ORIGIN - [WRESTLING] Azrael vs Audland

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The first victory now behind him put Azrael in a good mood, and it also put him in a mood to fight again. The wrestling, non-destructive aspect of this game didn't sate the bloodlust that always burned in some corner of his mind. Perhaps he should have done the magicka show, like he'd done some years ago, but no, that would have been no fun. He wanted a proper challenge.

He stepped out to his next match head high and chest burning with excitement, the glow ever so faintly brighter as he took up position. Claws were curled into fists, muscles rippling as he rolled his shoulders back and looked for the next opponent that he would crush underfoot.

@Audland

Good lord.

Audland too had been a victory, and while that victory had been a certain kind of sweet, it also could not have been more taxing on Audland's body and mind. First of all, his entire body wasn't built for lots of extraneous movement in this above-zero weather, and secondly, it was so hard to keep his magic repressed when all it wanted to do was spike at the first swing. But all this was nothing in comparison to what Audland was finding to be his true weakness in each of these matches.

His opponents all seemed to be of a certain... brand, it seemed.

Now, the man in front of Audland right now was built nothing at all like how Plover was built. Outside of being large. But this man, Audland matched his height, and given what it took to get an object off the ground, whether or not Audland realized it or not, it was quite possible that he doubled this man's weight. But with all that rippling muscle evident just beneath the goat-man's dark maroon hide, it was going to be hard to tell just how much weight those things carried. For more reasons than one.

And speaking of, those wings. Audland was learning a thing or two about wings just by ~~ogling~~ looking at his opponent.

Look, I'm not saying he's attractive to Audland or anything, but... Madison did say directly that Azrael is hot. And for Audland? I'd put that at distracting.

Not to mention, something about this opponent in particular felt excessively powerful. Audland had no idea what that was about, but something about it made his gut wrench juuust a little.

He sighed a long-suffering sigh, already sick of his own mind games. After doing a few stretches—a neck roll, a knuckle crack, and something to help the stiffness in his shoulders and back—Audland prepared himself for another glorious beatdown.

At least, if worse came to worst, Audland had plenty of armor in the form of fuzzy fat.

Audland was decent for strategy usually, but given how on-the-fritz his mental state was at the beginning of this fight, he didn't trust the upper echelons of his judgment much. Better to start with what he knew, then.

Get as close as possible, and flatten him. Get as close as possible in order to flatten him. And for no other reason.

Round: 1/5
Attempt: Pounce on Azrael
Defense: "plenty of armor in the form of fuzzy fat"
Injuries: A little stiff from the previous match. Distracted by some mystical unknowable force we may never know what it is oooo (it's called being gay).

@Azrael

Azrael watched his opponent step out with a sharp eye, already looking him over, noting its shape, size, and potential skill level. He had never seen this one before, but they were...similar. Same bipedal shape (generally, although Azrael had him up on number of arms), same size, but where Azrael was all sleek, powerful muscles and dark, pointed shapes, this one was composed of pure mass. It was almost overwhelming, the size of this creature, and how damn bright and colorful he was. Azrael snorted, with the mildest of disdain, but at least he looked physically strong.

Azrael readied himself, flexing muscles, crouching a bit, his stance falling from patient and dignified to downright predatory. A growl rose in his throat as he prepared himself for the imminent fight. "To a good battle, then," he snarled. His blood was already beginning to run hot.

Audland said nothing, and simply charged. Clumsy, straight-forward. Azrael would respond in kind. Once he was close enough, Azrael lunged. All four arms swung out one after the other, claws in, not particularly targeted or intense blows, but just a test, to gauge Audland's strength, resilience, and any skill he planned to put forward.

ROUND 1/5

ATTEMPT: many blows, just a test
DEFENSE: none
INJURIES: none

@Audland

Out of the matches thus far, this seemed the most evenly matched of the bunch, both opponents bipedal though their physiques focused on different approaches to strength. What few differences existed between them like antlers or extra limbs might turn out to tip the scales in one's favor ultimately, but that all depended on whatever tactics were employed. Early in this brawl, East couldn't make strong predictions as to the final outcome, nor had either towering being done anything yet to draw more colorful remarks. Therefore, his overview started as a dull affair. He barely suppressed a yawn before sharing his thoughts.

"Well, can't call this a wrestling competition without someone able to punch and grapple. Fortunately for us here, we have two who can do exactly that. Should be a nice change from the usual biting, especially when anyone attempting to might have his teeth knocked out. For now, let's see if a mountain can be budged, and better yet, whether it can strike back."

The demon man came flying at him in response, four fists of fury intended to knock hard into Audland's bulk. Audland plans instantaneously to prepare to take it straight to anywhere but his face. He puffs up accordingly, gauging that from their height, Azrael could have a clean shot at Audland's beautiful face, which would hurt a lot more. And can I just say, before we continue, that that growl of Azrael's is not lost on Audland.

THUM-THUM-THUM-THUM-THUM-THUM-THUMP! Those four limbs just keep going, like a woodpecker on a tree, or a machine gun made of limbs. Audland would've replied to him had the overwhelming amount of contact to his belly and chest not taken all his attention right away. Audland realizes all too late that while he is able to withstand the blows like the indomitable wall he was designed to be, stonewalling is not the same thing as guarding his vulnerable areas. Audland takes glancing damage as a result, wincing all the while.

Perhaps his luck has finally run out?

Round: 2/5
Attempt: Take it like a... no i can't say that. Champ?
Defense: "plenty of armor in the form of fuzzy fat"
Injuries: A little stiff from the previous match. Punched up a bit. No longer as gay; he is zoning the f%$! in.

@Azrael

The blows certainly landed, sharp, quick, as intended, but the amount of mass on this creature just meant each hit sunk into fur and fat and the force was quickly dispersed. Well, that was that, then. Aiming at the stomach or chest would be futile if he wanted to get anywhere.

He had been prepared to take a blow himself as he closed the distance between the two, but Audland just...puffed up. No swing, no body slam, no anything. Just a defensive stance. Or something. And that pissed Azrael off. This was suppose to be a fight and his opponent was acting like a punching bag!

He snarled, trying to go for a stronger, more focused blow, but that too simply sunk into nothing. He paused and looked up at the creature that was supposed to be wrestling with him and hissed. "Are we FIGHTING OR WHAT?!"

ROUND 2/5

ATTEMPT: ok. punches you in the ~~face~~ nowhere.
DEFENSE: none
INJURIES: none

@Audland

Azrael does not take well to Audland's... general usage of mass, I suppose. And Audland does not take well to the demon man's reaction. Although it's fair to be upset, Audland really does not appreciate having the yelling right in his face. But the way this makes Azrael look is ten times worse, and that's what really gets Audland's black blood boiling. The flurry before was at least an impressive display of strength, if mismatched against Audland's body type in particular, but this sloppy-floppy last hit trying to go for Audland's face? And then the little outburst? Tsk, tsk, Azrael. You're lucky Audland doesn't have access to 'Manchild' by Sabrina Carpenter.

The stray punch is easy to dodge the impact of and capture, with Audland shifting slightly and pulling in close enough to Azrael to attempt to grab him by the forearm and upper arm near the shoulder. If Audland makes contact, Azrael will feel an intense pressure build as Audland attempts to grip with enough force to leverage Azrael over his big blue shoulder and face-first onto the floor behind.

It doesn't go through, but Audland still has the mind to give Azrael an ugly, dangerous sneer, and bluff his pretty little teeth out in response: "Me, fightin'? Naw, not with pissy, useless little a$%holes." Sweet, saccharine sarcasm drips from Audland's snarling maw like a venom, only a hiss compared to Azrael's boom. Audland hopes his words can pass like an unpleasant smoke into Azrael's ears alone.

Round: 3/5
Attempt: ~~take that loose arm and flip-throw azrael to the floor (he’d be threatened to land on his back if this is successful)~~ stand really close to Azrael and bluff to make him mad :thumbsup:
Defense: Bige
Injuries: A little stiff from the previous match. Punched up a bit. Angy.

@Azrael

Eyes narrowed at the attempted taunting, confused and affronted. Azrael was, if anything, extremely easy to anger, and dangerous to anger. But this was a special occasion, he couldn't let loose the full brutality of his rage. Besides, it was childish yapping and easy, baseless bait. He was a spiteful creature, but he was not out of control of his own emotions.

The indignation of the moment still caused the flame in him to burn brighter and the glow in his chest and eyes momentarily surged. But he remained in control, and didn't allow it to overtake him.

Instead, he raised another two arms to the hand that held him in a grip. One was still free, just in case. He gripped Audland's wrist and forearm and twisted them suddenly to the side, trying to force the valkhound to release him and perhaps pulling him a little off balance. He snarled, the rage evident in his voice. "Cowardly words. If you do not wish to fight, then don't waste my time!"

ROUND 3/5

ATTEMPT: twist his arm to the side
DEFENSE: none
INJURIES: none

@Audland

Azrael did not make another mistake, and maybe his rage had subsided a bit, or maybe it didn't, but his voice—while clearly angry—at the very least did not rise to another shout. Maybe he'd taken Audland's words for what they were truly meant for: getting that temper in check. Either way, if Azrael's temper wasn't going to soar to new heights, Audland's didn't need to rise to meet it. Or maybe Audland was reading him entirely wrong, given that flashy little eye-and-chest glow. All Audland did in response to his opponent's boisterous reply was flare his nostrils and try to focus.

The announcer on high was a fair addition, completed the flavor of the scene and all, but if Audland faltered again here it would only serve as salt in his wounds. Audland did not want to be the one to writhe on the floor, although that might've been the most sensible option given how tiring his last fight was. Clearly, Audland was going about this all wrong: trying to leverage muscle against muscle, when he should be leveraging weight.

But now with his arms in a bind, how was he supposed to get Azrael on the floor? In a more murderous situation, his antlers would likely do the trick, at the risk of blood and head injury. Audland wasn't so sure that would fly here. Perhaps it could get simpler than that. What if Audland simply... fell down?

Audland would let Azrael's arm go, grimacing with the pain, letting Azrael do what he wished with that appendage. With the other unrestrained, Audland attempts to pull Azrael in close while Audland gets on his tippy toes. Then, in the same motion, Audland attempted to drop all of his weight and push himself and Azrael to the floor.

Round: 4/5
Attempt: pull azrael close and crush him
Defense: Bige
Injuries: A little stiff from the previous match. Punched up a bit. Arm twisted.

@Azrael

This beast was all crushing grip and size and weight and barely any of the movement and skill that Azrael enjoyed in his fights. When one crushing grip released, another came flying in, and Azrael could do little to fit it off as Audland grabbed and pulled him close. He figured what was coming next, and he had no intention of going down beneath all of that mass - that was a one way ticket to losing the fight.

Azrael grabbed at Audland's shoulder with one arm, reached for his wrist with the other, and with a snarl of effort tried to brute force his way right out of the valkhound's grip. He was stronger then Azrael in the moment, but his effort wasn't wasted. As the crushing weight started pushing them both to the ground, he managed to push the arm out just enough that when they finally crashed to the floor, Azrael wasn't stuck right beneath the majority of Audland's body, but rather under his arm, still held fast, but not completely crushed.

ROUND 4/5

ATTEMPT: break right out of that hold (kind of)
DEFENSE: none
INJURIES: grabbed

@Audland

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