No holds bar sparing (for beangraff)

The gym looked empty except for one man who was siting at the turnbuckle a towel over his head and his sweat droping down. If anyone noticed it was the mad hatter in the ring however no one could really tell seeing as how he was not in his normal outfit. He was wearing a normal black tea shirt with normal lose blue jeans and white wrap around his hands. His hat was on the turn buckle and he was staring into space his face looked empty. "Your taunghting me......Why would you call me here and not fight me? Are you scared?.... He growled and threw his towel on the mat and walked over to a bag.

He would start to punch it just hitting it with a few normal jabs then out of no where his eyes would start to narrow as he started punching it more and more power until he pulled back and punched the bag at full power and speed the power and speed made the bag break off the slammed into the ground. He would pant and walk back over to the ring placeing a hand on his head and grinning [i]"Look what you made me do....I hope i don't get yell at" He would grin and just sit there the door open and the light shining in.

John cracked his neck a bit as he approached the entrance to the gym. After his intense match with Drake, where he had hurt his neck, the soreness had finally died down, and he was ready for a match…a match which thus far was NOT forthcoming.

Frustrated, he would normally have gone for a run, but the storm out side was so bad he decided itâ€d be best to work out in the gym. So, he had dawned his old PT gear, a light gray tee shirt emblazoned with the word “ARMY” across the chest, and comfortable black shorts. He was no longer a soldier, but still was proud of his service and past career.

As he reached the door, the bright lights shining out into the corridor, he saw a strange man assaulting one of the punching bags. He smirked as he watched the bag fall down to the ground.

“Congratulations, stranger” He said, a bit sarcastically, “You have won a glorious victory over that inanimate object over there. But how are you against a target that can fight back?”

He would sigh and stand up as he looked at the strange man who seemed to come out of know where. "Heh nice joke....I wonder how long it took you to think of that one." He smiled and moved some hair away from his face as he stood up and grabbed his hat placing it on his head "Well i guess to find that out we need to have a match huh?"

He would get into the ring inside of the gym and stand in one of the corner he started to unwrap his bandages around his hands. As it fell there was a little blood seen on them it was from when he was training earlier he smiled and waited for his opponent to get to his side so they could start.

John chuckled at the sarcastic answer. He had no idea who this person was, but a bit of a spar was just what he needed to distract him from his frustration. He smiled broadly as he began to approach the ring.

”Very well, a spar right here, right now, no holds barred.” He said, climbing into the ring with his new opponent. He bounced about on the balls of his feet, eager for a bit of fun and diversion.

John then quirked his head a bit as he saw the strange man place a hat about his head. Odd gear for a match, it wasnâ€t a piece of kit he usually kept with him…seemingly forgetting about the fact that he was about to fight the strange man, he paused to mention the hat.

“That hat is awesome…maybe I should wear a hat. Or a Fez. Fezzes are cool, donâ€t you think?”

Hatter would raise a eye brow as the male started to talk about his hat. He was some what happy that someone other then him saw how cool his hat was but then the male started to talk about the joke of a hat called a fez. Hatter just sighed "Its a shame i thought you had good taste in hats i guess i was wrong....and no sir fezzes are not cool"

With that he would start walking to the center of the ring so they could begging there match the right way maybe with a test of strength or something like that as he stood there waiting for his opponent to get to the center still thinking of how much he failed by talking about the fez.

This one communisticall interloper! He has no idea about anything! He has insulted the Fez! THE FEZ! He could never reveal to the Hatter that he actually had a vast collection of Fezzes and Bow Ties in his apartment.

“But…whu…the fuck?! Fezzes are so cool! Right up there with bow ties and tweed! You, sir, clearly know nothing about anything!”

‘What a miserable failureâ€, he thought, as he approached his opponent. Having been offended by the hatter, John would approach the middle and take a grappling stance. Then, heâ€d quickly lock up his arms with the Hatterâ€s, trying to grapple him down to the ground where his stronger marathon runnerâ€s legs and skill in submission would give him an advantage.

He would grin as he started to put his full boxing arm strength into the grapple at the same time he would try to pych his opponent out so that he might start to get distracted. "Bow ties are stupid also tweed is the worse item i have ever had on" He would grin and try to put all his arm strength into one push to bring him down to his knees if he does he would aim a knee to his face and then use his lock to bring his opponent into a standing position and let go quickly to start with a quick upper cut to get a early lead.

"What?!" He was becoming enraged, his opponent seamed to be doing anything he could to piss John off. His face was becoming a beat red. The Hatter WAS succeeding in psyching him out, but he was also provoking rage in John.

So, forgetting the grappling, at the same time the Hatter tried to push John down, he'd shoot out a foot to try and kick the Hatter in the stomach. All he wanted to do was strike and strike hard. Of course, before he could see if the kick connected our not, he'd fall backwards from loosing his balance. He hit the mat hard, the back of his head bouncing against it as his angry eyes looked up to see if his kick connected.

When the man aimed a kick at him the hatter was quick to let go and moved his arm to smack the kick away moving it out of the way in time his arm was slightly hurt but he saved himself form worse damage. "All i know is that bow ties, tweed, and fez make you look like...well rather like a nerd sir."

Hatter smiled trying to get into the mind of the other male he was trying to get him angry and enraged so that he would stop thinking about his moves and just start going crazy which in hatters case would give him a advantage. He would get back into fighting position as he waited for his opponent to get back up. "Come on you can't be down already sir are you? He raised his eye brow as he grinned at the other male.

"No, nerds join the Air Force, not the Army..." He said, chuckling at his own joke.

'Alright,' John thought to himself, 'This guy's trying to get under my skin. Basic psychological warfare, infantry did the same thing in the sandbox with loud speakers...not falling for that'

"Oh, don't worry," John said, climbing to his feet and taking a mobile stance, legs spread apart and knees bent, "I'm up once more."

This time, now understanding that the Hatter was just trying to annoy him and make him loose his cool, he remained disciplined. His arms were raised, ready to move to block any attack, and he bounced back and forth between the balls of his two feet, ready to evade then capitalize. He was going to force the Hatter to attack him directly, knowing he'd have the size and strength advantage in such an engagement. He remained in the middle of the ring, equidistant to all four sides and corners.