T1 Realistic Melee. No projectiles.

Setting: Parking Lot, Empty.

Time: Mid-Day.



Time Limit; 2 days between posts. I hate getting stuck in a fight where the oponent just..stops. Excuses will be accepted if PMed.

SubjectThirteen, you may post first, as you made the challenge.

"....Walking down the street one day" the cadence sang itself into his mind. "....I met a total stranger"

He looked out the window of the C130, coming up fast, but still in the distance was a large parking lot. It seemed that whatever Umbrella was sending him for this time, was waiting down there.

"He asked me what I wanted to be" his mind continued to sing as the captain gave his brief, the sun that seeped into the windows of the plain coating over the tabs sewn into the shoulder of his jumpsuit. 'Corporal Stain!' yelled the pilot. 'It's time!' he informed the in what appeared to be a S.W.A.T team suit. Volin held up his hand, extending a single thumb as he stood up, attached his static line and ran toward the back of the plain. 'GO GO GO!!' yelled the captain as Corporal Volin stain, 101st Airborne Division made his first Paratrooper jump. "I said an airborne ranger"

His fall was fast, slowled only a few moments after his exit by his shoot deploying. He checked his gear. For this mission, Umbrella specified that he could not use any firearms. His single combat knife was attached to the back of his right hip, as well as around three feet of 4-40 cord, ranger braided around his right wrist. He pulled hard on his risers as he neared the ground, using the usual P.L.F to land safely on one knee. The shoot slowly wafting to the ground behind him. He unhooked the shoot quickly. So as not to be picked up in the next breeze. He would recover the shoot after the mission was complete. For now, he tossed the shoots pack on top of it and took a look around, removing his helmet and tossing it too on top of the fallen parashute.

"Stain to command, I've made my landing in the lot, beggining mission. Stain Out"

Tough Love. That's what they called it, it went beyond simple training. Tossed into a situation, fighting someone..anyone, armed with only non-lethal weaponry, and being told they carried whatever weapon they wished..guns aside. It was tough alright. But Love? That was just the running gag. There was no love for the grunts. That went double for Doc.

Standing in his combat fatigues; Standard issue Digi Camo, Desert Print on top, Desert Boots below. Standard vest, sporting only frontal Sapi plates, a combined weight of eight pounds. Slung over the vest was a normal combat webbing; Sheath for two knives and a small medpack slung under one arm. They wouldn't be used anyway..just left on his gear.

As far as weapons went..well, try not to laugh to hard. Clasped in the right gloved hand was a stun gun. Max voltage 10,000 volts, 'bout as strong as one they give to ladies these days. Slung into a makeshift holster on his left hip was the second weapon; about four feet of thick chain, rated for towing..with a squared off Masterlock holding the ends together. The only other things that could be called weapons were his gloves...his MITS, Hatch SOG-HK300 Operator HK Gloves. Kevlar lined, hardened knuckles...the whole nine yards. The only augmentation that has been done to them was the addition of ball bearings in the knuckle guards, using the inner foam to protect his hands while dealing extra damage with each blow.

The opponent chose an interesting way to arrive, 'chuting in n'all. It was a good show to say the least. With a click, plastic catch releasing, Doc shrugs off the combat netting. Keeping the medpack attached to his vest at the back though, old habits die hard. Not a tall man, or exceptionally heavy..ranging about 5'8'' and on the 160 side of things, he wasn't all that imposing. But he was quick, and used to a much higher combat weight load. Mobility would not be an issue, even with the vest on. Training had set in him ways of moving fast while still retaining his load.

Cracking his neck, left and then right..he watches the opponent remove the pack and toss it to the side. Stun Gun on, finger above the trigger, he waits.

Stain hadn't seen something like the enemy in quite a while. From his analyses, he was a combat medic, frontal kevlar keeping him safe from most straight forward attacks. Stain smirked, not yet bothering to draw his knives. His body was much less armored than the foe's. He'd only had on his forearm and shin guards that were standard for this suit. Nothing protected his chest but his thin, combat vest. The umbrella symbol on the left pectoral an obvious indicator of his origin.

He watched intently as the enemy flicked on his stungun. He was sure that even with all his armor, the foe was still light on his feet. Medics had to be. But Volin had the advantage. His load was lighter, and so was he himself. He was much more manueverable than the enemy if he'd had to guess. He smirked, and dashed off toward the enemy, head down slightly, arms tucked inward.

Doc watched the other man closely, the red umbrella standing out as a curiosity to him, who was this man with? It wasn't all that important...most likely civilian contractor. Clicking the button on the Stun Gun sent lightning crackling between the two metal prongs, snapping loudly. It wasn't for show, he wasn't trying to scare the opponent...he was just worried it didn't have batteries. A big joke 'here's your tazer..sorry it's dead haha' kinda thing. But it worked, as the smell of ozone hit his nose. Worked just fine.

The opponent was dashing towards him now, odd move. But oh well. Bracing himself, feet shifting slightly for a stronger placement he readies himself for the impact that was sure to come. The right hand held the zapper, ready to strike should the other man get to close, while the left hand drifts down to touch the chain.

It was a thick chain; rated at towing strength..this chain could help a truck pull heavy objects and not even bend a link, as such each link was quite thick. With the addition of the lock, holding the two ends together, the 'weapon' weighed about ten pounds. Heavy, but flexible due to it's nature. Hand gripping the chain tightly...the Opponent would regret running in. He may be slightly more agile...but not to the degree most would think. Modern vests weren't as hard and stiff as older models. With only the frontal plates in place the whole vest was rather easy to move in. Plus...if it got in the way to much...the releases were well within his power to hit.

Ready for the opponent, standing his ground..Doc watches. The chain could hit at mid distance, while the Stun Gun was good for close-range. Stain was running at a wall, he just hadn't realized it yet, and this wall could hit back.

Stain smirked as his dash rode on, he wasn;t sure why the man had turned on his tazzer so quickly, but then again, he didn't care. As he got gloser to his opponent. His game was sheer speed. Approaching this quickly meant even the most adjile of men wouldn't be able to land a blow with a mid-range Melee weapon, he wasn't sure about undermining the tazzer, but then again never was entirely certain.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. As he reached the man at his high speed shoot, he stopped on his left foot, bouncing on the heel to seemingly smash his knee into the opponent's chest. Sapi plates, which he assumed the enemy was wearing, were tough, but a good strike to them would knock the body behind them off balance. This may have been what Volin was looking for. His form seemed absolutely flawless, his leg was bent to a perfect ninety degrees, his left arm up and bent beside his head, braced to prevent any serious injury from a counter attack, while his right hand was low at his side to prevent the enemy from having anything to reach out and zap before Volin's knee connected. As Stain moved forward in his attack he smirked. The first move is always the best.

Stain's attack wasn't entirely unexpected. Elbows and knees are a favored weapon to most fighters, the toughness of the bones creating devastating damage where they hit. An elbow would have been to weak from the stance of the moving man, so the only attack that would make sense would be a knee thrust. As the opponent's body moved, raising a knee to send it towards Doc's chest...Doc simply moved.

Twisting at the waist, leaning back some, a quick move with the right hand. Seeing no need to use the zapper yet he let his forearm come into contact with the knee. The motion of twisting his mass let his hand press against the knee's side, shifting the momentum of the opponent's attack to the side slightly. The knee would still hit him, but only his left arm, doing no damage of real value. In the heart of this action there was no real action AGAINST the opponent, only a guide for his momentum.

Bending the left arm's elbow with the impact and adding some force as the knee hits..his hand pressing up into the shin guard of the attacking leg. The fingers would grip the guard, as the arm lifts higher..using the shift of mass the dodge created to attempt lifting the opponent's leg higher and removing his balance. Anticipating some form of counter or further action from Stain, as he wouldn't just let his leg get taken like this, Doc prepares a further move, his weight gathering behind the clenching hand. Should Stain try to move free or attack in any way Doc would shift his weight forward to toss Stain to the ground.

If no action is taken however Stain will lose his balance and stumble slightly or fall.

In the back of Volin's mind, he knew exactly what the enemy was thinking. A knee lift was easy enough to dodge, and with his extremely firm stance planting him to the ground, the enemy's upper body motion all the sense in the world... and this was why Volin had rushed in and knee'd without coming off the ground.

As his knee sailed upward and the enemy leaned to his side, Volin did exactly what he'd planned in the first place. As he leaned forward, placing his right foot on the enemy's right thigh as he shifted out of the way, he used it to lift himself upwards and into the air slightly, twisting his body so that his left leg spun around and placed him atop the enemy's shoulders, where his sailing forearm that would have made contact to stain's leg served as the perfect catch point.

The best way to describe the technique was a seated postion on top of the enemy's shoulders with his legs crossed as though he were sitting in a chair. However, his right foot hooked under the bend of his left knee, locking itself in place. While the opposite leg came to hook itself around the enemy's left side. Under his arm and to his back, this would not only limit the movement of the arm holding the tazzer leaving it only able to be turned at the elbow, but decrease the blood flow even moreso. He gripped the wrist of the arm that decided not to grab for the chain, but instead defend from his knee, and punished it for it's foolishness. He lifted it high, leaning forward and constricting his thighs on the enemy's neck all at once. All of this in one fluid, jumping motion.

The key was in the momentum of the initial knee. By stopping short then leaning into the attack with his foot still planted. Volin could shift the momentum whereever he needed in order to execute his next move. Figuring the enemy would lean out of the way, what better direction to have the momentum going but straight forward? The leg of the enemy, which was planted so firmly to the ground as it seemed, was a perfect platform to step on. Now for the kicker of this signature hold. It was a combonation lock as Volin called it. It was a sleeper hold, clasping off the arteries in the neck that led to the brain with his legs. A restraint hold, limiting mobility in the upper body to nearly none, and last but not least, a resistance hold. As Volin leaned forward, gravity would be the thing to end the battle, the enemy had two choices with the positioning of Volin's body, given the fact that he had less than around six seconds before he would be unconcious anyhow. He could roll with the fall, or he could try to resist and take serious damage to his back and pass out. As the fall persisted, the left leg of the attacker would rapidly be pulling back on the enemy's shoulder, further limiting arm movement, the question was, what could he do now?

[ Sorry if that's confusing. Krav Maga takes alot out of you to type out the techniques. They look kinda mod just because you have to point out that it's one fluid motion and not some huge string of attacks. Buuuut yeah... six seconds.... ]

(OOC I need to see what this looks like honestly, I re-read it twice and got confused both times, anyway you can find a google image of this hold being done?



EDIT* I think I got it some...

Basicaly you're kinda usin my one leg as a lift to leap up and wrap your legs around my neck and sit there? Then you try to grab my left arm to lift it into the air, while leaving forward to try to make me fall as I pass out?

If I got it let me know...I know a way to get out of this if Im right.)

Though the opponent's movements were not understood by Doc, one truth was easy to understand; Do not let this man climb you. With that in mind the rest was easy enough to set into motion. As the attacker still needed to lead with his knee the events set in motion before, grabbing the guard on the shin, would have transpired as well. With this grip in place...the attacker's leap would have been stopped.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off!"

As the rear foot leaves the ground, Stain in the air now, a roll of the shoulder would send force against the shin of the thrusting knee, through the gripping hand. The foot stepping on the thigh of Doc would be acted against, as the body of Doc twists back to the front now, adding force to the move against the shin. Not one to just let a man play Jungle Gym on him..Doc was attempting to shove Stain off. Interrupted now, and off balance from losing his footing Stain would need to think fast before he is shoved back and onto the ground.

What happened was this:

-Stain's knee thrust met with the twist of Doc's body and the grip of his hand.
-Stain leapt forward, using Doc's thigh as a step, as the hand still gripped there shoves outward.
-Doc's body twists back to the front adding force to the shove, acting against Stain's mass which by this time was in the air.
-Stan now had to recover his balance before hitting the ground. Right leg shoved, left leg flinging out to try a hook.
-With the braced position supporting Doc's shove, as well as using his body's motion to add force to it's power, Doc's push would act against the stationary support of Stain..his right foot, causing it to be dislodged or his balance to be lost. Either outcome would result in an interruption of the attack and need a suitable recovery before action could be taken. Ending results range from simply falling to the ground to sustaining impact damage on the hard ground. Regardless the 'step' that was Doc's thigh is now inaccessible.

The problem with complex moves, like the one Stain tried to use, was they require perfect timing and a stationary opponent. Most submission type moves aren't attempted on a fighter still on his feet, or one not dazed. The struggles of even untrained people can be enough to end a complex move before it even starts. By ignoring the hand gripping his shin guard..Stain left himself open to interruption.

Okay, I'm a fair player, you apparently really didn't understand the fundamentals of the hold... cause what you just did would've made it three times worse. I'll allow a repost, but I'm gonna type out what would've happened had I not.

Volin smirked lightly. Every enemy in the world tried the same thing, keep him from climbing and push him off. But they all had the single dumbest way of doing it. The enemy slid his hand up to catch Volin, the hand itself was an even better balace for the spin. Now, instead of landing on the enemy's shoulders with his legs wrapped around his neck, Stain would've landed on the enemy's shoulders in the same way, but with the enemy's hand crossing over and up his throat, further boosting the level of pressure to the wind pipe as well as the loss of blood flow. As Volin fell forward, he straightened his legs and rolled his upper body forwards, slamming the enemy back first into the ground, scraping his arm along the concrete, pushing the air out of his lungs, grabbing his wrist and lifting upwards all at once. This would have not only put the enemy "asleep" in around four seconds, but done extreme damage to his back, his neck, his arm and shoulder and windpipe.

The mistake was in the raising of the arm, raising it only aided the spiraling momentum and dropped the right leg bellow the defending arm.


Or, if I read that wrong and you pushed him off and out to the side.

Volin laughed softly as a loud snap was heard, the enemy toppling beneath his foot. When he'd jumped up onto the enemy's leg, the enemy's motion let him know that he wouldn't be getting onto his shoulders. So, instead, Volin allowed the extemely high amount of momentum on himself to shift down and through the leg stepping on the enemy's upper thigh, when the enemy attempted to move, around 450+ pounds of force slammed down and inward on his upper leg, dislocating his hip.

- Now, if you wanna go ahead and give up, that's cool too, but after the match is over, I'll explain to you the best way to prevent this attack from doing any damage. You have to remember that Krav Maga is created to disarm and Neutralize, that combined with the scientific law that almost everything has a backup, and every action a reaction should have played key clues.

No, see, what happened was this:

Your knee (Right) moved forward and Doc twisted away at the waist, his hand (left) catching a grip onto the shin guard as the foot (still right) would place upon the thigh. The leg (left now) would swing up in an ATTEMPT at hooking the neck of Doc, as this happens the hand (left still) shoves against the foot (right yet again) as Doc twists his body straight again to add more oomph to the resulting shove.

End result is your pushed away, the attempted hooking of the leg (left) would not occur as your mass is propelled backwards and away from Doc. Best case? You recover and land. Worst case? You fall either on your back from the force of the push or on your face as your forward momentum and left leg carry you into a tumble in the air.

Now, if you are trying to say that your leg hooked and snagged and there is nothing I can do to stop you...Im sorry, but that's an auto. You ATTEMPTED to hook Doc's neck with the leg (left) and as you would be both in motion and in the air you would meet against an opposite reaction (Shove). Now, I've done Marine Martial arts and a few years of Judo. I know what happens when your support leg gets shoved out when you're using it to push into a leap. You fall backwards on your ass. You do not carry onward in some crazy flying leg lock.

Also, by shoving at the foot and twisting Doc's body..the hip would NOT dislocate. As someone who has quite an extensive history dealing with both human annatomy and injuries I can say that the hip joint is one of the strongest most versitile joints on the body. It supports your weight, putting up with the mechanical failure that each step brings...a controlled fall aided by forward momentum. As such I would like to know where '450+ pounds' of force come from? Do you weigh that much? How are you directing your 'momentum' into a foot that has been shoved out from under you?

You failed in your post to counter or avoid the grip of my hand,

Bending the left arm's elbow with the impact and adding some force as the knee hits..his hand pressing up into the shin guard of the attacking leg. The fingers would grip the guard, as the arm lifts higher..using the shift of mass the dodge created to attempt lifting the opponent's leg higher and removing his balance.

Your only response to this action is this

He gripped the wrist of the arm that decided not to grab for the chain, but instead defend from his knee, and punished it for it's foolishness. He lifted it high, leaning forward and constricting his thighs on the enemy's neck all at once. All of this in one fluid, jumping motion.

Somehow you have instantly freed my hand from it's grip on your padding, without acknowledging it, and are now ATTEMPTING to raise it. You ignored my action, and you pay for it. I would also like to point out the lack of detail you give in targeting limbs; You simply name off actions, not bothering to point out whether it's the left arm you raise or the right..just that it 'did not grab the chain'.

Im going to have to say you need to respond to my post correctly, or we will need a judge. As you clearly ignored my attempt at gripping, and as such allowed a grip to be formed.

Volin smirked to himself as Doc's body twisted against him. He moved back a few inches, and there it was, just as he'd kept saying. CRAAAACK! The enemy and Stain toppled to the ground with a vicious thud. When stain jumped up, his foot coming into contact with the enemy's leg in general started the deadly cycle.

As he'd sprinted in, he came up and then down in an arc with his knee in order to shift the momentum of the sprint to his kicking leg. He kept the opposite foot on the ground to better shift said momentum, every last bit of it, including that of his own bodyweight. Now, lets do the math.

The average man weighs around 160 or so, stain was all muscle, weighing in at around 185. The average human being runs around six feet per second. Stain's last two mile Physical Endurance Test showed that he could run two miles in ten minutes flat, meaning he was faster than the average man as well. The amount of momentum shifted from such a heavy individual running at such an incredibly high speed would lead one to believe a shift of body weight wouldn't be nearly enough to push him away. But an extremely strong soldier might be able to. The issue here was in the manner it was done. When Doc chose to shift forward, he turned his hip joint with said shift. His hand was the perfect brace to keep stain from falling over his leg.

Doc had essentially guided stain's entire sprinting body mass slamming into his upper thigh, and to make matters worse, Doc's knee was used as a balace of sorts, in other words, lets say the X represents the knee. The O represents where Stain's foot made impact, and the V represents the joint of Doc's hip.

XXXX O V V

Based on these dimensions that Stain set in place, any shift of Doc's weight would weaken the foundation of his thigh, not to the point where it would normally be dislocated, but add the fact that Stain had been moving at a very high speed and then transferred his momentum into his leg and put all his weight on it and you can clearly see where the hip joint would be dislocated, even that of an incredibly strong man.

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Alright, that's my post and I'm sticking to it. So if you still don't get it, which I'm certain you don't. You go and find some judges. Cause the first thing they're gonna ask upon review is "Why didn't you just zap him?". Next will be "What doesn't make sense here? He jumped on your leg, you tried to stop him on top of it, he clearly stated he shifted his weight onto your leg to jump up... sounds legit to me."

So, yeah. Bada bing.

Once again, I will point out that Doc pushed you AWAY. Go get a judge, whatever. You auto just like half the kids on this site.

SubjectThirteen has withdrawn from the fight, judgement will no longer be needed. Thank you.

I kinda took care of the judgement thing. Not to be a name dropper, but I had the match reviewed by a pretty logical fighter. Completely unbiased.

[20:23] <~Dirge> iunno
[20:24] <~Dirge> the kid looks like a sore loser, the one you were fighting there
[20:27] <+TumbleWeed> Well yeah, but I don't get why. He could've just as easily tazzed me and had no more trouble per se.
[20:27] <+TumbleWeed> He called it an auto hit but he himself CHOSE to let me make contact. I just had to be sure I wasn't still a nublet.

So, yeah... I'm not saying I'm right and you're wrong at all... but that guy did....

If the fight is over, please stop posting here. As I said in PM, if you wish to talk more take it to PM.

....Alright, It's official, gateway is full of morons... I'm gonna go and uhhh... do my thing.