going to be swayed like he thought, but that didn't mean she was going to do it to Hideo. His right hand crumpled the fabric of her dress, already stretching their tight features across her lower appendages. Creases disappearing in the flow of fabric, Snapping his head to his right digging the forehead in to her back - to give Jay a harder target for her headbutt. Dropping down from his toes as he hadn't managed to get to the point of no return from the direction of momentum, nullifying it with shear strength.

Huffing as her head snapped back violently. Grazing the side of his head, catching his ear in the crossfire, as her head bounced off his left trap. Snaking his arm up from her waist, between her breast so that his warm fleshy digits clasped around the hollow cylindrical structure of her throat. He felt a pokes form her collar but he ignored the pain for now as his flexing arm hugged the cleavage. His grip not tight but only sturdy as he forced her weight with his right hand that gripped her dress at the waist and twirled her around with him against her back until they faced the chain fencing. About a foot in between them and the cage Hideo would thrust her against the linkage from his spin.

Hideo pinned her against the cage, left hand gripping the throat as his right held the dress tightly, at a moments notice it seemed it wanted to rip. Taking a breath, his chest compressing against her back with his inhale. Her smell triggered a moment of desire. Eyes dilating in reaction as her hair was smashed between himself and herself. Tense as he held her against the cage, His right leg pressing against the inside of Jay's right leg as his left stood staggered. Excitingly enough she could force herself from a position form Hideo with ease. He admired this just like their brawl from yesterday. Exerting enough push as she had some of those womanly features you just wanted to ******** out of her...until they were no more.

Cracking his lips, slithering a soft and clerical murmur of words, seductively chilling at best.

"Your turn."

That moment he would let go of everything, abandoning the position entirely as he took a step back...allowing her to face him. Every sexual notion stopping...like a game.

[H l D E O]

ANNOUNCEMENT emotion_omnomnom

The King of Ironfist IV will be entering the The Beatdown.

Hideo

[ImNoHero]

THE NEW DAY!!![

Bishop didn't want to get up yet. Though once Cici had finished her time in the shower, she came out talking. There was no way he could ignored her words. Though the morning breath was avoidable by holding his breath as he fought to keep his eyes closed. Sitting up he sighed lightly as he stretched. His hazel eyes falling over her form. Even under a towel she was piping hot. As for her idea, the floor was large enough to feature her idea, even if the hole wasn't as large as the arena beneath it, it was damn well near center.

"Tha' idea ain't half bad....I'll call in the work orda' soon as we get ther'. Hell if it becomes a problem, I'll jus' return the floor t' stock value."

He chuckled lightly as he finally crawled his bare a** out of bed and made his way for the bathroom. A significantly shorter shower was taken in the hottest water setting, though he was just as clean as Cici no doubt. Brushing his teeth, regardless of the chrome, he would allow his wet hair to just air dry, as usual. His usual black bandanna was tied around his forehead, suspending excess hair from his face. Today he rocked one of those sleeveless Tee's that Liam wore, you know...That vendor at The Jock Strap. A pair of black denim jeans with holes in the knees, and a completely black pair of low top Converse All-Stars. Chuck Taylor's. Fresh boxer's tape wrapped snug on his fists. A slight natural sag was made in his pants, though his shirt would cover that from view.

It wasn't long before the trio headed down to the garage, where Bishop did indeed jump into the driver's seat of his wonderful new car that happened to be the third fastest stock car in the entire world....on Earth anyway. Starting the engine he would rev it a few times just in excitement. He had yet to put this baby through her paces. The garage opened and automatically shut behind them, and once they hit the pavement of the road, Bishop would make good work of revving the engine so fast, he abused the transmission by double clutching the gears as he climbed up into a higher speed. Easily climbing to 85mph, he couldn't go mush faster due to the crowded streets. But the Russian Meta having finally understood and unlocked his latent powers of Hyperkinesis, it made maneuvering much much easier at his speed.

As they pulled up, he merely popped the clutch into neutral as he slowed, pulling to a stop in front of the club. Once out of his door, he hurried around as he held onto his keys. Opening the door for Cici, he would let her out in the gentleman way and wait for Dzul to bolt out as well. He didn't like going fast very much. Once he shut the passenger side door, he engaged the security system. A silent notion indicated by a flashing of the head lights when he hit the lock button twice. As they entered the club, the first thing he did was spy on the roster for the tournament. Almost full now, he would be able to get things going sooner rather than later. As for Ushiko, she decided to stay at the bar last night just as Jay did. Though they easily could have taken advantage of the VIP space up stairs. Considering it was meant mostly for TRS Goons, Jay would have easy time making herself at home....Even if she wasn't far from her own home.

He then headed to round the bar, though an impact against the chain link of the cage was heard as Jay forced Hideo against it. Really? Again so soon? At least he signed up for The Beatdown. For now he would let them be. Finally getting behind the bar, Bishop would get to work making himself a glass of water first. Drinking half of it immediately, he set the glass down and pulled out his phone, dialing up The Doc. He informed him of the work he needed done to the floor, as well as needed the direct assistance of Doc for the tournament. It was better to be safe than sorry. Pocketing his phone, a contractor would be out before the end of this business day to fix up the hole in the floor into a viewing area from up stairs. Soon he would need to install cameras and televisions as well, so all angles of a fight could be caught. Ridiculous replays for the moves that showed extreme promise in making or breaking any fighter. Finishing his water, he returned to Cici for updates.

"A'ight. So Doc is down t' patch people up in the tournament, an' the floo' will be fixed toady. We gon' put a railing around it an' place some thick durable glass in the floor so the fights can be scene from right her'....Have I eva' told ya' you was m'betta' half?"

He flattered her as he snatched her into his arms. Placing his empty glass on the counter as he looked into the blue pools she called her eyes. He could get lost in them for days.

fragile goodbyes

[Fiend The Bunny]

James placed his shoulder against the door, his right hand gripping the handle and turning it as he pushed lightly, walking into the establishment vaguely sidelong. The 5'8" boxer-brawler had heard a tournament was being hosted in this establishment, a tournament of the fist and the foot, something rare in these days. The former gang leader looked tired, his form thinner and less muscular then when he first burst onto the scene of Gaia Primus, so full of confidence and vicious efficiency. His thin form drifted toward the bar, his a** setting itself on an empty stool.

His blonde unkempt mohawk was stained with blood, almost entirely his own, giving it streaks of caked red. His dull grey eyes drifted around the establishment with a lazy curiosity, but also careful to keep its gaze directly off individuals. Something James was not known for, he seemed timid. His attire was plain, a white t shirt, old and beaten; and a pair of jeans with some simple black sneakers. His normal motorcycle inspired attire left wherever his ferocity was.

James liked what he saw from what brief flashes he allowed himself, it had an atmosphere of brawlers, not unlike The Yard. Though perhaps a bit more inviting then the latter. His right metal hand drifted into his pocket, drawing out the last red cigarette he owned. He slide the old thing into his mouth, the lighter he palmed lighting the end with a puff of sudden red smoke. He inhaled deeply, his tired baggy eyes glazing over as the potent mix of tobacco and some off world drugs mixed together, giving him a light, calming high.

James wasn't much of a drinker, but he was ready to drink today. Drink himself into enough confidence to ask to sign up for The Beatdown. His eyes briefly laid on his solid metal arm, from shoulder down and far more advance then anything he could design. A gift from Makar, a gift from Marcus the Mad. For Marcus, a creature that could only be explained as a 'bone beast' had devoured it, tore it from his body with ease controlling him without a problem.

With the arm went his confidence, went his desire. The James that sat at this bar today would get beaten senseless by anyone standing in this place, where but a month ago he would have been the best. The false confidence he had built himself from the trial by fire he was given was fragile, and without he was back to the man who got KO'd in the first round of every National Amatuer boxing tournament he competed in, the man who gave up fighting to be a motorcycle mechanic.

But like the coward he was he wasn't ready to let go of the short life of violence he lived, he didn't want to look back on these days ten years from now as the good old days. Even if that's what they were.

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[ImNoHero]

Suddenly, the door gave way to usher in a new person. One that hadn't been here the day before. Little would Bishop know that this was the James that Makar got that TFOA jacket from. None the less, he would figure it out sooner rather than later. But for now all he could notice was that this guy seemed like a shell of the man he formerly was. Broken. The blood in his hair and the old beaten white tee displayed his ultimate lack of Swag. Though he hadn't ordered anything, this guy just seemed like he needed a drink, maybe even a conversation. If there was one thing Bishop knew about, it was finding one's former pride and restoring it to it's former glory. It was much like him and his brothers of TRS, his infamous gang that was known to rival The Front half way through the second generation. Though as The Front withered away, TRS stood strong. Their numbers were never as big, but their numbers were solid. Grabbing up a couple bottles of his OnPoint Premium Gaian Lager. He popped the caps one at a time, handing the first beer to James as he spoke.

"Interestin' smoke ya' got ther'."

He commented to break the ice and show James he was giving him free booze. Beer could be free, but if he wanted hard liquor he would have to pay for it, Unless Bishop decided he wanted some. After his comment, he sipped his own beer before setting it down. Raiding his pockets he produced from them a sack of some dank vibrant greens and a pack of JOB 1.25 rolling papers, the slow burning ones. He went to work twisting up his morning spliff since he missed his wake n bake que. One the joint was rolled, he would take a second paper to roll the joint in, maximizing the slow burning effect the papers had. Knotting the sack, he pocketed his belonging only to produce a lighter. With a reassuring drag, he lit the far end of the spliff and inhaled deep. Holding it in for a moment before he would exhale, replying to whatever James would manage to say. It wouldn't be long before Bishop pointed out that he look sad as ********. But that metal arm said this man was a fighter for sure. So did James' vibe, even if it was currently watered down. Call it a fighter's intuition.

Fiend The King

[Fiend The Bunny]

"Belonged to my old man. They get a lot of attention." James inhaled sharply before putting the rest out on his metal palm, placing what remained behind his left ear. His metal hand grabbed the bottle, placing it softly against his lips before downing about half of it in some twelve seconds. "Kong Jing Mao." He said randomly, as if it was an after thought. Kong was his father, and was generally famous enough amongst these types to know full well who he was. Champion of Khorne, champion brawler, Flying Column of The Front during its hayday, and the only true rival to Dzan. It was hard not to know the name, and despite his much shorter stature, James looked more and more like his father everyday.

The rest of the beer went shortly after, placing it aside and nodding his head to Bishop in thanks for the drink. His generally depressed looked was lessened at this point, for James was high and quite the light weight as far alcohol went, and his mind was shortening its dwelling on the colossal beat down he received from Marcus. James didn't mind losing, he had lost to Dzan when they fought, but he did mind being so easily dominated. To be so powerless and easily killed but, worse then all that was being spared when you could have been so easily vanquished.

There was no honor in being allowed to live in a death match! But James wasn't ready to vent these thoughts publicly, he likely never would be. His eyes caught Bishop eying his arm and flashed a brief grin. The arm was quite obvious, new and still shiny it was a technological marvel made by off world tech adepts Dzan and Kong themselves had used.

"Fancy tech eh? Amazing what they can do, I can even feel with the fingers tips." He placed his arm flat on the bar, allowing it to be fully observed. It was bare, many of the connecting pins and wires visible. They were mostly surface wires, the backups to the backups to the backups, the thing was nearly indestructible by an conventional means. Ceramite alloy with carbon fiber fittings and run using blood as hydraulic flood made it fully self sufficient.

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ImNoHero

[ImNoHero]

"So you the one he got the jacket from."

He commented before hitting the joint again, sipping his beer before exhaling the smoke.

"What is the odds? Last night I had the pleasure of Streea's kid sittin' in my club, and now you. I gotta' say bruh', fo' someone that was wearing The Front's colors, ya' look sorry as ******** don' mean to check ya', But I ain't even look like you when I was the runt of The Front gettin' my a** kicked er'yday."

True story. Dzan's goons beat down on him for many violations to his guidelines. For a gang that said ******** the rules, Dzan sure had a lot of rules. But that was then, and Makar showed promise of a different ideal and direction for the gang. It seemed James was done licking his wounds, but the dog had yet to get his bark and bite back. What could bother him so much that he was looking so worn out? Regardless, Bishop wouldn't give him much a hard time, he was just trying to understand him. It was obvious he lost to the young Streea, but was that really all that was bothering him?

Fiend The King