Rock 'Em Sock 'Em (Open)

[lycan]

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The young feral mutant stepped into the ring, shaking her body and limbs into looseness. She was limbering herself up, as the announcer announced her arrival. She heard plenty of boos around the crowd. There were a few cheers for her in the crowd as well. She thought that perhaps it was because they saw her beat that large man in her first round last time, before the Japanese government agent had shown up and ruined any chance of her collecting her winnings. She couldn’t help the animalistic smirk on her face as she now had three things she knew, and perhaps that list that makes her father wrong was finished growing. He told her in anger that she didn’t know anything, but right now she knew three things. She knew that he was her father, she knew what a life was like with Weapon X, and she knew how to fight.

The announcer announced her opponent and the ground rumbled slightly beneath her as a large robotic boxer walked into the ring. She knew that she will not get any broken bones, unless by some miracle the creator of this bot had managed to get their hands on a material stronger than the adamantium that is grafted to her entire skeleton system. The bell rang, and the machine swung at her. She ducked, but caught the metallic fist as it clipped her shoulder blade as it swung by her. She felt her shoulder starting to bruise, and her healing factor kick in to take care of it. She came up and swung with her fist to catch the thing with an upper cut to what was suppose to be the ribs. Her arm jarred as if she had just hit a solid wall, and she didn’t portray any sort of pain on her face. She didn’t howl, she didn’t roar, she didn’t even grimace, her face was just emotionless. She pulled her hand back and glanced at it. Her knuckles were red and turning purple in a bruising fashion.

Faith heard the whistling of something coming at her, but as she tried to duck the robotic hand she wasn’t quite fast enough. She caught a very large fist upside the head, and in turn it snapped the other way. Her face went from blank to angry in a heart beat, as she set her mouth into a determined form and growled over the noisy crowd. She unsheathed her claws, as half of her vision disappeared. The side that was just clobbered was starting to swell up, from the blow. She then turned to where her good side was focused on her opponent, and she taunted it to charge her. She was starting to feel a bit at ‘home’ now, as she looked like she was about to get her ass handed to her by a metal man. She ducked once, swiped her claws at the thing’s thigh exposing wiring and internal components. She heard the crowd roar in shock and anger as they saw and used her claws. Apparently they had never seen a government raised weapon before.

She ignored the need to turn around an roar in anger at the spectators, and instead focused her attention on her opponent. This time she saw the fist coming at her, and she was able to duck and the jump up and send a jab at the thing’s jaw. She watched as the head swirled around on the shoulders, and rested back forward. ”Oh shit…” She muttered to herself as the thing used the momentum to swing around and clobber her again on the other side of her head. It snapped in the other direction, and the same result happened. She lost all use of her sight as her entire face swelled up. Now she was fighting blindingly, but she had some other senses that could compensate for the lack of her sight.

The fight lasted longer than anyone had hoped for, and by the time Faith had taken her opponent down half the crowd had gotten bored and went to go see what can keep their attention until the next fight. She had tore up the machine, but she herself was worse for the wear. She suddenly felt like she did as a child when she was beaten by her handlers daily, before she collapsed to the ground for an unconscious healing sleep. She swayed for a moment over the now robotic pieces that was once her opponent, before she fell straight to the mat with a loud, resounding thud. That brought back unpleasant memories.

When Faith came to next, she was laying on a gurney her wounds bandaged up and a large stack of cash next to her head on a nearby table. She couldn’t help the smirk that graced her features, as she sat up with a wince of pain. At least the swelling went down and she could see around her. She swiped up her cash, and stuffed it into her pockets before hobbling out of the first aide station back into the crowd. She wanted to watch a few rounds before heading back to the school…

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TIME :: A few days after A Wolf Among The Sheep
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 860
NOTES :: Her healing factor is working a bit slowly… Just the way she wanted it!
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Indestructible by Disturbed
CREDIT :: ABBY!!

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Spydr had been out saving lives, fighting crime, rescuing damsels in distress, ridding the streets of violence. He had single-handedly created world peace, rid the world if hunger, and cured diseases. Of course, he had done nothing but cause trouble and annoy people all day, but in his mind he had done it all. It was one of the many reasons that he was always so damned optimistic and jolly, because everything always went exactly as he had delicately planned out step-by-step with his limitless genius. Of course, he alone had made the world a perfect place overnight and did not even break a sweat, so he walked his chest puffed outward, his arms held at his sides proudly, like an Olympian walking among the people that praised him.

He was quite a fan of the whole underground scene of drug pushing, fighting, and all that other criminal jazz. Not only was he able to always get in his one heroic act per day, but it just seemed so much more exciting than the regular stuff that went on in the city during the day. He saw a bunch of people walking out of a building, grumbling about being bored and disappointed by whatever had just happened. Tilting his head curiously, he walked over to head inside the building without hesitation, wanting to see exactly what was going on within. He knew that whatever it was, was bound to be shady and probably illegal, due to the location and time. Still, who was to say that nothing fun and adventurous never took place under the supervision of a Kingpin crime lord?

Naturally, everyone stared at Spydr with confusion as he paced in wearing his black, Spiderman-esque outfit, packing enough weaponry to resemble the SWAT team and walking in a manner that only a poorly acting professional wrestler would do. However, this was how everyone stared at him, everywhere he went, every minute of every day. Granted, that was probably because he wore this same outfit, carried the same weapons, and walked the same way practically twenty-four-seven. To make it worse, he was still carrying the police megaphone in his right hand, having decided that he rather enjoyed being able to proclaim his awesomeness loud enough for everyone around to hear, whether they wanted to or not.

When he saw the ring, his face lit up under his mask with excitement. He had never participated in such a thing, nor had he ever actually seen one other than glimpses on the television, so when the opportunity presented itself, he could not back down. He stopped about twenty feet away, bringing his left hand up to cough into his fist to clear his throat before he raised the megaphone in his right hand up to his lips...

Screeeeech!

"Standing at tall enough to ride whatever he wants when he goes to that kick ass carnival on the boardwalk every summer, weighing in at none of your business because he is sensitive about his weight! You all know him as the reaper of souls! The destroyer of worlds! The breaker of wills! The denizen of disaster! The random verb of varying noun! Put your hands in the air like you just do not care for SPYYYYYYYYDRRRRR!!!"

Screeeeech!

Spydr then lowered his arm to his side, still holding the object in his hand as he walked forward with the same overly proud pose of some heroic champion. He paced forth without concern for others, pushing aside everyone that was in his way, climbing up onto the edge of the ring. He saw the three ropes, and smirked beneath his mask as he realized he had to go through, over, or under the ropes in some way, because everyone had their own method. He decided to go try to do all three at once, each limb going through a different portion of the ropes, and within seconds he was flailing around in the ropes, trying desperately to escape the bungee prison as he became tangled up in them, falling face first onto the mat in his pathetic struggle. After about two minutes of fighting with the ropes as if he was wrestling a pack of alligators to ensure his survival, he managed to wiggle out of the ropes, which bounced perfectly back into place before he stood up, throwing his hands in the air as he paced around the ring.

In his mind, that was exactly what he had intended to do and was making his own unique entrance, and it was not just due to the fact that he could not figure out the devious ropes. Walking to one corner, he set the megaphone down and then continued pacing in circles around the ring. He heard the people cheering, shouting his name, seeing the signs raising within the crowd with his title upon it. Once again, this was all in his head and the few people that were there thought he was a psychotic idiot, but none of that mattered. He was ready to rock, though, he did not realize that climbing into the ring had likely volunteered him for the next round. He did not know the rules, nor did he know that he was even going to participate, but he was still strapped down with his various weaponry.