The coliseum is an oval (ellipse) with the outer measurements as follows: Length: 189 meters (615 ft) Width: 156 meters (510 ft) Height: 48 meters (157 ft). The inner measurements (arena area) Length: 88 meters (287 ft) Width: 56 meters (180 ft) Height: 4.6 meters (15 ft). Modeled akin to the coliseum in Rome, Italy. The interior of the arena is a simple pit of packed dirt, the thousands of seats available for many to view the happenings within. The arena itself is protected on the walls closing it in with runes, keeping the audience from potential danger of stray attacks and a wide range of damage. These runes also keep the foundation of the arena from being all but obliterated.
NOTE: Each player is allowed a max of 10 posts for this fight winner fights another REDEMPTION round for a chance to advance to Round Three!
Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2014 3:07 pm
There was an eerie silence that had washed over the stadium after the various onlookers had found their seats. Some having watched the previous fight were eager to watch the dark haired beauty again, having seen her brutal techniques in action and knowing full well she would be no different a second time around.
Then a short fat man jumped up at the sight of her silhouette in the tunnel leading into the arena. He called out her name like some crazed fan girl, followed by clicking a remote in his hand....
The music began to play, filling the whole stadium with the sound of one of her favourite earth bands....
Lips curling into a twisted smile within the shadows of the tunnel...
The music getting louder and louder with each step taken towards the bright light at the end....
Cheers erupted from the crowd as she neared the entrance...
WOOOOOOWOOHOOOOO!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!
The woman walked into the light with that famous smile, eyes filled with a combination of blood lust and rage. The lust being the part of her that wanted to fight, needed to feel her hands on flesh before tearing her opponent apart.
The music continued to play and Jay. S. Borne. HEITA! spun around with her arms out in time to the beat, loving the feeling it gave her. The truth spoken in the lyrics of how she felt. Coming to a stop she could pause so that everyone could get a good look at her outfit of choice for the match. No there was no armour, or real benefit to wearing her camo getup... But it was a clear sign that she was not in her right mind as of the moment.
The grin remained as her eyes darkened with rage, the infamous brawler had been drinking and had allowed herself to be consumed by the hate she had for the tournament. After hearing that her Husband had not advanced she had near lost the plot and destroyed the room that they stayed in. It was supposed to be both of them fighting their way through the matches..... not her on her own.
Fingers curled in tightly to form fists that then trembled at her sides.
It's not fair...He should be here....
Thoughts that did nothing but fuel the fire in her belly that was quickly spreading outward inside her..
The short fat man bounced around in the stands cheering her name over and over. Forcing Jay to look over her shoulder at him with a terrifying glare, which in turn quickly silenced her 'biggest' fan. The rest of the crowd followed suit as they realised that this was not the usual happy go lucky Jay that stood before them. She had gone to that dark place that only a few knew of...Bishop, Heita and now Justice. Except this time it was too late to drag her back to reality....
"WHERE IS MY OPPONENT!?"
Jay roared, finishing up by growling through gritted teeth like the barely restrained beast that she truly was. The monster within had clawed its way to the surface, aided by the fact she no longer was fighting for the love of it...but to feed the hate inside.
Her husband wasn't there....the only man in the world who could tame her, sooth the hate.... He was not going to watch her fight, and so the beast would be left to run free until it was over....
XXXXXXWhile in his room fuming as well as sulking, Heita laid upon his bed flipping through the channels. The balcony door which fed directly into the bedroom was wide open and perched on it's ledge sat a majestic black and white griffon, affectionately known to it's owner as Skittles. Just below him was a rumbustious little mutt of an alien dog, roughly the size of a full grown German Shepherd at only two weeks old, chasing it's tail for but a moment before full leaping on to Heita. With an oomph and a pat on the head, Heita sat up "Down Fido... good boy" He cooed as the beast obliged and fell back to the floor. It was at this moment that the bedside courtesy phone rang, Bishop being on the other end.
XXXXXXThe room was silent as Heita simply listened. The call was brief and abruptly ended. The two didn't really like each other but tolerated one another for her sake. "You're really a ******** a*****e..." Heita muttered under his breathe as he grabbed his belongings and walk out onto the balcony. "Mind giving me a lift." He said speaking to Skittles, who huffed at him and then came down from his perch to begrudgingly oblige. "I'll pay you back with a bucket of snake meat when I get back. Promise." The Griffon screeched as he out spread his wings. He was approving of the deal.
XXXXXXPowerful wings flapped and lifted the two within a second beating. Fido circled below barking profusely, commandingly, he wanted to come. So gently, Skittles reached down with his talon feet, grabbing the loud mutt and silencing it to a whimper.
_________________________________ A minute after Jay had entered the ring. _________________________________
You really gonna do this? Hahaha... No... So you're going to forfeit? No... I'm not going to forfeit. So then...you ARE going to do this? No... Then...wha..!? You are... Oh... ... ...Oh my... OH I KNEW IT!.. I KNEW YOU ******** LOVED ME!!!
XXXXXXIt started low at first, as if the DJ was trying to listen to something on his own but had accidentally left the mic on. It was playing under Jay's music but not for long. Quickly it matched then overtook the volume of the Limp Bizkit track. Finally it was the only thing playing, clear and loud. It was his theme music and Jay would more than likely react to it without even seeing who was at the opposite end of the field.
XXXXXXThe crowd literally went batshit. Frothing at the mouth, young girls and older women alike lost their shirts, screaming at the top of their lungs. The men within the stands hollering like a mixture of chimpanzee and intoxicated frat boys.
XXXXXXHis walk was slow, head held down. Taking in the reaction and the moment. The pristine white suit, seemingly glowing in the dark corridor of the hall leading to the field. No correction, it wasn't seemingly...it literally was glowing. The sunset aura iconic to the man lighting the narrow corridor and making his silhouette visible from yards away.
XXXXXXHis feet touched the packed dirt, stopping the instant they had. He had a small water bottle in his right hand, his breathing was purposely labored to the rhythm of the song. "Uh!..." The first words uttered in unison with the track. "Uh!.." He repeated along with the artist before taking a big swig from the water bottle and immediately spitting it up as a fine mist into the sky. His aura causing the cascading water to form a prismatic light show of sorts.
XXXXXXOh yes... Venia had been waiting for this moment since they day they had met. It was the rematch of the century as far as she was concerned and she was not gonna hold back. She would leave the field as Jay left Heita in the bedroom; dominated and a quivering mess.
Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2014 10:20 am
Something wasn't right... There had been a shift in the natural balance and the crowd no longer had eyes for her.... The opponent must of arrived, turning while the new comer had the balls to begin playing music over her own... Wait I know this song... It couldn't be..
Completing the turn the dark haired brawler laid eyes on the one man she would never of thought could of entered the arena. The colour drained from her face while the crowd all but deafened her with their cheers, the women screaming didn't even bother her in the slightest as the sound of her own heart beating filled her ears. Slow, loud, it drowned out everything as Heita walked towards her, Jay was mesmerized by what was happening. In total shock that her husband had come to be her opponent, he was heading right for her.... The pounding of her heart increased both in volume and speed, she was becoming clammy, fidgety... Aroused? Oh no...She was becoming a Heita fan girl?!
It was hard to resist, he was coming closer....and closer.... only to stop a way back and spit water into the air?!
!!?!!
It was like a tonne of bricks had just been smashed into her face, the woman being brought back to reality in a very painful manner as her heart tightened in her chest. She would have to fight her husband to have a chance of advancing.
"Iyam.... This is a joke right? You aren't actually going to fight me?"
The words lacked confidence, meaning she didn't believe in them at all. The brawler knew he would fight her, just as she would not hesitate to fight him, well now that the fan girl urges had gone that is. She would need to talk to him about that afterwards...
XXXXXXVenia took it all in. Head still raised to the sky as the admiration for Heita washed down over here. The sun was high in the sky and in his head the Demoness was giving it two middle fingers. She was in high spirits. Nothing could ruin her high at this moment.
Darkest Silver
"Iyam.... This is a joke right? You aren't actually going to fight me?"
XXXXXXShe heard her. Across the field and amongst the throngs of robust fans. She heard her and lowered Heita's gaze to meet his wife's. She wanted to smile, she wanted to show Jay who Heita truly belonged to. Who was truly always by his side. Who deserved him and made him the man he is today. She wanted to show her who she was but she had to obey. He had given her orders and for some reason, unruly women knew to follow those orders.
XXXXXXSo she had to keep appearances as long as possible.
XXXXXXThe death march, that was what it had come to be known as it's how he started any fight he was serious about and what was more serious than domestic violence. However from competitor to competitor there was 287ft to be covered and Venia was not patient. At approximately 10ft the march quickened to a speed walk. At 30ft a sprint. 60ft the sprint became a full-on dash. Now the loose soil on top of the field was forming a cloud behind Heita has he made a beeline for his loving wife.
XXXXXXWas he actually gonna fight her? Well technically no...but what Venia had in mind wouldn't technically be considered a fight either.
Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 12:14 am
Jay watched with a semi-hopeful smile, realising as Heita began to march towards her that he was indeed going to fight her.... As he quickened his pace she would crouch down, shifting one leg back while keeping the other knee bent. Like a runner would before starting a race. The fingers on both hands lightly pressed into the ground as she took a few deep breaths.
Eyes still on the prize, her beloved husband who was now running towards her at an inhuman pace. It was a wonderful sight, but she needed to make sure he knew exactly what he was doing by going through with the fight. Heita might of changed drivers without Jay knowing, but it wouldn't change the fact that she was about to show him just how dangerous she could be.
Inhaling deeply and sharply the woman pushed herself forward with all the strength she could muster from those powerful legs. Muscles rippling as the toes of her boots dug harshly into the ground beneath her as she launched herself into a dead sprint.
The speed topping out at 28mph as she closed the remaining distance within seconds of taking off. Chunks of earth flying into the air behind the woman as she cocked her left arm back, slamming her right foot down hard to bring herself to a sudden stop a mere foot and a half in front of him, but not stopping completely.... Oh no she would let the momentum of her left continue as her right foot shifted in the dirt to allow the left fist to come hurtling towards Heita's chest. Using the momentum/ velocity from the dead sprint to add even more power behind the strike.
If successful her left foot would slide across the ground and end up between his legs, while he would hopefully be knocked back off his feet or sent staggering back. Putting space between them.
All the while that devilish grin had returned and would remain in place for the duration of the fight, regardless of what was to come... This was true love...
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XXXXXXThey would meet at the center of the arena, the only fitting point to host such an epic level rematch. Jay had came full speed at him to deliver a sliding hay-maker left to the chest and Venia was pissed. Jay wasn't taking them seriously yet. She was still holding back. This was unacceptable and had to be rectified. She needed Jay at her best, her most primal so the defeat would ring true. So that when he stood over her broken body, she would feel complete subjugation.
XXXXXXAn armored chest, any other fighter might not have known but Jay knew. She knew what her husband through and through. Subconsciously Jay must've still been holding back and it would cost her. Sliding in with Jay, Heita's left was his lead, letting his wife hit the reinforced surface of his chest dead on before breaking the impact by turning his waist violently as the punch would begin to slide off and hopefully pus Jay off balance. His right(back foot) even sliding across the ground to the right an inch or two to provide more give. This would cause impact to hurt like a b***h but give no follow-through.
XXXXXXAs this happened, Heita's right fell to waist level and slightly out of Jay's sight due to positioning. Not that it would matter as her vision and hearing would be marred by the overwhelming neon display of the word;
XXXXXX...suddenly appearing before her with the shrill voice of a disembodied oriental woman to sound it out. Heita's right glowing the iconic sunset aura before being shot out just as;
XXXXXX...would appear a second later. Heita's fist crashing through before the word could be read however so that the only indication of it having had appeared was the disembodied voice which still performed it task unhindered.
XXXXXXA shovel uppercut "HEITA CANNON-ON-ONN-NNN-NN!" aimed for the gut of his wife. If there were any doubts in Jay's mind before, that would absolve them. Let the re-education begin...
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Heita Cannon- Any heavy punch that use both Apex Dynamic and Apex Authority to blow apart soft material by transferring energy and detonating the target area. The energy shot from Heita Cannon has a two foot range starting from Heita's knuckles. Transference can be forced through multiple layers. Direct hit IE. Knuckle to body contact can cause fourth degree burns. Indirect hit IE. Energy shot to body contact can cause third degree burns on top of the concussive force applied. The force is equivalent to being hit with a cannonball. [50% Aggressive Bar]
Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2014 10:13 pm
There was a moment of utter confusion as her fist connected with the armour, he barely shifted at all and instead of a howl of pain all she heard was some foreign woman saying ready after the bright letters distracted her from him? READY?! Ready for what? Then the word fight popped up for a split second before a fist flew through it and into her gut. The word spoken after the fact made her groan even louder than if she had just been punched alone.
Spittle flew into the air as the air was forced from her lungs, pain surging through her mid section in much the same manner as when she had been super punched into the ground.... <******** HEROES!! And their ******** SUPER ATTACKS!!
Jay was livid with how easily she had been caught off guard, to the point where her body instinctively curled inwards while her right hand clamped down around his arm just beside the elbow. The left having over shot the mark by now was brought back and up, seeking to place it firmly on his shoulder guard (?). The whole time her feet had been nice and firmly planted on the ground, well until his punch landed and lifted her up onto her toes that is. Which in turn made her react in this particular way, now using him as the anchor as her feet touched back down again.
Didn't want to do this...
The words would form in her mind as the power within her roared to life as she summoned it to her right hand. The touch activating, the only tell tail sign that something was off would be the glove peeling back from her hand...But of course by then it would be too late.
The Touch
Step One - Blackening of the surface touched: Causes localized burning sensation (similar to a serious sunburn), and tightness to the skin/scales/fur/etc. of any living creature; Weakens any non-living structure/object as if exposed to open flame for approximately a minute.
Hopefully this would make him take a moment to try understand what was happening, since this would be the very first time both Heita and Venia would see Jay use her hidden power. If he paused for a few seconds it would be enough time for the woman to swing her right leg back then forward and down, a fluid little motion which would hopefully lead to the heel of her right boot smashing into his left knee on a downward angle.
This of course would only work if she was able to get her hands in the places she wanted in order to use him as leverage to possibly hinder his future movements.
Colonel Iyam "Airstrike" Heita Health [][][][][][][][][][] XXXXXXIt was satisfying watching her double over in pain. The look of astonishment and bewilderment as the fist hit true through the distracting display. She savored it, Venia enjoyed it thoroughly which had given Jay the opportunity she wanted to place her hands. Was Venia underestimating Mrs. Heita? Not really. She had seen the woman in action enough to know that the uppercut would not be enough to end the match but she wanted every shot to ring true. She wanted Jay to have a few seconds to think on the pain of every blow. Like when you stub your toe but don't fully feel it until a few moments later and after some rationalizing with yourself.
XXXXXXIt was a mistake. An unknown unknown as she did not know about the new tricks Jay had picked up in the few instances she was separated from her doting husband. One she would have to deal with later as Jay was already on the assault; she was trying to brake her husband's knee. Damn. There goes the love... Words uttered from within the confines of Heita's mind as he was puppeteered. The touch was concealed by Jay's body hanging over Heita's fist but the leg...that was seen due to it being brought back behind Jay first before heading back in and up. Which is when Venia would loosen her fist to grab her top and sweep the supporting leg of Jay with Heita's back right leg. Jay hated wearing clothes in fights for this very reason. It gave your opponent something to grab onto, Venia knew this so the top grab was not only to hold Jay in place for the sweep but to also install a small bit of mental pressure, using inside information.
XXXXXXSuccessful or not, It would now come to Venia's attention that the area Jay had placed her right was becoming heated, like a chemical heat. As Heita's positioning was now the reverse of his original stance, right coming forward. This would serve to protect his let as well, no longer giving Jay the option of pushing on the kneecap but against the joint from the side. Peripheral vision taking notice of Jay's damaged glove and the arm sleeve of Heita's suit. "What the ********>" The words slipped out in passing. Things had just got interesting and the crowd was going crazy for it all.
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SAHC Modified T-1 Riot suit: A full body powered suit that doubles as light armor. The gauntlets, greaves, chest plate, back plate H.F.O. housing, pauldrons and helm are all made of metal tungsten alloy. The remaining metal pieces that cover the upper-arms and upper-legs are made of high grade ablative armor grade ceramic. Beneath all this is a spider silk synthetic mesh. This makes the T-1 is temperature and ballistic resistant. On the back of this particular T-1 sits Heita’s iconic H.F.O. acting as a guard to the suits power unit.
Posted: Fri Mar 28, 2014 6:50 pm
He wasn't the only one feeling a burning sensation at the moment, the woman hadn't realised that the punch that had landed also burnt her stomach badly...Well a little less than if she hadn't been wearing clothing. The area where he had struck smouldered while the clothing material beneath his fist had been obliterated entirely. The pain spread through the already tender abdomen, a horrible throbbing pain that would no doubt remain with her for the duration of the fight.
This would set in motion a chain of events that would change their lives for ever..!!! No not really, but it did make something snap inside the woman.
His first strike had awoken the truth that lay dormant within her, the true power that had been hidden away due to her mental strength. Jay had defied it, them, refusing to become a tool. Never truly accepting the gift that had been bestowed upon her. But this was only ever held at bay by her emotions, her love, loyalty, hate, sorrow...Everything that made up who she was. Now she was faced with a choice, fight and live....Or die by the hands of the man she had given her heart to, the man who had sworn to protect her...To love her.
Was this really who she had pledged her life to? Was this the same Iyam who she had spent the day with earlier? How could he hurt her so easily? So many questions flashed within her mind as time slowed to a halt for the woman. That voice echoing within her mind repeated the word she had dreaded since she was but an innocent teenager.
Demon.....
Demon...
Demon!
DEMON!!
DEMON!!!!!
It screamed the word and forced the woman to mentally recoil, was this really what she was facing? Was a demon here in the form of her beloved husband? Of course she knew nothing of Venia and her possession, but in the woman's fragile mind the image of the man before her wavered, twisting into that of the creature who had tried to kill her all those years ago. The scars on her back throbbing with phantom pain as the memory was dragged up from the depths of her mind.
Then the voice continued, it was the same as the one who had given her the decay, forcing the truth upon her only to be denied. Yet now with how close her mind was to snapping they once again saw an opportunity to have her accept it. The voice prodded more, bringing up the painful memories that had caused her to break in so many ways in the past. Things she had refused to remember because it made the darkness within her take over. The rage she felt was barely under control as it was, Jay was struggling to resist it, her grip on reality slipping as the voices began to take full advantage of her pain and confusion.
"Are you ready Jay, will you accept us? That man is not the man you married is he? Why would he hurt you if he was?"
"He loves me.."she replied weakly.
"Does he.....Does he really?" "Of course... This is a mistake.."
"Was the burn a mistake? ... He is trying to kill you!"The voices urged.
"NO! He wouldn't! He can't!"
"But he can...Because he is a demon."
"A demon?....W-Who looks like him..."
"Yes, that's right. He is a demon, the one who got away, he hurt you before remember? You know him. He has come back for you... You have to fight. You have to live. You have to spread the truth for us, you must live so that everyone can know the truth!"
"I must kill the demon... " The voices faded away a little as she gave the answer that they wanted, the darkness within her from years of bottling the hate she felt for the world now found itself freed from the confines of her mind, spreading rapidly to merge itself with the gift that the ancients had given her. A volatile combination that would engulf every inch of her mind, body and soul.
The sense of loyalty she felt towards her husband still present, it was simply her view of the man before her that had changed, instead of seeing him as her husband she now saw the demon who had tried to kill her, the one who had peeled the flesh from her back while she was still very much awake... the laughter filled her ears, it's laughter and snide remarks from that night...
Heita's leg would connect with hers and suddenly she would begin screaming, black veins spreading out from her eyes and chest to cover every bit of her exposed flesh. The power of the touch pulsated within her as the voices continued to speak within her mind.
Her vision remained the same!
However the level of violence would be raised to epic proportions as she snarled viciously while shifted her right hand to slam against the side of his neck. Hopefully curling around it even as the top she wore was being pulled forward and forcibly held her in place. But as her eyes locked onto his own they would change, from first glance it would look as though the black from the pupils was bleeding out into the rest of the eye, filling the whites until there was nothing but black staring back at the demon (Heita). If her hand connected and gained grip she would slide her left hand over the shoulder guard to meet the other by his neck on the opposite side. Swinging her body to her left using his leg sweep to provide a little momentum to help her swing her legs up, together, and straighten them out. Aiming to use her full body weight to pull him off balance to the left...(His right) and then down.
The end result being them both being dragged to the ground, Jay landing on her plump rear and the demon( Heita) being slammed onto his right side. The real aim? To slightly wind him. Since her kick had barely landed and her chest punch had little effect. It was time to drag his a** down and teach the demon (Heita) that he would never be able to kill her.
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XXXXXXHas Jay was swept off her feet by the man that she loved, Venia looked into her now vapid eyes. Watching as fear overtook the woman's stare while she held onto Heita's frame for dear life. It was awkward, so far this whole match had been awkward...or rather unsatisfying. She had seen Jay before through his eyes, not metaphorically but literally. She saw the blood-lust which Heita had always confused for passion. The primal natural that he thought to be her tenacity. The deep-seeded survival instincts of a predator masked by the intelligence of a hairless ape. Where Heita say an amazon, his warrior princess... Venia knew better, Jay was a caged animal; wounded and starved.
XXXXXXThat is who Venia wanted to fight. Not Mrs. Heita but Ms. Borne.
XXXXXXThis meant ridding her of doubt. Venia couldn't let Jay think salvation was a possibility. That her husband would show mercy. Mercy was a luxury of the strong. Right now Heita was weak. A human in the Realm of Gods.
XXXXXXSo as the woman clasped onto her husband, hoping to break her fall and bring him down with her. He obliged. He didn't have much choice in the matter, considering the lack of stability on his right side and the shot to his left leg. However, she would find that her ride would not be a comfortable one. Feeling himself being tipped over, Venia would shift Heita's weight so that he became increasingly top heavy. He would tuck his head in, collapsing his chin against his chest and aim to land on his shoulder in such a way that he could roll forward. This would force his weight on Jay's upper half. Forcing her to land on her upper back without preparation and hopefully take some of the wind out of her sails. The end result if the maneuver had been successful, would be Jay on her back with Heita mirrored to her on his back.
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Edited: To add clarification.
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 5:11 pm
The demon confused her rage for fear, there was no fear in the woman at all. Her hate for all things unnatural had taken over and turned her into the beast she truly was. The Jay that Venia wanted had been let loose to destroy the demon who threatened her life.
She had to live, she had to fight, there as no other option. Being given a second chance by Justice had made her realise just how much she had to live for. She was not about to let some demon take that from her, she had so much more to do.....
So as she was forced back a bit and slammed her back against the packed earth nothing but pain and rage surged forth as a result. What little air remained was forced out and a ragged whimper followed as her mind fought to overcome the shock from the impact. Adrenalin pumped through her veins, those black glossy eyes opening wide while her muscles strained for a split second before responding to the mental command to move.
The woman rolled up and over the demon, her powerful legs pressing his upper arms against his sides. Sitting on his chest so that all he would see is 'Dat a**' and 'non pg13' a few inches in front of his chin. Hopefully far enough so that he wouldn't be able to bite it.... Since Jay already had a bite scar on her tit from their first encounter.
"Wana play dirty huh, I can roll with that. Let's see just how much you can handle you filthy maggot!"
Maniacal laughter followed as her left hand slammed palm down against his abdomen the touch surging forth onto the slightly less armoured area while the right hand grabbing his right thigh to try keep at least one leg down as the touch took effect.
The Touch
Step Two - Splitting of the surface touched: Causes painful legions (like having the flesh ripped away), and ruptures of the skin/scales/fur/etc. in the area touched of any living creature; Weakens any non-living structure as if exposed to open flame for approximately a minute. Weakens any non-living structure/object as if exposed to open flame for approximately two minutes.
Those legs pressing tighter and tighter against his sides, aiming to make him very uncomfortable while he was forced to stare at the booty that the real Heita had enjoyed so much.
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XXXXXXA dangerous game. This chicka was playing a dangerous game. Venia wasn't immune to earthly pleasure and she enjoyed them a great deal when she had possessed a physical form. Playing both fields whenever the interest or the need arose. So she too enjoyed the view as Heita would've, well not exactly as he would've, of DAT a** and TEH KITTEH until Jay had made things life threatening.
XXXXXXJay's necrotic powers rotted away the ablative armor protecting Heita's stomach, exposing it and seeping past slightly. Venia feared that any extended exposure would lead to Heita and Jay having matching stomach tattoos which would prove to be a bigger disadvantage to the Alabaster Hero then it would to the She-Wolf.
XXXXXXAngling his right and left up from the elbow on, Venia shot his heita-cuffs in quick succession from the right then the left. The clasping grappling the woman by her shoulder's before quickly reeling and bringing Jay down with them. The objective was to force her face first into a knee from the free leg. An assisted mortar-knee strike from a laying position. Even if she had managed to avoid the attack. The force of Heita's move would lift them up and her off of him.
XXXXXXShe was never allowed to participate when the two were having their private wrestling matches. Heita being surprisingly stingy with those moments but to say that Venia didn't find Jay attractive in her own right would be a lie. Now having free reign, Venia would make it a priority to get as much out of Jay as she could. A small price to pay for doing his dirty work for him.
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Mortar Knee Strike - A forward jumping knee strike propelled by Apex Authority, allowing the execution of the move to cover 2 feet and be performed faster. [50% Aggressive bar]
Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2014 7:57 pm
Jay was pleased with the bare skin being revealed under her touch, it meant that there was now an opening for her to exploit. Layer damage, one of her main techniques in fighting. Keep working the wounded area to eventually take out the opponent. It was a fairly simple way of winning a fight. However she was caught off guard yet again by the demon as he shot his grappling cuffs onto her shoulders, digging harshly into the flesh and forcing her down. The view from behind must of been magnificent right at this moment, her back forcibly arched and that well rounded rump being pushed further back.
Thank ******** she was wearing shorts and not a skirt... No demon deserved to lay eyes on what lay beneath that skin tight material.
In fact no one was allowed except for her husband. Just an interesting little fact for the readers.
So as the knee came up she grunted while bringing her hand back up off his stomach to try catch the knee and stop it from breaking her beautiful face. That was definitely not happening twice in this tournament. Heita would be seriously pissed if she came back all busted up again, and having severe burns on her abdomen was bad enough. Again little did she know this was the real Heita beneath her.....
So while they were both lifted into the air, the force of the knee shunted the woman back onto his face before the rest of her body followed suit. Her ample bosom also passing over his face before her hands came within range. Awww yeah, they were above the ground, and Jay was still very much in attack mode. Being vertical now really wasn't going to help her, but escaping wasn't going to happen due to having the cuffs on her shoulders.
Jay was in trouble, as she slid free of the demon and came to land roughly on one knee with the right foot firmly on the ground, mimicking the start position from earlier, all while reaching up to grab the cuffs and hold them firmly in place. Then with all the strength she could muster she lunged forward, crying out as the cuffs dug deeper and caused more blood to trickle down over her heaving chest. The strain of trying to force the demon to lose momentum and come crashing back to earth was showing as beads of sweat formed on her brow while her powerful legs kept going. She was going to drag his a** through the dirt.....
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XXXXXXJay was burning away Heita's armor at an alarming rate. A problem that was rectified when she was bucked off of him but the damage had already been done. His toned abs were now exposed and susceptible to experiencing the same damage directly. Venia had to be cautious, she had finally gotten the hunt she wanted but the prey was formidable and able to take the life of her host easily.
XXXXXXJay had managed to drop her weight so that she would touch ground while Heita was still in midair and upside down. Venia found it odd that the woman would use this time to deepen the hold of the clasp from the heita-cuffs, we gotta talk about the names of these things. What was she thinking? It became evident only a fraction of a second later when Jay began to charge forward. Powerful legs digging into the earth while holding on to her reins, Jay wanted to give Heita a sleigh ride... with him as the sleigh.
XXXXXX"MORTAR KNEE BOMB!!!" Venia cackled inside Heita's head as she propelled the secondary knee with the leg Jay had pinned prior. The forward momentum used to carry her host over and hopefully into the upper back of Ms. Borne as she began running forward. This meant that the full impact would not be felt however, due to the majority of the knee's force being used to turn Heita back upright behind his wife and the matter of her already moving along that direction. But with the weight of 185lbs crashing down between her shoulder blades, Jay would be subjected to a full course meal of bloodstained arena dirt. Salt and protein...you're use to that right?
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Mortar Knee Bomb - Can only be used after Mortar Knee Strike. Heita follows up the first knee strike with a second knee strike from the back leg. Can cover an additional two feet. [25% Aggressive bar]
