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ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

@Doc Doctor

Hit taken.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

Fair enough. My own fault for getting cheeky in the defensive portion when I had other methods of handling it.

So is this an edit to my post or what.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

This Gonad was quick; he’d stepped forward near in time with Lobo to close the distance, throw off the aim of his strike, and strike in turn. The barbarian was also practiced; the attack Lobo had mistaken for a blow and angled the Moon Hunter to intercept had in fact been a grapple, one intended to pin his weapon, and in fact succeeded in doing so. He was also powerful, in that the moment that grip stopped his swing dead, Lobo he knew he would not be getting his weapon back without a fight. When he’d set foot in the ring Lobo had known nothing of his opponent beyond his name, but without a doubt, he could be sure this man was a warrior.

Crude? Absolutely. Untrained? Most definitely not. Self-taught, perhaps, as it was not unheard of to encounter a fighter who had honed their craft through instinct, rather than learning, but only a fool who would think them any lesser for it. To a punch a hundred, a thousand, an hundred thousand times, would sharpen it into a deadly strike whether it was throw in a dojo or in one’s own bedroom. Filthy, uncivilized, unwashed, beneath Gonad’s rough exterior beat the heart of a man who had been forged in combat.

Just as the countless scars marring his body were clue enough to any who knew to look, the bow Gonad now held in his iron grip had itself had likely been hint enough to the fact that beneath Lobo’s extravagant costume, gaudy mask, and luchador trappings beat the heart of an assassin; a proper staff was a weapon for cornering, trapping and suppression. A bow was a weapon for hunting, disabling, killing.

As Gonad’s head shot forward, Lobo’s was rocked backwards from the impact, brutal as it was, but not far or as fast as it might have been otherwise. A helmet would have offered protection against the blow to a point, but the protections afforded to Lobo by his mantle were not so simple. Imbued with the Roaring Flame, his mask was incredibly resistant to impacts, and as such he was able to stave off the worst of it, and retained the presence of mind to continue as he dropped into a crouch, leaning back heavily with his tail for balance as his left heel slid forward, his right hand drawing back as a violet arrow and a pitch black string -- both of them alight with a crimson flame burning near to pink -- materialized in his grip. The shot would be ugly, but it was angled to bury the the arrowhead an inch or so below Gonad’s sternum and from this distance, Lobo hardly needed to aim.

There had hardly an instant between the impact and the attack; Lobo had drawn back the bowstring but a few inches, using the condensed energy of the Silent Flame that composed it to expand those inches into feet within the string itself, and the coiled power of the Roaring Flame to pack several thousand pounds of pull into the weight that string carried. As a result ‘twang’ of the bowstring as Lobo fired erupted with the force of a cannon blast as the arrow shot forth with more force than the flame construct had ever been meant to take… so much so that it simply exploded instead, launching a massive ball of red-violet flame directly into Gonad’s upper body.

The effect would be two-fold: the crimson fire of the Roaring Flame would subject Gonad's entire upper body to an incredibly powerful shockwave, with such force as to not only put one to sleep, but to put them through a wall -- quite possibly the wall of the cage, in this case -- while with the violet Hissing Flame that Lobo Negro had earlier demonstrated came a powerful and debilitating poison.

Lobo allowed the force of the explosion to carry him backwards as he kicked backwards off of his right leg, his mane and shoulder pads smoking from the heat as he flew across the ring, digging his claws into the boards to bring himself to a halt. He'd left his bow behind in Gonad's grip, but could get along just fine without it. The question remained as to whether or not he would need to.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

Made minor edit to clarify I was striking at the thigh of whichever leg was presented forward.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

@Doc Doctor
No rush. I've only been blazing through because your posts happen to catch me with free time.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

Left foot forward, left hand forward on the bow, should've clarified.

He's sliding left foot forward and sweeping across with the left hand controllimg, right hand back, no hand over hand.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

@Doc Doctor

Uncouth as the man might be, he was also clever, using the shredder canvas not only to intercept Lobo's latest volley -- the canvas was blown into finer and finer shreds with every impact, but in that no single arrow reached its target, the temporary defense had more than sufficed -- but to provide cover as he once again evaded completely. As Lobo came to rest, a mountainous foe stood before him, well within striking distance for the both of them.

It would be pointless to deny that the barbarian was an impressive physical specimen; before him Lobo Negro was little more than a somewhat well-built masked man with a tail, a fancy costume, and a marvelous special effects team working round the clock to keep him wreathed in black flames that somehow managed not to burn anything. Drawing upright, Lobo Negro stood a full foot shorter than his opponent, perhaps half his size, at best. Still, even faced with this living monolith, there was no reason to be afraid, even as another monstrous surge of fighting spirit, of killing intent surged forth. After all, he wasn't dead yet.

Even if he were afraid, there was nothing to be seen in his face, hidden as it was behind a snarling mask, and glowing green eyes. Taking a half-step forward, Lobo Negro extended his flame-wreathed left hand in kind.

Should he receive it back, he would retreat another half-step, sliding into a sidelong stance as he took his long bow in both hands, wielding it not as a ranged weapon, but as a melee implement. One end angled towards the ruined flooring of the ring, Lobo paused for a moment before stepping forward, sweeping his bow into a lateral strike aimed for the thigh of Gonad’s forward leg. The sharpened plates set into the weapon's arches would flay flesh as readily as any sword, down to the bone if applied with enough force, but at present Lobo would be satisfied to simply hamstring his larger foe.

Of course, if he did not receive his hand back, the same would-be crippling strike would be made immediately, instead.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

The man knew how to move, that much was clear from his skillful evasion of Lobo's opening strike. Lobo returned the nod in kind, remaining otherwise still, primed for movement, bow ready to draw. And then all was white. He'd registered the movement as the man's hand closed around a fistful of canvas, and then that very same canvas had erupted before him, rolling in a wave across the ring. His legs already partially chambered, it was a simple matter for Lobo to leap upwards and back, clearing the whiplash of canvas before landing on the turnbuckle behind him.

The wild display earned naught but an irritated snort from Lobo as he lowered his bow momentarily, taking in the destruction. He'd formed no opinion of his opponent when he'd first seen the man, but they'd each of them just made their first impressions. The ring was to be respected; to deface it so was to disgrace the contest, and so it was now clear that Gonad was every bit the barbarian he seemed to be. Still, he was no Rudo, and had not earned the appropriate response. Still, the nature of the contest had become painfully clear... and that was just fine with Lobo.

Leaping back onto the cage, Lobo braced against the metal grating as he drew back to fire again. The string drew black, wreathed in crimson flame as five red arrows materialized, nocked within his grip. He sprang forward, crossing the length of the cage in midair as he fired again, showering Gonad and his immediate vicinity with a scattered spread. These arrows would explode on impact, their flash of heat and flame fading as rapidly as it had come. Bouncing off of the cage over Gonad's head, Lobo sprang back the opposite direction, twisting in the air to land dead in the center of the ring in a horse stance, bow held out before him in his right hand, his left hand hovering near his chin, palm facing downward.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

@Doc Doctor

Lobo Negro de las Cinco Llamas had come to the ring first, through the dry ice fog and the pyro, beneath the pulsing neon lights set in time to the belting hard rock of his entrance theme. He'd struck his trademark posed on the ramp, climbed into the ring to play the crowd, posing in the ropes as was the role, the performance, the job. And it was a job as good as any other, an assignment given by the Luchalliance, to face the bearded man at the opposite end of the ring. And so the announcements were made, the fighters called, all while the Black Wolf waited in the opposite corner, leaned against the ropes with his back to his opponent, head down, the heel of his right foot tapping restlessly against the canvas.

As the cage lowered, he turned around, snatching the Moon Hunter from where he'd laid it against the ring ropes and raising the weapon to take aim. Knees slightly bent, legs shoulder-width apart, balanced on the balls of his feet, it was impossible not to feel the energy, the focus of the bearded man before him. In response, Gonad would receive a like response: a steeled resolve, a burning spirit. Performance it may be, assignment or not, there was an art to what took place in the ring here. Even the Rudo he hunted understood that much, so must the man who stood before him now, and if by some chance he did not, he would.

Black flames erupted around Lobo Negro as he drew back his hand, stringing up the bow and nocking an arrow in a single motion as they materialized within his grip, the string a brilliant silver, the arrow a sickly violet as he fired, aiming not for the unusually named Gonad but for the turnbuckle behind him. As it flew the arrow spun, spreading a thick, toxic sheet of violet flames across the canvas that had bled off of the projectile completely by the time it hd traveled half the distance of the ring before dissipating. Its payload expended, the arrow itself would continue its flight either into Gonad’s chest, center mass, or else into the top turnbuckle should he avoid it. In either case it had spread a toxic carpet of flames across Lobo Negro's half of the ring, an equally toxic smoke rising from the canvas.

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

Lobo Negro de las Cinco Llamas

Name: Lobo Negro de las Cinco Llamas (Black Wolf of the Five Flames)
Title: Rudo Hunter
Gender: Male
Alignment: Técnico
Height: 6’2”
Race: Caballero de Fuego Blanco (Knight of White Fire)
Weight Class: Heavyweight
Wrestling Style: The Way of Ruin

Theme: "Ricochet"

Description

The Black Wolf

-Mask
Lobo's mask is as fearsome as the man (monster?) himself, reflecting his bestial nature. Sleek, black, and set with neon lighting throughout the eyes, Lobo Negro's mask also features pointed ears, a monstrous, sharp-toothed visage.

-Everything Else
The dark coloration and neon green highlights carry throughout the rest of Lobo Negro's costume, with neon lighting running across the torso and through the armor on his shoulders, waist, all the way down to the kickpads on boots.  A flowing, bestial mane has been set into the shoulders of his bodysuit, running up the back of his neck and up under his shoulders, while a thick, black tail hangs at the back of the padding worn around his waist.

As for the man himself... Standing 6'2", a tall, lithe creature, at first glance, fully garbed in his wrestling attire, Lobo Negro scarcely appears human, though from the liveliness (and apparent prehensile nature) of the long, thick tail hanging from the waist of his suit, it is highly likely that he is not. His frame is solid, hardened with physical exercise, hung with a balance of muscle that affords him both an optimal amount of power for his size, favoring strength above speed and agility though providing him with no shortage of either. Constantly wreathed by black flames, set alight by the neon glow of his costume, Lobo Negro is an unearthly sight, and the soulful echoing of his howls and roars only further unnerve any who find themselves unfortunate enough to stand before him.

Repertoire

-Moves
Las Cinco Llamas (The Five Flames):  The Five Flames of his ancestors, gifted to him to aid in his fight against the armies of the Rudo. A physical manifestation of latent psychokinetic energy, The Five Flames are in fact a grouping of psionic abilities, comparable to highly specialized telekinesis, though in practice many of them fall partway between telekinesis and pyrokinesis.

Llama Rugiente (Roaring Flame): The most basest form of the Five Flames, the crimson Roaring Flame is often the first to be utilized in combat. The Roaring Flame can generate intense heat, into multiple tens of thousands of degrees, though the true nature of this ability stems from the kinetic energy which in fact composes the flames and that Lobo Negro can freely manipulate. Through such manipulation, the Roaring Flame is able to buffer against incoming attacks, and divert, refocus and/or multiply kinetic energy multiple times over. This transfer and manipulation allows for incredibly forceful explosions when the flames release their stored energy all at once, withering impacts when directed against a person or object, or the appearance of super strength when buffering one's physical strikes. Lobo Negro usually uses the Roaring Flame as a manner of limited flight by channeling kinetic force against the soles of his feet (or other parts of his body) to lift himself into the air, usually 'riding' his tail flame. Most often, however, Lobo Negro uses the Roaring Fire for striking with multiple tonnages of force. Defensively, the flames act as a shield, protecting Lobo Negro from all manner of attacks by redirecting or negating the kinetic energy of incoming attacks. Of course, while they are not actual flame, the the Roaring Flame's ability to divert kinetic energy renders Lobo Negro highly resistant to fire and extreme heat.

Llama Sibilante (Hissing Flame): Violet in color, the Hissing Flames are an actual manifestation of pyrokinesis, deadly fires that not only burn but poison anyone they come in contact with. The power and poison of the Hissing Flame, however, lies not only in the fire, but the heat itself -- even with near misses, close exposure to the heat of the Hissing Flame will begin to poison one as surely as if they were burned by the fire itself... even those boasting immunities to fire and heat will still be poisoned by contact. Fortunately, the effects of the Hissing Flame much like the Hizakari, is only temporary and begins to rapidly fade after first administered -- if one has not received a fatal dose. Within a minute of exposure to the flames (or a suffered burn) one will begin to experience mild nausea, growing which grows increasingly severe, enough to become paralyzing within three minutes. Five minutes of exposure leads to paralysis and a crippling pain, and beyond ten minutes, the major organs begin to shut down and death is imminent. For simple heat exposure (near misses), the time required for all of these symptoms to take route is roughly doubled. As the heat of the Hissing Flames are poisonous, the flames themselves can also be used to poison food and drink if one were to cook or heat with them -- if one were to ingest the poisonous items created in this manner, the time for the symptoms to take root would be cut in half. Curiously, Lobo Negro is capable of using the Hissing Flames to cure himself of toxins as well, though he must burn himself to do so. While water is effective in dousing the Hissing Flames, one must take care when extinguishing the fire -- the steam and smoke will also be poisonous.

Llama Llorona (Weeping Flame): A vibrant and verdant blaze, the pyrokinetic Weeping Flames act as a liquid napalm, flowing through the air like water, spread freely in flowing arcs. The Weeping Flames are arguably the most dangerous of the three first flames, burning as hot as white phosphorous and sticking to any surface they strike, even soaking through materials to burn more thoroughly (of course, with such heat, water is wholly ineffective in dousing the Weeping Flames). While Lobo Negro can will the flames out of existence, unlike the Roaring flame, the Weeping Flame will continue to burn on their own even without any concentration devoted to them. Strangely enough, when around large bodies of water, Lobo Negro can utilize the Weeping Flame in unison with water to simulate a flaming form of hydrokinesis, allowing him to strike more accurately and with greater volume than the flames alone would allow.

Llama Canto (Singing Flame): Through the use of the silver-white Singing Flame Lobo is able to draw upon vast stores of energy by way of directly accessing the Ethereal Plane, an alternate plane of existence filled with an infinite amount of energy, that some theorize serves as the power source for all of reality, powering the entire multiverse through multiple dimensional links to other realities. As such, Lobo Negro is able cleave the boundaries between the dimensions to create massive explosions of energy, to fuel magical or ki techniques with no drain on himself, and/or draw (extremely limited) portions of the ethereal plane into his own body to increase his defenses against either physical or magical attacks. Widely seen as the most dangerous and most powerful of the Five Flames, the raw energy summoned by the Singing Flames can be converted into most any other energy type, granting Lobo Negro access to a vast array of magical spells and energy techniques. It is said that Lobo Negro, Lobo Blanco, and all of their clan were given life by, and draw their power from the Singing Flame, and as such they are referred to Knights of White Fire.

Llama Silenciosa (Silent Flame): Pitch black in color, the Silent Flames are the ones most commonly seen, often leaking from Lobo Negro freely and into the air. Directly related to the Singing Flames' ability to access the ethereal planes, the Silent Flames allow him to fold spacetime itself, and to cleave or warp fabric of the dimensions themselves. The Silent Flames are able alter the fabric of reality itself, distorting or altering said barriers in manners such as folding the walls of space to create shields or illusions, to allow Lobo Negro to teleport short distances, to subtly alter the flow of time around him, or to shake or compress the barriers between dimensions in a localized area to create violent, destructive reactions.

Mente del Lobo (Mind of the Wolf): The power of his forefathers allows Lobo Negro to tap into vast wells of psionic energy, absorbing and/or projecting them from his body in various forms. He is a psychic of moderate power, as well as a master of psychokinesis. With training from both his masters and his brother Lobo Blanco, Lobo Negro has has managed to fortify his mind against invasion, and is nigh immune to mental attacks, scans, and illusions. Those trying to read his mind, or his intent, will meet a blank slate, or, if they manage to scan deeper, a mess of indecipherable psychic noise.

Ocho Estilos (Eight Styles): Having undergone the same mandatory training as every member of his brother, Lobo Blanco, Lobo Negro is well-trained in the ring, as well as hand-to-hand combat. In addition to his standard lucha libre the Lobos Negro y Blanco ventured off to a mysterious dojo be schooled in the advanced wrestling style known as Ocho Estilos. Those who master it are purported to possess supernatural powers, able to run across thin air, walk unharmed through storms of bullets, pierce the hulls of battleships with their bare hands, wield the air itself as a blade, harden their skin like iron, and move at superhuman speeds. Practitioners are also reported to have mastered the most powerful of chi techniques, while the master of the art wields the most deadly -- an ultimate deathblow, capable of destroying an opponent in a single strike, body and soul.

Camino de la Ruina (Way of Ruin): Combining his training in lucha libre with the training he received in the Ocho Estilos, Lobo Negro's personal fighting style, The Way of Ruin is one of brutality and misdirection. Lobo Negro loves to use underhanded tactics and brutal grappling techniques to batter and humiliate his foes, tossing them around like rag dolls beneath his withering blows, multiple throws, and bone-crushing holds.
Even favoring the underhanded ways of the Rudo, Lobo Negro considers himself a Técnico -- he cannot stand cowards, or those who will not face their foes head on. Lobo Negro will trip up, lie to, and deceive his enemies, but he will always do so to their faces. Furthermore, he never targets his fellow Técnico, and will never disgrace the mask of any foe, unless he has defeated them in a Luchas de Apuestas battle.

Fiesta de Violencia (Violence Party): After cornering his opponent, Lobo Negro batters his foe with a blistering combination of knife-hand chops, elbow strikes, headbutts, knees, and face kicks before snatching them up to deliver...

Finishing Move!
El Martillo Luna Salvaje (The Wild Moon Hammer): Scooping his opponent up for a suplex, Lobo Negro hooks the leg and delivers a series of five rolling Fisherman suplexes each one subjecting his opponent to the full fury of one of the Five Flames in turn, before he stands, hauling his opponent into the air and spiking them headfirst into the ground with a devastating fisherman driver, empowered by all of the Five Flames at once.

-Costume

Manto Negro del Lobo (Black Mantle of the Wolf): Upon their christening as a Bearer of the Five Flames, each Wolf is tasked with crafting their own bodysuit, an ancient ritual that serves as the final rite of passage, one that can only be completed by way of commanding all Five Flames at once, and imbuing the sacred vestments with their power. Lobo Negro has completed this ritual, as have all before him, and so does his Mantle armor his form as the Lobo Negro armors his spirit, allowing him to perform to his maximum potential and allowing him to utilize his full strength throughout his body, even his tail. The Mantle (and of course, the mask) also offers protections from the very same forces his Flames embody: from the Roaring Flame, heavy resistance against flames, heat, and heavy impacts; from the Hissing Flame, a high resistance to toxins, and debilitating magics; from the Weeping Flame, a high resistance to status-changes; from the Singing Flame, an increased resistance to energy and magic attacks, and from the Silent Flame, resistance to illusions, and spatial-temporal attacks.

Cazador De La Luna (Moon Hunter): A ceremonial longbow, tipped with short blades at both ends and reinforced with black-and-neon-green plating stylized to match its wielder, Legends hold that this weapon was crafted and first used by the first Wolf, Lobo de la Noche Sin Fin, the Wolf of Endless Night, who could cut down entire armies at once with its power. Lobo Negro is never seen without it, bringing it to the ring to menace any Rudo in his sights before he skewers the tatters of their mask on an arrow and returns it to the quiver set into his hip padding. The Bow is sturdy enough to be wielded as a melee weapon, and uses the Five Flames both as its string and its ammunition, rendering it capable of incredible devastation.

Llama del Infierno (Hellfire): A long spear with a single-edged, curved blade, commonly called a Naginata, the Hellfire is an incredibly powerful artifact passed down to Lobo Negro, as the Martillos Del Sol were passed down to Lobo Blanco. Like the Martillos del Sol, the Hellfire is capable of producing an incredibly powerful flame, but the Hellfire itself was once wielded by the original Infierno herself, and as such is capable of producing massive blasts of flame, or, most importantly, providing an incredible boost of power to Lobo Negro's own Five Flames. By taking possession of both the Hellfire and the Moon Hunter, the weapons have been bound to Lobo Negro's spirit (or perhaps, the mask...?), and as such have become indestructible, so long as he lives. While both incredibly hard to damage, if either were to be lost or destroyed, Lobo Negro would be able to instantly recall them to his hand with the Silent Flame, or to repair/recreate them with the Singing Flame.

Alma del Lobo Ardiente (Soul of the Burning Wolf): It is said that great sacrifice is required to wear the mask of Lobo Negro... that one must surrender a portion of their soul to even do the mask, and another portion every time they call upon the Five Flames. Not even the current Lobo Negro was immune, and though he was fully willing to surrender his soul to the mask once his time had ended, upon taking on the mantle he quickly learned that the dark armies of Rudo have expanded greatly since with the return of Rey de la Oscuridad II, and as such he would need to fight much harder, and much longer than any Lobo Negro before him. To that end, after much toil and training, Lobo Negro last mastered the rituals necessary to create a safeguard, and by way of offering his own energy, that which he had collected within the safeguard, he was able to craft the Burning Wolf Soul. While normally, the bearer of the Lobo Negro mask risks losing their soul to the mask and the Five Flames as well, the Burning Wolf Soul serves as a safeguard against both; in situations where he risks losing his own soul to his power, the Burning Wolf Soul will be sacrificed instead. Having memorized this ritual, Lobo Negro can recast it as necessary, though he will need time to replenish the soul, and much more time than normal if doing so in the heat of combat. When active, the Burning Wolf Soul also prevents his own soul from being directly targeted by any spells or attacks.

-Hype

For hundreds of years, the Knights of the White Fire passed the torch of Five Flames from generation to generation, from Wolf to Wolf, until the time came for the last Wolf, the Stone Wolf of Five Flames (Lobo de Piedra de las Cinco Llamas) bore twin sons, the first seen in a thousand years. To the surprise of all the Knights, both sons proved worthy to carry the mantle, for the first time in an millenium, two Wolves would stand guard.

Raised alongside his twin brother, Lobo Blanco, Los Lobos Del Cinco Llamas were destined to eradicate all Rudo from the face of the earth: Lobo Blanco fighting in the ring under the bright lights, a shining pillar of virtue and heroism, adored by the fans, while Lobo Negro fought in the shadows, in the most violent and brutal deathmatches, battles too fierce and bloody to be watched by the innocent, as he brought the Rudos a fight they could understand, one that they could not win. Unfortunately, during the course of their long journey, Lobo Blanco grew disillusioned with their quest, and abandoned his brother to fight alone... and so fight he does, for none of the glory, none of the cheers, love, or adoration. Now, carrying on in the spirit of the Luchalliance, Lobo Negro fights solely for justice, as as his quest always been, as it shall always be, until the Rudo are no more.