Post by Mr. C on Sept 20, 2009 20:49:30 GMT -5
With a loud crack muffled only by the sickening sounds of splitting skin, clamped fists drove right in to the weak structure of this poor bastard's face. Falling back hard, the man hit the mat and bounced a single time before landing flat. One side of his face where the impact hit was already a disgusting blister of purple and red, swollen to the size of a golf-ball over the shattered orbital bone in as much time as it took for the loser to the hit the canvas. And to Cross, this man just like any competitor to step before him is just that, a loser and a bastard.
He literally enjoys the act of crushing his opponents. He relishes in the feeling of skull breaking beneath fist. To a man that lives in warfire, a man baptised in blood, this is the perfect path. The carnage, the destruction, the bloodsport of broken bodies - it's what Brett Cross knows best, and what he does best. And no matter who he faces, the outcome is the same, they fall back on to the mat defeated after being blasted by The Hammer Mjollnir.
And Espio, despite his best attempts at standing up to Cross will be no different. For Cross is in his element in that ring, and he's in his element in a hardcore setting. This match, just like any other, will be no different. Insane or not, there's no way he's more insane than The Norse Hammer. And if insanity's not a factor, there's an entire laundry list of reasons why Cross is better than you, and better than everyone out there.
With a broken face, Espio fell back hard, his head a rush of dull pain. And with him out cold, Cross covers him for the easy one-two-three. Because this man is no different than any of the other poor bastards who need to step in tot he ring with him. They all fall, and they all fall fast. And for Cross it's just another day in the life of a Viking.
((I honestly had NO time this week, and Espio hasn't been on in who knows how long. This is probably the worst thing I've ever written, but it's all I had time for. My apologies.))
He literally enjoys the act of crushing his opponents. He relishes in the feeling of skull breaking beneath fist. To a man that lives in warfire, a man baptised in blood, this is the perfect path. The carnage, the destruction, the bloodsport of broken bodies - it's what Brett Cross knows best, and what he does best. And no matter who he faces, the outcome is the same, they fall back on to the mat defeated after being blasted by The Hammer Mjollnir.
And Espio, despite his best attempts at standing up to Cross will be no different. For Cross is in his element in that ring, and he's in his element in a hardcore setting. This match, just like any other, will be no different. Insane or not, there's no way he's more insane than The Norse Hammer. And if insanity's not a factor, there's an entire laundry list of reasons why Cross is better than you, and better than everyone out there.
With a broken face, Espio fell back hard, his head a rush of dull pain. And with him out cold, Cross covers him for the easy one-two-three. Because this man is no different than any of the other poor bastards who need to step in tot he ring with him. They all fall, and they all fall fast. And for Cross it's just another day in the life of a Viking.
((I honestly had NO time this week, and Espio hasn't been on in who knows how long. This is probably the worst thing I've ever written, but it's all I had time for. My apologies.))
