Leave Your Rules at Home {Kyanite Vs. Vy ~ Open}

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Leave Your Rules at Home {Kyanite Vs. Vy ~ Open} Feb 18, 2014 23:19:32 GMT -5

Post by * on Feb 18, 2014 23:19:32 GMT -5

Everythign seems to be happening in just a matter is mere seconds now as the fight between me and Vy gets even more brutal. Right before I can even throw her to the ground, she manages to do some more damage to my hand. This is getting old and quick! Time to really end this once and for all and with that one shove, it sends her flying to the ground. In the crowds, whispered and non-whispered chants are being said. For some reason, I feel almost like I'm redeeming myself for what happened in the pregames. How I lost the first fight due to the fact that I was delt a broken bone that screwed it all up for me. Now, I've changed. Now, I've gained experience and it's helping me fight against this blond haired woman in front of me. It makes me curious, if she's really that much of a challenge. I lost to both Kayghna and Mark, but won against Gala cause she was just a little bit more inexperienced than me. That was the only reason I won. Could she be the same as Gala? Inexperienced? Or perhaps I've grown stronger?

Will I ever find out?

As soon as she realizes that I've landed her on the ground, I keep my eyes directly on her. Watching and waiting, but for one moment, my gaze is taken off her for the time that she suddenly aims for my weak spot. The same leg that she kicked that still burns like fire. My world spins so fast I can't comprehend it until my head hits the ground and I turn over quickly to survey where she went. By now, I'm sure if she was going to do anything then she would already do it. What I see though, is she's standing within kicking range and with the upmost rage fueling me, I push off the ground and swinging my fist as hard and fast as I can, I let it fly into her leg and a moment later, I get up fully, spin and angle my foot right into the middle of her leg. Her knee is my target and I let go of all my built up anger that I've been hoarding lately.

Only after it happens and I see her knee move in such an awkward way, I hear the crowds joy for what just occured. It was something that wasn't truely expected, I can tell. The surprise going on in the audience makes me smile and I drop to my knees, letting my left arm be my support. My breath is completely gone as I look over to Vy to see what I've done to her. Did I win?

That's when I look out into the crowd to look for MAtthew but he's not where I saw him last. Maybe he did leave. Maybe he's nowhere to be seen because he didn't expect to really see me here fighting. I don't blame him. We're not together. He has no obligation to stay here. I quickly take my attention back to Vy.

"DON'T call me princess ever again. YOu hear me? It's Dynamite."

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Leave Your Rules at Home {Kyanite Vs. Vy ~ Open} Feb 19, 2014 0:17:12 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 19, 2014 0:17:12 GMT -5

There's no possible way for Vy's smile to turn more cocky then it already sits, and she takes the glory of the hollering careers. Exactly how it is back in her part, where everyone knew better then to mess with her. With Kyanite dealing with a double-hitted shin and bringing herself up to her feet, there's no way she's going to win. The Vy reputation returns even if she has a nose to snap back into place. Just as someone's about to call Vy the winner a second wind apparently kicks into Kyanite as she rams another punch into Vy's upper leg. It catches her a bit off balance though she quickly catches herself with a surprise that the fight's not over. How entertaining.

There was a small hope this fight was coming to an ending. As much as Vy was enjoying the talk, a more violent fight with a guy sounds more exciting. She brings her left foot up for a final kick, only to find a horrible encounter with her other leg and Kyanite's shoe. The horrible angle and harsh force cause a painful noise of a snap as her right now crumbles to the ground. A break is not a new feeling but this misplacement feels worse then all of them combined. She bites down as hard as she can on her inner cheek with no intentions of losing this fight. Just a second ago she was so close to winning, now this girl's going to take it?

"Kyanite wins!" Someone who must be playing the reef calls out, his voice surprised but very amused with the outcome. Despite the short fight the crowds' still yelling with excitement over this chick battle.

It's Dynamite. That's all Vy's able to catch at her ears get flooded with the noises from the crowd. Did she really just lose to someone that calls herself Dynamite? How pathetic. So Brittany really is right, she's grown soft over Brooklyn and there for lost her amazing reputation from back home. That couldn't be though. As much as that voice within Vy's head torment her on how her mom's right, she refuses to simply take it. Maybe the fight is over, but there are no rules. With Kyanite enjoying her winnings, still resting upon her knees and one arm, Vy has no trouble in giving payback.

"A break for a break right?" She questions rhetorically while shoving her elbow, with all her force, into the forearm that supports Kyanite's weight.

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Leave Your Rules at Home {Kyanite Vs. Vy ~ Open} Feb 19, 2014 0:48:17 GMT -5

Post by * on Feb 19, 2014 0:48:17 GMT -5

"KYANITE WINS!" The sound of that floods my ears and for the first time, I feel like I deserve it. I fought hard for this. I trained for so long and despite my two months of abscence from fighting and sparring, it actually turns in my favor. Maybe all I needed was a break? No longer weakened by all the sparring battles I fought with opponents in the gym, I have overcome what used to be my impairment. Now, I realize what the feeling was that MAtthew felt that first night he was declaired the winner. It's amazing. A smile starts pulling on my cheeks as I rest against my arm and I keep looking toward my opponent seeing the pain running through her face. She asked for it. She's the one who called you to the stage. She's the one who didn't expect you to be a fighter. Listen up, Bitch. I'm not your bootlicker. You'll do well to remember that.

With one more breath, I move my arm just slightly, straining on the muscles to push against the floor to get up but I never expected what happened next. Never heard the words come from her mouth until it was too late above the noise and her elbow goes flying right into the portion of my arm that had only just healed and hyperextending my elbow in the wrong direction with it. Pain floods my entire being with this new sensation of my arm going numb with pain. So many sensors telling me that something is definately wrong with my arm the moment it happens, I lose my balance and fall to my ride side clutching my arm in its horrible misshapen ways. I clinch my eyes shut, taking several deep breaths and realize that my arm is too stiff to even bend. What did she do to my arm?

"What the FUCK did you do that for! Gah!" I cuss her out, and move to get up to deal another blow to her but someone stands in between us both to protect one another from going after each other again. I would do it, but would she try it again? The crazy bitch? More than likely. I can already feel a pair of hands on me, but I've got no clue who it is. I just know they are keeping me from laying backwards to deal with this pain shooting up to my shoulder.

Somewhere in the back of the room, I hear a familiar voice when the room gets a little bit quieter realizing that the fight just took a turn that wasn't expected. Someone, I see, is tending to that girl and when I look over to the crowd, I see Jeran pushing his way through to the ring. Whoever the person is behind me, keeping me sitting up, coaxes me to stand. "Just leave me here." I growl out and lean to the side to get my arm to move with me even though any feeling below my elbow is gone.

"It's dislocated." I hear that guy say, but I stared directly toward the chick that just did the ultimate low move.

"Paybacks going to... be a bitch. Watch your back." I hiss out.

"Kya! What the hell happened?" Jeran's voice reaches my ears before I can fully realize that he found the place I'd stowed away to. Instead of squealing, I keep my mouth shut and keep my teeth clinched together. That's when I hear Jeran again, but what he says isn't to me at all. Instead, it's to my opponent.

"Vy? You did this? You realize this is my sister, right?"

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Last Edit: Feb 19, 2014 1:07:22 GMT -5 by *

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Leave Your Rules at Home {Kyanite Vs. Vy ~ Open} Feb 19, 2014 6:39:41 GMT -5

Post by Jack Lexington on Feb 19, 2014 6:39:41 GMT -5

Both girls look determined to win. They are fierce, yet fair in their fight against each other. They even call each other by their real names as I can hear now that I’ve pushed through to the first row. At least for now.
A few people over one guy dishes out a nasty comment. I’m not usually one to stand up for others, nor am I free of insulting comments myself but this one hits a little too close to my own experience. "Hey, Kyanite... seems like a repeat of the pregames, huh? YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE!"
So I give the guy a death glare who looks over at me and shrugs. “It’s true.”
He’s lucky that there are enough people between us so all I do is point at him and tell him. “Save the fucking trash talk, you asshole.”
I’m in no shape to fight yet but that wouldn’t stop me if I had to. “Why don’t you step into that ring yourself and fight somebody your own size?” I question him before I return my eyes back onto the fight just to see my friend throw a combination of punches at Vy and then send her to the floor.
The blonde is not a girl to stay down long or surrender. Instead she kicks against her opponents shin again which has no muscle or fat as protection.
“C’mon, Ky. Kick her while she’s down.” I’m clearly siding with my ex now even though the other one was nice enough to give me a lift the other day.
She does as I told her even though I’m over on the other side of the ring and kicks her hard.

"DON'T call me princess ever again. YOu hear me? It's Dynamite."
My nickname…I grin. Right on, Dynamite.
The crowd is going crazy amkiung my ears ring when she wins the fight. Of course I cheer her on as well. She’s done so well.
Before anybody understands what’s going on Vy says something I can’t hear over the loud screams and harshly pushes her elbow into Kyanites just healed arm. I can practically see it buckle under her weight before a painfilled scream escapes her and she clutches it just long enough to get her bearings back before she lunches herself for her opponent.
I can’t believe Vy did this, nor rules or not. This isn’t something you do, not even down here. The crowd is loving is yelling for more and to let the girls go.
I’m at the ropes now with my heart beating in my neck. To see her getting hurt is worse than when I get hurt. I simply can’t stand to watch it.
“You fucking bitch!” I yell at Vy whose face is bright red from anger. I’m not sure whether she can hear me.
I try to round the ring but people are too excited, too shovy to let me through so I can only watch as Jeran suddenly makes an appearance to help his sister. Thank goodness.
I don’t care whether he likes me or not. I push as hard throught he crowd as I can until I’m close enough for her to hear me.
“Are you okay, Kyanite? Did that bicth brake it again?” I hope she can read my look of concern. I so hate to see her hurt. Physically or emotionally.

Last Edit: Feb 19, 2014 6:53:30 GMT -5 by Jack Lexington

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Leave Your Rules at Home {Kyanite Vs. Vy ~ Open} Feb 19, 2014 20:05:08 GMT -5

Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Feb 19, 2014 20:05:08 GMT -5

As if Vy was going to settle of a lose that easily. An eye for an eye, and it's even worth not actually having the tittle of winner. The scream of pain is just as good. Surprisingly it even spices Kyanite up to continue the fight. Some guy steps in between them as Vy begins to pull herself up. Guess this chick does have some spunk in her, not seeming as much as a wimp as she appears. "Felt like it." Vy responds to her spat of why the fuck did you do that. Isn't it obvious? No pain no game.

"It's dislocated." Someone informs and brings a smile to Vy's face. What impact. She was simply going for some payback, but she'll take it. The lock with her opponents eyes only spreads her grin even further. Next comes a threat, that the other chick has some payback of her own, and how it's going to be a bitch. After Kyanite pulled off a broken nose and knee, she's wanting revenge because Vy gave her taste of her own medicine? How odd these careers are in this part of the district.

"I look forward to it." Vy plays off a lack of fear for Kyanite's reassurance for payback. Though she'd really like to offer a real challenge instead of waiting for another cheap shot, but whatever the brunette wants. Another person voice takes her attention as once again the nickname Bitch escapes. The blond guy's very familiar and it quickly clicks that he's the one she gave a ride from the hospital a bit ago. Maybe he'll return the favor as it appears both girls are going to need some x-rays. By the sound of his voice he'll only be escorting Kyanite though...as if Vy actually cares.

"Long time no see." Her smile still lingers upon her face as bitch has never had an effect on her. So what if she is? "You careers and your sweet nicknames." She jokes despite her throbbing knee, and somehow manages to pull herself up and leans against on of the corner poles. "Anyone have an extra crutch?" She questions the guy that clearly helps run the place. He gives a slight nod and goes off to search with other guys capable of keeping the two females from fighting anymore.

Another familiar face stumbles upon the stage, his direction straight towards popular Kyanite. Jeran? How many boyfriends does this girl have? He actually turns his attention towards the blonde, anger and concern filling his expression. His sister? Did he just say that Kyanite's his sister. Shock covers Vy, though she's quickly unable to hold back a small chuckle at the irony. And of course he blames Vy for all of this.

"Does no one realize it takes two to fight?" Her words are mixed in with laughter as she rolls her eyes. First Matthew, now Jeran's all on the poor Kyanite side. Whatever, maybe one day she'll realize how weak it makes her appear. "I wouldn't expect such a talker from your sister." She feels the need to mention something about how they're related. An old crutch that has probably been stored away in the closet for years is brought over by someone though they offer it outside the ring, waiting for Vy to exit first.

"As if I need a weapon to take someone down." Vy's cocky and sarcastic attitude isn't effected at all by the lose, not in front of a giant crowd. She does her best to even ignore all of the pain, though it does greatly helps to simply not lean on it. It'll be easier to get out of the ring with a crutch anyways. "Thanks." She actually exchanges for the crutch that handed over. "Can't wait till next time." She lets everyone, especially Kyanite and her little group of guys, know before hoping out of the underground fight. How'd she'd love to jump back in there and challenge the next idiot, but treatment needs to be handled first.

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