sckrp {The first of many} [Sloan vs Ufuoma]

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

I was here yet again, I had forgotten the abundant scent of toxic alcohol, and the steaming aroma of the beads of sweat radiating from the worked up bodies around me. I loved the way this environment made me feel, I felt free, like I could conquer the world. I was a women of little taste, but I knew I had a taste for this, what fun it was smashing the faces of those who appose me. I had already won this shit once, I was simply here to reclaim my title, and it had been too long. 

I walk into the center of the circle faced with my opponent. I smile and laugh, this didn't seem like it would take much out of me. I pull my leather jacket off of my shoulders, changing into the clothing that was set aside for me to wear. I slip the white tank over plump breasts, and pull a set of boots over my feet. I wanted so badly to show this kid how this place works, you never step up to the plate, not when you are this big of a joke.

I undress this being with my eyes, degrading them in my head to an even greater extent. Oh what joy I would have ripping this tasty specimen to pieces.  I grab the band around my wrist, and pull my purple locks back into a pony. I didn't want any sort of distraction, I was going to have too much fun with this. I look into the eyes of this lost child. "What is it, did daddy upset you?" Oh how cruel my words fluttered. I turn my back to this child and pat my gorgeously fat ass. "Well why don't you come teach me a lesson?" I say mockingly. 

I wanted so badly to thrust my fist into that pristine face, give them a little something to cry about. There were no angels in hell my dear, and that is exactly what this was, and I thrived off the sensation. Oh, I could hardly stand my ground, this room made me feel so free, this tiny sweaty room gave me hope, and I was ready to ruin this kids face with every ounce of hope in my body.

- notes. -
{Sloan attacks Ufuoma}
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[Sloan's damage 0/20]

thompson harvard - d2b - arc
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[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

Andrew had won many battles in his lifetime; one being the battle of being told that he was perfect when he really wasn't perfect at all. He wasn't even close to it in his own opinion. But to the world it seemed, his opinion wasn't even close to the real thing. His day had started by being told he was going to be doing something else again, something he cannot tell anyone else about by his parents.Though they just told him, so it must be right, shouldn't it? It should, but that doesn't mean it is.

His parents wouldn't tell him what was happening, but from they were acting it seemed they were ready to "praise" him when really he's going to fail doing whatever he's doing. Ufuoma hadn't been prepared for what was coming, but he was ready for whatever it would have been.

This definitely wasn't something he was ready for.

He had arrived to a room, it seemed secluded and private enough that others shouldn't be talking about it outside of the place itself. His parents had made him go anyways, they were confident he would win. He was thrown into a circle with a girl to face him, she seemed pretty but luckily he wouldn't he distracted by such attractions. It was his time to fight, and Andrew would throw as many fists it would take until he would fall. A grin would escape his lips as he listened to her words. "What is it, did daddy upset you?" He'd smile larger, finding this girl quite entertaining. She turned around to pat her rear end, and he couldn't help but laugh. Was that supposed to distract him? Funny. She'd try this unattractive flirt before turning around to look him in the eye. It was all suddenly a blur, a fist was thrown at him and he had no idea what to do.

He's always been told to treat fire with more fire. "If you want taught a lesson, go find a teacher." He wasn't here to teach.

He was here to do what he damn can.

---

[Andrew attacks Sloan]
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Andrew is 1/20

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

I feel my face harden when his fist connects with my bare skin. It wasn't too fatal of a blow, but this kid already had more fight then I was expecting. It didn't matter tho, cause he was going to regret that last fist. Hell, he was going to regret even stepping into this arena. I wasn't the type to play nice, and I sure as hell wasn't going to start now. He would fall, just as I had made so many fall before. 

"Children that play with fire, get burned my poor friend." I say mockingly. I perk my lips into a taunting kiss, oh how I wanted to drive his adolescent mind wild. I would use my god given body to make this boy squeal. Mind over matter had never met great ass and skinny waste. The tables will soon enough turn, with this little pricks face knocked out cold on these dirty cement floors. 

It took all but a flick of the wrist to throw my next attack, I had a target in mind, and this time I would make it worth wild. I wanted so badly to see him bleeding on these floors. His blood staining the cement for future children to mock. He had no claim being here, he wasn't built to make a fool out of me. I am not worried, he soon will realize his mistakes. 

- notes. -
{Sloan attacks Ufuoma}
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[Sloan's damage 2/20]

1-4

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

"Children that play with fire, get burned my poor friend." Words would fall from her mouth like she is a waterfall, words falling and making a splash. She perked her lips into a taunting kiss and he'd laugh again, her attempts were useless. He wouldn't speak nor listen to words that would be spoken to him during this fight, it'd give him an excuse to let his guard down. However he has no reason to be trying because he isn't even perfect enough to win any tournament.

He'd speak words, despite the fact he had been wanting to speak nothing. "You're a child yourself, so why aren't you burning? It's obviously because you're not even a mile close to being hot enough to burn." He probably looked weak. He is weak, and as a fist would be flicked towards his face all he could do is throw his own fist back at her.

---

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[Andrew aytakcs Sloan]
Andrew is at 3/20

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

His comment had me enraged, how dare he talk about my body. I was the hottest piece of ass he would ever lay his eyes on. I was going to destroy this little twerp. He had no right to make me feel this way, this little piece of shit was going to bleed, I would make sure of it. His fist makes contact with my body, this time a hit with less impact then his last. 

"It's gonna take a bit more then that to hurt me sweetheart." I say through clenched lips, I wanted to scream at him, but I had to remain calm, it would be the only way I could win. I prepare to hit him a second time, this time making sure I was grounded, this was going to hurt. I would make sure of it. 

- notes. -
{Sloan attacks Ufuoma}
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[Sloan's damage 3/20]

1-4

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

He found this entire situation funny. To the other girl, it seems she was starting to get quite annoyed at Andrew as she would speak back to him. "It's gonna take a bit more then that to hurt me sweetheart." Her words ran through his head frantically until it'd fade away from the boys memory. He would speak no words to her, just actions. He cannot let his mask of confidence get to the best of himself.

Fists would be thrown, one at him doing about as much she had done last time and he would soon retaliate back, forming his fist and doing what he knew best, try.

---

[Andrew attacks Sloan]
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5/20

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

I was getting in his head, his face was hardening, his breathe tightening. He was nothing of a fighter, he would know breathe control was something of great importance. He was simply here for me to rip apart, and how badly I wanted to do so. This poor child was to be left black and blue, and I would take pride in it being my own fists that put him there. I didn't feel pain, not after the amount of substances that had made there way into my blood stream. I was immune to his hatred, tho that didn't mean I was going to play nice.

This would have to end somewhere, and somewhere being his head on a stick. There was no playing nice, this boy had made it impossible to get any joy out of this fight. I was a cat incapable of taunting its food, pathetic. I guess I would just have to shoot the sitting duck, because he was such a bore. Why did he have to be such a buzz kill?

- notes. -
{Sloan attacks Ufuoma}
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[Sloan's damage 4/20]

1-4

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

To say he was expecting the next blow to be thrown so hard is a lie. It wasn't long before after that attack he'd step back and widen his eyes at the sudden pain that would rush through his body like a river. Andrew would groan slightly at the pain, though the cheers of acceptance would be thrown throughout the room he'd been stuffed into. The male would narrow his eyes; this was no time for him to be embarrassing himself. His imperfection is a flaw, a flaw that makes him react Sith actions making him look more imperfect.

He'd rub his cheek quickly, feeling bruises already starting to dance across his face. Andrew wasn't giving up this early, no no. He doesn't give up. He only fails. Hopefully, this fist wasn't as screwed up as he was.

---

[andrew attacks sloan]
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[9/20]

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

His face hardened with my fist connecting ever so perfectly with his face. I knew it was a blow to be proud of, I'm surprised the kid didn't start crying. I spread my face into a mocking smile. Shacking out my hand and laughing. "Well that smarts, doe-" before I get the chance to finish my asshole comment his fist come wailing toward my gut, a solid hit. I immediately thought I was going to vomit. That hit had a lot of force behind it, I wanted to scream in pain, but I had to keep on pressing. 

I quickly gain my footing back, this would have to end sometime, i don't care how much fight this kid is showing. I was stronger I had to be much stronger. 

- notes. -
{Sloan attacks Ufuoma}
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[Sloan's damage 8/20]

1-4

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

His fist connected to her fast before she had been able to finish some kind of a smartass comment, and he was happy about that too. The male from district one hasn't been able to realize that she threw another punch at him, but it was much less thrown than he had done it originally. He himself didn't expect to do so well with his last fist, and that resulted in a smile as he would shake his fist off, feeling it start to ache from connecting with flesh and bone. He wasn't weak, he was a failure. A narrowed smile would paint the males face. "Say that again?" Andrew would speak, needing to stay strong.

---

Andrew attacks Sloan
CxE2NkMA1-4
10/20

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

I became silent, I had realized that this target was unshakable, he was too thick headed. I felt so stupid for letting my ego take over me, probably almost costing me the match. It was time to pull together, it was time to end this bullshit. I didn't care how much it took, I would not be humiliated. I was tired of not being good enough, sure this was some bullshit contest, but I needed this win. I needed to know that I was worth at least that much. I was tired of reveling beneath Riddle, This little child was not going to take what is rightfully mine.

I don't say a word as my next fist flies, this one with more passion then before, to the victor goes the spoils, but I must prove I'm worthy of victor ship first. 

- notes. -
{Sloan attacks Ufuoma}
CPfVVxJ_1-4
[Sloan's damage 9/20]

1-4

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

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"Andrew" Northrop short lyric here

There is a silence that makes the world feel like it was getting smaller and smaller, to only fit him because he's the only being that's breathing, talking, bleeding. His opponent would be silent; almost as if she were a student taking a test. This is no test, when she's getting a free win it's nothing close to it. Andrew is weak, and that can be told as the blonde across from him had thrown a fist full of what seemed with... Passion? She must feel deeply for fighting. Unfortunately, he doesn't. He would feel a sharp pain enter his side, a fist that would lead her to the most inevitable victory. Inevitably, he would lose. He cannot win, but one thing he can do is try his very damn hardest. Throwing his fist full of determination; full of the want to win, he could only hope he was as much of a warrior his mother had told him he was.

---

[Andrew attacks Sloan]
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[13/20]

made by anzie

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

I feel crimson trickle down my chin. He had landed a blow so fatal, taking me from zero to 100 real quick. Time seems to slow as the blood rivets down my neck, and soaks into my shirt. I feel my teeth ache, had he broken any of them? My face had become numb, there would b no way of knowing until this ended. Until somehow this whole thing stopped, because I was in pain. I was beginning to feel fear. I didn't want to lose, I couldn't lose. Though Riddle doesn't know that I am here, how shameful it would be if it was for nothing. 

I spit a mouthful of blood to the floor, watching my blood for the first time stain these floors. There it was soaking into the deep cement, forever becoming a part of this worldly hell.

- notes. -
{Sloan attacks Ufuoma}
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[Sloan's damage 13/20]

1-4

[thompson harvard - d2b - arc]

[googlefont="Titillium Web:400"]

"Andrew" Northrop short lyric here

Scarlet red would trickle down his opponent's mouth, it was almost pretty, the scarlet running down her face. It was almost like a painting, making a masterpiece that few appreciate. Him? He only appreciates the color; the entire painting he could care less about. Another fist would meet his nose, less force than the last fist thrown. He would feel his own scarlet red blood start to drip out his nose shortly after, making it obvious his nose was broken. Who needed noses, anyways? They were only to smell, and the only smell he would be smelling is the scent of blood, something the capitol would have as perfume. His mother always told him when he had gotten knocked down, he should get back up again. And what did Andrew do? Throw his fist back up again.

Hopefully, his mother's words aren't as filled with lies as his life has been.

---

[Andrew attacks Sloan]
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[15/20]

made by anzie

1-4

[grim.]

You've crucified yourself
and now denial is rising

I look down at my knuckle, seeing his blood stain my pale complexion. My face rushes into a smile yet again, though my teeth are now tainted pink. I am going to keep fighting until I am no longer capable of speech. I was not a quitter and I was not going to go down easily. This boy would have to meet his end, or all of this was just a bunch of bullshit. I would not be made a fool of, not by him.

His fist connects with my arm, causing me to feel a short pain, it wasn't horrible, but these small hits were beginning to add up. I close my eyes and pray that I can hold my head in dignity. 

- notes. -
{Sloan attacks Ufuoma}
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[Sloan's damage 15/20]

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