Brawl of the Windsors: TR vs Edward [Prime]

Wimbledon arena

The proud stage of the United Kingdom. Today there will be a 'charity' event between two siblings, a glorified. The theme was wet back to october 1805, a bare knuckle prize ring. An Ode to the black terror, one of TR's idols growing up Bill Richmond who is one of the world's first black superstar. Lord Byron wrote poems about this man, and went to his boxing school which is the first in London.

A milling is about to happen between two englishmen, a popular spectacles from the 1790's a century of king hits and knockouts. Beer, beef and strong the stuff that makes britain tough. Stripping to the waist, standing firm and punching people. For only Britain's toughest man, young boys wanted to be them. Heroes for honor and big money, jugglers and fire eaters were present for the festivities. 18th century prizefight rules, a mix between boxing and wrestling. Throws as well as blows, decided by the umpire. Kicking was allowed (which TR is unable to do), kidneys are valid targets and 'choppers' are legal moves within the ruleset.

This event can very well even go for through two hours. Minutes filled with men thrown over the shoulder, knuckling the eyes, head-butting and all sorts of unpleasantries. Hands can be easily disfigured, slugging it out until one of them was down or dead. TR is not planning to dance around anytime soon, he wants to exchange hits with his dear brother. Also a round ends when a man was “downed” by the opponent's punch. He was given thirty seconds to rest if thrown, and eight seconds to come to the center of the ring to resume fighting. When the man could not come to scratch or the center of the ring, he was considered the loser of the fight.

Edward prepares himself in his dressing room. Whilst this fight was only an exhibition, the two brothers had fought in the past and Eddy knew this was a better suited arena to his brother than himself. Whilst he had certain advantages physically over his brother he was not a boxer he used his knees, elbows, shins and even his whatever was going to be the most advantageous in a fight. He would have to rely on movement and hope TR didn't tag him to many times early on.

KNOCK KNOCK "Your majesty this is you two minute warning"

Looking over to the table Edward could see his shorts that a promoter insisted he wore they where not his usual cup of tea. A prince in sequin shorts he quaffed as he pulled them on.

Flipping his robe's hood over his head the champion walked over to the door. A group of charitable dignitaries a few celebrities and few members of the COP's who Eddy had invited.

Smiling to his friends he fired off a speedy Ali shuffle shadowboxing a little as hes feet shifted around. Eddy didn't quite get why his brother had requested bare knuckle or how he had managed to get such a fight sanctioned in the modern age. But he knew it was to late to start asking questions and it was time to put on a show for the people and make a hell of a lot of money for good causes.

Play this now

Walking through the curtain his music began to play and Edward strolled down the runway waving to the crowd. Stepping into the ring he then had to wait for TR. Throwing his robe into the crowd Edward started to warm the crowd up with a little show boating. The prince of power jokingly pointing at the likes of Lennox Lewis and Daniel Craig seated near the front flexing his right bicep and and shaked his head. Before he had stopped messing around, his brother started his walk to the ring. Edward turned and watched locking stares with his TR. The fight had already started round one was the mind games.

TR is hitting the heavy-bag loaded with stone, giving it a flurry from the outside to powder its contents. Industrial jackhammers and military grade pile-drivers cannot compete with his fists, manipulating a thousand light punches from every conceivable angle. Remembering childhood as they had a quarrel when playing knights of the round table, both of them wanting to be King Arthur and nobody wants to be Lancelot.

"Get up boy, its showtime!"

He will not use that chop-sockey trite from orient town, just good old fashioned british fisticuffs. His coach gave him the warmup slaps, two to the face and more to the back to warm him up.

He came with a knight's armor as he waltzed in with a gallant horse, cantering with his head up and his ego inflated by the roaring crowds. He's smelled the chips and the tea around the stadium. Making sure that everyone had a cup in their hands.

Letting his horse off as he proceeds to dance into the ring, before giving and homage to Prince Naz by flipping over the top rope. Landing on both feet as the armor disassembled in mid air. He had to lobby the MP's and bring about the memories of the olden days of good english prizefighting. Also beat up a few rowdy irishmen, so far things went jolly. His hands are itching to land on Edwards' face.

Intro

The referee told them both to meet at the center of the scratch and bump knuckles, and explains the rules. Both men met glares before returning into their sides as the first round is about to start . Several policemen are available in the arena just in case that evacuation is deemed necessary, with both combatants being superbeings and whatnot. Seats are full, and pubs all across the UK are loaded with gentlemen and dames alike. The signal is on and TR began to move, orthodox position.

After the bell rang Edward started to circle around the ring. Weighing up his options in his mind, knowing if his brother attempted to rush him he would have the speed advantage. Should he start heavy ? try and and tank his brother superior boxing technique. Rely on his cunning and speed to try and shake his brother out of his A game. Or should he try and counter punch the better technique of TR. Remembering the last time the two fought his choice was made "Last time he dam well broke your jaw, show him why your called the prince of power"

Edward faked a left jab before unloading a ferociously explosive right hook aimed at his brothers jaw. Edwards fist parting the air around it as it shot towards his brother. Edward had more love for his sisters than his brothers. Week in week out of his childhood his brothers and him would be fighting as part of their training. TR had bested him a few times. But this time in front of the nation and the world via television he was as fired up as he had even been to make sure he didn't lose this time. Waiting for the probable impact the champion prepared to cover up with his left arm as soon as his brother engaged him.

@edwardwindsor:

This brings back good memores, last time they had a brotherly scuffle TR was scolded and sent to bed early for breaking Eddie's jaw. Worst of all he was not allowed to watch footie for the time being, a harsh punishment for any Englishman. Not being able to see the red devils play in the field, that event pushed a gap between the boys. All that fighting for the role of King Arthur Pendragon, the greatest englishman alive. The now and future king. Looking back at history TR looks back and it is worth every second of the detention. On the grounds that he gave his brother a good milling.

He rushes towards the left jab, moving forward and anticipating his 'handshake' to greet his face. Yet he went too soon and it resulted in his ear being punched by a strong right. The center of balance is off and he leans forward, yet aggressively so as he charges against his brother to the corner. Showing brute viciousness as he spams several body blows with his right hand while keeping his left hand up to guard the side of his face, aiming to shatter the spleen by repeated strikes. He held back the awkward feeling as they are about to step into a few hours of agony.

And glory...

Edward felt the shock of the impact tearing through his brothers face, he knew that would hurt but would more than likely just fire TR up. His instincts where right and he was tagged hard in body making him wince as his body rolled with the strike. A second strike followed but his brothers attack where slower than he anticipated. TR was fighting smart using one arm to defend Edwards certain counter, but his defense slowed his attack. TR as expected was aiming to drop bombs target and area and destroy it as always something Eddy had expected. Been struck again Eddy could feel the shift in his organs as the force rocked them once again.

Pulling his arm into his side he blocking any other attempts at a body strike he propelled his a rocket of an uppercut aimed at the right side of his brothers head. Springing all of his weight upwards into a punch of devastating power a real super powered haymaker. As his fist flew at his brother he prepacked for a barrage of strikes of his very own waiting for the outcome of his first strike he would then unleash a series of machine guns straights from both hands zoned in on his brothers head. Knowing that even if TR managed to block the onslaught the speed of the strikes would rattle his mind like a penny in a jar.

The exact same movement, yet this time the left hand is available to hamper the full power fo the swing. As the punch connects he went even lower to hit the exact same spot as he did earlier, while pushing his own brother to the corner to prevent any dodges. His defense was successful but he was battered by a flurry of light strikes, both of his brother's hands propagate to create a wall of punches. Dodging all of them would be difficult, seeing as both of them are metahuman combatants. Instead TR pushed through, taking several punches in the process while he sets up a Dempsey Roll .

He was damaged but this position is king, and so he will continue onwards in this exact position. All eyes focused on the midsection of his brother. Highlighting targets, lining up the kidney, the intestines, the liver, the spleen, floating ribs and he moves in like a lumberjack . Slamming his left fist hard against his brother's side, screwing it in a twisting motion deep to crush Edward's spleen while giving chopping blows to the torso. Planning to counter to the occipital later on, as there seems to be a cut above his right eye.