Post by Gabriel McBride on Mar 18, 2014 18:23:33 GMT -5
Gabriel McBride
Full Name- Gabriel Adhran McBride
Gender- Male
Age- 36
Date of Birth- September 15th, 1977
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- Las Vegas, Nevada
Celebrity Claim- Hardy, Tom
What should we call you?- BeyondThePale (BTP)
Play anyone else?- No
Have You Read the Rules?- Wait, I gotta go milk the cat.
Personality-
Gabriel considers himself to be a true modern day warrior, and conducts himself as such. He is honorable to a fault and takes his profession seriously, even though he is not considered to be much of a “bankable” fighter.
When he was a child his father (based on the few memories he had of the man) instilled a very damaging personality flaw which he has foolishly allowed to take control over every aspect of his life. According to his father, a true man has to be the best at everything he does, or move on from doing what he has failed. There were no second chances when it came to the life of the late great, Daniel McBride.
As he grew into adulthood, Gabriel developed an overwhelming desire to obtain financial security. After his birth father had lost everything due to excessive gambling debts, he abandoned his failed life to start another one, and Gabriel was left in the foster system. He vowed to never let money rule him, as it had ruled his father, meaning he would have to have as much of it as he possibly could, at all times.
As far as religion is concerned, he is agnostic-theist, meaning he is of the belief that there is an intelligence which created this world, but there is no way for mortals to fathom the existence and true design of an immortal being. He has studied many religions but he identifies most with ancient Celtic beliefs.
He is extremely paranoid of government officials, from state social workers and psychiatrists to officers and agents of law enforcement. Gabriel is borderline narcissistic, his only saving grace is his love and devotion to his fiance, Rosephine, his Giant Malamute, Dee-Oh-Gee, and respect for his trainer and manager, Hallister.
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
Kinetic Transference: He is not completely susceptible to physical damage. Any physical force which causes him direct harm is spread evenly throughout his body and stored in his muscle tissue. This reserve can then be used to increase his physical attributes (strength, agility, speed, reaction, etc) and/or released through direct physical contact. This does not mean he is impervious to harm, he can be hurt and can even die, but upon coming into physical contact with another object, or organic being, the object or person he is in contact with gains the damaging effects he had previously been given. All stored kinetic energy can be released instantaneously, so damage which is caused to him over time can be added together in one single touch, or burned slowly to fuel his own physical prowess.
Technical Superiority: Gabriel has the ability to surpass the physical expertise of a single subject of his choosing. The subject finds it impossible to out match him in any physical way. He does not mirror the subject, but instead attunes to their particular skill set and he gains their technical expertise, be it martial arts or any other mundane or trained skill set. However, he is not simply as good as his subject. His mind and body has a way of processing a skill or technique to the point that Gabriel is always a little bit stronger, a little bit faster, a little more agile, a little more durable, a little more reflexive, and a little more experienced than his subject.
Intended Upgrade: Technical Superiority will eventually become true superiority.
Connection: Both abilities are connected as a response mechanism to physical situations. They were obtained due to his desire to meet his primary goals/objectives, to always win in any physical competition.
Mixed Martial Arts Training:
Grabriel has been training for the last twenty years to be the best fighter he can possibly be. He started in amateur wrestling when he was in junior high and most of highschool, but his real passion was boxing, which he used to earned himself a scholarship to Georgetown. When he discovered mixed martial arts he became obsessed with the sport as it was not as limiting as boxing and wrestling, allowing for a lot more versatility in techniques. He studied Brazilian jiujitsu to increase his grappling and ground fighting technique and Sambo to increase his wrestling capabilities. These styles weren't helping him much as he was proving to be an okay mixed martial artist at best. He began learning Krav Maga from the father of one of his schoolmates from Georgetown and it lead to a significant increase in his ability to win fights. Whenever he got wind of a martial art that he had no previous training in, he attempted to incorporate their basics into his fighting style, to help him be more versatile in the ring. This rarely did much, since he learned very quickly that he had limited adaptability beyond his own training.
Limits-
Kinetic Transference: He can take severe punishment but as long as it is not a killing blow he can consciously decide when and how much of his gathered kinetic energy to distribute and where. He can store an infinite amount of kinetic energy (physical damage) for a finite amount of time, the less he stores the longer he can successfully maintain it. He must release this energy before his threshold is overwhelmed or it will cause him even greater pain than the initial blow had been, possibly even causing death from internal bleeding. Unless he is allowed to physically release the kinetic energy, he can never recover from physical trauma.
Whatever he makes contact with can only accept a total transference amount equal to the maximum amount of kinetic energy it can take before its threshold breaks. Example: a frail person with a low threshold of pain will break from less kinetic force than a trained and conditioned fighter who is use to taking a punch. And in that same line of reasoning a simple glass window will shatter with less kinetic force than that of one treated to be ballistic resistant. The most powerful benefit of this ability is the fact that even the 'Dead' condition can be transferred so long as physical contact is established at some point with another living entity (the same rules of kinetic transference applies in regard to the target's maximum threshold). While dead, Gabriel is unconscious and unable to initiate this power, so it is technically in free fall, until the moment physical contact with a potential organic host is achieved.
Technical Superiority: Gabriel must be able to, in some way, perceive his target before he can adapt to their physical skills and attributes. This ability triggers as a reaction to the level of adrenaline Gabriel releases in response to the desire to over come his opponent, and increases as that desire increases until he is physically and technically superior to his opponent. If he has a cache of kinetic energy, he may tap into it to decrease his response time, reacting to immediate threats that he may not be able to perceive until the last moment, and increase his kinetic output to intensify his physical attributes.
With the definition above in mind, this ability only allows Gabriel to be either as good as he is normally, or gain advantage over his current opponent/target. He adapts to virtually anything that can be and has been adopted into his opponent's muscle memory and the part of the brain which distributes fighting instincts and technical prowess.
He does not have to see the skill being used in order to attune to it, he only needs to perceive the target and his brain manages to attune to them. This is what I like to call, the "anything you can do I can do better" ability. Or at least that is eventually what it will become, on a more generalized scale. Currently Technical Superiority only involves things a being is physically capable of. This does not involve power mimicry, unless the ability is physical in nature such as super strength, speed, agility, etc., and it only last as long as he is in perceivable proximity of the target.
Appearance-
Gabriel stands roughly six feet three inches tall, weighing two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is in prime physical condition making it obvious he has a deep obsession with fitness. He doesn't exactly have what most would consider, quintessential model type good looks, but he is moderately attractive to some, in a potentially dangerous and unpredictable sort of way.
He has several tattoos; 1. The Virgin Mary on his left arm with some tagging on his shoulder. 2. Drama Masks with the words 'Smile now Cry later'. 3. A dragon on his left underarm. 4. Fighting Irish leprechaun on his right arm with a tribal band around it. 5. A full back tattoo of the angel of death standing in a graveyard behind an unmarked tombstone.
Faction- Neutral (he is capable of going either way)
Birthplace- Belfast, Ireland
Mother- Bridget McBride/ 37 (Deceased)/Singer-Song Writer/ Special: Emotion Manipulation. She had the ability to inspire any emotion she desired with her voice.
Father- Daniel McBride Sr./ 42(Deceased)/ Gambler-Pub Owner/ Special: Clairvoyant. Mostly he could see through other people's eyes but he also had a lucky streak that got him into a lot of trouble.
Siblings- Daniel McBride Jr./42(Living)/Unknown/Special: Phasing. He can move through solid matter)
Spouse / Partner- Rosephine Lee/33 (living)/Cutman-MD, recently focused as a Sports Medical Doctor/ civilian.
Children- None.
History-
Gabriel McBride was raised in northern Ireland. At the age of 8 his mother passed away and he began acting out in violent ways. His father was a gambler, he took him to any and every sporting even, as he tried to teach his son how to separate a winner from a loser based on intuition and what he liked to call 'common sense' (Which was more akin to the 'feelings' gamblers all seem to believe they possess). His father was the best, he never lost a bet and he was never wrong when he claimed to see a winner. That is until the day he got involved with a arms dealer who just happened to also moonlight as a bookie. The man thought Gabriel's father was somehow stealing information, because he managed to bet correctly on a fixed fight, which just so happened to be a long shot that no one else aside from the bookie and Gabriel's father bet on.
Needless to say, Gabriel's father was on the bookie's hit list, and when he wouldn't give up the 'source' of his information, the man killed him right in front of Gabriel.
Before Gabriel could fully accept what had happened, he was on a plane to the United States to an adoption agency as per a request in his father's will. According to his father's written statement and several documents in Gabriel's name, he was technically born in Las Vegas, Nevada. His parents had come to Las Vegas because Gabriel's father wanted to see the Sugar Ray Leonard and Thomas Hearns fight at Ceasar's Palace. Just before their flight home that same night his mother went into labor and he was born as an american citizen.
Gabriel was raised in the Nevada foster care system, moving from foster home to foster home until he was released on his own recognizance on his 18th birthday. He already had his high school diploma for 2 years by that time and made it through college on a Boxing scholarship.
He attended an illegal Mixed Martial Arts event with one of his old boxing coaches from the University of Texas at Austin (where he finished his degree in sports management). His Coach at the time, Joseph Hallister had another agenda than a simple night out. It turned out to be a recruitment exercise. And it worked...
Gabriel instantly became obsessed with MMA fighting. Joel became his manager and the next thing he knew he was fighting professionally. It was a few matches after he went pro when he met his future fiance, Rosephine Lee, a Malaysian native who came to the united states to study medicine. Against the advice of his coach and manager, he made her his "cut-man", not out of a necessity (he had never lost a fight and never was badly injured enough to require medical attention, regardless of the beating he appeared to take), this was out of infatuation with the woman, and her extensive expertise. And she did not accept the offer because she aspired to work as an MMA medical examiner, she had the talent and skill to become a doctor in any field she desired. The truth was that she was just as infatuated with him as he was with her.
This is where the story begins...Gabriel is becoming more and more competitive the more fights he loses and this unhealthy obsession has been putting a strain on his personal relationships. If he continued to lose, it would eventually force him to abandon every friendship he ever made. But regardless of his growing obsessiveness, Rosephine did not back down an inch, she was with him through thick and thin, no matter how hopeless he seemed to become, she still believed in him. He would become a great fighter one day, or he would spend every waking moment until his death trying, and she was determined to stick with him every step of the way. Which was why it was no surprise that Gabriel proposed to her. For the last two weeks of his training for a Heavy Weight Championship qualifying match, which landed on him at the last minute because no other fighter would agree to fight with so little prep time...but already he seemed different...more confident...more centered....and with that came enough confidence for him to want to move their relationship to the next stage. She agreed but told him, in her usual playful way, that he had to win in order for her to actually go through with it. For once he knew he was not going to lose...something deep inside of him would not allow him to accept even the most minute suspicion that he would lose this fight.
Sample RP-
Gabriel staggered, his knees became weak and his head spun as he attempted to recover from his opponent's last exchange. It wasn't the first elbow to the right side of his jaw, it wasn't the follow up hook to the left side, it wasn't even the knee lift to his solar plexus that caused his current predicament. It was the crushing force of the elbow that ended the combination directly on the top of his head which followed the knee lift...That was all it would have taken. Gabriel felt the pain for a only a moment then a bright flash of light stole his vision and he felt the world fall away from him. The fight was over, and he hadn't even made it to the second round. The mat faded into a toxic vapor that had infected his lungs. Everything felt so heavy and he barely felt the wind brush across his cheeks as he fell forward to embrace the emptiness. He was gone, and he didn't have time to mourn his own passing...such a fleeting thing...something he was more than use to by now.
As he fell into the abyss of unconsciousness, he felt a sudden crushing force in his chest. At first he thought he had landed on the mat and began to immediately lament his ineptitude...but something immediately changed...he was pushed back and he felt the cold steel of the cage on his back. Air filled his lungs and the world instantly came back into focus. He shook his head and couldn't contain a smirk as the bell rang. The round was over and he was on his feet. He saw the look of frustration on his more skilled opponent. The Muay Thai fighter inadvertently saved Gabriel from a knockout due to his own over zealousness. He followed up the elbow strike to his skull, the knock out blow, with a toe kick to Gabriel's chest, effectively kick starting him back into consciousness. His frustration was almost palpable.
And there Gabriel stood, 3 fractured ribs, a potential concussion, and a severely bruised abdomen...But he was still in the game. Something he hadn't even thought was possible. Round 2 was on its way, and he didn't know whether or not he should really be happy about it as he stumbled to his corner and took his seat.
”Gabe...you're getting' your ass handed to you in a flaming paper bag of shit out there...snap out of it!” Exclaimed Hallister as he followed the medical team into the ring.
A slender asian woman with long black hair and a disapproving frown etched upon her face, her brown eyes staring daggers into Gabriel's heart as she began to examine him. She grabbed one side of his jaw with one hand, her fingers digging into his face as she turned his head, while holding a flashlight in her opposite hand shining it briefly into each eye. She would say nothing, but the look in her eyes told Gabriel all he needed to know, she was not happy and he would hear all about it after the fight was over. Rosephine, his guardian angel.
He barely heard Hallister's tirade, but he knew the gist of it. He was messing up...and if this fight continued the way it was going he wouldn't get another chance like this, perhaps for the remainder of his career. He was 36 years old, and he never had much of a career until recently. He had a lucky break with his last fight with a ranking contender, all be it 5th in line to the title, and brutally taking advantage of a slip up, turning it into one of the most impressive exchanges he had in his 12 year MMA career. He won and got some recognition, enough to fit himself into this match at the last minute. His opponent was Samuel “The Rama” Wattana, the current number 2 in line for the heavy weight championship. He had 3 months to prepare, but everyone involved with the MMA knew that even if he had 3 years to prepare, he wouldn't be able to change the fact that he would need a second miracle to ensure his victory.
I'm not goin' to sit here and ramble on about what you had to go through to get here. I'm not goin' to point out that your 36 years old and this is more than likely your last shot at anything resemblin' a career...I'm not goin' to remind you that it was a damn miracle from god almighty, himself, that put you where you are...” Hallister wasn't a religious man, but it never stopped him from using the motivating power of religious guilt upon his roman catholic fighter, to verbally knock some sense into him. As the med team got out of his way he stood directly in front of Gabriel with his hands on either shoulder as he continued to shout into his face. ”Let's be honest here Gabe...your a subpar fighter at your best...but even you can bleed better than this...I've seen it...I've watched better fighters beat and break you into a bloody mess of a meat bag...but you kept trucking, you stood strong and you took your beatings like a man.” He poured some water into Gabriel's mouth from a tapped bottle. ”You've taken worse beatings than this piss ant can dish out...so if I see you get all weak in the knees over this bum one more time, I swear to Jesus and his dear old pappy that I will personally remove your manhood with my bare hands and pay for the two of you to go on a pretty little honeymoon in Pampii. Do you get me sailor?”
Gabriel spit into the bucket provided by one of his attendants and smirked at Hallister's attempted jab. ”Bare hands Hal?...I didn't think you cared so much.” He managed before Rosephine stuffed his mouth guard into place, gave him a last once over and left the ring, her hand lingered on his shoulder as she backed away and he made eye contact. She was concerned...but not sympathetic. He knew she wanted him to win, almost as much as he wanted to win...Her eyes brought him back from his dazed confusion regarding how lucky he was to still be in this fight. Luck had to go out the window...it was time to get serious.
”You got the luck of the irish on your side boy. You bleed green and spit clovers...Now get your ass out there and put this mess to rest. One way or another something ends today...your losing streak, or your career...Your choice...” Hallister wasn't yelling at this point, he was as dry as Gabriel had ever seen him. This really was it...They all knew it. Now all he had to do was go out there and put everything he had into it...he owed it to himself, he owed it Hallister and he owed it to Rosephine. 12 years led up to this 2nd round, and he wasn't about to piss all that away.
Gabriel's eyes fell on his opponent as Hallister left the ring. He got back to his feet and rolled his shoulders back as he cracked his neck to either side, waiting for the bell. He was still feeling a little light headed, but he knew as soon as the bell rang he would become more grounded...more focused.
He closed his eyes and began he felt something he had never felt before. A cold breeze rushed down his spine and all the aches and pains fell to his hands and feet. His mind cleared and he saw the first round play out in his mind, play by play, as if he was watching it from the side lines in slow motion. He recalled his opponent's starting stance, every twitch before he went for a kick or a punch, every movement and every preparation...then he began to map out this next round, based on what happened before. He thought he was simply focusing his mind on the fight and preparing himself, just like he did before the bell for every new round. But, this time it felt different. He felt a deeper sense of clarity than he had ever felt before. He could sense his opponent's movements as clearly as he could sense his own, without opening his eyes he knew that his stance mirrored his opponent's perfectly.
Wattana changed up his stance, obviously confused by Gabriel's mocking movements and was equally confused when Gabriel followed his switch fluidly at the exact time and pace as he did. However he didn't have time to process the implications...
The bell rang...
...The round began...
...And Gabriel's eyes opened...
Gabriel and his opponent reacted at almost the exact same time, in similar fashion, but it was Gabriel who seemed the quicker of the two. He came at Wattana with a high crecent round house kick that was only intended to send his opponent back a step, before he planted his foot and lashed out at the Muay Thai Fighter with his other foot, landing a straight kick to his opponent's chest. Wattana fell back a few steps holding his chest, his face betraying his continued confusion. Gabriel stepped back and took a lower stance, his expression making it clear that he was just as confused by the exchange as his opponent.
Wattana came out of his confusion quicker than Gabriel and came in with a low standing side kick followed immediately by a high kick, a combination that would end in either one or two points of advantage for the Muay Thai Fighter- a knee shot, a head shot, or both- but Gabriel seemed to react on instinct blocking the low kick with a dropped elbow and raising his stance to allow his forearm to block the high kick that was aimed for his head. Gabriel countered with backhand jab which landed hard on the bridge of his opponent's nose, staggering him back another step.
Gabriel was still confused, but he recovered a lot quicker than before, knowing that he had to capitalize on his good fortune. He closed the distance between him and his staggering opponent catching a wild swing at his opponent's wrist with his right hand and throwing his arm out wide as he turned 180 degrees, keeping his feet firmly planted in a wide stance, to drop his left elbow onto Wattana's crown forcing him down to one knee. Gabriel followed the impact immediately correcting his twisted body, and using the momentum of his second 180 degree turn to drive his right elbow into Wattana's face...but the Muay Thai fighter managed to block at the last moment using the momentum of the strike to lift himself back to his feet.
The two squared off again, pacing each other, Wattana deciding not to continue underestimating his opponent and Gabriel trying to keep up whatever advantage it was he had gained in this second round. Oddly enough, with each connected strike, he was even starting to push past the pain of his fractured ribs, breathing a little easier and moving a little more fluidly.
Wattana, who also had a background in tae kwon do - as well as capoeira- beyond Muay Thai, elected to switch up his style a bit and began using his ginga movements, keeping himself in a state of constant motion keeping him from being easily targeted by Gabriel's sudden burst of aptitude, as well as hopefully covering his next attack.
Gabriel watched Wattana's foot work, once again it was as if his opponent was moving in slow motion, allowing him to memorize the patterns of his movements. How he was able to do this, without knowing much about the capoeira style, was beyond his current ability to comprehend, but he was not going to let that dissuade him. This was working for him, whatever THIS was.
After two initiating movements in his ginga, Wattana came at Gabriel with a rapid stream of low kicks, followed by a back flip which came with an upward swinging kick aimed for his chin, but Gabrield managed to avoid each kick at the last possible moment. Wattana put every ounce of his skill into this exchange, making the point clear as he landed from his back flip in a crouch and springing from the mat, leaning back as he did so, and kicking out with both feet connecting solidly with Gabriel's chest, pushing him back and almost off his feet.
Gabriel recovered quickly as Wattana landed on his outstretched hand and spun and flipped around back onto his feet and into his ginga. He didn't allow Wattana to get through one exchange of movement before he closed the distance between them once again, causing his opponent to react earlier than he originally anticipated as he dived into a front flip, looking to drop his right heel onto Gabriel's head. Gabriel was quick to move his head to one side and plant his feet as he caught Wattana's leg on the hook of his right arm. Gabriel lowered his stance allowing his shorter opponent to land on his feet and dropped to one knee as he spun and with his left hand, slapped Wattana's foot out from under him, flipping the Muay Thai Fighter onto his upper back, folding him like an acordian.
Wattana got back to his feet as Gabriel turned to receive him. He attempted a low angled kick aimed for the back of Gabriel's knee but he lifted his leg to avoid impact, something the Muay Thai fighter was prepared for. As Gabriel hooked his leg out and over Wattana's attempted kick locking his feet back on the mat, the Muay Thai fighter sprung into the air again and came in forward with an elbow aimed for Gabriel's face Gabriel managed to block at the last moment with both forearms, but the force of the impact sent him back a few steps. Wattana responded immediately with a few quick steps, launching himself forward into a knee strike landing on Gabriel's collar bone and pushing him into the cage fence behind him.
The Muay Thai fighter followed up with a relentless string of elbow, knee, forearm and shin strikes that Gabriel tried frantically to block simply by guarding his head with his forearms and lower his stance to block his other vitals with his elbows. Even in this desperate situation Gabriel managed to figure out Wattana's rhythm and after a few combinations, he managed to match his opponent's movements so that his forearms blocked both forearm and intended elbow strikes and his elbows hit a few knee strikes, until finally he slowed Wattana's rhythm enough to catch a shin kick to his side locking his leg up in his arm. Gabriel struck Wattana's trapped and twisted leg at the side of his knee with his forearm and stood from his crouched stance throwing a backhand fist across his face. He immediately hooked his hand behind Wattana's head and spun it toward the fence, folding him up and lifting him slightly off the mat as he threw the Muay Thai fighter's back into the fencing.
As soon as Wattana hit the mat, Gabriel dropped his left knee into his neck pinning him against the fence and the mat at an awkward angle and proceeded to drive his left fist into his face while holding his head back for a clear shot with his right hand. Lucky for Wattana, Gabriel was pulled away from him by the referee, because he didn't want the fence used to hold the Muai Thai fighter in place.
The two combatants squared off again, but the bell rang ending the second round.
Hallister's words fell on def ears. Gabriel was focused on his opponent and only his opponent. There was one round left...he needed to end this before the next bell. He didn't need Hallister to point that out to him. Though his focus was set, he couldn't help but steal a glance to his right, looking into the eyes of the woman of his dreams. She was just as surprised with his sudden burst of intuitiveness and technique as he was, but it was another look in her eyes that brought him to dig even deeper into himself for this fight. She wanted him to win...and he couldn't let her down.
Gabriel came out of his corner, his opponent had rushed him though he walked calm and collected...focused on his target...ducking under the Thai Fighter's high crescent kick aimed for the side of his head, Gabriel came back to a standing position, easily bobbing and weaving, showing no signs of fatigue, or at the very least, less signs than his opponent. Wattana quickly regained his footing and shuffled back to a position that he could best put his deadly lower appendages to work, this time lifting his right leg for a wide shin kick aimed for Gabriel's rib cage. Gabriel countered with a cross-down elbow strike to his opponent's shin bone, causing him to retreat and shake off the unexpected offensive defense, as he favored his now bruised shine bone
Wattana recovered once again this time rushing in with two quick low sweep kicks which were blocked with either of Gabriel's shins, in rapid succession. The Thai Fighter recovered once again, but since he was not moved back this time, he adapted his movements to accommodate for a close quarter assault, attempting to land a combination of elbows which were met by Gabriel's forearms and the occasional elbow of his own.
Gabriel ended the combination block with a right downward strike, catching his fist on his opponent's temple, which caused Wattana to fall back to his side and catch himself from hitting the mat, by dropping to one knee on the mat.
Gabriel backed up couple of steps, giving his opponent space to stand and regain his footing, ignoring the protests from his corner. The Thai fighter didn't know how to react, it was as if he was facing a completely different opponent each time the bell rang. His confusion showed plainly in his movements and technique as he fumbled to find a rhythm that was never going to be allowed to build up momentum.
Wattana stepped forward but leaped into the air as Gabriel's foot came out to block what seemed like another kick coming from his opponent's left leg, but instead it became a jumping knee strike that would have put a lesser fighter down and out. Which was how most would have described Gabriel before this fight.
After having been a decent, and mostly versatile, mixed martial artist for so many years (yeah he was good but he was never great), he finally seemed to have found his center...and here in that center...he was the master...he was superior...he was finally a winner...
Gabriel caught the knee with both forearms, turned into a shield at the very last possible moment. At the same time he felt the impact of his opponent's knee crash into his arms, he pushed back as the Thai fighter dropped back to his feet, staggering as he tried to regain his balance...to regain his center... but Gabriel was already lined up for his next move, he would not allow Watanna to find that center...He side stepped into the Muay Thai fighter's landing path and struck him hard with a side kick to the solar plexus, sending him the remaining few feet back to the cage. Springing forward, Wattana tried to use the momentum of the cage to realign himself with his opponent, but Gabriel reversed his opponent's momentum, crossing both forearms and lowering his stance so as to catch his slightly taller opponent by the abdomen, lifting him slightly off the mat and leaned forward pushing him back into the cage with such force that it nearly ripped it from its restraints. Wattana hit the cage so hard that it could almost be heard over the screams and cheers of the crowd...but what came next nearly left even those deafening cheers and jeers in a hushed silence.
Gabriel immediately closed the few feet between them with a knee lift lunge to his opponent's midsection causing the muay thai fighter to remain pinned against the cage instead of staggering forward once again, also causing him to haunch over a bit. Then Gabriel immediately side stepped and shuffled his feet positioning himself for a knee lift to his opponent's face with his opposite leg, hitting with such force, Wattana hit the back of his head against the fencing and paused before staggering forward, oblivious to his own movements.
Gabriel did not allow him even a moment to recuperate. He stepped ahead of the Thai fighter and spun a 180 degree turn and pushed his open palms out and into his opponent's torso pushing him against the already loosened gate, the restraints bending, threatening to snap at any moment. Then he took a few steps back as Wattana hit the fence once again. His opponent was propelled forward several steps from the extra spring of the now loosened gate, as Gabriel's leg went completely over his head, allowing him a brief moment, almost as long as it took his opponent to blink, as he stopped dead in his momentum, thinking he had managed to duck the kick, which was soon revealed as an obvious ploy. At least to anyone watching the slow motion replay after ward...
Gabriel touched down with his right foot from the intentionally avoided crescent round house kick, stepping to his opponent's side and instantly shifted his weight and leaped into the air even before Wattana began to turn, anticipating his movements, seconds before they occurred. Wattana turned, thinking to capitalize on his apparent dodge, but was caught completely by surprise, by a descending Gabriel, and a elbow being dropped on the top of his head, dropping him almost immediately to the canvas like a sack of bricks.
When the bell rang for the last time, Gabriel had just regained his consciousness from being lost in the combat focus...and he turned to his corner, looking a bit more confused than his manager and his 'cut-man', which was some feat considering that they both appeared to be completely, unequivocally, awestricken.
Gabriel tried to smile as the referee stepped up to raise his hand in victory at the obvious knockout, but he could only manage a smirk...his lips were twitching too much to successfully accomplish anything more...
