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| Jack the Pimper |
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| Dizzy Graves |
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 Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 1:48 pm
Jack the Pimper vs. Dizzy Graves
FIGHT!
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 8:19 pm
As people began to pour into the arena expecting a cool fight, so did smoke from the left side combatants entrance. It was far to much smoke too be anyone smoking a cig, blunt, joint, or other such drugs...and yet, there he stood.
A young black man, clad mostly in bright purples, came a' waltzing into the arena through a smoke cloud he had just expelled from his lungs after a monsterous hit from his joint. In the hand opposite the one with the joint was a bright red cane, which the black stud seemed to be relying on for support.
Continuing his stride into the arena, Jack took another large hit and blew out just as much smoke as before, and as the audience witnessed this, it was clear that show about to be seen was for that of a mature audience. This was only proved further when Jack tipped his sunglasses down to give the audience a good look before shouting:
"What the $@&! ya'll lookin' at!"
Edit: Grammer and Color
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 3:39 pm
Walking into the Arena area, Dizzy would glance about for amoment looking for her oppenent. Good thing he wasn't here, for she thought she herself would have been late. Golden hair was down at the moment in which she took time to put up into a simple bun. Wearing a small shirt, a black pair of shorts, and boots she was ready to go.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 6:53 pm
"Oh $#&@ tell me this hoe ain't my opponent..." said Jack, who though was not against the beating or general mistreatment of a woman out of line, would find it hard to do so against someone he had never met.
When he began to examine her, she wasn't what he expected of an opponent of a fighting tournament. Though she did not look frail, she looked almost pretty.
"I'll tell ya what, how 'bouts you come and work with me, and ole' Jack will teach you the basics of a line of work that will keep you good the rest of your life!" said Jack, exhaling a large cloud of smoke, completely obscuring him from view as he did so.
Not waiting for a reply, Jack out from the cloud of smoke and struted up to the girl. "Here, take a hit of this before we begin, should calm you down before the fight we's about to have if you don't wanna work for me," said Jack, extending the joint in his hand to the girl, while giving a slight cough.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 9:11 pm
Blinking her eyes quickly in ponderment she looked at the Pimp and then over to the stands. You know. Clash would team her up with a man who was in the whoring business. Looking back at Jack she would smile gently and laugh as he spoke of a "line of work" that would be good for the rest of her life. Sadly, she didn't need the money, none the less could get her own peice of a** if she wanted too. : P
He walked over, the scent of his joint swirling around him. When he offered her a hit she placed one hand up, the slender hand sculped nicely.
"As much as I would love too, I'm not really into taking a hit from a stranger."
She said gently with a wink, as she backed out of the cloud of smoke. It was hard to trust this man. For all she knew, the joint was laced with some sort of parallysing stuff, and the smoke that blinded you. O.O; She smiled weakly and then snapped her fingers. The sound of chains seemed to rattle and for a good reason. Dropping from the sky would be a long chain roughly 15 feet long. On each end of the chain was two fans each about three feet long. At the moment, detracted so all there was a closed fan. Thsi fan though was made of titanium alloy. Catching the fan's in both hands, the chain in front of her, she would flick open the right fan and fan in front of her, the smoke drifting behind Jack.
^.^
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 11:30 am
"Suit yourself..." said Jack, calmly shrugging. Jack was not the underhanded type who would try and kill someone through such decietful means, and it was difficult for him to fathom someone turning down a free hit.
Shrug finished, Jack took another deep hit, but this time something was different. As he inhaled, he seemed to hold the smoke inside of him longer than normal. This odd occurance was only made more uneasy as Jack's red cane began to glow, almost as if it became pure energy for several seconds.
Instead of simply blowing the smoke forward as he normally would, Jack turned to the side and aimed his head down. With his exhale, the smoke began to build in a rather peculiar fashion, almost human-esq. With each passing second the smoke began to look more and more...like Jack.
Jack had just formed a smoke clone that was perfectly identical with him, and with that completed Jack seemed like he was about to repeat the process.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 5:28 pm
Smiling gently, she watched as the man began to form a second one of him. Fanning herself gently with one of the fans, she would watch carefully. Unsure of how to handle with this, she waited for it to form. For a moment, she thought of Mipross, and how fitting these two smokers would be together. Clasping her hand onto the closed fan she would smile.
"So who's going to go first Jack?"
She said leaning her head to the side.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 7:16 pm
Thanks to the generosity of the girl he was fighting, Jack was alotted the time to created yet another duplicate, bringing the numbers to three.
"Well, I'm glad that we're letting each other get all prepared, I was a little lazy today and didn't feel much like getting ready," said Jack, taking another long drag of his joint. Luckily, Jack's lungs were adapted to this sort of thing, as many people find it quite difficult to take a drag of a joint.
Without further hesitation, Jack spun his magical pimp cane around him, this time glowing a peculiar purple color as it made contact with the first duplicate, and changing to an odd green hew before it struck the second. Since the two were just smoke, it passed right through them, seperating their torso's from their legs.
With the newly split clones, Jack exhaled again, and with the extra smoke, the two split clones became an even four full Jack's. With five Jack's now staring at the girl, the real Jack felt confident that he was about ready.
"Just one more hit, and then we can begin!" exclaimed Jack, taking he biggest hit of all, ending the entire joint, which would normally completely sear a persons mouth, but it seems like Jack was used to this as well.
As he stepped back, Jack exhaled more smoke than could possibly be blown away in a few seconds, even with magic. In this cloud, Jack intended to mix up himself with the clones, making it impossible, save luck, for Dizzy to strike him.
"Alright, we ready!" said the five voices from the smoke cloud, in perfect obnoxious unison.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 8:16 pm
Dizzy blinked her long black lashes as she stared at the five jack's. Flipping open the second fan she would connect the two. The moment that the two fans snapped together, it seemed to unlock three more layers of sharp edged metal. In teh end the Fan seemed nearly bigger then Dizzy. The chain looped around, on the other side of Dizzy. Watching she really wasn't in this tournment for the gold, but to make new moves and such up. But for now, she would do the regulars and think later. Without a word, Dizzy would seem to be picking up a foot to take a step forward, but before that foot came down, the next jumped in the air, only a foot of the ground the fan would flip up and twist twice between her two hands. Landing on both feet, the fan would fall in front of her in a twist, causing a tunnel of 150 mph wind towards the jacks. As the fan landed it split each peice retracting and becoming a foot and a half of metallic fans.
The tunnel, heading towards the four smoke made jack's and the regular, would attempt to blow the jack's apart, unless they were of some sort of mass. Then, they would be sliced and dice as if hundreds of small sharp wires where digging into the skin.
Dizzy was prepared though for a counter attack. At that moment, she would wrap the ends of the fan's (which would be the chains) once around her wrist.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 8:35 pm
As each Jack in unison raised their pimp canes, each began to glow, the same vibrant shade of red. It seemed like they were just going to charge right through the tunnel of wind, suicide to most, but not Jack.
The real Jack's pimp cloths were made of a material unknown even to him, it had resisted fire, bullets, and even several grazing sword slashes, and Jack figured wind would be no different, even if it was strong.
The fake Jack's, however, they were in for it, as the winds hit their smokes were blown and intermixed. It was odd actually, Jack was planning on blending their various smokes, but had not got around to it yet. As the smokes lingered, Dizzy would have thirty or so seconds to locate the real Jack and focus on him before the others reformed and joined back up with their creator.
If she could locate him now, only a complete ditz would be unable to locate the real one again, as when the smokes of the fake Jack's mixed, it had an unexpected effect, it altered their appearances. Nothing too shocking, just cloths in various odd colors. The vibrant purples and reds of the real Jack's cloths were mixed and mangled into an odd tye dye on the fakes, making it VERY easy to locate the fakes.
Even still, Dizzy would have to deal with a very angry pimp, one raising an oddly glowing cane and charging right for her, weilding it as if it were some sort of beam sword.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 1:03 pm
Locating the real jack in almost an instant as the others sort of "blown" away and intermixed, Dizzy would push off with her right foot, kicking up dust. The real jack would be heading towards her, and she assumed about a 30 second intervel until the fake jack's joined. Which gave her a moment to finalize the move.
As the man charged, angry it seemed Dizzy had a calm and collected face one. Golden orbs seemed to glow with liveliness since she hadn't fought in a long while, and this was making her exceptionally exicted. ^^ But in a good way.
With the sounds of chains rattling, the shine of a grey metallic, she would use the sun as her helper, and beam off a bit of ultra bright light into Jack's face/eyes as she was eight feet from him. As she did this, it should parallyze his sight for a moment, which was all she needed. Twisting the chain she would throw the loop over Jacks head and pull her arms so that it would cross over his neck and began to choke him. Twisting it twice as she swirled in place, she would stab forward, and place her extremely sharp end of her closed fan directly between his eyes, the chain as well adding extreme strain to his throat/breathing.
This though put her back to his chest, which was dangerous.
But really, if this happened, he would have been dead if she struck. <<; And if she could remember correctly... rules said that oppenents can't kill?!
She hoped so.For then that meant this round was over.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 4:08 pm
It seemed that for Jack years of smoking had actually payed off well, as when Dizzy began to choke him, he had almost no difficulty breathing. Maintaining his composure, Jack would simply slash the stationary chain from his neck with great precision with his glowing pimpcane, evidentally currently posessing the properties of a lightsaber.
All of this would happen before a stab could be made at Jack's eyes, and when the chain shattered from his neck, Jack would drop to the ground and begin a roll. As he rolled he kept his cane extended, leaving a 3 foot crevice in the ground as he rolled.
Now about 20 feet away with the roll (and if someone had taken a ruler to measure the 3 foot deep 2 inch wide crack, it would share this distance), Jack would stand back to his feet and assume a more swordsmanlike posture as his clones reformed in perfect formation at his sides, leaving him in the middle.
Before finishing, Jack would pull out an odd ciggarette, place it between his lips and using his lightsaber-esq cane, light it.
Edit: Called the cane a sword when referencing it as lightsaber-esq...which is very redundant
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 10:03 pm
Moving so she faced Jack, she watched the real ones and leaned her head to the side. Oh well, nice try She thought to herself before she slapped the two ends of her fan together, making a complete circle. The fan sharp edges would be away from her, but yet she would be holding on to the two metal straps that were on the back. Slowly the now two chains would sort of lift off the ground lively like, and stay in place floating dangerously about. End the end, the chain was really really strong and wasn't something that could be sliced in half, but she did not express that, so for now it was in two, soon to be molded back together.
Now holding a two foot long sheild like thing in her hand, she watched as the man seemed to make a formation of some sort. Starring at the odd cigeratte that he lit with . . . his lightsaber-esq (the cane???). Staring at it, if there was anything she should probably stunt first would be the smokes and the cane. She would wait for his move this time.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 9:15 am
Taking a few puffs of the cig, Jack glanced over at the girl. "You know, your pretty strong," said Jack, conceding that he was infact fighting a skilled opponent.
As the smoke from the cigarette entered Jack's lungs, something peculiar happened. This cigarette, though normal when lit with a lighter, was given special properties if lit with the magic cane. These properties were known only to Jack, but soon enough they would be known to all.
Charging forward with his cane in a readied position, the cane would extend its length to a solid five feet of energy blade, while still allowing Jack roughly one foot of area that was safe to grip. Jack had not been forced to use a five foot blade in a long time, and his skills could be a little rusty, but heck, where is the fun if you don't try something newer every now and again.
Jack's clones followed close behind, and infront, looking from above as a mirror image of the 5 on a six sided die. When Jack was about ten feet from Dizzy, he would perform a rolling lunge. As he rolled forward, the crevice in the earth he would create was roughly five feet deep.
The lunge would leave his body roughly two feet infront of Dizzy, allowing for three feet of the energy blade to penetrate through Dizzy's stomach should the roll succeed.
If not, Jack would almost be completely open to a counter-attack, if not for the clones which would be adjacent to Dizzy, and slightly behind Jack.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 3:53 pm
Watching Jack lundge towards Dizzy, she would simply place her shield up and hold off the energy sword, bursting with light she would press onward, her heels digging into the ground. As she did this, the two chains shot fowards. Taking up most of the seven feet the left chain would reach forward and wrap itself around the hand that was holding the cane, squeezing until the hand would turn blue, if left on for longer would eventaully cut off all circulation to the hand, leaving it dead.
The other shooting foward, wrapping around the eyes and the head... sadistically, the end of the chain would press into the right eye as if tying to burst it and head to the brain, while the rest would wrap around and squeeze. Though, to prevent losage of the eye it would only seem that painful.Dizzy wasn't hartless.
This would cause complete pain in the head region, perhaps stopping all process off thought except for getting the chains off of the hand and face. Dizzy at this time would let go of her sheild which floated and drop down and slide her leg around in a circle causing him to trip.. if all this worked. Then placing a knee to his chest she would bring the sharp edge of the shield to his throat, the hot metal against his skin would be enough of a sign it was there...
><;
She would sigh, and wait for his counterattack or resistance, though the chains kept constant pressure where they were. She watched each one of the smoke Jack's.
"Are we done now Jack?"
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