fight club

[dignity_misery]

When; Friday, February 10th
Rating; Fighting/Language
Characters; Our fighters
Summary; It's fight night.
Log;

The address that Carla had left as her meeting place left something to be desired. She had found the abandoned building on one of her frequent midnight boughts of wanderlust. It had once contained a relatively small indoor pool, it was clearly recreational, had no room for lap lanes. Not that it mattered much, it had long since been drained of water, its tiles broken. There wasn't much light, but she had been bothered to put up a few electric lanterns.

That's about as fancy as she's getting. Otherwise, she's waiting there with the medic, and with her hat and its numbers. She knows how many she spoke to, and has just a few extra should any strays wander in.

When she sees about as many faces as she'd expected and is tired of waiting, she brings round the hat. She's only explaining this once. Take a number, put it back and remember it. They're drawing opponents next.

Comments

DEAN WINCHESTER vs JACK WYNAND

[dignity_misery]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Jack hasn't fought like this before, at least not as far as he can remember: one on one, bare-fisted, and without even the thought of using his relatively recently-gained plasmid powers. But he's fended off enough assailants with just a wrench to defend himself, so he figures this can't be much of a step down...right?

He drops into the pool after the other fighters have cleared away, rolling up his sleeves and eyeing his opponent. This shouldn't end too badly.]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean jumps down about the same time, boots thudding on the bottom of the pool. By comparison, Dean is really accustomed to hand to hand combat. It's damn nearly monthly for him back home.

It's okay though. Dean likes it best when he's underestimated. He grins at Jack, jerks his chin up and then winks.]

[wouldnotkindly]

[Oh. Jack recognizes this guy now.

He already feels bad for however this is going to turn out.

But there's no backing out now. He nods to him, still not saying anything, and puts his fists up. He may not be used to fighting only with his fists, but he is used to doing whatever it takes to survive.]

[dudeimbatman]

[He shouldn't feel bad. Contrary to his behavior, Dean's self esteem is low enough that he believes he deserves a beat down, so if that's the way it goes, Dean will take it like...well someone who spent 30 years in Hell being tortured.

He takes a step forward, purposely telegraphing the right hook he's aiming at Jack's chin. He needs to know how good Jack is and how good he's going to have to be.]