Match of the Millennium

Description: LOCATION: Moonlight Reef - TIME: Twilight - As it wasn't totally connected to Zack island, Moonlight Reef is still mostly intact. The hotels are worn down and in disrepair though -- something that PFW only found out after the fact. To provide safe and mold-free living conditions, they have provided all present with really nifty tents that hold out at least 55% of the ocean breeze. Here, RUST and MIGUEL will duke it out in what's left of the volleyball court, lit only by the pale moonlight -- for drama purposes, and certainly not because PFW was already using their lighting rigs elsewhere. NOTE: Contractual obligation to wear swimsuits for this fight (Winner: *shrug*)

[RUST]
The Exotica Sands Resort! It'd have been a perfect way to celebrate! ...Celebrate what, exactly? Hm, let's get to that later. the point is, the Exotica Sands Resort seems like a great way to have an amazing island getaway! Heck, they'd offer to handle travel expenses for up to two! Two who?
More on that later...
...
Under the moonlight that shines above, the Moonlight Reef is - in so far as this whole trainwreck goes - reasonably intact. The lighting is poor beyond the shimmer of the moonlight that shines upon the glass separating this underwater arena from... the actual state of being underwater.
The netting has long since rotted from disuse. A few dirtied volleyballs lie about the sands, only one of which is still intact with stuffing - the rest have split. The referee seating has since collapsed. There's garbage from a few years ago littering everywhere. It's... just another disappointment, for what was advertised.
Rust Jr. stands wearing swim trunks (with tool belet tied about it, of course), the same sandals, and a muscle shirt that is at least two sizes too small. His hair has all sorts of (once) pretty flowers stuck through it, allowing his long hair to go all the way down his back.
...Aside from being heavy-set in the wrong areas, looking at him from behind in this lighting, he kind of looks like he might be confused for a woman, maybe? A woman standing tall and solemn at one end of the court, back turned to the way out, arms clasped behind themselves as they face up to the moonlight.
Almost kind of romantic? In a sense?

[MIGUEL]
The Exotica Sands Resort was just what Miguel was looking for... that being international waters. Miguel and his 'companions' had arrived via midnight pickup on a rusty trawler. After arriving on the shore, Miguel was carried over by masked men to the drop off point.
So Miguel was alone on a poorly light beach. He was only wearing the sheared shorts made from the tattered remains of the Gedo uniform pants

Walking next to the gentle lapping of the salts, the moonlight gleamed off of Miguel's large muscles and manly chest hair. He looked at the person with long, flowing, flower filled hair. He let out a wolf whistle.

"Hola Senorita"

[RUST]
The 'Senorita' leaps with a start, clapping their hands together.
"Aw! You came! You really did." Comes a voice that is not feminine. Wait. This is a Senorita, right? Who's speaking, from where? "I thought you'd love it - ah, don't worry about him, eh? He's--"
The heavy-set lady(?) turns around, one hand going behind their head... wait.
That is not a Senorita at all.
Miguel could see the happiness on the man's face. Laughter, smiles, relief! What's he so happy about? What's so funny? Is he laughing at Miguel for falling for a low-down, dirty, unmanly trick, or what?!
The man stops laughing, blinks a few times... and starts to laugh again, slower.
"Ooooohhh, sorry, I, uh, thought you wer--"
This is probably the part where he gets punched in the face. In fact, the fight was called to start about the moment Miguel set foot. The intercom speakers don't work, the referee is not on-site and is watching remotely from a feed that is of low quality, and frankly none of this looks like anything remotely professional.
This is probably the single worst fighting venue any of these men have had to put up with.

COMBATSYS: Rust has started a fight here on the left meter side.

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COMBATSYS: Miguel has joined the fight here.

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Rust             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Upon further inspection, Miguel realized it was not a senorita. In discovery that it was a man, Miguel went to violently smack him across the face. Miguel's reaction was fuel by terrible flashbacks to Yoshiaki. Whilst striking, he yelled out at Rust.

"GAH! Dirty Hippie!"

COMBATSYS: Rust avoids Miguel's Manotazo.

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[RUST]
Whoosh!
The vacuum that follows Miguel's cross whips the Dirty Hippie's hair all about, sending some of the rotted flowers flitting into the sand underneath. That's kind of funny, though. He was right there. Right smack dab where that fist should have struck him smack dab across a dab that desires smacking. Are Miguel's eyes playing tricks again? Maybe he did not only fail to see a Senorita, maybe even the Senor /is also not a Senor/.
The mind boggles!
Rust Jr., by some means that is lost to the camera because it is on a low-quality 'automatic' thing that is shaky as all hell and is doing a terrible job following the fighters at all, is just suddenly behind the muscle-bound Spanish brawler. He tries to place a hand on Miguel's shoulder.
Sure, it just might be placing a hand on a guy's shoulder. It may or may not also be a super-death nerve pinch in disguise, but let's just assume for a moment that he's trying to put a hand on the guy's shoulder and maybe he's pushing down too hard for it to be considered kosher in Man Culture?
"Ah, sorry buddy, I--"

COMBATSYS: Miguel endures Rust's Quick Throw.

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Rust             0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Miguel was perplexed at the speed the hippie moved. The whipping of the rotten hair tossed the flowers all around, even some flowers landing in Miguel's chest hair.

Rust's body language was also strange, almost like he was trying to talk it out. Then he shoved him down to the sand mid sentence. This left Miguel a little peeved, more than peeved even. This underhanded hippie was downright deceitful. Miguel rocketed back to a stand with a firm punch aimed straight for Rust's gut.

"Did I say you could touch me you filthy hobo!"

COMBATSYS: Miguel successfully hits Rust with Medium Punch.

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Rust             0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0           Miguel

[RUST]
"Whoop!" The heavier hippie(?) cringes as he tips over partially buried netting, which adds to that push against the Spanish manly man and puts the hippie himself comically off-balance with one leg kicked out back behind him and the other arm waving frantically like he's some kind of hummingbird.
He leans back from a punch that would have whiffed if it were going for his jaw. His torso, that soft, fatter underbelly, is wide open.
The flab ripples violently while the lips pucker together and vibrate with a spray of saliva, eyes bugging out as he flops up and back into the air.
One of his feet is caught in the netting. The netting comes with him.
The netting is also underneath Miguel. The net effect of a flying overweight hippie with something caught on him means that the netting, itself, threatens to sweep Miguel off his feet.
This is poised to be a terrible evening for both of them.

COMBATSYS: Miguel blocks Rust's Light Random Weapon.

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Rust             0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Trying to avoid getting tangled by the rotten net, Miguel stepped backwards. The net itself missed Miguel. The sand-filled bikini top tied to the end however, hit Miguel square in the chest.

The bikini top was somehow sticking to Miguel's chest. Fueled by anger, he charged in with a quick jab to the throat. While his own bellowed.

"NeeeYaaah!"

COMBATSYS: Rust blocks Miguel's Jab Punch.

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Rust             0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0           Miguel

[RUST]
Meanwhile, the 'hippie' is having his own struggles with having an ankle entangled in rotted volleyball netting, and also still soaking in that punch to the gut as he lies prone. He seems kind of dazed as it is, out of his mind and seemingly unaware about the full picture of the situation he's in.
Miguel comes smashing in with a shot to the throat, which seems all but certai--
The fist is caught with an open palm with a loud smack that shuffles the dust grains underneath the Canadian tourist's body. Can one imagine, being able to just stand up against even a most basic punch from one whose punches sometimes seem transcendant in stopping power...?
This guy can, apparently? With the fist only momentarily in his grasp, he rises back up.
"Ahh, sorry! Thanks for helping me back up at," which Miguel was certainly not intending as the guy stands back up, brushing off sand from his side as the caught leg tries to flex itself out of the netting.
If anyone was betting 'Rust Jr. would be poised, at one point, to seemingly be kicking Miguel's shins maybe accidentally,' they just won money tonight, because that's what happens next as he babbles on and on about things that will be irrelevant so long as Miguel can shut up this slippery fellow.

COMBATSYS: Miguel endures Rust's Light Kick.

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Rust             0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Driving the hippie to the sand, Miguel prepared to strike him down. When the hippie spoke, he tossed his leg up with it. Miguel dared him to hit, and he dared to do. Miguel was hit in the side by Rust's leg. Miguel's sand Bikini fell off, onto Rust.

Miguel was not happy this evening. He was having his first fight since Lee. Given the whispers of the cruise ship, he wanted to end it quickly. When hit by Rust, he made one statement back at him.

"You just made a big mistake you disgusting tramp."

Then he grabbed Rust's leg and drove his own foot down into his groin like a piston.

COMBATSYS: Rust dodges Miguel's Strong Kick.

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Rust             0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0           Miguel

[RUST]
He tries to catch the falling bra, for whatever reason - maybe he thinks it's a crab and is politely just throwing it away? - and manages to flip it onto his face. The ensuing surprise and panic sees him slip his leg out of Miguel's grasp, hop about on one leg while just narrowly avoiding the loss of his current vocal tone, and otherwise continue to be a victim of the near-complete lack of work set up for the venue.
By Rust Jr. standards, very little of this dumb encounter is, directly, his fault. The organizers did not clear the court of detritus.
It's looking more and more like at least one of them wasn't told who the other fighter actually was going to be, or when they'd actually do so.
"gskgdhsgklbpf," quoth the disgusting tramp, as he staggers and stumbles and may yet rest his left hand atop Miguel's face before his current inertia threatens to faceplant the Spaniard.
The audience at home might find this funnier if only the camera were following the two. It's glitching out and watching some exotic fish swim by above, somehow mistaking these fish for the two fighters in its low-budget auto-actor following programming.
Everything is terrible.

COMBATSYS: Rust successfully hits Miguel with Brick Stacker.
Glancing Blow

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Rust             0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Miguel attempted to avoid the hobo from touching him again. He succeeded at that in fact. But he just happened to trip on the net while doing so. Planting his face into the putrid remains of a crab. You could say Miguel was, crabby...

Miguel then attempted to crawl across the sand to throttle Rust. He was not having any of this.

COMBATSYS: Rust blocks Miguel's Medium Throw.

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Rust             0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0           Miguel

[RUST]
The tropical fish on the left gains momentum as the right one draws near. Its body swishes through the clear moonlit water above, casting a shadow underneath.

SHITTYAUTOCAMERASYS: Fish used SWIM.

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Fish_____________0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0_____________Fish

There's some other noise coming from elsewhere, but the camera doesn't focus. Angry manly yelling, sort of bombastic but kind of dopey yelling, and the sound of a lot of awful things being done. The camera still remains on the high-intensity dance that is ongoing between the fish seen above, even as the struggling intensifies over there.
What the hell's even going on? A seagull screeches from close by at some point.
Maybe someone on the production team will take notice? ...Probably not.
Maybe those two got caught up in the rotted volleyball netting again.

COMBATSYS: Rust successfully hits Miguel with Armed Combo.

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Rust             0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
The cameras continued to to pick up the fishes swimming. But the epic footage was interrupted by Miguel crashing down into the water.

SHITTYAUTOCAMERASYS: Miguel successfully hits Fish with Flailing Uncontrollably.

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Fish_____________0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0_____________Fish

Miguel then stood back out of the water. He had the fish in his shorts. Miguel then charged forward, fish in his pants, with the camera focusing on him.
Focusing on the fish.

Miguel send a fist to the side of Rust's dirty head. He then he would follow up by stepping on Rust's foot.

COMBATSYS: Rust dodges Miguel's Tambor y Platillos.

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Rust             0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1           Miguel

[RUST]
"Aw, it's nothing to drop the gloves over," comes the voice of Rust Jr. off-camera as Miguel hits the water and comes back with a fish, "have you ever seen how much of a beaut-"
The audience, what of one exists, is treated to vertigo as the auto-following camera programming glitches out anew. They might see the heavy-set guy raise his right hand up with the two outer fingers curled inward, a thumb bridged over them, as the remaining two fingers go straight as he deftly ducks the shot to the head, raising a foot to dodge the shot to his own. For a moment, there exists a true contest that exists between a brawler and a so-called ninja. It's kind of an exciting shot, even if it's hard to see much of what's going on because it is giving undue attention to the contents of Miguel's shorts.
...
...Maybe not entirely undue? But, that's neither here nor there...
Rust Jr.'s unbound hair sways so violently with every necessary movement to avoid that one-two combination that it might slap Miguel in the face. It's just hair, so that doesn't constitute a coded attack.
With all the flowers in his hair, and how one of the flower bud seeds is so sharpened as to be potentially dangerous, though, that might be... kind of annoying, possibly an eye gouge situation at absolute castrophic worst?
The trapped fish continues wriggling.

COMBATSYS: Miguel blocks Rust's Weakened Small Random Weapon.

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Rust             0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Miguel's rage of anger was tempered by a the whipping of Rust's long flowing hair, and the barbed seeds. They slightly tickled Miguel and left very tiny red dots on his muscles. Miguel then realized he had fish in his pants.

Attempting to remove the fish from his shorts, Miguel flailed his leg out. He bared no mind of the ninja/bricklayer/hippie/hobo at the receiving end in the process.

COMBATSYS: Rust blocks Miguel's Medium Kick.

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Rust             0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1           Miguel

[RUST]
"L-Let me help you out there buddy!" These are dangerous words, to anyone who knows this man. Not quite as high as 'I've got an idea,' but it's up there. The wriggling leg smarts as much as any 'real' kick might when it collides against his shin, but the dirty, confused hippie is made of reasonably tough stuff.
The force of it is mitigated by him trying to get one hand on the leg as to help get the violently wriggling fish out. Sooner or later, it'll find an opening to flop.
Flop it does, out one end and into the aging man's free hand. Well, it should, but it's flopping and flailing and understandably afraid for its rapidly shortening life.
"Let's throw it baa-a-a-a-a-a-a-awhoa," releasing Miguel's leg, he has to try and take two hands to hold it, but now its tail is basically trying to bitchslap Miguel a few times.
(The fish is presently considered the favorite to win by the automatic booking app, because everything about this event is terrible.)

COMBATSYS: Miguel blocks Rust's Random Weapon.

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Rust             0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Miguel attempted to catch the struggling fish in his hands. The fish had other plans. It flailed around in Miguel's face. The Spaniard eventually tossed the fish back into the beautiful moon lit surf.

The camera glitched around even more due to fishes being out of frame of each other. What it could pick up was Miguel attempting to knee Rust in the chest, with a following kick to the head with the same leg.
While also trying to film the fish at the same time.

COMBATSYS: Miguel successfully hits Rust with Traste Doble.

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Rust             1/------=/=======|=======\=====--\1           Miguel

[RUST]
Off-frame, you can hear gasping, sputtering, and another interesting string of consonants that do not belong in sequence anywhere within the accepted cultural net of the English language (and probably not European Spanish, either - or any other for that matter). The camera's focus, at last, snaps. Maybe there's a technician on the other line who has finally come to notice the problem!
It changes its focus to a crab that crawls along the sand of the derelict volleyball court. What, really? It is obscured underneath the veil of black (actually, looks sort of super-dark purple in this light?) hair as the less-in-shape of the two hits the beach.
When they get back up, they do not notice that there is now an angry crab living in their hair. That's probably for the best. The viewers at home now only have a view of this man's luxurious mane of hair and culturally gender-inappropriate hair accessories, and sometimes a crab struggling to escape.
"Ahh, sorry, did you want to eat that one?" The man asks, as he brings a hand back behind his head with nervous laughter.
The crab pinches.
"Aie! Ow. Ow. Ow." It's a tiny crab. It has one pincer on Rust Jr.'s finger. It clamps wildly at the air as he tries to swing it off, probably to find purchase on Miguel's nose or something if he's not careful.

COMBATSYS: Miguel endures Rust's Small Random Weapon.

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[MIGUEL]
The crab flung around in Rust's hand before finding a better spot on Miguel's face. The crab clamped onto Miguel nose and lip violently and painfully. The crab then fell from Miguel's nose, and pitched his nipple. Miguel just let the crab do as it wanted.

The camera started to gain some semblance of focus on Miguel. Then Miguel joined in with Rust's nervous laughter. He shuffled closer to Rust, but he was just giving a big hearty laugh. It looked like two friends on the beach having a good laugh about a silly incident.

The main deviation was Miguel throwing a full force punch at Rust's face to knock him out cold.

COMBATSYS: Rust narrowly escapes Miguel's Burla!

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[RUST]
Miguel laughs off having a crab dangle off his face. Rust Jr.'s laughter picks up again, hand back behind his head. Both of the men are now having a great laugh, as Jr. turns around and nonchalantly walks a ways away while a punch that could flatten a buffalo casts only a strong breeze.
So easy going! So light-hearted. The laughter echoes through the Moonlight Reef between two men - or at least Rust Jr., who seems entirely none the wiser about it. Did he somehow avoid the deception by letting his guard down, whole-heartedly? He is supposedly skilled in ninjitsu. There might be trickery on his own in play, but... even the most skilled and capable emotional manipulators and deceivers would be hard pressed to chalk it up as anything other than dumb luck.
Maybe he transcends them?
"Ahh. Sorry for the trouble. Yep! Just been one of those trips, for me and-- ahh, don't worry about it," he waves a hand nonchalantly as he turns to face Miguel, walking back up towards him.
"Name's Howard!" That's Miguel's opponent for sure. Howard Rust, Jr., he likely already knows this? "Ahh, we oughtta do this when I'm not all set up to drop the gloves with another guy already. Uhh, I think his name's Miguel? Yep. Miguel. I dunno, all four of us oughtta just sit back and enjoy it while it lasts, eh?"
Four...?
He extends a hand to him. "Pleased to meet you!"
He really didn't know, did he, smiling while a bit of blood runs down a nostril and the side of his mouth. How many men does Miguel know of being capable of still smiling and putting up a pleasant conversation after having the shit kicked right out of them?

COMBATSYS: Rust takes no action.

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Rust             1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Miguel was taken aback by this random hobo who managed to dodge his punch. Some of the finest fighters in the world have been broken by Miguel's mighty fist. But this hippie managed to do a feat none of them had managed.

When the hippie said he was Howard Rust, Miguel was flabbergasted. But what he said did make sense, how else would he be able to withstand the fight. With Rust sending out his hand to shake. Giving Rust a firm handshake, the Spaniard introduced himself.

"Oh your Rust, I'm Miguel Caballero Rojo. I thought you were just a transient, the flowers smell you know."

The two men shook hands, and Miguel laughed nervously. He was just placed in a terribly uncomfortable position. Miguel then said the relativity redundant "Should we start our fight then?"

COMBATSYS: Miguel takes no action.

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Rust             1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0           Miguel

[RUST]
"Ahh, I get that a lot," the Canadian handyman ninja takes it all in stride, "just a man with a thirst and love for adventure!"
That was true a bit over ten years ago. Nowadays, uh, 'washed up' is a good summary. He might've kept up with Miguel's mighty manly mashing marauding man-handling so far, but their physical conditioning can't be any more different. This guy looks flabby, maybe a little wimpy going by how spindly his legs seem to be relative to his body mass.
His hand isn't crushed under the manly handshake grip, though, so that's something...?
"Oh, yeah, we oughtta. I don't... see any referees where," he brings a hand up to his lips as he looks every which way, "there's a camera... yep, it's on."
The camera is also staring at a seagull's butt. Look, we're not going to judge a camera's tastes. We're also not going to question why a camera has tastes. There are far more important questions to be had about the expectations versus the reality of the situation.
"Must be one of those new automatic referee thingies!" He sounds delighted by the prospect of scientific novelty, unaware of its squandered potential for the event. The man with the flower decorations in his hair backs away with a short hop.
Most fight promoters don't like dealing with Rust Jr. these days because he's so... well... if Miguel hasn't already seen it, he's about to.
"All right! Let's do it, Miguel!" At last, this seemingly confused, strangely-decorated and long-haired man comes to grips with his situation! No ambiguity, no muddling, nothing! Miguel will now taste the full technique and might of a man who was absolutely something over a decade ago, and is now just...
Just...
He raises a leg, stretching it up over his head with a weird look on his face - maybe he pulled something? Leaning forward to compensate, his right arm crosses inward to plant a thumb to the side of his left eye, the middle finger of that hand curling inward. The other arm rotates around in a wide circle, fingers flitti--
And so, Miguel is now subject to the latest in a long, shameful, utterly logic-defying series of incredibly stupid poses that outwardly appear to serve no true purpose.
But now they're on the level on who's who and what's going on, and so it's okay to punch him in the face really hard to make him stop. Right?

COMBATSYS: Rust gathers his will.

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Rust             1/-======/=======|===----\-------\0           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Miguel began to readjust himself after reaffirming that they were, actually fighting. Miguel was just tired at this point, he was looking forward to enjoying this tropical paradise, or what was left of it. At the sight of Rust's various poses, Miguel remembered by he mistook him for a homeless man.

Seeing Rust's weird poses, the Spaniard decided to break the weight on the one leg. Swing his foot at Rust's leg, Miguel sent down his own head to impact Rust's crown. Hopefully, his hair would not prove further detriment.

COMBATSYS: Rust blocks Miguel's Bajeza Con Cabeza.

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Rust             2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0           Miguel

[RUST]
One of those too-thin legs, trying to support the weight above it... it really seems like that swing against the leg ought to do it, but somehow, that much holds sturdy against a kick by Miguel. Is there some strange, forbidden knowledge about the human anatomy that this man possesses above and beyond other fighters of his level? Could there be more to this utterly indescribable set of movements and gestures that violate all common sense?!
The headbutt meets against the hand positioned strangely against his own, pointer and ring fingers somehow clenching and pinching against Miguel's crown as though it could completely stop a whole-hearted headbutt from a hard-headed guy. It... doesn't, completely, seeing the man spin a full 360 on his one standing leg like a squeaky weather vane.
"Ow," that seems kind of an underreaction, though the thumb against his own face dug painfully near his eye just trying that. The left arm doing the weird arm waving, at long last, goes to properly draw the length of pipe sticking out the toolbelt adorning his swim trunks - a drawn weapon, at last?!
"Here I come with!"
The length of pipe is taken in both hands as he swings around wide in a spin towards Miguel - and up, and up, transitioning to a one-handed grip if not halted, moving to lunge pipe-first towards the ground and bury Miguel's back against the sand (and the rotted volleyball net).
For... all the possible clowning around, this is probably not something to be taken lightly.

COMBATSYS: Miguel fails to interrupt Concrete Jungle from Rust with Coraje.

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Rust             0/-------/<<<<<<<|=====--\-------\0           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Miguel lunged in to give Rust a fierce smack to the head, fueled by his drive to win. Then he took a pipe to the head. Miguel fell face first into the sand, and the waves rose up and splashed him with salty spray.

[RUST]
The whole thing would probably be one of the most exciting highlights of this long string of... lowdims... that's a word now, lowdims... concerning not only their meeting and battle, but just the entire event. For all the careening around like a man who seems to both be victimized by - and weaponize - circumstance and their environs, there is scant little to spit at about the maneuver known as the Concrete Jungle.
With the final lunge driving Miguel down, the salty sea reaches out to nip at the lot of them while the pipe drives itself a little too deep into the wet sand to be easily removed.
"Ah, you okay there, buddy? Hey," laughs the middle-aged man of the moment, who still seems to be treating the whole thing as good fun even as he has to take a moment to wipe blood away from his face, "seems the tide's getting all bothe--"
The tide is getting 'all bothe--' indeed, as a far greater wave reaches out and bowls Rust Jr. over!
"The ocean's outta control!!" He twists and pivots in a bad attempt to balance himself against nature's fury, his right arm waving frantically as he is toppled over. The respective elbow seems to line itself up with the back of Miguel's head. The camera misses the exchange in its entirety. In its place, it is now running biometrics for the tiny crabs that are climbing about one of the busted-open volleyballs strewn about.

COMBATSYS: Miguel blocks Rust's Power Strike.

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Rust             0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Miguel was impacted by Rust's struggles in the surf. The blow was weakened by the flow of water, but it still hit none the less.

Miguel struggled to get back to the surface. He grabbed the largest and fattest thing near him to hoist himself up. That being rust of course.

As for Rust, ninjas are supposed to hold their breath a long time, right?

COMBATSYS: Rust endures Miguel's Strong Throw.

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Rust             1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1           Miguel

[RUST]
If someone were actually overseeing this fight with a person posted here, this fight would've been called off the moment the two of them got swept up by the waves. The class action lawsuits already pending as they are, having two fatalities due to negligence about the conditions of their battlefield on top of everything would be... something worth raising an alarm over.
Even if the insurance companies partnered with the promotion company would be overjoyed to not have to think about Howard Rust, Jr. ever, ever, ever again.
The water sweeps both men back out into the moonlit ocean. Though Miguel clamps tight, bearing down upon his throat, his back, any sense of movement or freedom he might have to avoid a watery grave...
"Dbbt wwbbby!" Howard Rust, Jr. cheerfully burbles out even as he sacrifices precious air while the two are threatened to be pulled out into the ocean, simultaneously serving as a lifeboat for Miguel as much as he is being half-strangled to death by him. "Hh hht hhm hhhdmmh!"
Those words are horrifying. These are words Miguel will remember lead to absolutely nothing good at all, as the supposed ninja raises the pipe on high within the water.
Fish clear away immediately, as though they had heard... rumors.
Hardly slowed by being submerged, Rust Jr. thrusts the pipe into the ground underneath them, makeshift butt-end first.
If an impact is made, it is like someone just fired a mortar shell into the beach. Water explodes. Sand vacates ground zero. There will be a crater (that will nonetheless soon be filled in with sand and water). Miguel might be sent flying like a ragdoll.
But at least the two of them might not drown in the process of the accidental birth of a vintage death metal album cover.

COMBATSYS: Rust successfully hits Miguel with Complete Renovation.

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Rust             0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1           Miguel

[MIGUEL]
Miguel noticed his raft did something.
After his raft did something, something else happened.

Something made Miguel fly.

Miguel was flying with Rust, and they had a backdrop made from a pillar of water. Miguel noticed Rust in the flight, and tried to get back to his life raft. Miguel went to grab Rust, he was going to beat the fat man into position and force him below, to make him break his fall. Miguel was going to make sure he wouldn't drown.

The Spaniard didn't care about Rust's fate quite as much.

COMBATSYS: Miguel can no longer fight.

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Rust             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Rust dodges Miguel's Regalo.

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Rust             0/-------/-------|

[RUST]
The shot is kind of cool. Water and sand, exploding out. An aging fat guy, long hair billowing in the wind, kind of shadowed out and looking sort of wicked cool? His right arm bends inwards, two fingers raised from the hand in one of those infamous ninja seals. It's one of those very moments he looks unquestionably sincere about his capability and action, after being defined almost entirely by confusion, strangeness, and complete madcap antics in which he still yet somehow stands toe to toe with the majority of professional fighters.
He spins, he twirls, he otherwise misses Miguel's attempt to grab back onto him as the Spaniard will find themselves left to be crash onto dry beach (and probably into trash).
Victorious, whether aware of it or not, Jr. hoots as he flies free through the air! He's never springboarded like that off of the Complete Renovation! This was an awesome and amazing idea!! Wait until he tells his--
He faceplants against a decrepit advertisement billboard, a muffled 'ow' as he twitches and writhes.
...
...
...
Someone will ask, 'hey, the Spanish guy and that idiot with the hair fought, right?'
'Yeah, they did.'
'Who won?'
'...Uhhh...'
'It got footage, right?'
'...Uhh...'
'...Well, it's not important, is it? Just a sideshow, nobody's going to miss that fight. I don't think anyone even watched it. Hah! Saving a bundle.'
...
So it's ruled a double KO, then? That seems to be as far as anyone running this particular event cares...

COMBATSYS: Rust successfully hits himself with Huge Random Weapon.

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Rust             0/-------/---====|

COMBATSYS: Rust takes no action.


COMBATSYS: Rust can no longer fight.

Log created on 21:15:56 05/20/2017 by Rust, and last modified on 19:16:32 05/23/2017.