Description: Urien pays a girl 100 to have fun with him. She makes 400 dollars in 30 seconds. With tip. <Winner: Urien>
The world of professional fighting has become a lot more interesting of late. For Gertrude, the idea of receiving sponsorship to travel far and wide around the world fighting had been a pipe dream until just a little while ago... now, we find her in a forest of shrouded trees in the middle of China, waiting for her opponent!
The young blonde carefully sets her bike to the side, and performs some light stretches, "Well." She says, pretty much talking to herself as the cameras get set up, "Even if I lose, I get fifty dollars, and that's enough to cover food for a week! If I win, I can get myself a new jacket, too! No downsides!"
She certainly seems cheerful enough. But then, she doesn't really know who her opponent is - she'd selected the name largely at random. Some greek guy? Well, that's half the fun, isn't it? Leaping into the unknown just to see what happens!
Some people come to Neo League for the glory. Some come for the money. Others, for the hope of getting the eccentric Mishima's prize of any one wish. For Urien, it's simply sadism. As a complete unknown in the fighting world, he has an opportunity to find individuals to crush before his reputation spreads; and what better way to prove his unmatchable strength as the future Emperor than in the fighting ring for all to see?
Urien arrives in a rather massive limousine, heavily armored and with tinted windows. A suited figure with shades and a wired earpiece slips out to open it, before the absolutely massive and well-muscled blonde Greek steps out. Looming at nearly seven feet, he wears a custom-tailored suit that likely costs at least ten thousand. Adjusting his cufflinks, a brief gaze is done at the surroundings before Urien heads to the area they are set to fight.
After a brief examination, a smirk leaves the Illuminati. "Hah. What's with the getup, girl? You wouldn't look half bad if you dressed up!!" Stretching slowly, he doesn't appear to take any sort of combative stance. "Here's the deal." He holds up both hands. "Every ten seconds you entertain me, I'll give you one hundred dollars. Pretty good deal, isn't it? So don't let me down!!"
When a limosine pulls up, Gertrude's jaw drops. The sheer size of the man she's challenged also takes her by surprise. There ARE people taller than her... but not many, in her experience, and not many who have almost a full foot on her. "I've got this." She murmurs to herself, "I've /got/ this."
A moment to regain her composure, and she clears her throat, smiling faintly. "It keeps out the cold." She says, by way of explanation. "It IS winter, you know?" Straightening herself up, she starts to assume her stance; hands raised up in front of her, legs apart and crouching so that she doesn't present a totally easy target to the large man.
"Hey, if you want to make it more interesting, fine."
A flashed grin, and...
"But don't think I'll hold back for cash. If I can knock you out in nine seconds, I will."
"Is it?" Urien comments in a dismissive way. It seems the verbal banter is amusing him from his growing smirk, but given the bared teeth it is also disturbingly reminiscient of a tiger in preparation to pounce the throat of his prey. And when the next part comes, his eyes dance with obvious amusement. ... To the point he doubles over laughing, smacking his thigh hard enough to echo out. "If you can take me out within nine seconds... I'll make you wealthy within your wildest dreams. But..."
Suddenly the suit begins to ripple and shimmer. Air rushes out, hot and full of static charge. The ground rumbles, before an upwards cyclone of barely visible chi rips apart his outfit. He's left in only a battle thong, showing a nearly zero percent bodyfat musculature that should be absolutely impossible, and of little use in a real fight. A moment later, his skin darkens, rippling along his limbs. When it crosses over his face, blonde hair turns stark white. Feet sink a centimeter into the ground from the increased weight, before he finally takes a battle stance.
"I think you've got it backwards... who's liable to be exterminated in the first ten seconds...!!"
COMBATSYS: Urien has started a fight here as a boss!
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COMBATSYS: Urien takes no action.
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Gertrude's smile doesn't falter at the laughter - after all, the guy obviously thinks a lot of himself. Rich people usually do. It isn't until the transformation takes place that she actually looks worried. She's no scholar of energy, but even she knows that the way it fizzles and cracks about him means that this is... one frightening man. He probably really is far outside of her league...
"I can do this." She murmurs, even as her expression falls into a far more serious one. "Alright, so he's tough. I didn't get into this because I wanted to beat up wimps."
Gritting her teeth, the young woman shakes her head firmly, "Well then. Lets give them ten seconds to remember!"
Suddenly rushing forwards, Gertrude keeps herself low to the ground after she springs into her dash. He's a big guy, so her thought process is pretty simple. Get him on the ground, and he might have trouble getting back up. As she approaches, she darts suddenly to the left, and both hands come snapping up to try and grasp Urien's shoulders.
Despite the height and weight difference, Gertrude is experienced enough that she can compensate for it - at least as much as such a thing can be compensated for. If she can just get a firm grip, Urien will find himself being lifted into the air as Gertrude rolls backwards, supporting him with a braced knee against her for a second (oh god what did this guy eat a car for breakfast?!) before she tries to hurl him into the brittle trees surrounding the fighting area.
And, if by some miracle it all goes according to plan, she'll complete the roll and be back on her feet all in one smooth, well-practiced motion.
COMBATSYS: Gertrude has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Urien just-defends Gertrude's Tomoe Nage!!
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"C'mon... you look tough. You better not let me down...!!" Urien growls out, simply remaining in place as she approaches. The rush forward to grasp the huge man succeeds, although all the titan does in response is spread his stance, his body crackling with energy. Suddenly he sinks a good three more inches into the ground... weighing an easy ton. The twist to heft him up barely jostles him as a result, utilizing no defense beyond magnetic resonance with the ground. "Do you really think you can flip a mountain...?!" One hand hefts up above Gertrude, before twisting down in a primal surge of force. Aiming to catch her by the top of the head, twisting down to slam her face first upon the soil with a shocking amount of impact, increasing the gravity of his own limb to apply an even more supernatural impact!
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Gertrude with Power Throw.
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*CRUNCH*
Gertrude is surprised by the sheer weight of her opponent - so much so that she doesn't even manage to start pulling away before he's grasped her head, and she's introduced to the floor. The impact rings in her head, and she chokes before she manages to roll herself away. The lens on the right side of her face is cracked and broken, and the woman is clearly shaken.
Blood trickles from her nose as she recovers her stance, and spits. "That's... an impressive technique." She concedes. Cracking her neck, she focuses more intently on the man before her, studying him... trying, really, to locate any weak point. If that skin darkening indicated some sort of chi technique... she's damned if she can see anywhere that it doesn't cover!
"Where did you study?! I've been around, but I've never seen anything like it!"
COMBATSYS: Gertrude calculates her next move.
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Despite the looks, Urien is nowhere near slow, either. He's not ungodly muscled, but leanly built, with a great flexibility and extensive range. The whipchord motion of his simple smashing grasp is proof enough of that. "Technique...? That was no true technique. It was simple POWER! If one has enough of it, then they need nothing else!!" Indeed, given how little clad Urien is, it's clear that he has no apparent archille's heel. "From the age of six, I have received the greatest tutors in the world, the ultimate secret amalgamation arts, the highest echelons in genetic enhancement... it is time the world sees the fruits of it's future ruler!! DIE!" Suddenly thrusting foward a hand, elbow braced with his other arm, Urien launches out a thick, heavy ball of warbling chi, lightning-infused gravity with a far greater weight than it seems...!!
COMBATSYS: Gertrude interrupts Metallic Sphere from Urien with Rising Knuckle EX.
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The hairs on the back of Gertrude's neck stand on end as the power is gathered by her opponent. Her lips press together into a thin line throughout the boasting, and she takes a long, slow breath. "You remind me of my father." She says, licking her lips. She can feel the power surging about the man. She doesn't doubt that she's got no chance of dodging lightning, and she doesn't want to just sit there and take it, which leaves her with just one option--
Rushing forwards, the woman puts her shoulder into it, and the blast impacts with her just a few inches from Urien. Her whole body twists, and she growls deep in the back of her throat before she SPRINGS into the air.
The woman's fist leads the way in a perfectly-executed uppercut. Her knuckles slam home powerfully into Urien's chin, and whilst merely the impact with the genetically-altered warrior skins her knuckles... there's a ferocious determination in her eyes to make sure that he feels it too!
"I'm only 22... although I probably have a few future rulers in the world by now, I won't be worrying about them anytime soon!" Urien states, laughing. Indeed, he's completely underestimating Gertrude. Which turns out to be a critical mistake. When the ball crashes into her, he was relaxed and open, utterly assured she would be sent hurtling backwards. When instead she rockets out, he begins to move far too late, the fist slamming home into his chin. It's like punching a metal plate, but causes him to stagger backwards a few steps. "...!!" Touching his lip, a stream of blood is visible. "Haha..." She hurt his pride far more. "Hahahaha!!!"
Leaning back violently, suddenly Urien rushes forward, leading with his shoulder. "WELL DONE, WORM!!" His intent is to slam into her like a freight truck, only to twist and lunge forward, like a rampaging bull; two, three, four thrusting strikes, before his right hand snaps out for her throat, to leap into the air and hurl her straight down into the ground, just prior to both of his heels descending to find her midsection!!
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Gertrude with Tyrant Slaughter.
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"Well." Gertrude says, in a light, conversational tone. "I don't HAVE a brother, so..."
And then he's charging back towards her like an enraged juggernaut. The woman tries to dart backwards, but he's got too much speed and too much momentum behind him for her to manage it. He hits her like a wrecking ball, and each heavy impact shakes her to the core. When it is all over, one would be forgiven for imagining that it'd be a clear-cut finish for Urien. The woman had been forced to just, take it. Nobody should want to get up after that, even if they were capable of it.
But she does.
She's breathing hard, and she coughs, wiping more blood from her mouth onto the back of her flannel jacket. "... I make it about, fifteen seconds." She says, throatily. "Now lets see if I can... equal, your earnings, Your Highness."
The words are spat with real hate, and it is that hatred which burns in her now. The woman's eyes blaze with a ferocious inner light - and ... yes, there IS power there. A soft purple glow which spreads out over her form as she makes herself move in defiance of her injuries.
Again, both hands snatch out - but this time they don't care WHERE they are grabbing. The aim is to simply snare Urien, and yes, this time, she really does intend to move a mountain.
There's a snarl of bitter hatred from Gertrude's lips as she aims to swing him up and around, his form and hers both shimmering with dark, intense purple after images, before she HURLS him away across the clearing - at which point she'll let herself sink down to one knee. Breaking, but not quite broken yet.
COMBATSYS: Gertrude successfully hits Urien with EX Tomoe Nagi.
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"...I don't want to talk about siblings." Urien states scathingly, a suddenly dark and twisted look in his face. It's been almost twenty seconds now indeed; can she make it to three hundred?! Not that he believes such to be the case of course, stepping off the girl and then doing a flex for the camera. It's almost called before Gertrude moves, sheathed in a strange energy. Arms are brought up shieldingly, yet it's another grapple instead. Finding an unwanted burn within him, with likely tendon-tearing effort he's hauled up and hurled, landing so hard that he actually creates a comical imprint on the ground about an inch shaped like his sprawled form.
There's no hesitation before he pushes up to his feet, laughing. "You keep surprising me. Even a cornered rat can bite the cat, huh? Don't worry. I don't DISLIKE that... as long as you know your place, despite it all!!" Getting back upright, Urien then rushes forward again, before twisting and hefting his heel -- dropping it down in a brutal axekick, seeming to be playing right now as opposed to being serious, the assault far harder and slower than it has to be. "But are you done...?! A hundred dollars more you are done!!"
COMBATSYS: Gertrude dodges Urien's Fierce Kick.
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Gertrude is a good enough fighter to know when she's outclassed; the fact that her opponent is laughing whilst she's having to give it everything she's got is a good indication that, maybe, just maybe, things aren't going that great for her right now. "Know your place." She repeats, wiping her lips on the back of her knuckles.
Urien comes tearing in again, and the axe-kick swings perilously close to her as she twists around it. "Do as you're told. Respect my authority. That's what its all about, right? Scare, the little people, so they listen to you."
There's a quivering, injured edge in her voice. She really hates it when fights get so... bad-spirited, but that's no reason to walk away. Instead, she leaps into the air. "WHY?" She shouts, her palm swinging around as she packs as much power into it as she can, aiming to smash her palm into the side of Urien's neck.
"What are you trying to PROVE?!"
COMBATSYS: Urien interrupts Utopian Crusher EX from Gertrude with Quarrel Punch.
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"...You are more correct than you think, girl!" Urien states, with a look of amusement. The ground is cleaved up, sending an obfuscating plume of debris in all directions that momentarily conceals him outside a silhouette. "People will listen to me. And why?" As the palm is launched downwards, the tyrant similarly twists, his own fist flying up at the same second. Hardening his skin, her blow ricochets off harmlessly just as he plows his closed fist within her midsection, aiming to fold her over it and send her hurtling backwards. 23 seconds... 300 might be a bit too far. "TO PROVE I'M STRONG!! The strong rule the world! Why else would you be fighting, peasant, if not to match yourself against another and come out supreme?! Not everyone can stand on Olympus... what good is a god without the awestruck masses in the dirt gazing up at them with wonder!! Hahahaha!!" Yes, this guy has more than a few mental problems, it would seem.
Gertrude does fold around Urien's fist, the blow knocking much of the wind out of her. She crumples, and as she falls, braces herself against the floor - one hand in the dirt, the other clutching her stomach as she tries to convince her legs that she can get back up. They don't seem to want to cooperate.
The dramatic shouting above gets a bleary-eyed look as she peers up from behind her broken glasses. There's another miserable cough from her, and she shudders to fill her lungs with breath. "... You know." The German noble manages to croak out, before actually smiling.
"... I think that's the first time I've been called a peasant. Heh."
And then she lets herself give up. Unconsciousness takes her, and for a while at least, she can enjoy the comforting darkness soothing away her pain.
COMBATSYS: Gertrude takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Gertrude can no longer fight.
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"...Tch. Kings are noble before me." Urien states, marching over to Gertrude. He slides a wallet out of /somewhere/, before peeling off hundreds and flicking them down. One, two, three... then a fourth falls across her face. "I'll round up. I'm a generous tipper." The match is called then, with Urien cracking his neck and spitting blood to the side. He's got a dull ache in his body and a split lip... but given the strength of the girl, she did remarkably well in his estimation. It certainly got his blood running... slipping into his limousine, door shut behind, that just leaves him finding a good outlet to use it on!!
COMBATSYS: Urien has ended the fight here.
Log created on 13:03:10 12/10/2014 by Urien, and last modified on 21:47:57 12/10/2014.