d rowning in a bottle of hard liquor or warm beer. You'd think a man who did this on a daily basis was a masochist, or had let go of the concept of life years ago, and decided to let the river of inebriation take them where it pleased. But no, Logan just liked the taste and the way the stuff buzzed for a moment when it went down his throat. Besides if he could travel that river, in such a state he'd probably sink to the bottom, given his weight. He preferred being afloat, keeping his head above the water... or liquor, and sentient of what was around him. He just ended up doing it in bars.

The tender came by, bringing him another round. "Hope that's enough for ya, we'll be packin' 'er up soon..." he said, wiping down the corner. Howlett glanced at the clock. 3:17 A.M. As observant as he was, he didn't notice the trickling out of the main club area. He was paying attention now though. One by one he saw people saying goodbye to others, and heading for the back stairwell. the one that Logan knew very well didn't lead outside. But the tender said they were packing up. That was odd, and now Logan was curious. He waited a few more minutes, watching the numbers of trickling men head to the same stairway, drinking the liquor slower than usual.

Finally, when the club was almost empty, curiosity got the best of him... luckily he was a cat with a healing factor. He tapped the bar twice, as a departure noticed, taking his liquor with him. "Seeya later Ed, I'm headed out." Ed nodded and then smirked after him when he realized the hairy grunt was also headed towards the doorway. He shook his head as he watched him go down.

As he decided he could hear some commotion going on. Some casual talking, and laughing, not much else. Upon arrival, a few people nodded upwards at him, he heard someone say. "Ayy a Newbie!" Wolverine more or less rose a quick hand as if to acknowledge. Half the people here had their shirts off. Others were taking them off. Everyone was a mutant, Logan was sure. Humans were smart enough to know not to come here.

Just as James was considering asking someone what this was (though he didn't want to) a tall man with a large scar on cheek, wearing sunglasses, started clapping his hands together in loud, steady rhythm. Eight was all it took to quiet everyone down. "Welcome to Inferno's Fight Club." Logan quired a brow. The man continued. "Here are the rules, as given every night. First, you do not talk about fight club. Second, no shirts. Three, if the opponent taps out, says they quit, or are knocked out the fight is over. Four, 2 people a fight. Five, one fight at time. Six, you kill someone, you leave and take the body with you. Last but not least, if this your first time at fight club, you have to fight..." The man gave an amusing smile. "Let's get it started, first two fighters get in there, people get your bets up." He said walking towards a booth off to the side where a woman and another man were preparing to collect and separate betting money.

Wolverine smirked. They serious? Sounds like some sort of Brad Pitt Movie... Someone walked by and tapped the back of his shoulder. "'Ey, lose the shirt..." he kept moving. Logan looked at him, then looked around. Everyone was indeed taking off their tops, and preparing. He was surprised to see a few woman, who also stripped down to sports bras. ...Guess they are serious... Two men stepped forward into the invisibly formed circle, shaking themselves off, cracking knuckles, and preparing for duel. When the match started, so did the cheering. Logan took of his shirt, and sat back watching, for now... fight club had begun.

Location Daniel’s Inferno
OUTFIT Faded Jeans
NOTES Open to anyone, be creative as you wannabe
Music ”Where is My Mind” by The Pixies

Life was full of problems, but luckily, there was always the solution of just drinking them away...Unfortunately, it was going to take more than just drowning his mind in alcohol.

Which is why he had decided to follow the crowd. Every person in the entire bar it seemed had all exited down a staircase as the pub began to gradually empty. He wasn't one of the more curious types, but occasionally he was up for something new.

Leo had had a rough day, planning an assassination and scouting around the city, and had thought, as he had been doing very often recently, about the difference between right and wrong. Was the means to an end necessarily a justification, or was it an excuse? And no matter what he did, there was always that little bit of guilt holding on to him, or so it had been for the past few weeks. What he really needed to do, besides throw all of his cares out the window, was find a way to connect with his inner marine.

Fight Club. He chuckled, but on the inside praised the Lord that he had stumbled upon such a needed opportunity. Beating the snot out of someone and getting the snot beaten out of him sounded like a pretty good way to loosen up, dig deep, and screw all morals.

He followed suit, stripping the wife-beater off, showing his sculpted body. Large pecs, biceps, and triceps had deep shadows in the dim lights, as well as the abs that would have been envied by a lot of people there. But he wasn't there to compete, as many of them weren't, he had a feeling. They were all in a bar, drinking away their own problems, so what did they really have to gain other than release, being forced and beaten until they lost consciousness or had too many bruises to think about anything else other than their physical pain.

It made sense. And Leo decided he wanted in. He set his shirt aside, the gun he had with him at all times wrapped inside of it, and joined a group of fighters standing around waiting for it to begin. Armed with nothing but his muscles and cargo shorts, he leaned against the wall to watch the first fight. As it was his first time here, he'd have to fight eventually, and he was more than okay with that.

It had been a long f***ing day for Axel as well.

He had gone out, just like he said he would, and bought himself a cell phone. He had already put Val's and James' numbers in it. Then he had spent the next two hours picking out a ringtone that sounded a little like James Bond mixed with the hamster dance...Hey, it was the best one on there. He only had so much to work with, and it was either that or the Mexican Hat Dance. We all know why he chose the former.

After that, he had gone and taken the last half of the GED, total time of both days adding up to more than 400 minutes. It was fun...In the kind of way that knowing once you finish you can go and commit suicide in whatever way your imagination could think of. There was a possibility he might have done well on the math section. He had always been pretty good at math. And problem solving stuff was his forte too. But those were just two of the sections, and if he didn't do well on the others, he could just forget his high-school diploma.

And of course, after all of that, it was late, and he went to the bar for some grub. He was going to try to lay off the alcohol for a while, considering everything...If you really want to know, go to New York. He was pretty famous there not too long back.

But there was more than one reason why he had chosen a bar in mutant town, especially this one. "Back for more?" he was asked as he made the exit from the room above into the basement, where a morass of other mutants were gathered.

Axel shrugged off the comment from the guy who, in a nutshell, beat the s*** out of him before knocking him out cold three days ago. He didn't understand why he was back either, but he was.

Everybody had their own reasons. Some just like the rush of a fight, others had bosses that were dicks and would have gotten fired for attempted murder if they didn't have some sort of outlet for their frustrations. Axel...he was the odd one out, he felt. He was there for no other reason than to be there. He found it...well, fun! I mean, what's not fun about watching someone's ass getting handed to them, even if it is your own. This was a chance to see what you had in you, to test your limits then shatter them each time until you were unstoppable...Needless to say, Axel was pretty far from that point, but he was willing to work his way up.

And then there was always Valerie to think about. That one night in mutant town, they had both come very close to dying, and Axel couldn't help thinking that if he had done a little more fighting, they wouldn't have gotten themselves in such a bind. At least now, he'd be able to protect her from the beasts of the night...There was always him to worry about, but that was another matter entirely.

He stripped his upper body, revealing the three broad scars across his chest that had healed quite nicely, but not very incospicuously. They were like thin silver lines painted across his chest. There was also a large area near his hip where he had gotten shot with a shotgun at one point. That one he was actually pretty fond of. It was the first time he had ever really gotten shot at, and he got points for getting shot with a very painful gun, if he did say so himself. If anything, he considered all of his scars intimidating. Sort of like when a loud person starts yelling and stumbling around, he is automatically labeled drunk. Well, it works kind of the same way here. He's got some pretty nasty scars, so he must have seen a lot and dished out a lot himself if he was still alive.

He threw his shirts carelessly aside and started to scan the crowd. He wanted a fight, and he wanted it with a guy much bigger than himself. Not so much that it wouldn't be fair at all, and he'd be out in a heartbeat, but he definately wanted a challenge. He wasn't exactly big, because he was skinny, but he had muscle. Almost all of his mass was muscle, and though he may not have looked like a body-builder, he could hold his own...most of the time. That guy that had said something a little earlier, the one who knocked Axel out...Yeah, I just forgot to mention that he looked like Vin Diesel, only roughly twice his size. Question you have to ask yourself now is, am I exaggerating?

He found his opponent. Or at least, he found a guy that he'd go ask to be his opponent, and see if he accepted. This wasn't too much of a formal thing, and anger coupled with hatred towards the opponent did nothing to help calm you down. Your opponent should, in Axel's opinion, be a middle man to your emotions, not the cause.

The man Axel had chosen was pretty big, though not the biggest one in there. And Axel hadn't seen him there before. Of course, he had only been to two or three himself, but still. If the guy was new, he was going to have to fight eventually, so why not start with Axel? He looked him over one last time before casually walking over. "You and me got the next one?" he asked, nodding over to the fighting ring, or ring of people circled around the fight, in the middle of the room.

(OoC: just in case you didn't know, Wolverine, the guy I challenged was you )

w olverine leaned on the old column near the stairs, sipping down his beer as he watched a man with pitch black skin, which seemed to be steaming, face off against an otherwise normal looking guy that seemed to be far too fast for human taste. These fights were pretty good. Best of all, it didn't seem the guys much hated each other more than wanting to win the fight for the sheer gratification of victory. It gave the whole setting a sense of unofficial professionalism. That was good... no hard feelings either way then. He didn't have to feel bad for beating the snot out of whoever his opponent was. It was ironic that he'd just thought that when someone spoke to him.

"You and me got the next one?

Logan didn't even realized he was being spoken to initially, until his peripheral vision told him he was being looked at. "Eh? Me?" he was somewhat surprised. Was it that he looked like a chump? Or maybe it was because he was a newbie. He was short, but in no way small in the way of muscle. This guy had battle scars that looked like he'd fought in every war Wolverine had, and kept the scars, minus healing factor. He didn't look like the trouble making kind though. So he said he wanted a duel. As said earlier... unofficial professionalism. No hard feelings.

He looked back towards the fight, just he found that the black skinned guy caught the quickie in a headlock. The man quickly screamed surrender. Howlett saw why as soon as the other one let go, cheering, his skin turning normal again. The victim's neck had bright red burn marks all over it. That fight was over. Wolverine responded as he pushed himself off the wall. "You got it bub. He downed the rest of the beer and tossed it in the trash as he made his way to the center of the circle. He started cracking his knuckles, and neck making ridiculously loud noises as he did so. He passed by the scar face guy nodding at him. He nodded back as soon as he looked at Axel as well. It was silently decided that they were the next fight.

Logan looked back at his opponent, not having taken much of a stance. “Ready when you are, your move” he grunted.

Location Daniel’s Inferno
OUTFIT Faded Jeans
NOTES Open to anyone, be creative as you wannabe
Music ”Where is My Mind” by The Pixies

Axel couldn't tell if he felt good or bad about the man's indifference to him, but did it matter? He'd try his best to beat the guy, when in the end he knew he'd lose. Was it really a big deal if the guy cared?

They took their positions in the center of the room, and again, it scared him that the man acted as if he was perfectly safe just standing there. Axel blinked. He began to rethink this, as he had the other three times, but it would all become worth it later. "Alright then..."

The neck cracking was a nice touch, he had to admit. He didn't want to try it himself, almost 100% sure that he could do it, and he was afraid he'd hurt himself if he did. But he did stretch a little, then loosened up with a few small bounces, the moment before the fight in which the opportunity was taken to asses the opponent and plan the attack. He was doing neither. It was just fun to jump up and down and act like he knew exactly what he was doing. However, he did look at the guy and decided where he was going to attack as soon as he was ready.

He didn't care that he was being watched. He knew he was at least a better fighter than a few of them, and he didn't have so much ego that he thought he could beat the rest. He was content with knowing there was room for improvement.

He ran forward, feinting a shot to the face while delivering one to the stomach and immediately ready to dodge a retaliation shot by leaning back out of reach.

He could use his powers, yeah, but the point was....dull. There was no point if you used your powers. Then again, if blades sprouted from the guy's skin, he may consider revising his personal rule. He didn't want to, but hey. You don't bring a gun to a knife fight...Wait, wasn't it the other way around?

Leo watched as the first fight finished and the next one began. This one looked a little one-sided, but the smaller guy had challenged the bigger one this time. Perhaps the skinny one had some tricks up his sleeve. Who knew? Leo knew enough to not take things at face value. This might prove to be interesting to watch.

(I'm gonna sit out until someone else joins the thread so I'll have someone to fight. Meanwhile, you guys do your thing.)

t he heat was on, the crowd was ready. Howlett watched his opponent's stance closely. There nothing fancy about the hopping he was doing, unless it was some displaced, unknown form of street fighting. Still he was expecting anything from a tiger knee to a hadoken. Chances were the man was a mutant after all. He examined the path of his opponents eyes. The scarred up man had glanced at plenty of spots, but the stomach twice. It wasn't a sure shot that he was going to hit him there, but whether his guessing was right or not, he wouldn't let on anything by way of expression it never changed. He simply waited. The watchers were getting antsy. Finally came the charge.

Wolverine didn't move, nor even flinch at the man's tactics. He was expecting a punch at the face when he saw the fist coming but didn't even try to stop it. Instead, however a quick jab at the stomach that he predicted earlier, was what he ended up taking. Logan folded over slightly, with a minor grunt. The man was ready for a dodge as soon as it hit, however Logan hadn't even tried to attack. He had a plan about him at the least, but he saw him more as being overprotective of himself. A landed hit should've called for more punishment. Especially one that opened up for possible combo, like a double overing punch to the gut.

He wanted to see how hard the guy could hit, and he had to admit, he had an arm on him... but he was looking for a difference of quality between super strength and the average, that being whether it felt like a Captain America, or a UFC fighter's punch. Having tested the meddle of this man, he decided one free hit was enough to test his metal on him. From his somewhat doubled over position he stepped forward driving a powerful uppercut towards the man's jaw from below (of course immediately after the attempted dodge that he saw, he wasn't too anxious and exposed this opportunity having a slightly delayed attack). If this punch hit in instantaneous, abnormal sped jab would go for the stomach, and finally he'd knee the man from his bent over position (that he'd mostly likely be in after the knee, if it hit). He hoped the guy had more fight in him, he was just getting warmed up.

Location Daniel’s Inferno
OUTFIT Faded Jeans
NOTES Open to anyone, be creative as you wannabe
Music ”Where is My Mind” by The Pixies

He actually landed a hit, but it did little more than make the man grunt and bend a little forward. Not much...not enough to make him feel accomplished, much less proud of himself.

So the dodge had worked on the non-existant blow, and by the time the man had actually attacked, Axel had just about relaxed and barely managed to evade the uppercut but leaning back, almost unbalancing himself in the process, therefore unable to avoid the second jab at his stomach.

Okay, okay, so he probably wouldn't have been able to avoid it anyway, because the man's reflexes were pretty past...Pretty fast meaning at least double what Axel's had been. He was going to have to-

"Ngh!" The knee was pretty painful as well, especially since he was already bent over from the previous hit to the stomach, and his grunt was a little more noticeable. However, he too realized something about his opponent. Nothing that would help in the fight, but still interesting to know: he knew what he was doing.

Well, so did Axel. He wasn't as wimpy as he often made it seem, and was somewhat ready for the knee, grabbing it (after it made contact and done its damage) and wrapping an arm around it while sweeping his leg around to catch the back of the man's other ankle. He'd push against the mid-section with his shoulder and pull his only foot out from under him, hopefully tackling him to the ground. The man's shoulders and head would hit first if it had worked, and Axel, landing on top of him, would use the momentum of falling to give him a hard elbow in the side.

Now, you see, Axel was not a professional fighter. He didn't know any holds or anything that would give him the upper hand. He pretty much played it by ear. Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn't. He was used to failing, and equally used to getting lucky. He wondered which path today's confrontation would go in.

a ir, then a double connection. Despite this success, his opponent showed some more spunk as he grabbed him and tripped him to the ground. Logan wasn't exactly ready for this, but had been in similar situations. The man had been in countless battles and faced almost every possible adversity that hand to hand could offer. Whether or not the man realized it, he was using a sloppy form of Judo, which was often effective for counter attacking and making the enemy pay for the damage they inflicted. He was doing better than he probably thought he was.

Now on the ground he had to prepare for whatever was to come next. Of course, the quickest attack from this position. The elbow raised to come back down on him, but Wolverine was already way head of that. One hand caught it from the bottom and pushed upwards, the other would grab the wrist pull it outward, hard. This movement was one with intent break, by pushing the elbow upwards(/inwards). This could be prevented easily (though barely) given that the man raise himself up just slightly enough to prevent the actual breakage swiftly enough.

Whether the arm was broken or not Logan, while still holding it, would roll over to slam the guy over him, putting him face down in the ground. He'd be on his feet again at this point in one swift motion, with his left one on the man's back, arm held, twisted back at an obtuse angle. Whether the arm was broken before or not, this was an extremely painful submission technique.

Location Daniel’s Inferno
OUTFIT Faded Jeans
NOTES Open to anyone, be creative as you wannabe
Music ”Where is My Mind” by The Pixies

((Hope you kids don't mind, I'm gonna pop in here as Danny. I figure that the Sharpshooter might like a one-on-one with a fellow gunslinger. :3 Poetic... and stuff. And that. Yeah. <.<))

It was called Daniel's Inferno. The incredibly stylish, rich man with a knowing smirk on his lips was called Daniel. Coincidence?

Doubtful.

The club had been around as long as District X had, more or less, in one form or another. It was only in the past eight years that it had been known as Daniel's Inferno and one of the hottest places to come for mutants, whatever you wanted or needed. It provided almost anything, but there was very little illegality going on here. No MGH was pushed, under pain of death, and the mutant gangs knew that their dirty dealings and gangland shoot outs did not happen even close to the club. There was a slightly scary air around it, for those who knew where to look, but for the majority of the customers it was just a really great place to do.

He'd been upstairs when the place was closing, and had been nodded off to by Ed that the last of the customers were out. When that happened, he had taken off his cowboy get up- especially the guns. His muscular frame was only draped in a pair of worn, stonewashed jeans and beaten brown cowboy boots without spurs. He tied his hair back and wrapped his hands tightly in boxing tape. Headed downstairs, he nodded to a few of the regulars whom he knew and gave the referee, such as he was, a nod, too. No one really knew what his ties were to the club, and he liked it that way. He was just the pretty boy who liked to scrap, with the fast hands. Sure, he wasn't any stronger than your average person, but he was quick and his hand-eye co-ordination was almost unparalleled.

With his blue wings folded tightly to his body to avoid bumping into anybody who took a stand against the wall, next to a short-haired brunette with a stubble goatee. Giving him a friendly nod, he watched the match for a while. The hairy grunt he recognized easily as Wolverine; he knew him from his time in the mansion, and wondered briefly if the cigar smoker would recall him at all. He'd been on Lawrence's squad for most of his time there and had been on no missions with Logan, but he'd also been a bit of a big personality in the mansion. Deciding that he didn't care much, since he doubted Logan would go running back to the mansion to tell everybody that he was alive, he instead gave the man in the cargo shorts next to him a gentle nudge with his wing. “Hey. Name's Ro,” he said, giving neither his Brotherhood codename or his real name. “Fancy taking the next match with me?” he asked, his slightly Texan accent showing through.

He looked like little more than a purple-eyed pretty boy with big blue wings, but he doubted that anyone in this club was as shallow minded as most humans. They wouldn't take him at face value, which could be a problem in the fight, but he was going up against people who knew how to receive and dish out beatings. Rōnin was a trained killer, one of the best, and while marksmanship was his forte, close quarter combat and he were not strangers. Dancing and combat made for interesting bedfellows, too, and the agility that he'd learned as a dancer (with many dance styles under his belt) came in very useful when he fought.

He looked the man up and down; there was a noticeable difference in their height. The guy was 5'9”, Dan was 6'3”. They weighed about the same, though, despite Dan appearing the slighter built, for his extra height. Still, there was something about the man that said 'military training'. Rōnin, having been there himself in many different forms, could guess that sort of thing. He looked like a worthy challenge, and as he flexed his muscles slowly and carefully in preparation for the fight, he subtly observed the man.

Since Axel was already kneeling, it wasn't too hard to stand up against the pressure against the back of his elbow. It still hurt like hell, and although he had managed by some miracle to avoid getting his arm broken in the process, all of his weight pulling on one end and the other dude's arm on the other, there was a loud pop and Axel yelled.

One thing that proved helpful in a fight was to not care how stupid one looked. Embarrassment was just another weakness that led to anger, which led to irrationality and eventually defeat...Luckily, Axel didn't care one way or another if his pride was injured in the process of winning, or even if he won for that matter.

But hell, even his opponent would have to admit how awesome he looked when he managed to avoid an arm-lock. As the man started to twist and stand up, Axel, using his dexterity that he had perfected to become the magician he was today, kept his shoulder from locking backwards by shuffling his feet and rotating his body. He rolled with the man, using the guy's own momentum of standing to pull himself up.

If he had managed to make it out of the lock, however, there was still the problem that he was inches from the bigger, much more experienced guy, it appeared. Not even thinking before he did it, he jerked his head upwards in a backwards headbutt, aiming his forhead for the nose of the opponent. This, performed correctly, had the potential to injur the victim. Axel's way, however, had the potential to injur the victim, and also himself. If he did manage to land his attack, he would grab his head and hiss at the self-inflicted pain.

If there was no pain, he'd immediately follow up with a back-hand swing aimed for the jaw. That is, if the previous attack didn't work. He'd be a little too dizzy to follow up immediately after that one.

So his elbow still hurt, and he was pretty sure he had done something to it...Could an elbow be dislocated? Axel hadn't thought about it before now, but he was pretty sure he was going to found out soon. Whether during the fight, or afterwards, when he had to visit the hospital to keep from internal hemorrhaging.

a nd so the great Houdini slipped his way out of a difficult position. The guy's flexible Wolverine had to mentally admit. Most would have been too distracted by the pain of what'd just happened to their arm to respond in such a manner. This one had more fight in him than the average though. He ended up in front of Logan, and what was bound to happen was the hea-... BAM!! Logan had only somewhat countered the blow by brining his head down to it, but it hurt like hell anyways. What the man might feel though, was something like a metal bowling ball hitting him.

Logan let go of the man's arm, not so much do to the head butt but rather because he had a better idea of what to with his hands. He, after noticing the dizziness that his opponent was dealing with, could've hit him at the base of his neck from where he was, for a quick knock out. But that was no fun. He liked how this was going so far and decided how long the guy would last in a straight brawl. So he turned him around one way, and swung to knock him across the face, being sure to aim for the temple in the process with his right arm. If impact was made, and audible metal CLANK! would sound. His left arm would then go to do the same on the other side.

Though Wolverine choose not to go with the high nerve disruption knock out, at the base of the neck, the fact still remained that two hard a hit to the head in the wrong place could serve for instantaneous knock out... for some people anyways. This type of deal was never a sure thing, but the chances of it happening were almost as high as the chances of the person to still have fight in them afterwards. Either way as a final attack in this barrage, he'd go for a solar plexus punch... maybe take the edge of the head and let him thing about where the air in his lungs went.

Location Daniel’s Inferno
OUTFIT Faded Jeans
NOTES Open to anyone, be creative as you wannabe
Music ”Where is My Mind” by The Pixies

What felt almost like coming into contact with one of those destructo-balls seen attached to the crane in the cartoons, Axel staggered a bit away, but not enough to get out of reach of the arm that came and hit him hard across the side of the head, with a busted cheek and a resulting loud metal clank.

He would have thought more about why it sounded so metallic, except that he was busy watching the stars dancing around his head. As a reflex, he had brought his hands up to cover both sides of his face, and the second attack landed in the middle of his forearm, where he was sure there was going to be some sort of nasty bruise the size of a fist tomorrow.

He continued to watch as the biggest star danced in front of him, bouncing until it overlayed the man's head, and with a wink from its misleadingly happy face, there was a sudden explosion of pain in his upper stomach and the star disappeared in a flash. The dizziness in his head left with the air in his lungs, only to return when the momentary lack of oxygen caused his brain to rebel. He took a few steps backwards to keep himself on his feet, blinking away his swimming sight and shaking his head before straightening up from his bent-over winded position.

This was going to be a hard fight, he could tell. And he knew the guy could have won moments ago after the headbutt. But he guessed they both wanted to see how much abuse he could take. He wasn't quite at his limit. He smiled humorously and wiped the blood from his face.

Although he hadn't hurt the man all that much, Axel was fueled by the fact that he was still in the fight. It was almost unnatural how resilient this guy was, though. The gut punch and the headbutt had almost done nothing to phase him! And now it felt like Axel had been beaten with a metal bar. Who was he fighting, and where could he get that in shape?

The man was definately bigger, but Axel was sure that he was faster, more lithe and quick on his feet, than the bulk on the man. He staggered a little bit before he finally found his balance again, and though his head felt like a watermelon smashed with a meat tenderizer, he was going to stay in for a while longer. Now he was finally in fighting mode...the main difference between this and regular mode was now it actually looked like it was possible he knew what he was doing.

He was keeping a wide berth, keeping to the edges of the circle and walking around, waiting and concentrating on the man's next attack, ready to dodge and retaliate with a kick to an exposed rib or back. He was fast, so he wasn't too worried about getting caught, but he was a little bruised and lightheaded, so there was no telling what would happen next.

w olverine let off a small smirk after his last assault. The guy was still standing. Did he have the mutant ability of willpower? Or maybe he was hiding something. Most men probably would’ve been down by now, either from getting angry and making Logan’s job that much easier, or pulling back to save themselves further pain. He had to admit though, he as holding back some to see what else he had to offer. His opponent had backed up to create some distance between us. He looked more confident despite the battle wounds. Maybe he thought he figured something out.

Besides he could tell that now the guy was waiting. What was he going for a counter attack? Smart move… in most situations. However he wasn’t dealing with an average guy. What the fighter didn’t know was that James Howlett was an animal. An animal bred for killing, an man who’s been through countless wars, and survived them as a hero. He has been branded a killer and a savior, a man and a menace, a mutant and a freak of nature. Even the strongest, fastest, and smartest of opponents have fallen to their knees in the wake of the feral product of weapon X. Was he about to show him the reason that he was the best at what he did? No. That would require ripping the poor guy to shreds. But he would very quickly hint at him that he was facing off against a legend.

Now, a stance would be taken. Now the short, muscle mass of a grunt would crouch low, smirking slightly, to show his slightly elongated canines. God forbid if the man he was facing off against blinked, for in a split of a second Logan had launched from his spot all the way over to the man on the outskirts of the inner circle, one hand grabbing for his throat and the other going for his face in a mauling pounce. The scarred man would quickly find that his speed was one of his greater attributes as the swiftness in which he cleared the distance from him to his opponent, as well as how quickly his blows went off, were inhumanly fast. This time he wouldn’t stop, whether they hit the ground or not, he’d continue to swing metallic strength punches at his face and upper body in a flash of speed and power. The Wolverine wasn’t just a man who could fight, he was born for this.

Location Daniel’s Inferno
OUTFIT Faded Jeans
NOTES Berseker Barrage, No Rage, No Knives
Music ”Where is My Mind” by The Pixies

Axel quickly realized that he had made a fatal mistake in underestimating his opponent. The elongated canines sparkling from the guy's mouth distracted him, and he only had time to widen his eyes and duck half an inch before contact was made.

If he was already having difficulty breathing before, having the entire weight of a man that was now obviously much more than a man knock you to the ground with sheer force directed solely on his throat was enough to cut off all air-circulation. He had barely even seen the guy move before he was on him, spreading a rain of punches all over his face and body. With every hit, he grew more sore, aware that at times the pressure caused a split lip or busted cheek.

So, that, added to the fact that he couldn't quite breath, made Axel panic a little. He flexed against the heavy hand around his neck and sucked in the precious air with a loud gasp. As soon as the little bit of oxygen reached his brain, he realized he needed to calm down. He could always tap out...That probably wouldn't happen, but if he was on the verge of death, he might be forced to...in any case, there was no reason to fear for his life, right? Just get the big guy off of him. Easier said than done, but hey, can't blame a guy for trying. If this man was bringing out his animal side, then Axel would have to fight back accordingly, or at least try to.

He wrapped a hand around the wrist of the arm holding him by the throat while the other shot forward and grabbed for the other man's throat, knowing that he was taller than the fierce fighter in front of him and therefore should have longer arms. If his hypothesis was correct, he might be able to push the man far enough off of him to get the hands off of him for a split second, which was all he needed. He'd send his own knee upward into the man's gut then, and then place his feet firmly on the man's stomach before pushing upward hard in an attempt to flip him onto his back with Axel following very shortly after, being sure to land his knees hard into the ribs while punching at any square inch he could reach.

As an act of desperation, Axel had used almost every ounce of his being that hadn't been beaten to s***, and was now sporting extremely painful injuries, including a lost tooth, he thought he had spit out just a second ago. So much for getting that one fixed. Axel didn't have a job to actually get any dental benefits.

t he thrill of the fight was surging through Logan's veins, but it was nothing like the rage that happened when all went red. Then punches weren't pulled. Here he didn't want to kill the guy, but a lesson needed to be taught. When he saw the panic on his face, he knew it wouldn't be long then. However an arm came up in defiance as the man rose to the challenge and grabbed his neck. A valiant effort, but Logan wasn't that blind. He grabbed the wrist when he felt it pushing upwards. He obviously wanted him to get off of him, which accounted for the leg below attempting to rise. He'd try to pull the man's arm from his throat, but it was much too late for that. The leg had almost made it to where it needed to be to push him off. Logan didn't let it. He hopped off the guy, backwards as soon as the man kicked up.

He felt the force of the attack, but as he was backing up already, he didn't get much of the damage. Back on his feet, he wasted no time to grab the man's kicking foot to drag him on the ground towards him while sending another devastating blow to his jaw, while bring him forward. After that attack, he'd let go and side step around him, giving him a few feet of distance... enough to keep from getting tripped up by one of the man's legs if attempted. "You gotta lotta spunk kid.” he complimented in his gruff voice as he shook out his arms and head a bit. "But, I don't wanna kill ya, I don't much fancy havin' t' take a body outta here.” he said a deathly serious tone. However anyone that knew him could tell he was joking. Too bad this guy didn't know him.

Location Daniel’s Inferno
OUTFIT Faded Jeans
NOTES Open to anyone, be creative as you wannabe
Music ”Where is My Mind” by The Pixies

Fail. Actually, it was a pretty epic fail, in the sense that had it worked it would have been epic. Now, though, it kind of looked a little pointless and on the pitiful side. He managed to get the man off of him, or the guy got off of him by his own free will it seemed, and he was pulled forward by the foot into a fist.

It shoved his jaw upward into his mouth. A loud crack resulted, but he was pretty sure he hadn't chipped a tooth or anything. It might have been the metal clanking that continuously sounded every time a punch connected or was thrown. It made Axel wonder about the man and if he had a mutation or not.

He backed up as well, struggling to get to his feet before he was attacked. The threat, however, stopped him dead in his tracks. Was...was he being serious? Nothing in the voice indicated it, but was there a twinkle of humor there? Was it enough to make Axel risk his life in an attempt to find out? All were valid enough questions to make him tap out.

But something about this entire fight...it was like his mind was telling him one thing, but his body was telling him another. The pain only fueled the need for more, even against his logic telling him that if he didn't get out now, then very bad things were going to happen. The promise of very bad things also egged him on. This was a side of him rarely seen. The dangerous side. The side that had killed those two guys in the street at three in the morning. The side that put self-preservation and endurance at the forefront of the battlements, and though he may not be able to beat this man in physical prowess or speed, he was determined to fight until he couldn't anymore...

It was why he liked this place so much. He liked feeling this way. It made him feel alive. It made him stronger and much more prepared when it came to controlling himself in tight situations. One day, they would get him in trouble if he didn't get them under control very soon. (See Wanted: Mutant Murderer.) Yep, soon he would regret his lack of control.

Anyway, back to the fight. He had put his fists up after shaking himself off as well. "Same here. I don't think I could lift you, though." He smiled, indicating his own joke. A couple of spectators laughed, since it was indeed humorous that he was threatening the guy kicking his ass, and it was also believable that he wouldn't be able to get the larger fighter anywhere by himself.

He charged in, still smiling, throwing an uppercut with one fist and a side punch with the other, following by a knee to the groin while throwing an elbow at his face. He doubted more than one would land, but he was tired of just waiting. He wanted his offense to actually get something done for a change.

y up, this one was amusing. Wolverine smirked, showing his sense of humor for a the second he had before the stubborn guy barraged him. He saw him coming, but he honestly didn't think he'd have any real fight in him left to do any damage. He misjudged. The uppercut hit him square under the jaw, to be followed by another punch in the face, busting his lip. The groin hit was probably the worse, but it had to stop there... nope. Across the face came the elbow to the eye, opening a wound to the side of it. Every attack fueled him, gave him the drive to fight. He was slightly folded to let the pain of the groin knee pass.

However when the man looked up, the smile on his face... that smile that held raw savagery, said that his opponent had just opened a can of worms. Pain seemed to be just what he needed to make it real to him. The fangs in mouth seemed to grow, or maybe it just looked like they were as his minor wounds healed instantly. He roared in pursuit of victory.

Should a man have blinked they would've missed the flash of a jab, a headbutt, and a full strength arm bar to Axel's neck that would knock down any man short of the physical resilience of Steve Rogers himself. Instead of letting him fall though he'd hook his arm around him, go behind the man then punch his other fist in the back of his neck.

Snikt!

Two, foot long blades came out on either side of the man's neck, just far enough to clear it. A third knife barely extended at all, in the middle, pricked the back of his neck. "Match, set.” grunted Logan.

Location Daniel’s Inferno
OUTFIT Faded Jeans
NOTES Open to anyone, be creative as you wannabe
Music ”Where is My Mind” by The Pixies

Axel was in disbelief as all of his hits landed in their intended spots, even drawing blood a little. The smile on his face, still present from before the attack, had grown into a cheshire grin, only to disappear moments later when it was returned by the man in a more sadistic manner.

Perhaps it was an illusion, but the small cut underneath the man's eye from Axel's elbow had disappeared, and he recovered quickly from the groin shot, which was something few people could do without a mutation. Very little time was given to reflect on all of this, because he was taken down with a jab, headbutt and arm to the neck, all so quickly that he was only just moving his arm in a late attempt to block the first blow. As he began to fall from the effective attacks, he was caught and pulled back up, rescuing him from meeting the ground with a heavy thud. He was actually sure he would have preferred the cold floor, since now he was held up by the man's arm and at the mercy of his next attack.

The punch to the neck was painful enough, but the added effects of the blades were the final decision-makers. Two knives slid broadside across the sides of his neck, while a third poked at the back. He could still feel the fist pressed against his skin, and it confused him to no end. However, solving the riddle wasn't at the forefront of his mind at this point.

A summation of Axel's injuries: a punch and a knee to the stomach, a dislocated elbow, two very large bumps on his head, a bruise on his forearm, a sore diaphragm, choked throat, numerous injuries from being used as a punching bag, a lost tooth, a pretty nasty uppercut, hard jab, another headbutt, an arm to the neck, and a fist to the back of the neck. He had a feeling if the man hadn't been holding him up at this point, he would be on the ground right now.

And for the first time since the fight began, Axel took a breath and, out of ideas, considered the option of giving in. He was actually in a tight spot, a knife to his neck, and though he wanted to react with his own really cool and insurmountable retaliation in a display of his own powers, his head hurt too much and there was hardly anything to use his powers on. After a few seconds of decision-making, he went limp in a show of submission, and because his trembling muscles just wouldn't let him fight anymore. He was okay with it, actually. He had a feeling his opponent could have easily taken him out early on, and he was thankful the man let him last this long. He'd be stiff and sore in the morning, but he learned a little from the battle tonight.

w olverine smiled. A real one. It was half a centimeter from a smirk but didn't quite break even there. When the man went limp he instantly retracted the adamantium edges, in a speed that may have hinted at the fact that the slow motion in which they jutted out was purely for effect and finesse... should he have not been a man that prided himself in the art of combat, or cared little for lives, the one who he now dropped from his grasp wouldn't have his now.

The man would drop slickly thanks to the light coat of sweat that now glossed his body. As the cheers roared and the announcer deemed the newcomer victor, someone tossed a white towel from the side, which he used to dry his sweat damped cheeks and chest then threw it around his neck. The color quickly changed to something resembling a dingy brown. The beast would go take casual seat, and light a cigar taken from his back pocket. Lucky that didn't break... might've triggered a rage. But hey all's well that end's well. His eyes crossed the man he'd just beaten and gave him his nod of approval. It was all he'd need to know that he wouldn't have to worry about coming in contact with him in a REAL fight... given he didn't somehow make his bad list that is... you did NOT want to be on Logan's badlist...

Location Daniel’s Inferno
OUTFIT Faded Jeans
NOTES Open to anyone, be creative as you wannabe
Music ”Where is My Mind” by The Pixies