The Rhythm of the Night

Well, that was awfully considerate of him. The man who had so roughly accosted him gave him a chance to stand up, which he graciously took. The remnants of the table was now scattered far and wide and would not provide any sort of impediment to the mayhem that was now occurring. The whole VIP room had been well and truly cleared out now, as everyone made way to see the boys fight.

And fight, James intended to do. The aerial ace looked over his opponent. He didn't seem to big, nor threatening, but the remains of a table told him that he could not underestimate this guy, not at all. The suit limited him though, so the aerial ace could not do all the flying moves he usually could. Instead of going for something glorious, the purple haired boy charged forward, aiming a devastating punch towards his opponent's gut.

Ralph was glad that James didn't chicken out and was willing to proceed the fight. Both were loud, but there will be only one winner - and Ralph was sure that it will be him knocking out his opponent. He was kinda happy that he drank only one beer so far. As a German, he has bit higher alcohol tollerance and that one beer didn't really has too bif effect on him. He wasn't 100% sure about James's state, but he saw some wobbly moves from him already.

But fact was that James was still able to land a hard punch - and Ralph felt that from first hand. He was guarding his face, but that wasn't the target. German received pretty harsh hit into his stomach. He flexed the abs to absorb the hit, but he wasn't fast enough. It did help a little, but he still staggered few steps backwards. Ralph placed both arms over his gut and pretended that it hurt way more than it actually did. He was just waiting for James and tried surprising him with elbow hit into his face if he'd come close enough.

James' fist met Juni's tight stomach, and sent the German guy a few steps backwards. The purple haired man felt a surge of pride as he spotted his erstwhile opponent stumbling backwards. The hit was a solid one, and would have sent absolutely everyone a few feet to the rear, so this German punk could hardly be blamed for flying back. James stood up all the way and adjusted his shirt. During the minor conflict, James had started looking more and more disheveled, and someone as image conscious as him would not abide that.

"The name is James by the way. So you can put, cause of death: James on your grave." Once again the lesser Wright plowed forwards, trying to eviscerate the other man with a hardy blow. The problem was, the second he got in close he caught an elbow across the jaw which made him go down like a sack of hammers.

Ralph was really tempted to say something back to James, but he had to remain silent to don't blow up his cover. And patience payed off at the and, since his elbow connected with James's face and even knocked him down on the ground. "From what it look like, this won't be needed." Ralph grinned and continued with banter. "See, your prediction skills are equally bad as your fighting!"

After finished talking, Ralph squated beside James and rolled him on the back, so he could straddle him and sat on his chest. He'd reach toward opponents neck and while his fingers didn't have the best grip out there, Ralph did his best when trying to keep American's head still and constrict some air flow to his lungs. Still having other arm free, Ralph would made a fist in order to land a punch over purple haired guy's face.

Well, that could have gone better. James did not even learn the name of his assailant in all this, which was a bit of a disappointment. What was worse was the fact that he had been elbowed pretty hard across the face. The alcohol dulled the pain quite a bit, and the incipient fight made adrenaline surge through his veins.

And that was not a good combination. The second Ralph tried to get onto his back James bucked like the wildest bronco at the Texas state fair. He knew enough about wrestling to know that you should never let your opponent take your back, so he sent a few elbows upwards as a further measure to ensure that Juni would not find a home there.

Ralph did it again. He wasn't careful enough for the second time in the row. He got to close to his opponent again, just that this time he got in the reach of his arms instead of legs. Judging from his earlier experience and from what he just did, German should have know better. Still, it was too late now as he got a shot into his ribs. Ralph grunted and still trying to get on top of James. But this was bit hard to perform, since he received another elbow shot - this time into his chest and blue haired guy had to back away.

Ralph received two sharp shots in his body, but due to their positions he'll still probably be the first one who will get back up on own feet. It was time to change few things and swap from close encounters to more distant ones. He can still simply kick his body when James is either down or on his way up. And Ralph decided for latter option. He waited for Aerial Ace to start getting up and kick his chest once he'd be half way there.

That was a little bit easier than he anticipated. James never gave himself credit for his wrestling abilities. Everyone in his family was fixated on being the best, but he was ok just skating by. Hell, that was what he did about 90% of the time, anyways. James was pretty thrilled about getting back up and taking it to this asshole who ruined his wonderful little night out. He was feeling as if he would fight him even if he weren't drunk.

Just as he was on his hands and knees, nearly up, when a kick slammed into his ribs. Immediately, the aerial ace went back down to the floor with a loud "Oof!" and went spread eagle. He would be down for a little bit longer, as it turned out.

Ralph was waiting in fighting stance, moving his body back and forth a little and just patiently waiting for James's move. And BAM, with one swift kick he was back down, hugging the floor. The question was how to proceed now; he knew that he should be really carefull about opponent's arms. Third time is the charm they say and Ralph will try taking more tactical approach this time to make sure this will be the case.

He was thinking about several submission holds that he could perform, but there was one simpler way. Weakening him was vital part of applaying a submission and Ralph knew that they weren't at this state yet. So he decided to simplify things a little and simply start choking him by putting his boot on James's neck. "Eat this!" Ralph said down to James and moved his leg so it end up on opponent's neck. While this would be done, he'd shift some weight on it to add some more power on choking.

This was terribly embarrassing. It was always degrading to get choked, but this was easily the most degrading ways anyone had ever tried to rend the oxygen from his system. James sputtered and gasped as the shoe lingered on his soft neck, and he was really beginning to regret that he had drank all those beers, as his thoughts were jumbled and his reaction was far less than coordinated.

So it took a few moments for James to throw together something recognizable as a defense. After a bit where he just thrashed, the aerial ace grabbed this unknown guy's ankle and twisted all he could. James fully anticipated that it would work, but sent a kick up Ralph's backsides anyways, just to ensure that he would be free.

Ralph was looking down at James when he stood on his neck. He saw how his face already got bit of red color, which only encouraged him to add even more pressure on it. Since it took bit more than usual for James to react on his choking, Ralph already thought the fight is getting closer to the end. But than he felt hands around his ankle, which was first warning to do something else; either try to back away or change up things with different attack.

Ralph groaned a little after his ankle got twisted and this really put him in little awkward situation. And kick made whole situation even worse. Trying to yank his leg away might make situation even worse so German boy had to come up with something different. For now, he'll try to endure the pain and send few kicks in opponents ribs. If one kick wouldn't work, he'd keep on with more and try to slip away if James's hold will get bit weaker.