The Rhythm of the Night

James was a little weak on the twisted ankle. He wanted to turn Ralph all the way to the ground, and he was sure that the the twist along with the kick was sure to put Ralph on his ass. But the kid had more moxie than that. It showed a ton of heart, and it was terribly annoying. To make matters worse, a few kicks rammed into his ribs. He wasn't quite sure how Ralph balanced, but whatever. Good for him.

And bad for James. The situation was getting fairly dire as James was losing oxygen by the second. The pain rocking his ribs made matters all the worse, so he had to do something unorthodox. Again, he twisted Ralph's ankle, this time far harder, only this time he scooted with his legs as well, reckoning that this would surely throw the boy off balance.

Ralph managed to land few kicks in James's ribs, but this didn't solve his problem. His ankle was still trapped and twisting became even harder. He was out of ideas what to do in current circumstances, but James made things bit easier regarding his decisions. Well kinda easier, since he sweeped his legs and caused German to collapse down on the floor - so far about easy way to free his ankle. Well, at least his other leg and both arms were still free.

Ralph decided not to complicate too much with attacks, since it seemed way easier and more effective to use his other leg in current situation. But to switch up things a little, he decided to change the target. Instead of aiming for opponents ribs, he went for a face. He tried to position himself so he would be able to raise his leg right above James 's head. It wouldn't be as much of a kick, but just a swing down toward the face. Ralph hoped that he'd hit his nose or mouth with a heel of the boot and finally managed to crawl to the freedom.

James was breathing and living easy now. Sure, he was on the floor, but given how much he planned on consuming he was going to wind up on the floor anyways. But to truly enjoy that, one needed to not have a foot on their throat and not be losing a fight. James was still losing, and pretty badly, but his disposition made him feel like he could turn things around.

This time he could see it coming, unlike the shots to the ribs. An unpleasant looking boot was coming down on his face, and the aerial ace had just enough awareness and speed to stop it right before it slammed on him. He brushed it aside, meaning that the boy's ankle came down on his shoulder, but that was no wound he couldn't brush off.

In an attempt to get this fight on more familiar ground, James attempted to scramble away and get on his two feet.

Ralph was bit dissapointed after his hit didn't reach the target, since it had potential for instant KO there. But looking from the bright side, James finally released his hold, which gave Ralph freedom to move again. He rolled away and got back on his feet. His ankle hurt a little from the lock before, but blue haired guy was still good enough to continue fighting. Maybe he won't be able to perform any high jumping shanenigans as he love to do, but maybe that's better for him since floors here are way harder than ring canvas.

Seeing the half of broken table near him, Ralph walked in this direction to pick it up. He didn't want to throw it, since they were quite far apart and James could easily avoid it. Instead, German boy simply grabbed the table and carried it with him. He took his time and slowly walked toward James and once he'd be close enough, he'd swing with his newest weapon and try to hit James's head.

James was up, and moving. He had gained himself a few yards distance from the boy that had been hounding him, and the impetus was on him to act, and act properly. This guy was proving to be quite the fighter, and James knew that any false steps would be sorely punished. All the actions of this evening were culminating now, as his vision was blurred and his sides were aching.

Feeling like he had to act, the aerial ace charged forward. Half a table collided with his head, and he was unconscious before he hit the ground.

Ralph swinged and managed to hit James right on his head. He was satisfied seeing him collapsing down like some kind of bag. He agressively threw the table away and raised his arms high in the air. There were some mixed responds from the crowd - some were admiring him while others was scared of his brutality. But there was one person whose opinion was important - cute girl he met before the fight.

Ralph put the leg on James and pushed it a little to check for his movements. Seeing that he's not moving at all, Ralph turned around and began searching for girl. He wasn't lucky though, since it appeared that she already left. And he didn't even managed to get her number.

Ralph began to rouse. He hadn't been knocked out in a long time, not since his match with Madonna. When he woke up, he was swimming through a world he hardly recognized. The drunkenness overwhelmed him, but no moreso than the pain did. He was simply incapable of walking in a straight line as he haphazardly ambled out of the bar. There was a few members of the bar staff who insisted he pay for the damage he caused, but he pretended to not speak enough Japanese to understand them.

He stumbled out of the bar. First, he would lick his wounds. Then he would form a plan to get back at this little twerp. That would probably involve his sister, of course...