fandomtownies | Atlas Gym, Fandom Fight Club [Sunday Evening]

There was a poster tacked up on the door to the main gym, with the following text written in alternating handwriting, as if the marker had been shared between two people:

Rules of Fandom Fight Club
1. What happens here, stays here. We can't keep the squirrels out, but if somebody tells you something on the mat, you don't repeat it off the mat.
2. No weapons or powers unless everyone knows in advance and is fighting within their weight class.
3. No shoes.
4. If someone says "stop" or goes limp, the fight is over.
5. Two people to a fight.
6. Fights go on as long as they have to.
7. No tourists. If you need to take a week to see what this is like, cool, but no coming back just to watch. You wanna watch, get a TV; here, everybody fights.
8. No fighting if you're sick or injured. You wanna screw up your body, you do it on your own time.
9. The organizers reserve the right to remove you from the club at any time for violation of these rules.

Underneath the sign was a table with a sign-in sheet, where people could print their name and if they'd fought before ~~which is handwavey since y'all already did it~~, which would be collected once the meeting started.

Inside, Tyler was pacing, barefoot and holding himself so erect he looked about three inches taller than he normally did. He clapped his hands in a way designed to silence anyone still talking.

"Welcome to Fight Club," he began. "In this room, you are not a teacher or a student or the guy who works behind the bar at Caritas. You are not what you own or what you wear. You are not a special, unique snowflake. You are a body. You hit, you bleed, you feel pain, you cause pain, you come back for more. You get better. You might even find redemption."

He glanced at the group as if daring anyone to argue with him on these points.

"The purpose of this group is catharsis and self-improvement through unarmed combat," Ghanima said briskly. For once, she was not wearing her usual ornate gowns, but a simple woven tunic and slacks and was barefoot like Tyler. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with therapeutic violence - no matter what the armchair shrink of the week says - and this place is here to provide you with that option."

"That said, should you wish to have a friendly spar with someone using practice weapons, you should feel free so long as both parties agree. Please refrain from using actual weapons until you've worked with someone more than once."

"And while we're being the buzzkill jerks with all the rules," Tyler said, "here's a quick gym tour. Padding's over here -- beginners, wear gloves, everyone else, it's at your discretion -- practice weapons are there, and these soft blue things? These are mats. We fight on the mats."

"Speak for yourself," Ghanima murmured, bemused. "I may occasionally be evil, but I am not a jerk or a buzzkill."

"Now, my favorite part. We're going to randomly pick some fights." It was possible Ghanima looked a bit too gleeful about this. "You and you. You two. You two too. You and you, and hrm, you, and ... you." There was practically a halo over her head as she pointed at Tyler. "There. Get to know your new friends, then get to know the mat. Anyone I didn't just pair up, find your own partner."

[Up early for massive SP! ~~Wait for the~~Massive OCD is massive and up.]

ETA:You people are breaking my browser! Mingle | RNG Fights | Open Sparring | Ghanima and Tyler | OOC | Next Week's RNG

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Reno took the kick to his chest and wound up tripping a few steps backward before diving forward again, revelling in the sting in his muscles and the air filling his lungs and his heart beating in his ears.

This time, it was a roundhouse kick, aimed for somewhere or other around Ichigo's arm, but hell if Reno was paying any attention anyhow.

"You ain't bad," he decided, somewhere in the middle of that kick.

His bare feet skidded over the mat, the kick pushing him to the side and he was going to have a bruise on his arm and the back of his ribs there.

"You're fast," he commented and he was already moving again. One foot making a low sweep at Reno's feet. "Insane, but fast."

"Sanity never did me no good anyhow," Reno laughed even as he tripped backward and barely managed to catch himself. "Speed, though? That's kept me alive, yo."

He was going to demonstrate this speed by running forward and swinging another fist toward Ichigo's guts, leaving himself completely open in the process.

Speed was useful, Ichigo knew that like no other as it was one of the biggest benefits of his bankai. He probably could use it right now as his was too slow to block. For the second time that day, he had the wind knocked right out of him.

His response wasn't entirely accurate, but there was a lot of Reno, right in his space so he didn't need to care where he aimed. He just hit as hard as he could and brought his knee up, hoping to get a nice kick in at the same time.

The result was a solid fist to Reno's guts and then a knee to follow it up, and while Reno's grin didn't lapse, he certainly felt it and wound up taking a few steps backwards as a result, working on catching his own breath.

"Niiiice," he crooned, and took a moment to take in a deep gasp for air before throwing himself forward again with the same sort of reckless abandon he'd been using all along. No punches, no kicks, just bent over with a shoulder on a collision course for wherever it happened to hit.

Ichigo had taking the few seconds of respite to straighten up and catch some of his breath. His eyes widened as he realised what Reno was doing and he moved as fast as he could. Not fast enough and he dug his heels in as Reno's shoulder his own. He could feel his teeth clatter together while he was pushed back, but at least they weren't both on the ground and Ichigo rained punches down on Reno to get him to back off.

One punch, two punches, three made contact, and Reno grit his teeth at the onslaught, but wound up grinning at Ichigo as he straightened up and started punching back. No form, no style, just a haphazard barrage of fists to match the ones being thrown at him.

He kinda liked it better that way.

Fine. Fine.

Forget about stance and everything he'd learned in the dojo. Only holding on to the resolve to fight, using some of the anger and frustration that came with having a voice stuck in your head that you really didn't want there.

One arm up to at least protect his face and his arm went swinging as he took Reno's punches. He was just brawling now, it was something different...

Just a fight for the sake of fighting, for the sake of hurting and being hurt and feeling skin under his fists and fists against his skin, and Reno was letting loose another loud holler when he felt a particularly good swing connect to his ribs.

He was fucking alive, backing off after a minute of more swinging with the world's biggest shit-eating grin on his face before his leg swung up in another kick to wherever it really wanted to go at the time.

Ichigo's chest was heaving as he breathed fast, his entire focus on Reno and he responded fast. Still too slow compared to Reno as the kick hit his upper arm, but he didn't care. He moved into it, his arm coming up to jab hard at Reno's leg before he could pull back.

The sting in Reno's leg was there and immediate and real, and just made him grin even more as his foot hit the ground again. He was going to be able to feel this fight for the rest of the week, and he was going to grin at every bruise and strained muscle until the ache left him.

"You havin' fun yet?" This was said while the Turk dropped to the floor to kick at Ichigo's feet, not with any sort of superhuman speed at just that moment. He was going to savor this motion. Feel the pull in his muscles as he did it. Laugh.

Umph, was the first response as Ichigo lost his footing and he hit the mat. He kicked at Reno's legs instantly before rolling to his stomach and jumping right back up. "I'm not too bored," he said cockily, but it was followed by a breathless laugh. Not too bad.

Reno was standing again at the same time Ichigo was, and he had his hands up almost defensively as he began circling him. Wary, but never too wary. People might start thinking he was paying attention or something, right?

"I'd hate to be the one puttin' you to sleep with this, yo."

"I wouldn't be that rude," Ichigo sneered, but he gave Reno an amused look. Right before he closed the distance and he aimed a roundhouse kick at Reno's shoulder.

Reno took the kick full-force and staggered backward with it, barely catching himself on his way toward the mat. While one hand was on the floor, he was going to strike out at Ichigo's legs yet again. Why not? They were there.

"I'm so lucky, to be scrappin' with someone with a set of manners!"

[SP wins!]

Edited 2009-03-09 00:45 (UTC)

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