Fight scene number 1.
Title: Gladiator's Fury
Author: Witch of November
Character/Pairing: Richard B Riddick, a bunch of original characters because at this point there are four canon characters left alive. Pairing: Riddick and Fem OC,
Fandom/Original Fic: Chronicles of Riddick between Pitch Black and Chronicles.
Word count: 852/12000+
Rating/Warning: R- violence and language for this scene; The whole story is NC-17 for graphic sexual violence, rape, forced prostitution, language, drugs, murder, mayhem, consensual sex and suicide.
Disclaimers/Author's Notes: Riddick has been captured and forced into taking part in gladiatorial games. He hooks up with Michaela Cotton (OC), one of the women provided for the fighters pleasure. Together they plot to escape. This bit is about training fights and I could use all the help making it believable and interesting I can get.
"It's a bear pit, gentlemen." Lanista had them gather in the middle of the arena, where a twenty by twenty foot canvas mat had been staked on the dirt. "You'll fight until you either force your opponent out or pin him for a three count. Then the winner takes on the next fighter until he's defeated. Any questions?"
The a shiver of movement ran through the men as they tried to surreptitiously pick their fights. Riddick didn't bother to hide his interest.
Lanista started to read off the fight order. The first up were punks. Good enough fighters out in the world, but the weakest guys here. Made sense, Riddick thought, give them a chance to win a few times. Maybe they wouldn't realize they were cannon fodder. The poor fucks.
He was about half way down the list. Just behind Raduski, Monroe's lieutenant. The shit head was making eyes at him now. The fucker did not know what he was in for. Riddick grinned thinking, "don't go breaking your toys, Santa won't bring you more."
The first two up were the Winchester brothers, cousins, butt buddies- Riddick wasn't sure which. Didn't matter. They were fucking hard to tell apart before they put on helmets and pads. They went to their corners and waited for the signal to start.
Lanista waited until they were set, nodded and dropped his hand. They came to the center bouncing around each other and trading light jabs.
Riddick stopped paying attention after a minute or two and went back to pacing. The winner would have to get through a bunch of fights to get to him. By then they'd be worn out. Especially if they never got down to it.
Judo, Aikido, Kali, jailhouse rock, all the fucking names people have thought up to call beating the shit out of each other. Riddick matched up fighter with style. Monroe was an extreme fighter, with a capital E for EXTREME yeah whatever. The Frenchman fought savate when he had to, but preferred the broadsword. Jiro got kicked out of his Sumo stable because an appetite for his opponents body parts.
"Quit playing around," Lanista shouted and the pitch of the fight picked up. Finally one of the boys got a good grip and tossed the other out on his ass.
"Rogers," Lanista motioned for the new fish to take his place.
Rogers bowed to Lanista and the remaining Winchester before taking his stance.
Nobody was fucking off this time. Rogers came out with a furious combination of kicks and strikes. Either he thought he'd seen enough in the first fight or he had a go fast, go hard attitude. Probably both.
Keeping his eyes on the fighting, Riddick paced around the ring. In it fighters came and went and Riddick made mental notes, collecting tells and quirks. This guy liked a hook, jab, knee combo, that one flinched when hit.
When it was time for the fight before his, Riddick stopped pacing and took up a position across the ring from Lanista. Jiro squatted in the corner as Raduski double checked his gear.
The previous fight had all the subtly of a head on collision. Jiro had run into his opponent, hitting him with a dull crunch and kept going until the other guy was out of the ring and on his butt in the sand.
Now Raduski stepped into the ring and nodded to the trainer. Jiro crouched in the traditional start position. The match started and Jiro lunged at Raduski, but he spun away at the last second. If he had hoped to bull fight Jiro out of the ring he was shit out of luck. Jiro changed directions in defiance of momentum and chased Raduski around the ring.
Raduski tried to get control of the fight, tried to land some hits, but Jiro swatted his fists away like pesky flies. Finally Jiro got him by the shirt front and waist band and tossed him out of the ring.
Jiro strutted around the ring and rocked side to side, lifting his feet head high to stomp the demons out of the ring. It might intimidate demons, Riddick just reseated his goggles and stepped into the ring.
"Good luck." Riddick held his hand out to Jiro, who looked at it, looked at Riddick and extended his.
Riddick grabbed Jiro's wrist, and with a hard twisting jerk shoved his shoulder into the other man's armpit. A little more twist and Jiro went over Riddick's hip.
Still holding onto the wrist, he put his foot on Jiro's throat. "Stay down or I'll break your arm."
Jiro swore in Neo-Japanese, breaking into Corp long enough to tell Riddick, "Your mother fucks goats for pay."
"Wouldn't surprise me." By then three seconds had gone by and Riddick turned Jiro loose.
Lanista gave Riddick a disgusted look, but a slow scan of the room let Riddick take the temperature of the other fighters. There was a mixture of speculation, worry and admiration around the ring and Monroe had a gob smacked look. Riddick let one side of his mouth lift up.
Author: Witch of November
Character/Pairing: Richard B Riddick, a bunch of original characters because at this point there are four canon characters left alive. Pairing: Riddick and Fem OC,
Fandom/Original Fic: Chronicles of Riddick between Pitch Black and Chronicles.
Word count: 852/12000+
Rating/Warning: R- violence and language for this scene; The whole story is NC-17 for graphic sexual violence, rape, forced prostitution, language, drugs, murder, mayhem, consensual sex and suicide.
Disclaimers/Author's Notes: Riddick has been captured and forced into taking part in gladiatorial games. He hooks up with Michaela Cotton (OC), one of the women provided for the fighters pleasure. Together they plot to escape. This bit is about training fights and I could use all the help making it believable and interesting I can get.
"It's a bear pit, gentlemen." Lanista had them gather in the middle of the arena, where a twenty by twenty foot canvas mat had been staked on the dirt. "You'll fight until you either force your opponent out or pin him for a three count. Then the winner takes on the next fighter until he's defeated. Any questions?"
The a shiver of movement ran through the men as they tried to surreptitiously pick their fights. Riddick didn't bother to hide his interest.
Lanista started to read off the fight order. The first up were punks. Good enough fighters out in the world, but the weakest guys here. Made sense, Riddick thought, give them a chance to win a few times. Maybe they wouldn't realize they were cannon fodder. The poor fucks.
He was about half way down the list. Just behind Raduski, Monroe's lieutenant. The shit head was making eyes at him now. The fucker did not know what he was in for. Riddick grinned thinking, "don't go breaking your toys, Santa won't bring you more."
The first two up were the Winchester brothers, cousins, butt buddies- Riddick wasn't sure which. Didn't matter. They were fucking hard to tell apart before they put on helmets and pads. They went to their corners and waited for the signal to start.
Lanista waited until they were set, nodded and dropped his hand. They came to the center bouncing around each other and trading light jabs.
Riddick stopped paying attention after a minute or two and went back to pacing. The winner would have to get through a bunch of fights to get to him. By then they'd be worn out. Especially if they never got down to it.
Judo, Aikido, Kali, jailhouse rock, all the fucking names people have thought up to call beating the shit out of each other. Riddick matched up fighter with style. Monroe was an extreme fighter, with a capital E for EXTREME yeah whatever. The Frenchman fought savate when he had to, but preferred the broadsword. Jiro got kicked out of his Sumo stable because an appetite for his opponents body parts.
"Quit playing around," Lanista shouted and the pitch of the fight picked up. Finally one of the boys got a good grip and tossed the other out on his ass.
"Rogers," Lanista motioned for the new fish to take his place.
Rogers bowed to Lanista and the remaining Winchester before taking his stance.
Nobody was fucking off this time. Rogers came out with a furious combination of kicks and strikes. Either he thought he'd seen enough in the first fight or he had a go fast, go hard attitude. Probably both.
Keeping his eyes on the fighting, Riddick paced around the ring. In it fighters came and went and Riddick made mental notes, collecting tells and quirks. This guy liked a hook, jab, knee combo, that one flinched when hit.
When it was time for the fight before his, Riddick stopped pacing and took up a position across the ring from Lanista. Jiro squatted in the corner as Raduski double checked his gear.
The previous fight had all the subtly of a head on collision. Jiro had run into his opponent, hitting him with a dull crunch and kept going until the other guy was out of the ring and on his butt in the sand.
Now Raduski stepped into the ring and nodded to the trainer. Jiro crouched in the traditional start position. The match started and Jiro lunged at Raduski, but he spun away at the last second. If he had hoped to bull fight Jiro out of the ring he was shit out of luck. Jiro changed directions in defiance of momentum and chased Raduski around the ring.
Raduski tried to get control of the fight, tried to land some hits, but Jiro swatted his fists away like pesky flies. Finally Jiro got him by the shirt front and waist band and tossed him out of the ring.
Jiro strutted around the ring and rocked side to side, lifting his feet head high to stomp the demons out of the ring. It might intimidate demons, Riddick just reseated his goggles and stepped into the ring.
"Good luck." Riddick held his hand out to Jiro, who looked at it, looked at Riddick and extended his.
Riddick grabbed Jiro's wrist, and with a hard twisting jerk shoved his shoulder into the other man's armpit. A little more twist and Jiro went over Riddick's hip.
Still holding onto the wrist, he put his foot on Jiro's throat. "Stay down or I'll break your arm."
Jiro swore in Neo-Japanese, breaking into Corp long enough to tell Riddick, "Your mother fucks goats for pay."
"Wouldn't surprise me." By then three seconds had gone by and Riddick turned Jiro loose.
Lanista gave Riddick a disgusted look, but a slow scan of the room let Riddick take the temperature of the other fighters. There was a mixture of speculation, worry and admiration around the ring and Monroe had a gob smacked look. Riddick let one side of his mouth lift up.