The First Rule...(vice)

[Jonathon Montoya]

It'd been a while since Jonathon had been to the warehouse fight club on the coast.  Yet there'd been a bit of a lull in terms of violence over the past couple of days.  This time he decided to not sneak into the building and get thrown to the wolves, he decided to use the door.  Hoping he didn't do anything wrong, he stood outside the warehouse and knocked on the door.  Then he put his hands into his pockets and waited for the door to open.  If things went according to plan, the door would open and vice would let him in and he'd have a choice in whether or not he fought and who he'd wind up fighting.  If things went badly, they'd throw him in the ring to have the crap beat out of him again.

[Vice Ysal]

Vice wasn't quite sure if it was a good thing. On one hand, getting more members could easily allow the club to thrive into something more than just a place for people to beat each other up, he'll they could even become a legitimate kind of busiess. Unfortunately, that also meant that the chances of being found out by the kind of people who are complete against this would rise as well.

Scratching the back of his head as he watched the on going matches for today's results, Vice had to mull over a few things as well given that he had some kind of a position in the circle of fighters this place made up. Granted it wasn't close to the highest, but his opinions often mattered apparently.

Absent mindedly retaping his hands and wrists, making sure the wraps were tight enough, the young man checked out at the noise that was coming out of the door. God damn the security they had going on here, then again guard duty was as boorish as they came.

Opening the door, his best deathly glare on his face, the young man was slightly surprised to see a familiar face waiting.

"Nate? Didnt expect you today. Here for a match?"

[Jonathon Montoya]

"Oh, hey Vice." Jonathon said, expecting a generic guard as opposed to the man in charge. "Uh, sure, I guess. I feel like I'm sort of getting soft. Haven't fought much since that last full moon. Seeing as another one is coming up soon, figured I could train a little." He said, trying to stand his ground against the rather intimidating fight club owner. "So, can you fit me in boss?" He hoped that Vice would have no issue with the nick name. It just seemed to fit, after all, to Vice he was just 'nate. "Or if you can't, I'd like to just sit and watch a couple of matches."

[Vice Ysal]

"Getting soft?"

Vice repeated, a small sarcastic smile on his face at the insinuation.

"You were never hard to begin with, Nate. Now git yer ass inside."

The older of the two finished as he opened the door wide enough to let the newest member of the place inside the club. Not a lot of people paid too much attention to it, much like anyone else who was new. Except of course for those who actually had talent in the stuff, or had promise. So far, the green eyed persona user hadn't shown much the last time he had attended.

"Here's the deal, Nate. In the club, we don't 'train' or 'spar' or anything as sophisticated as that. If you think this is going to be some kind of gym that'll coddle you or teach you step by step on how to not get hit, then say so right now and I'll just revoke your membership without the mini-beat up that comes with it."

The red eyed asian informed, his voice rather flat which showed that he was pretty serious about this. Flexing his fingers a bit more, making sure that the tightness of the wraps were fitting, he turned to look at his companion again while leading him to the back of some of the conductors for the matches.

"No, what we do here is fight, fight, and then fight some more. You can cry like a bitch, you can lie down on the floor like some stupid fuck, and you can even try and call your mom. It doesn't matter because the fight isn't over until the ref calls it."

Crossing his arms, rolling his shoulders, and nodding his head towards the guy who looked to be in his late twenties who was busy with some paper work.

"If you think you can handle that, just talk to Hector over there and he'll get you settled. I'll even be nice this time and let you choose who you want to fight."

[Jonathon Montoya]

Jonathon nodded. He was kind of upset with himself for looking weak to Vice without trying to. "Alright." He made his way through the warehouse to find Hector. "Uh, hey." He said, finding a man that looked like he was in charge of running the ring. "Hector? Vice told me to come to you. I'd like a match." Jonathon said, trying to be bold and not show fear about the prospect of getting beat up. "I don't really care who I am up against, just fit me in. I'm not picky with who I fight." He said, trying to keep himself from shaking with fear about who Hector might find.

[Vice Ysal]

Having sent the green horn on his way, the more experienced fighter decided to go do a couple of easy warm ups. Hector might have been a cranky old man with a heart problem and dentures, but he could still do things better than most. Specially paper work, boring as it is.

Back at the male who was in charge of writing down schedules, fights, matches, and stocks, the old man barely looked up at the kid who was trying make himself look better with all that bravado of his. Not exactly impressed, and having better things to do, Hector just gave the kid a slip of paper with the words 'Ring 4, vs. Enir.' and sent him on his way.

[Jonathon Montoya]

"Thank you sir." Jonathon said, nodding. He then made his way through the assortment of crates and containers in the facility before finding the ring he was looking for. "I guess this is it." He said, taking off his glasses he set them out of the way before moving into the ring. "Alright, let's see who they've got me against this time." He said, remembering his last opponent. That scrawny looking kid that beat the crap out of Jonathon. There wasn't nearly the same energy in the place as opposed to the last fight. He figured it was just a bigger deal then. Some punk that wiggled his way past security going up against one of the club's tougher fighters.

[Vice Ysal]

The man known as Enir was as average as one could get. Standing at an average height of 5'8", weighing at an average weight with the most average looks to fit him, it would simply be a crime against humanity if he wasn't average in something else. So thus, for some reason or another, the average black haired asian had also been thrown in the average rankings in terms of battle ability. Ranking far far lower than the boy with the tucked in shirt and nerdy glasses, he should be a more qualified fighter for Nate.

When his opponent had arrived, the teenager named Enir casually waved at him. Dressed in an average pair of black trunks, no shirt, and some tape on his wrists and hands, said average joe fell into a fighting stance. A lax looking referee stood to the side, slightly beginning to doze off from having to handle low tier matches, and was just waiting on for both fighters to get ready.

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(Nate gets the first move.)

[Jonathon Montoya]

Compared to his last opponent, this one seemed a bit less threatening. Of course, his last opponent wasn't all that threatening. What was a nerdy kid wound up bruising Jonathon's jaw to a point where it was almost broken. This time, needless to say, Jonathon wasn't going to try anything funny. Putting up his guard he nodded to his opponent. "Let's do this thing." Then Jonathon threw his first punch. It was fast and straight. It was a safe punch that wouldn't throw him off were his opponent able to block. Of course, this guy he was fighting was probably some 8th degree black belt or something ridiculous.

[Vice Ysal]

Enir smiled when the moment the fight had begun, a lazy wave of the hand of the ref more or less signalling it, and instantly saw the telegraphed attack. Note that he only saw the attack and he wasn't quite quick enough to counter it; he was however fast enough to keep the attack in check. Sliding forward this time, his feet coming up front and getting into the green eyed newbie's guard, the average joe sent out a rather convincing feint towards Jonathon's face when in truth, he had sent a more serious attack towards his opponent's unguarded abdomen. It was a pretty neat trick since most people tried to defend their face first and it was always a nice opener for fights like this. Enir just hoped that it would connect.

[Jonathon Montoya]

Jonathon, not being the smartest fighter yet, didn't know what to expect. He tried to block, just like his opponent anticipated, and then nothing hit his face area. Then he felt a sudden pain in his chest and all the wind left him. Gasping and lurching over, stepping back, he coughed as he tried to breath again. Look up at Enir, Jonathon smirked. "That all you got?" He asked, putting his guard back up. Then Jonathon began to throw a series of quick punches, not really trying to knock his opponent off, but hoping one would sort of make Enir slow down enough to get one good punch through.

[Vice Ysal]

'Didn't think that would actually hit!'

The male smiled when he saw the opponent he had been saddled with cough from the impact of his punch. Still, he knew how strong he was and was pretty sure that that wouldn't be enough. Putting his guard up, letting the guy's punches slide off from his forearms, Enir had just been about to retaliate when one had managed to literally slip through his guard and caught unto his cheek. It made his body lean back a bit but instead of falling down, the young man let out a vicious snap kick towards Jonathon's knee in an effort to either immobilise him or get him down to the ground where his advantage would be set.

[Jonathon Montoya]

Jonathon smirked when he felt his hit connect. He also saw the attack heading towards his leg. He knew that it would hurt and he knew he couldn't dodge it. What he did know was that if he managed to hit Enir, he could keep the fight stay relatively equal. Feeling the knee make contact with his leg, along with a sickening crack, he started to fall. As he fell he also swung his arm up, over, and then down. Aiming to land a blow on his opponents head. While physics wasn't Jonathon's strong suit, he figured that the combined momentum of his collapsing and the momentum of his swing would cause the hit to drop his opponent at least to their knees.

[Vice Ysal]

Physics wasn't Enir's strong suit either but what he probably had over the green eyed fighter was his experience. The snap kick, in terms of positioning, would have pushed the opponent back while he leaned backwards. The punch that had tried to connect with his head went under and hopping back as he straightened himself back into his stance, Enir would prove to be the man left standing between the two.

"Think you can stand?"

Enir asked, his voice actually worried about his enemy. It wasn't something he should be doing but it wasn't like he was here to maul his opponent. Kicking a dog that was already downed didn't garner much experience for him and he wanted to fight an opponent who could actually fight back.

[Jonathon Montoya]

Jonathon wasn't about to give up this fight. He was in pain, a lot of pain. His leg felt broken and he had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to keep fighting. Jonathon wasn't going to give up yet though. He wanted to prove that he had the balls to keep fighting. So he started to stand up. "No...I'm good." He said, wincing as he stepped onto his leg. Balancing on one foot he tried to put up a guard. The pain was too much though and he fell down, landing on his face. He didn't scream though, didn't groan, didn't make a sound. He was just out. The pain overwhelmed him.