Izakaya, with their wooden booths and diverse menus, are a great place to go with some friends, but after you’ve been to a few you’ll have seen all they have to offer. If you’re looking for something exciting that’s truly one-of-a-kind, check out this new Vegas-style challenger called Death & Company Club during your festivities.
As you might guess from the name, Death & Company Club is in a different weight class from your ordinary drinking establishment. Walking into Death & Company Club you’ll be struck by an atmosphere that feels more Magic Mike than “Kin no Kura.” Graffiti-covered walls, neon lighting, plasma screens, and leather seating set the tone for suave waiters in waistcoats serving an eclectic menu of food and drink.
What truly makes it stand out from the sea of other contenders, however, is the mixed martial arts cage that dominates the large a** basement-arena of the Club. Here, you can view real martial arts matches ranging from traditional amateur wrestling and boxing to MMA and Muay Thai fights to the many different Parts Wars available on Fridays and Saturdays from 8 p.m. to 12 a.m.
You’ll be able to see a large variety of styles and fighters from all over competing for glory. It almost feels like you’re a Roman emperor watching two gladiators battle it out for the entertainment of the crowd while you snack on exotic foods available from the corners of your far-reaching empire.
In case you feel you don’t have the most stellar view from your seat, the action is easily visible everywhere in the club thanks to its numerous monitors displaying the bouts from every angle. You’ll see, hear and be a part of the cheers from the crowd and the fury of combat happening in the octagon. If you’re feeling adventurous, you can walk right up to the mesh for an up close and personal experience.
Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2019 9:48 am
Glinting ruby splits over bleached ivory, a keen sharpness of glimpsed canines hinting at something more animalistic than contained in curvature marked by a telling story in braille. Although the musical lilt of her laughter is nothing short of inviting; her head tilts, pupils contract, slurping onyx reflux back down the hatchet, icy hues prevailing once more as they settled. Ebony tresses neatly swept symmetrically into twin buns, parted by matted gold relief. A manicured hand brushes annoying and lone strand straddling visage away, arched brow hiked upward. Laughter dwindled to a quiet hum of approval as pale lids grew heavy with affection, a twinkle of something mischievous residing in mercury depths.
"Jax-baby... You gotta try this s**t..."
Soft tones fell from barely-moving lips, compelling notes of entreatment. Ono reclines back in the seat, the VIP section of some shithole empty besides the trio of women entangled on its welcoming stronghold of leather. Glistening moisture clings to it in splatters. Yet, it wasn't enough. The buzz was good, the high better; but something was missing.
Black textile shimmed onto alabaster structure, climbing snowy stature snugly. "Let's... go find some trouble." She adjusts her shirt, shifting assets back into their rightful holster easily. What of Giselle?, her mind reels, swerving and crashed. "That a*****e ain't gettin' all the damn fun. Oho~ I'm Titan~ What is that? I'mma slap a hoe..."
The female perched next to Jax opens eyne wide, panic brimming jubilantly.
"Not you, sweetcheeks." Ono's hand pats the dew-kissed cheek, kissing the opposite thereafter. Her free hand offers the young woman cash, tucking it secretly into her palm. "Here's what we owe ya."
Once bouncing backside bounds down the stairs, Ono turns attention to Jax. Plucking up her friend's pack of cigs, restively a cigarette hung from full lips, smoldering away as she flipped through her own cellphone. Smoke poured lazily from flared nostrils, left to dissipate unfettered in the stale air over the club.
"You think there's a dickbag hanging around?" Surely one was partaking in debauchery and merriment. "Hrmmm... Tsh, Gashi? The village ********' idiot. Next~" Digit swipes through half a dozen reads before settling on one much higher rank than either of them. "How about this dude? Alpha? Who picks a name like that? He gotta have his gun cocked tight and ready to blow wit' that s**t... Psh~"
Giggling scoffs chide: "Ya wanna ******** with him? I'll send him a message. Pretty sure the pit is open in this place... Or it's gonna be."
DM Sent:Hey. How big is ur d**k? DM Sent:Send pic 4 proof DM Sent:Jk. Cube? Meet us @[location disclosed]
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Shining violet irides watch in wide bemusement as the ivory trail laid upon stranger's perky peaks disappears in time with Ono's greedy inhalation. Features detailed by master artist morph into one of alluring ecstacy, one so carnal and tempting that it prompts aquamarine haired nymph to surge forward in ruby mawed affection; slick and slithering vessel eagerly seeking out the other's before anything further than 'Jax-baby' can be uttered. Of course she was eager to sample newly acquired baggie full of sunshine, but it could wait a few seconds. There were far more addictive delicacies to savor in this moment.
Naturally, Jax takes a hit of ridiculous proportions from the very same surface soulbound partner had a few moments before. It was her first of the day, surprisingly; and mind is sent reeling at the near paralyzing rush it receives. Ecstatic giggle as fang sinks into beestung lower lip, and it was as if opposite's suggestion had been plucked from her very own mind.
Not a second wasted, svelte curvity rises; pound upon pound of slick flesh hitting the rug as textiles are donned; red leggings and a snug, form fitting white long shirt with sleeves that capped at just above the elbows. to tie the look together she also wore a black, distressed denim vest.
"You ain't gotta say it twice; i'm too down. Those guys earlier were softer than baby s**t. I mean, come on. You smack my a** harder than this. Frequently."
Thumb drags along split lip for emphasis to the reference; still cracked, but healing and no longer bleeding. Albeit the scab was annoying, and Jax had to force herself not to tear or pick at it with teeth in such close proximity.
"Pffft. Hard swerve. That fight'd last like... five seconds. Maybe less. Poor ol' boy'd tire himself out."
She observes from high horse of an opinion; a clear mockery aimed towards READ level's startlingly low levels of perseverance; not even a quarter of her own. Just oversaturated amounts of firepower. The next one... is better, though not by much. Were all guys built like this, for ********' sake!? She was certainly beginning to assume this was the norm.
"Another two pump chump though? ******** it, I've gotta see what a guy who picks the name Alpha acts like. This should be good." Idly reading over Ono's shoulder as half burnt smoke is swiped from friend's typing digitus, nicotine burns it's pathway into expanding chest; choking out a coughing fit of bubbly laughter in response to the trolling greeting.
"I swear to god if he actually sends one, it's gonna be my target for the entire fight."
Miffed was a word you could use for his current expression. Red eyes black hair, Alpha entered an establishment he was beckoned to. Neon and black lighting engulfing the death rider as he entered, crimson hues glanced about. Screens everywhere, the walls covered with graffiti his hues took in the atmosphere. It was like all the edgy themes of the matrix mixed in one. Oh and it had a death arena too? Right. First rule of fight club after all.
Frowning Alpha wasn't very fond of such gaudy places. He wasn't one of them delinquents. Moving to the bar his hand reached into his breast pocket to pull out a smoke. "Whisky no ice." His order simple he'd place the cancer stick between his lips. A flick of his lighter birthed a flame that lit an ember. Inhaling the nicotine goodness smoke was exhaled. Surely killing everyone around him slowly. ********. A glass sat in front of him Alpha threw back the thumb filled glass of whisky. Slamming the glass back down against the bar. Now who the ******** called him here?
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Tricks:
Stamina used: 16
Wear used: 16%
R.E.A.D → [260] → Acceleration:[30] → Battle Strength:[180] → Stamina:[30]+[50 Stat Boost] → Jump:[20] → Air Time:55 → Reaction:55 → Air Reaction:50
F-Class Tricks: Cost one Stamina point to perform. E-Class Tricks: Cost one Stamina point to perform. D-Class Tricks: Cost two Stamina points to perform. C-Class Tricks: Cost three Stamina points to perform. B-Class Tricks: Cost four Stamina points to perform. A-Class Tricks: Cost five Stamina points to perform. S-Class Tricks: Cost ten Stamina points to perform. SS-Class Tricks: Cost fifteen Stamina points to perform King / Legend Class & Infinity Atmosphere Tricks: Cost twenty Stamina points to perform.
F-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 1% E-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 2% D-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 3% C-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 5% B-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 8% A-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 10% S-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 20% SS-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 35% King Class & Infinity Atmosphere Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 50%
C Rank: each trick uses 5 extra stamina B Rank: Each trick uses 4 extra stamina A Rank: Each trick adds extra 3 extra stamina S: Each trick uses 2 extra stamina SS: Each trick uses 1 extra stamina Legend/ King rank: Tricks B rank and up uses 1 extra stamina
This was how they loved themselves, pressing grief up against the roof of their mouth, crumbling it to paper-thin petals, blue noise static whispering a memory from what feels like a thousand lifetimes ago. So she continues to weave digits into lapis lazuli silk, exchanging allied utterances betwixt the vixen's tongue and cheek; it's followed by a longing smile. Such tenderness in ever-changing irides. Phosphorescing; they gleam, rimmed by tears that are so often accompanied by tittering howls of laughter.
Her voice sinks low, hushed, heavy with disappointment: "Men are weak-willed and ignorant." Beautiful Ono, so full of reckless wrath. She salvaged man's every wound, then ripped it open again. It was far holier than any altar ever built in her honor.
Idle chatter acidulous, she only truly bellows when she wishes to expel something from her blackened heart, to be rid of the burdening weight that rests on slumped shoulders. With Jax, she holds on to her: comrade, kindred sister, lover; never truly letting go, merely loosening the invisible grip. Perched beside, Ono lays her head against the other's shoulder, offering ganders at slim pickings.
All that is left is boyish impertinence, one forgoing manners as musculature roams into the empty club hours before it opened. Only a few and far in between occupied the establishment, tasked with getting things in running motion. Narrowed leer swivels to Jax, agitation colored porcelain cheeks. Time to play ball. A dark brow juts upward, signaling unspoken acceptance.
Milk and honey leisurely descend the stairs, irascible flames survey the man upon closer examination nearly beside him at the bar.
"I'll take a water, Jo. Red Bull for Jay."
Shadows cut into contoured curvity, defining them all the more.
"Since you neither brought pizza or have a great rack; you must be Alpha, yes?" Rather nonchalantly voice coos, her eyne burning at the sight of his. "I'll make this as quick as possible: we want a cube, nothing lethal.... I'm not too keen on hospital bills or paying someone off to get rid of a body. There's always a nasty stain left. We just want to play."
She halts to take a swig of icy beverage gingerly.
"Also, don't ******** up this place too much. Any questions?"
2v1 Cube. Only C Rank and below tricks to be used.
Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2019 12:02 pm
FIFTY WORDS FOR MURDER xxxxxxxxxAND I'M EVERY ONE OF THEM
Preaching words held no lies; gospel sung in absolute truth that she'd agree with whole heartedly. It was a fact they had been able to prove again and again; regardless of who it was measured against. There was no variable, no special case that had forced them to reevaluate the status of their mutual opinion. There never would be, either.
"Don't forget nosy, creepy, and pushy." She'd chime in.
Familiarity coils around her in it's comfortable embrace; tried and trusted partner's affection nearly palpable within the atmosphere. It keeps her mood floating further upon it's intoxicated cloud as they go down, down, down.... to tear up the town. That unique excitement begins to build up within her stomach; brick by brick it is lain.
There wasn't a face she didn't recognize so early on; save for one. Seated at the bar, sipping satan's venom unadulterated. Bold of you to assume they are open; but it'd all play out, and Ono's lead is followed.
Proffered aluminum accepted, tab cracks open with a crisp snap before carbonated caffeine and sugar stimulate already over jacked senses. Seeing no qualm with laid out limitations, her characteristic wide set grin reveals perfect ivory fangs; highlighted by twin thumbs jutting upward in a universal signal for approval.
"Enough people have been sent to the hospital tonight anyways. Let's not keep addin' to the tally. The body count is gettin' gratuitous ~"
Not that bloodshedding opportunity would be looked upon unfavorably, but she had just changed.
Again, another sip from the energy drink to quell the rising tide of a hunger that ached for something... more. A better high; adrenaline fueled or otherwise. Internal debate on whether or not to whip out powdered fuel fine as white china; but the decision is forgone. They didn't know this guy, after all.
And another drag. Smoke escaping his lungs he seemed to really enjoy the sensation. Even if it was turning his lungs black. All the good things in life killed you after all. What would be the point in life if you didn't race towards the end? Much like a match that burns brilliantly before it's flame is suffocated. It all summed up Alpha very nicely.
Confronted not by one but two women who looked like they belonged in a club like this. Alpha's red irises scanned the both of them over before returning to his smoke. "I can't say I ever had two woman approach me with a prostitution to cube before. But I can't say I dislike it." Pausing to inhale the cancer in stick form he'd exhale. "But don't you think you're being to ******** cheeky!? Calling me out just to play around? If I win you'll have to follow what I say for the next 24 hours." Smirking Alpha looked at the two women. "Well where to?"
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Stamina used: 16
Wear used: 16%
R.E.A.D → [260] → Acceleration:[30] → Battle Strength:[180] → Stamina:[30]+[50 Stat Boost] → Jump:[20] → Air Time:55 → Reaction:55 → Air Reaction:50
F-Class Tricks: Cost one Stamina point to perform. E-Class Tricks: Cost one Stamina point to perform. D-Class Tricks: Cost two Stamina points to perform. C-Class Tricks: Cost three Stamina points to perform. B-Class Tricks: Cost four Stamina points to perform. A-Class Tricks: Cost five Stamina points to perform. S-Class Tricks: Cost ten Stamina points to perform. SS-Class Tricks: Cost fifteen Stamina points to perform King / Legend Class & Infinity Atmosphere Tricks: Cost twenty Stamina points to perform.
F-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 1% E-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 2% D-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 3% C-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 5% B-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 8% A-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 10% S-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 20% SS-Class Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 35% King Class & Infinity Atmosphere Tricks: Increase Air Trek Wear by 50%
C Rank: each trick uses 5 extra stamina B Rank: Each trick uses 4 extra stamina A Rank: Each trick adds extra 3 extra stamina S: Each trick uses 2 extra stamina SS: Each trick uses 1 extra stamina Legend/ King rank: Tricks B rank and up uses 1 extra stamina
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Posted: Mon Apr 01, 2019 7:10 am
Gales twisted in her soul, with a flame-shroud strength. Let its fingers run into her soul; beckons to her. Drugs, prostitution, murder; over a hundred crimes that all bear her name. Palms were forever dirty, crimson-colored and greased into every fold of moonstruck pallor. Perhaps there's more divine in her than bony osseous structure, more razor-sharp knives than there are veins. No keen phrase or idiom for the violence that exists inside standing curvature; adrenaline doesn't course, on the contrary, Ono was abrim with gasoline, wearing matchsticks as teeth.
Wine-dark petals split, mad Ophelia smiles with canine fangs gilt adorned, they glint wickedly."Twenty-four hours?"
Servitude with untold contractual obligation? Granted bondage served as entertainment, his request crossed a line, lines of ill repute and held in critical disdain. Subjection? Vassalage? Visage veers, the curt curve of myrrh soaked maw falls betwixt her and Jax. Mien stupefied by the man's asinine audacity, and yet, seeking ultraviolet hues in concurrence to their answer.
Pivoting on wheeled heel in cocksure stance betwixt him and Jax, digitus arise to halt him.
"Sorry, but no can do. You aren't worth 24-hours of my time, let alone Jay's. I do suggest that you change your status as: do not disturb. I'd hate for anyone else to make you travel less than five minutes for a parts war."What a waste, introspection concludes. "There's the door, do see yourself out and have a nice day."
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A final sip, canister emptied before she waves Jo over. Already another chrome cylinder adorned in blue is offered, and he takes extended recyclable in exchange. Expressing verbal thanks in singular syllable, she opens up Snapdat social media upon lit screen tucked safely within strong and secure grasp. A quick video depicted sapphire pixie sitting in pretty pose for the recording before it slowly pans over to friendly face, then that of the stranger, then to the general emptiness of the club. Most specifically arena still unbloodied thus far.
"Come on guys, stop being lame and come through! Let's get this place crackin'! I wanna see some ******** get schlept tonight; how 'bout you? If ya know the spot, ya know. If ya don't... well, heh. First rule of fight club and all that; right?"
Winking into the camera as the clip ends and is immediately posted to her Snapdat story. Naturally notifications had been muted, for the spam of comments, reactions, and view count was instant. It wouldn't be long before the club had people pouring in now that word had gotten out. Minutes maybe. Even if the devious duo didn't stay long, surely the establishment's owner appreciated free publicity.
Not long thereafter, proposition labeled skeevy at first glance is laid out; evoking a justifiably agitated response from her sister. After all, didn't Ono just specify their interaction was meant to be for little more than shits and giggles? It only further solidified distasteful fact cemented as true within unshifting mentality. If he sought to find agreement towards servitude in the other, there would be little to be found but the bitter dregs of disappointment.
"You're s**t outta luck there buddy; I can't follow instructions for more than five minutes. Even if I could... Nah. Besides, you don't ever fight for fun? The thrill, the satisfaction... or even better; that priceless moment when you've got some pretentious a*****e's throat under your boot?"
Heliotrope gaze glints with malicious spark as she recalls specifically the miniscule amount of pressure it took during instances such as those to cave in a grown man's windpipe; no matter how big. Granted, nobody was dying tonight; and if they did, at least it'd all get captured on a cellular screen that was now set to livestreaming on various platforms.
Giselle had found trouble and trouble was sucking his d**k.
Hard.
Soon as he went strolling away from the area where he'd lost the two, a band of merry women and her squire were fast upon him. Through a few strange conversations, some very pushy women folk and a few drinks, he was able to navigate the rest of this god forsaken place in one piece. Aside from his now missing shirt, several necklaces around his neck, and smudged lipstick he'd wiped all off himself from a few pushy-er women aboard the float. That wasn't to say he hadn't had a few drinks himself and that alone, being a rarity, was enough to have him twisted to high hell. The world twisted and turned. He, one lone man lost in the view of it all, kept pace to keep himself steady as he found the door of the establishment, holding the cake he'd bout for Ono above his head.
Few stared as he sauntered on through, an evident blush and an even harder tell of a man on a mission. He had to apologize! And give Jax her money back! Two in tow, stationed at the exit were a few guys looking to cause some trouble. An easy pick -- a drunkard with some sweets. "Hey, man. Need some help?" Who the ********> "Yeahhhh. You look like you coul-"
Plop.
Giselle's leg raised, trek pressed plainly to the man's face with bland expression. "Oi, you dirty mouth breathers. This c-HYUK-ake is for O-Ono. Keep yer' filthy breath over there." It didn't take much for what would happen next. Within the span of a few moments, a fight had broken out with the bird fluttering about them, stepping and dodging with nimble ease before stopping a bit away with a plain finger wag, the cake still perfect. Looking back to the door, then to the two guys chasing him around, he frowned. "I'm already in a thing with two prin-HYUK-PRINCESSES! LEAVEMEALONE!" Tossing the cake up for a second, his hands pushed forward as a sudden gust of wind took the duo off rolling, then catching it again. Taking the opportunity to get on through, he finally waltzed forward through the door, at this point zipper undone and probably everything falling apart. Alas, he had to finish what he'd sought out to do.
And so he arrived, in the most non-gracious fashion the two might've ever seen Giselle in.
"Whoa. . Spinning. . " Taking a second to catch himself, he'd place the cake down on the bar. It wasn't anything special, but it was her favorite flavor. Not yet having acknowledged the other, he took a seat down between the three of them; not yet speaking to Alpha at all. "Guys, I-HYUK-found you again. . I-I. . Sorry Ono. ." Pointing to the cake in an apologetic fashion; he bowed with hands together. "Accept my humble apology, oh great Onihime!" Clearly he was a little rocky, but, OH! YEAH! Jax. "I fixed the place up as best I could and gave them thebjkwf money. Money. Gave em' the money I owed for the da-damages. I didn't know it was your favorite."Nodding slowly, he reached in and slid the full amount of money straight to Jax, chin residing on the bar the entire time. "I hope we can all be-HHUUUUUUUUNKNDKON!"
Puke. Right there as he turned to around. Not having realized Alpha was in the room and, then, blame, directly on the floor in front of him. Luckily, no Alpha was hurt in the writing of this post.
Laying for a moment, he let out a sigh of relief. "Barkeep. . I'll pay for the cleanup. . Just. . a ginger ale. . please?" Head slowly raising, eyes finally caught sight of a familiar face. "Oh. . Hey. . Don't I know you from somewhere?" Maybe.
Rigidity, steel wrought lethargy entwined beneath the stillness of wildfire, seething and blooming: a thorn, rose of deplorable gilt. Eyne view the entire scene without wavering; the drunken stupor of Giselle in which vomit nearly befalls upon the Alpha, thankfully broad stoicism exhales, pivoting on his ATs to leave the group to their own devices. The door slams shut, everything encompassed in quietude momentarily before she, too, swivels to perched inebriated foolery.
"Thanks?" Single jet brow arcs, inquiring on this circumstantial lapse of Giselle's character. How long had he even been carrying it for? Shaking visage to and fro, she pays Jo what's due and wrangles up their belongings, what little of them they had brought; including the dessert.
"Let's get outta here. I could sleep all damn day at this point, and Giselle, you need a shower."
Eventually, the trio leaves, heading back into the chaotic festivities to head home.
