Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2021 10:53:09 GMT -5
OOC - A short introductory rp featuring Matt Knox
The old Panhead roared down the highway. He felt incensed now in a way similar to how he felt about Jack Michaels coming to defend the honor of Amber Ryan against Ken Davison. Sure, this felt sincere and noble at least but wholly unnecessary.
However, if the cowboy was so dead set on finally getting that fight he’d been..and admittedly, Matthew had been… itching for? He was only too happy to deliver. At least Mac would take him head-on until one of them quit moving, damn the consequences. He had at least 1,000 less bitch made bones in him than Scott Dunn.
He pulled off the highway, into the dirt. The Harley kicked up a cloud of angry dust as he laid into the brakes to bring the bike to a halt. He removed the helmet, the goggles, and the bandana and leaned forward on the handlebars, waiting patiently for the raging Texan and his righteous indignant fury.
He didn't have to wait very long as the Road King came off the road and glided to a stop. Mac geared down to neutral and set the kickstand. He glared at the younger man, removing the bandana and laying it on the handlebars. He got off the bike and removed his jacket, laying it across the seat.
The anger was very evident, it was etched into Bane's face like a sculptor had taken a chisel to stone. "It didn't have to be this way Matthew, you don't get to disrespect Amber in our home". Bane finished his statement by taking his gloves off and stuffing them in his back pocket. The scars are clearly visible on his hands now. He rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt, ready to do work.
Initially, Matthew regards the cowboy with nothing but silence before stepping off the bike and preparing similarly, opting to pull the old Black Sabbath shirt off over his head and lay it across the seat.
“I only went to check for a pulse, Mac. Turns out I overestimated death and underestimated grit,” he paused as he walked from the bike, rolling his shoulders and getting ready “I’m sorry the lady took such great offense, but let’s not bullshit anyone least of all ourselves. You’ve wanted to do this at least a little since I took up with the people who kept shitting on your future father in law.” Another pause.
“Congratulations, by the way.”
“Thanks, but this has nothing to do with any of that, and who are you trying to fool? Me or yourself? This is a fight you’ve always wanted, I just never would take the lame assed bait you threw out there.” Mac smirks at the younger man and then adds, “Remember way back when I told you that if I wanted to pick a fight with someone, that there’s only one way I do that?”
“Nope, but I’m willing to hazard a guess on how you’re going to do it,” Matthew sets his feet then, raising his hands and leaning forward slightly in a classic Muay Thai stance, “Now unless you wanna talk me to death, start it.”
The two men stare at each other for a moment, Mac with his hands low and Matt with his up, maintaining his stance. Mac comes forward with a kick to the head that Knox quickly deflects, but discovers too late it was a feint in order for Mac to lash out with an elbow that scores right above Matt’s eyebrow. The younger man staggers back but only momentarily and comes in, scoring with successive jabs to Bane’s nose, temporarily blinding him. Matt doesn’t hesitate and sweeps the legs of Bane taking him off his feet. Knox dives on top of him, scoring with hard right hands to Bane’s face, targeting his eyes. Mac is able to cover up, and when Knox tries to maneuver inside of his guard, Bane scores with a shot to the back of Matt’s head with his knee. The impact forces Knoxx off of him and both men roll to their feet.
They come together again, the technique is now gone, throwing right hands with abandon. Each man landing haymakers driving the other back and neither gaining any kind of momentum towards the end of this fight. Bane is stunned by a palm strike that lands on his chin, forcing him back. Matt charges forward with a leaping roundhouse kick that Bane is able to duck. Knox tries to follow that up with another, this time he gets caught, Bane shoots an arm straight up grabbing Knox by the throat and slamming him down. An audible “oof” escapes him as the air is driven from his lungs. Now Bane dives onto Knox, trapping his arms, he starts raining down right hands to the face of Knox, using the same method that Matt had used on him just moments before.
Matt is able to get out of the situation using a similar move that Bane had, driving his knees into the spine of Bane. The impact sends Bane off and over Knox with both men rolling to their feet again. Knox and Bane, now both bleeding from various cuts and abrasions continue to eye each other. Each man looking for an opening in order to finish the fight, Mac suddenly lowers his guard and moves toward his Harley. Matt is confused at first but is soon able to hear what Mac heard. Mac laughs, “So, someone called the cops on us evidently.” Mac reaches into the saddlebag on his bike and grabs a beer and tosses it to Matt.
Matt catches the cold one, using it for an ice pack initially before cracking it open with a chuckle "Think they'd buy that this was match prep?" He quips, taking a pull off the beverage and going to sit on his bike.
"You're good by the way. Didn't think you could move like that."
Mac smiles at the comment, "I'm not that much older than you Matt. Thanks all the same." Bane cracks his beer, "I guess we'll find out how good a liar we can be. Oh, by the way, don't pull that shit with Red again."
“Cram it, cowpoke. I didn’t pull shit. What I did? She understands, even if she won’t admit it yet.” He half snaps back, reaching up and rubbing his jaw as the lights approach. He downs the rest of the beer and tosses the can toward a rock. Might as well get a littering ticket, too. “She knows you came out to do all this?”
Mac shakes his head, "no, she'd be pissed if she thought I was out here defending her honor.". He finishes off his beer and tosses it over close to where Matt's had landed. "That's not what this is at all, she fights her own battles better than anyone I know. This was about respect Matt. It's not about Jack or former employers or any of that crap. You said something to her that set her off while you were a guest in our home. You'd think that even you could not be a complete douche in someone else's house. That's The reason we fought tonight." Mac watches the flashing lights come closer, then for some reason, they pass on by the location that the two men are at.
Matt steps toward the road, peering after the cruisers, and then looks over his shoulder at Mac, a smirk playing on his features.
“Maybe there are bigger bastards fighting up the road,” a pause “Or they figured their salaries weren’t enough to deal with this shit.”
He walks gingerly to his bike, retrieving his shirt and using it first to wipe some blood off his face from a split brow, completely defeating the purpose of removing it in the first place. He slides back into it, then begins getting his riding attire back on as he speaks.
“If it was anyone else, I assure you I would have gone and patted them on their head and told them how good, pure, and important to the business and to the rest of us they are, Mac.” He zipped his jacket up, taking a moment to roll his right shoulder, “But you know better than any of us, that isn’t how one gets through to someone like her. No, you need to set off a god damn explosion. Was I a douche about it? Probably. But it worked.”
“And I’ve probably damned us all for it.”
He kickstarts the old Harley, bringing forth the rumbling chorus of the old motor to the quiet desert dusk. He turns his gaze back to Mac, staring at him evenly and paying him a nod.
“Best one of us ditches before they turn around. I’ll see you, and her, in Reno. Later days, Cowboy.”
And with that he pulled back onto the road, kicking up just the right amount of dust and gravel to be deemed obnoxious as the Panhead roared southbound toward his next fight. Which likely wouldn’t be as hard-hitting as this one.
The old Panhead roared down the highway. He felt incensed now in a way similar to how he felt about Jack Michaels coming to defend the honor of Amber Ryan against Ken Davison. Sure, this felt sincere and noble at least but wholly unnecessary.
However, if the cowboy was so dead set on finally getting that fight he’d been..and admittedly, Matthew had been… itching for? He was only too happy to deliver. At least Mac would take him head-on until one of them quit moving, damn the consequences. He had at least 1,000 less bitch made bones in him than Scott Dunn.
He pulled off the highway, into the dirt. The Harley kicked up a cloud of angry dust as he laid into the brakes to bring the bike to a halt. He removed the helmet, the goggles, and the bandana and leaned forward on the handlebars, waiting patiently for the raging Texan and his righteous indignant fury.
He didn't have to wait very long as the Road King came off the road and glided to a stop. Mac geared down to neutral and set the kickstand. He glared at the younger man, removing the bandana and laying it on the handlebars. He got off the bike and removed his jacket, laying it across the seat.
The anger was very evident, it was etched into Bane's face like a sculptor had taken a chisel to stone. "It didn't have to be this way Matthew, you don't get to disrespect Amber in our home". Bane finished his statement by taking his gloves off and stuffing them in his back pocket. The scars are clearly visible on his hands now. He rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt, ready to do work.
Initially, Matthew regards the cowboy with nothing but silence before stepping off the bike and preparing similarly, opting to pull the old Black Sabbath shirt off over his head and lay it across the seat.
“I only went to check for a pulse, Mac. Turns out I overestimated death and underestimated grit,” he paused as he walked from the bike, rolling his shoulders and getting ready “I’m sorry the lady took such great offense, but let’s not bullshit anyone least of all ourselves. You’ve wanted to do this at least a little since I took up with the people who kept shitting on your future father in law.” Another pause.
“Congratulations, by the way.”
“Thanks, but this has nothing to do with any of that, and who are you trying to fool? Me or yourself? This is a fight you’ve always wanted, I just never would take the lame assed bait you threw out there.” Mac smirks at the younger man and then adds, “Remember way back when I told you that if I wanted to pick a fight with someone, that there’s only one way I do that?”
“Nope, but I’m willing to hazard a guess on how you’re going to do it,” Matthew sets his feet then, raising his hands and leaning forward slightly in a classic Muay Thai stance, “Now unless you wanna talk me to death, start it.”
The two men stare at each other for a moment, Mac with his hands low and Matt with his up, maintaining his stance. Mac comes forward with a kick to the head that Knox quickly deflects, but discovers too late it was a feint in order for Mac to lash out with an elbow that scores right above Matt’s eyebrow. The younger man staggers back but only momentarily and comes in, scoring with successive jabs to Bane’s nose, temporarily blinding him. Matt doesn’t hesitate and sweeps the legs of Bane taking him off his feet. Knox dives on top of him, scoring with hard right hands to Bane’s face, targeting his eyes. Mac is able to cover up, and when Knox tries to maneuver inside of his guard, Bane scores with a shot to the back of Matt’s head with his knee. The impact forces Knoxx off of him and both men roll to their feet.
They come together again, the technique is now gone, throwing right hands with abandon. Each man landing haymakers driving the other back and neither gaining any kind of momentum towards the end of this fight. Bane is stunned by a palm strike that lands on his chin, forcing him back. Matt charges forward with a leaping roundhouse kick that Bane is able to duck. Knox tries to follow that up with another, this time he gets caught, Bane shoots an arm straight up grabbing Knox by the throat and slamming him down. An audible “oof” escapes him as the air is driven from his lungs. Now Bane dives onto Knox, trapping his arms, he starts raining down right hands to the face of Knox, using the same method that Matt had used on him just moments before.
Matt is able to get out of the situation using a similar move that Bane had, driving his knees into the spine of Bane. The impact sends Bane off and over Knox with both men rolling to their feet again. Knox and Bane, now both bleeding from various cuts and abrasions continue to eye each other. Each man looking for an opening in order to finish the fight, Mac suddenly lowers his guard and moves toward his Harley. Matt is confused at first but is soon able to hear what Mac heard. Mac laughs, “So, someone called the cops on us evidently.” Mac reaches into the saddlebag on his bike and grabs a beer and tosses it to Matt.
Matt catches the cold one, using it for an ice pack initially before cracking it open with a chuckle "Think they'd buy that this was match prep?" He quips, taking a pull off the beverage and going to sit on his bike.
"You're good by the way. Didn't think you could move like that."
Mac smiles at the comment, "I'm not that much older than you Matt. Thanks all the same." Bane cracks his beer, "I guess we'll find out how good a liar we can be. Oh, by the way, don't pull that shit with Red again."
“Cram it, cowpoke. I didn’t pull shit. What I did? She understands, even if she won’t admit it yet.” He half snaps back, reaching up and rubbing his jaw as the lights approach. He downs the rest of the beer and tosses the can toward a rock. Might as well get a littering ticket, too. “She knows you came out to do all this?”
Mac shakes his head, "no, she'd be pissed if she thought I was out here defending her honor.". He finishes off his beer and tosses it over close to where Matt's had landed. "That's not what this is at all, she fights her own battles better than anyone I know. This was about respect Matt. It's not about Jack or former employers or any of that crap. You said something to her that set her off while you were a guest in our home. You'd think that even you could not be a complete douche in someone else's house. That's The reason we fought tonight." Mac watches the flashing lights come closer, then for some reason, they pass on by the location that the two men are at.
Matt steps toward the road, peering after the cruisers, and then looks over his shoulder at Mac, a smirk playing on his features.
“Maybe there are bigger bastards fighting up the road,” a pause “Or they figured their salaries weren’t enough to deal with this shit.”
He walks gingerly to his bike, retrieving his shirt and using it first to wipe some blood off his face from a split brow, completely defeating the purpose of removing it in the first place. He slides back into it, then begins getting his riding attire back on as he speaks.
“If it was anyone else, I assure you I would have gone and patted them on their head and told them how good, pure, and important to the business and to the rest of us they are, Mac.” He zipped his jacket up, taking a moment to roll his right shoulder, “But you know better than any of us, that isn’t how one gets through to someone like her. No, you need to set off a god damn explosion. Was I a douche about it? Probably. But it worked.”
“And I’ve probably damned us all for it.”
He kickstarts the old Harley, bringing forth the rumbling chorus of the old motor to the quiet desert dusk. He turns his gaze back to Mac, staring at him evenly and paying him a nod.
“Best one of us ditches before they turn around. I’ll see you, and her, in Reno. Later days, Cowboy.”
And with that he pulled back onto the road, kicking up just the right amount of dust and gravel to be deemed obnoxious as the Panhead roared southbound toward his next fight. Which likely wouldn’t be as hard-hitting as this one.