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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 11, 2010 12:26:22 GMT -5
The sparring pit is the main place for B.S.A.A. agent to come and train on the hand to hand combat. Very much everyone who enters the B.S.A.A. already know some form of combat from their original training in the military or wherever they had been recruited from, so instead there's a single ring that two members can train against each other ruthlessly. Blade combat isn't allowed, instead a rudamentary form of it is implemented with wooden sticks; same effect only you leave with bruises instead of cuts.
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Post by Mikey on Apr 28, 2010 9:22:55 GMT -5
“No no, you try too hard for grapple. Sometimes you must strike and back away. Strike, and back away.” Richard said, in the ring with a BSAA agent. He was close to the man, setting up a grapple to show how easy it was to escape.
“You hold my wrist, like you try, da?” He said, taking the mans hand and placed it on his wrist. “Now, you try move.” He said. The man, in slow motion, spun. He kept hold of Richards arm, twisting it behind his back. He tried to initiate the next step of the holding maneuver, trying to grab Richards other arm.
“You see, it easy to break free.” He said. He moved his head back slowly, letting the back of his skull touch the agents nose gently. “You see? Head much harder than nose, da? I break your nose, and then knee.” Richard added, picking up his foot and tapping it to the agents knee cap. The agent, knowing how this would play out, got down to his knees.
“Then, I untwist arm.” Richard said, demonstrating in slow motion a spin that unlocked his arm from the hold. As he started to speak, he slowly brought his leg up in what would have been a clean kick to the face. “And we no fight anymore.” He said. “Now, you strike, and move.” He said. The agent nodded, got up, and took up a boxing stance. Richard shook his head.
“No no no, this very bad idea. Show punch.” He said. The agent extended his arm, Richard moving to the side. He put his hand on the agents wrist, and pushed his palm to the agents elbow. “I break elbow, you spin to side. I hit nose again, this time it kill you.” He said, demonstrating with the same palm a quick kill move. Using the bone of the nose and driving it into the brain. Quite easy to perform, an instant action to someone well trained.
The agent hung his head and sighed. “So show me a stance.” The agent said.
“Da.” Richard said. He put his legs in position, looking like a shooting stance. Legs at 12 and 3 o’ clock. He bent his knees, extended his left arm, kept the right folded at the elbow and near his chest. “Throw punch.”
The agent, this time, threw a punch at full speed. Richard, all at once, diverted the punch with his left hand, stepped in with his right foot, and using his weight and momentum, threw a punch that landed in the agents muscled chest. He pulled the punch, landing it with very low impact. The agent tried again, this time a one two. Richard diverted the first blow, spun around the second and sent a quick kick at the agents thigh.
The agent rubbed his sore leg for a moment and tried to surprise Richard, throwing an uppercut out of nowhere. Richard moved his torso to the side and avoided it before he swept the agents feet out from under him. He reached for his belt, pulling out what would have been a knife. In this case, it was empty air, imagination. Falling to his knee and using the fall to fuel force of the knife, he tapped the agent in the left side of the chest.
“Over all. Life and death never fair. If you need fight dirty to win, do it.” He said. The agent sighed again, accepting Richards helping hand to get to his feet.
“How’d you learn all this s***?” The agent asked him.
“I could tell you, but this is more fun.” He said with a smirk. They got out of the ring and went over to a stand stocked with bottles of water and sports drinks. Richard got a bottle of Gatorade while the agent stuck with water. “You ever gonna teach me that other thing? The impact deal?” The agent asked. Impact absorption. Something not many fighting forces taught. The Spetsnaz made it nearly a specialty. Some people took for granted the ability to sit there and take a beating, feeling almost nothing and never moving a step.
“You no want to learn that.” Richard said.
“Why not?” The agent asked. He took a drink of his water, choking and coughing when Richard balled up a fist and hit him in the stomach.
“It very painful.” He responded. He took a drink of the fruit punch flavored drink as the agent returned the punch. Richard didn’t move, didn’t spill a drop of his beverage.
“A**hole.” The agent remarked, wiping water from his lips.
“But of course.” Richard said, his Russian voice on the verge of laughter. The agent smirked, and they both burst into laughter. They tossed their bottles into the bin and went back to the ring.
“Next, knives.” Richard said, pulling a few of the shaped sticks off the rack on the wall and tossing one to his sparring partner.
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Southern Son
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Post by Southern Son on Jun 6, 2011 19:07:07 GMT -5
*The training facility of the BSAA, has a boxing ring for where two people, or more, fight in the ring. Outside the ring, were training dummies, weights, cardio machines. The entire facility has been kept on a dimmed light to give it a more lethal look. Darkness makes everything more interesting, but it wasn't too dark. Even though when it's night, they turn more lights on for ambiance.
George Chambers stepped into the facility, wearing boxing shorts, tapped hands and tapped feet. That's all. His physique rather impressive compared to the other BSAA members. He steps over to a desk near the rings, to grab a set of gloves to put over his tapped hands. Wasn't boxing gloves, more like MMA gloves, padded to the point to where they solely protect his hands only.
Tilting his eyes to the side, seeing two guys inside the ring, wrestling as it appears. Not seeing much striking, but they are wearing protective gear all over their frame. George grabs a bottle of water from a cooler that was sitting there. Paces to the ring side as he take a sip of the water. Watching as the two continue inside the ring. Having the bottle resting on the apron, George decides to speak out to them.*
• George Chambers: "You fellas mind if I jump in on da action?"
*The two guys in the ring, pry themselves off each other, in an attempt to stand up. Appearing to be fatigued, but they wished to train more. They flagged George to come in because they were too busy catching their breath to speak. George cocks a smile, and climbs up onto the apron, to eventually enter the ring. George stretches, and pops some of his joints throughout his body.
George glares to the two guys, they seeming to not know what to do now that they're three opponents. George leans against the turnbuckle of the ring, allowing them to catch their breath, and to get a drink of water at least. These two guys, were older than George, but he didn't care. They all worked for the same people, they're colleagues in this world.
Noticing that they are ready, and George slings himself away from the turnbuckle. Standing before the two men, and everyone is expecting a triple threat fight. Instead, George points at them individually, and points his thumb at himself, initiating a challenge for them to team up and fight George together. They didn't hesitate, and they lunged to George.
George throws a quick jab to the first man, and that causes him to stop in his tracks. As for the other man, he came too quick, and went for a take down on George. George being powerful, he blocked it, and wraps his arms around his body into a gut wrench, and throws him over the top rope. That man makes an impact onto the slim padding of the ring side.
The other man, came at George swinging. George throwing his elbows up, blocking each punch that was thrown. George slides to the left, but quickly transitions to sliding to the right to confuse his opponent. Throwing a hook to his body, and nailing his lowest rib cage. The man reacts by spitting, and throwing his arms out due to the strike.
George follows up with a left uppercut since it was an open strike. The man falls back, and catches himself on the ropes. The man that George threw outside, slides back into, and grapples George from behind. In an attempt to wrestle him to the ground. George easily powers out by thrusting his arms down, and then spins around, to back hand the man in the cheek. Although it was a quick strike, not a powerful, caused the man to lose focus, and George follows with a haymaker. The impact was loud, and the man instantly dropped.
As the guy laid there unconscious, George heard the man behind him charging at him. Feeling that man punching him in the back, George tightens those muscles by bending back. Showing his agility by turning into his direction, to block his next few strikes. George deliberately delivers a headbutt to that guy. Although that was meant to be a concentration break, George follows up with a right uppercut combination. The man eventually drops to the ring floor.
George stands there, victorious. Peering down at his fallen foes, grinning. George wound aid them up, and telling them to breath slowly, and to get some water. As George concluded he was finished, he looked down at his gloves, he would see minor blood on them. He had no idea he drew blood to his opponents. He eventually exits the ring by going through the ropes. Grabbing onto his water as he does so. Walking away as he takes some heavy drinks.
George steps over to the desk once more, and grabs a towel. Whipping the minimal amount of sweat he had acquired. Glancing to his side, seeing a few people enter into the facility. These were a group of people he has never seen here in the BSAA before. He didn't want to get caught up in someone else business, so he stood there.*
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