Description: Jezebel has announced the most terrifying event in this entire war: a reboot of Lightning Spangles. But that requires funding, and more importantly, international support. Heading straight to the United Nations, Jezebel expects to find the support she needs for the arts. But she is not the only one looking for support on the arts. Kang, the famous(?) director has also reached Metro City to get the support he needs on the arts. They could have a coffee chat, they could have a fight, they could simply find romance. Anything is possible when you are an Uptown Girl.
Jezebel liked to think of herself as an Uptown Girl.
Oh, sure, there were rumors. Statements. Involvements. International Criminal Syndicates. Depravity. Kidnapping. Suicide attempts. But in Metro City, in the midsts of a world about to collapse into itself, Jezebel was in the city with a mission, a goal, a purpose more pure and real than anything else in the world.
Because it was time for a new wave of Lightning Spangles.
Jezebel was sitting outside the Wendy's, chewing on a Baconator, sitting at the wire table, late at night. She was dressed in her Lightning Spangles best. Well, second best. For some reason, her old costume wasn't.... fitting. It wasn't balanced right, around the waist. I mean, she tried, she tried to fit.
Fortunately, there were some bigger outfits for her.
Jezebel was clad in her vest, staring at her hips. It wasn't bigger at the hips. Why wasn't it bigger at the hips? It was skimpy on the chest; unlike her proper costume, it didn't have a shirt under the vest; just like how the chaps didn't have any pants under it. Taking another bite out of the Baconator, she just thinks about how Hayley could get her hips so much bigger. WHat did she have that she didn't have? Age? No, Jezebel was still young. She would be young forever. She would never get old. She just had to get to the UNited Nations. She just had to get there, and tell them her dreams. Tears build in her eyes, as she sees the impossible reality of infinity. Her dream, her perfect dreams.
The International House of Spangles.
Of all the chaos erupting through the world some people are just too damn easily distracted. Among those people more focused on their own goals is Kang. He has a movie to make and he already found his main villain for it during his time in Metro City. Abigail shall be the King of the Wasteland. Mister Jones will be the funky hero, but now he needs supporting cast!
Not only that Kang needs money. Money to make the big budget action movie he wants. What better place to go for such a thing than.....the UN? It is maybe misguided information he was given, but he was told he could get money for 'THE ARTS' if he went there and that is why the rather rotund Korean is on a moped speeding down the mostly empty streets.
"Out of the waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!" he calls out loudly. "I have a movie to make!" A movie he doesn't even have the full plot for yet. Truth be told he was thinking on the fly when offering Abigail the role of the main villain. "I need funding and a female lead!" Oh this can't end well.
Jezebel had a dream like this before.
"Why, Harvey Weinstein? What are you doing here?" Jezebel was dressed in a strapless red cocktail dress. The producer from Hollywood wanted to talk to her in private. Took her to a side hall away from the main party. Harvey was breathing hard on her, licking the froth from the corner of his mouth. His body was building on her, pressuring on her. He reaches down, not breaking eye contact with Jezebel. Jezebel felt her heart beat faster and faster. There is an unzipping sound.
And he pulls out the contract.
"You're the girl I'm looking for my biopic for Michelle Obama! I was recasting the lead actress anyways!" Jezebel squeals in delight! A movie to make! Funding! Jezebel pauses a moment. "But I didn't think I look anything like her!" Harvey shakes his head.
"We'll just put some makeup on you, you're the girl we've been looking for!"
Harvey Weinstein stands out at the truck stop, by the ranch. There was nothing past the darkness. Overhead, a cow skull hangs over the gate, illuminated by a single bare bulb. It flickers.
And a cowboy emerges from the shadows.
The cowboy watches Harvey with barely restraint contempt. His voice rises up. "A man's attitude … a man's attitude goes some ways, the way his life will be. Is that something you might agree with?"
Harvey just shrugs. "Sure." But the Cowboy's voice rises. "Now, did you answer because that's what you thought I wanted to hear, or did you think about what I said and answer 'cause you truly believe that to be right?" Harvey steps back, stunned. "I agree with what you said, truly."
"What'd I say?" The Cowboy asks pointingly. "That a man's attitude determines to a large extent how his life will be." Harvey sputters. The Cowboy takes a step closer. "So since you agree, you must be a person who does not care about the good life." Harvey looks around nervously. "H-h-how's that?" The Cowboy tilts his head, his neck cracking. "Well, stop for a little second and think about it. Can you do that for me?" Harvey begins to laugh nervously. "O-Okay, I'm thinking."
"No, you're not thinking." The Cowboy's breath was hot. "You're too busy being a smart-aleck to be thinking. Now, I want you to think and stop being a smart-aleck. Can you try that for me?
Harvey was silent.
"I want you to go back to work tomorrow. You were recasting the lead actress anyway. Audition many girls for the part. When you see the girl that was shown to you earlier today, you will say, "this is the girl". The rest of the cast can stay, that's up to you. But that lead girl is not up to you. Now, you will see me one more time if you do good. You will see me two more times if you do bad." And the Cowboy slips in the shadows.
"I'll do it!" Screams Jezebel, the pieces of the Baconator dribbling down her exposed chest. Eyes wide, the smell of mayonnaise all around her, she looks at Kang. "I'll do it Harvey! I'll be your star!" She shakes her head. "I mean- A movie? I'm Jezebel Failblesse, the world famous actress, with plenty of funding in her name technically!" She strides up to Kang in her Stripper Spangles outfit, eyes wide. What kind of movie is it?!" She cries out, trying to grab Kang.
"Do I get to play Michelle Obama?"
It almost becomes a dangerous wreck because Jezebel is a dangerous wreck. She jumps from where she is and comes dashing into the way of the moped riding Korean and he has to skin to a halt just inches away from running the woman over. "Watch where you are going!"
He doesn't look happy, but then the masked man in a business suit leans forward some and peers. "You are THE Jezebel Failblesse?" he asks and doesn't seem convinced. "The camera must be very slimming." This is coming from a guy that is almost as wide as he is tall. "And what is this about Michelle Obama? I don't need a Michelle Obama! I need someone to play the love interesting of the hero. The damsel kidnapped by the King of the Wasteland!"
There is a pause and Kang gets off the moped. He straightes up to his very intimidating full height that is still a hair shorter than Jezebel is. "But you....you know how to fight? You could be useful! Maybe support! Kelly High Kicks does need an actress that can fight." He rubs his chin.
Jezebel doesn't stop her smiling as Kang explains.
Or, sure, she almost killed herself. But does it ever work? "Kelly... Kelly High Kicks?" She babbles back, her smile not fading. It didn't fade when he made that comment about her- about her figure. And when he says he doesn't need Michelle Obama, she realizes that in the modern day, it's all about Trump! She could do Trump. She could definitely do a Trump. Her mind swims with doing Trump, as Kang blazes by with his hooks.
And she thinks about Hayley again.
Jezebel's face turns red. "Is it... is it that kind of movie?" Jezebel's mind was rushing. "I mean, maybe- maybe it's better if we come together." She pauses. "Come up together. See I am here for my own series idea!" Her hands were on the moped handles. She wasn't letting go. "See, it's the International House of Spangles! I'm going to the UN! THey have very, very limited support for the Arts you know, and nothing is more artistic than a United Nations that promotes the core values of Lightning Spangles! I already have an Aussie Spangles, I mean, if you need like, two girls, I can get her to come; there isn't any nude scenes? I don't want her to do nude scenes, she doesn't deserve it. Her figure isn't right, you see, she's too -bottom heavy- and -fat- and I care about her, you know? Maybe Ainu Spangles can do it, she's very energetic! See, I have an idea-"
And Jezebel starts pitching -her idea- to Kang, as she continues to stop the moped.
There seems as if something is lost in translation. Did she really listen to what he was saying? What kind of director does she think he is? Well he isn't really a director yet, but he will be soon enough! Things are coming together and Jonesy will be so proud of him getting funding for a movie as well as finding a great villain in Abigail.
"There was no plan of nudity. It is an action flick! Enter the Funky Fist!" He tells her and she starts going on about a new show. Wait, she is going to the UN as well? "I do not want to direct a series! I must make my mark with a movie! Metro will be a grand location and there will be plenty of action and a daring rescue as MIster Jones takes on the King of the Wasteland in a grand battle to save his love. Kelly High Kicks and Punchmaster are his sidekicks sworn to help to the bitter end!"
Then she mentions a friend and....did she just say FAT? Kang suddenly looks very annoyed at such a thing. "There is NOTHING wrong with being fat! You should know that!" It looks like he is listening to her idea as much as she is listening to his.
Already, the chemistry was going volatile.
For starters, Jezebel wasn't done -explaining- her idea. And as Kang interrupts by saying that he had no plans of having Hayley naked, she huffs. "I'm a very experienced actress, mister! And I have good opinions, that demand respect!" She explains, as she stops her elevator heel boots that zip all the way up to her thighs. "And I don't know any Mister Jones or Punchmasters! And above all, well-" And she gets a little -close- to Kang, staring him in the eyes.
"Excuse me, but I am not fat!"
She turns away, looking at her hips and waist. "I'm hideously skinny, if anything!" She grabs a emancipated roll, and shakes. Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. "Maybe this is all a mistake. Maybe I'm not that interested in any 'Funky Fist' entering me! What kind of hack director are you anyways?!" She jabs a finger in Kang's stomach. "I haven't heard of... heard of...." She trails off.
"Who are you again?"
What a horrible woman this is. "If you are skinny then I am Johnny Cage!" he barks back and his belly jiggles when it is poked. He is starting to get annoyed and it seems like the annoyance is making him....expand? The suit he is wearing seems to be getting tighter at least as he deals with Jezebel. "Miss Spangles I would appreciate it if you get out of my way so I can finish getting my funding!"
There is a pop of a few buttons then suddenly the suit explodes. Fabric flying everywhere as he stands there in his wrestling pants and a incredibly tiny top that leaves his large stomach on display. "I will make Enter the Funky Fist and then finally the world will know of Jae-mo Kang!"
"And you ruined my suit!" No, he did. Well he didn't intentionally. She just made him angry. KANGRY? He looks to brush her hands off his moped and he looks to climb back on. "Go back to stuffing your face as I have decided you are in no shape to be Kelly High Kicks!"
Jezebel feels a snap inside her.
How dare he. How dare he make fun of her hideous body. Jezebel imagines herself pulling away her skin, and revealing her true insides. And then, pulling away layer after layer of this round man, pulling away his fat, his rolls of baconators. And then, inserting them on her, on her body, on her chest, on her hips, her bottom. Expanding herself, building herself.
Before she puts Hayley skin back over herself.
Jezebel's eye is a pinprick, her mechanical one was transfixing a blue laser on Kang. But her smile was building and burning at her lips. Blood leaks from the cracks of her smile, as she boils her glare into the director. "Jae-Mo Kang?!" She shrieks at a high pitched voice. As Kang brushes her hand, she recoils in shock. "DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!" She screams as she draws back. And Jezebel, as the world spins around her, unleashing a mule kick straight into the Moped.... and at Kang, in maddening fury.
How dare he.
COMBATSYS: Jezebel has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Kang has joined the fight here.
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Kang 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jezebel
COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Kang with Thrust Kick.
? Strange Hit! ?
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Kang 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Jezebel
It is a good thing Kang cannot look into the minds of others. Instead of an action movie he would see something of a German horror film on what Jezebel wishes to do with him. Really at this point the kick she lashes out with is much more practical and less frightening.
The big Korean looks to just puff up like he is going to take the kick full on, but the force behind it being a bit more than anticipated. The moped goes flying and Kang is knocked back where he falls into a backwards roll and pops out of it like some weird armadillo. "That! That was a rental you witch!" Hitting him is one thing. But hitting other people's property? Well this means war.
If Jezebel is going to be that way she is going to be touched all right. Several times really because Kang comes right back at her and his big, hands are thrust forward as he looks to deliver half a dozen sumo slaps all about her torso.
COMBATSYS: Jezebel endures Kang's Sumo Charge.
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Kang 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Jezebel
Jezebel's mind was quicksand.
Hungry, devouring. She wanted more, and more, and more. She wanted it all, to wrap it around her, to let it be a part of her. To embrace it. To love it. To desire it. Pouring the desires over her naked bones, and letting it form around her. Hot and heavy, deep down to her marrow. It would cling on, and drown you.
And it would be more real than reality.
The power of the martial artist, however, comes with staggering force, able to -burst- apart the moped. It looked like she could very well kick. Jezebel cocks her head, staring at Kang with that burning smile. Already, Kang was coming at her. Already, he was coming at her. She could feel that hate, that anger, and she... she giggles. Already, goosebumps were forming on her skin. She wanted this. She deserved this. And when it comes?
She takes it.
"... Ha ha ha..." She begins, as the slaps come across her skin, her body. Being hit. She kinda liked it sometimes. It made her feel real, not like a doll. Like a real woman, who does real thing. Who inspires Lightning Spangles in all the children of the world. The children in heart, even. As the slaps continue to blacken and bruise her skin, she steps back, twisting her body around. She draws her bottom back, shaking it with the wind up. And then, as a single slap accidentally strikes upon her bottom... it is like a tripwire. Jezebel explodes forward, bottom first, to -smash- into Kang with bone-shattering force.
She wanted Hayley to see this.
She wanted Hayley to see this, and be jealous.
COMBATSYS: Kang blocks Jezebel's Broken Arrow.
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Kang 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Jezebel
Kang knows he is dealing with a type of crazy. He just doesn't know how crazy Jezebel truly is. When she snapped it wasn't a good thing and the Korean has no idea he is slowly being drawn into that quicksand and how dangerous the woman he faces is becoming.
His strikes was more to back her off so he could go on his merry way, but she shifts about at one point and his palm smacks upon that ass and makes it jiggle right before said ass comes right for him. "What the!?" He has to act quickly and he brings his arms up to absorb the brunt of it. He is a stout man and even upon that impact he is only sent back a step or so.
"What is wrong with you!?" That is possibly one of the worst questions for him to ask. He would be better off being knocked out by Jezebel instead of hearing her talk about all the problems she has. Before she can really land he just tries to grab her by the hips and he takes a deep breath. HIs big belly tightens up and gets bigger as he looks to just bounce Jezebel off of it and away from him. "Leave me be! I am in a hurry!"
COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks Kang's Stomach Set.
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Kang 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Jezebel
"What do you think you are?"
Bottom driving deep, she is caught and stalled. "I have spent my entire adult life being abused by people like you. Twisted, deranged men who want to turn me into their little dolls, their little play things, their models, their creations, their characters. ANd what happens when I am done? Or when I am not big enough? Or my body is all wrong, wrong, wrong? You crumple me up, and throw me away. Maybe if I am lucky, you'll force your tongue down my throat, or get handsy with me, or- or- worse!" Jezebel grabs her head by the temples, shaking her head. "You're monsters, you're all monsters."
"That's why there has to be Lightning Spangles."
"There can only be one dream, Kang!" She shouts out. "There can only be Lightning Spangles! And you are either part of the dream... or an enemy to everything right and good. That's why I have to save the world!" She shrieks, as she hurls herself straight back at Kang. Lashing out with a snap kick with the her right, she begins a short chain, unleashing roundhouse into a roundhouse, before finishing with a staggering heel drop. "I have to, Kang."
COMBATSYS: Kang barely endures Jezebel's Quick and the Dead.
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Kang 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Jezebel
What does he think he is? He is a man just wanting to direct an action movie with his best friend. Someone who has big ideas, but not the proper funding for the projects that come to mind. Someone that has no idea what the hell Jezebel is talking about.
Him being accussed of being abusive and a monster just makes him stare at Jezebel as if she has grown a second head. Does she really think that of him? She was the one that attacked him first and now he is the monster? All he wanted was to go to look at getting funding for his movie and here he is dealing with a whole new type of crazy he has never ran into.
"You...." he trails off and when she starts to deliver those kicks the Korean actually handles the roundhouses well, but then that final kick cracks down on his head and he almost turns into a ball of fat once more. "YOU'RE GOING TO BE SORRY! I don't have time for women crazy!" he was trying to be nice, but he has a feeling nice isn't going to do anything. He looks to just grab Jezebel once more and toss her down the sidewalk and away from him.
COMBATSYS: Kang successfully hits Jezebel with Medium Throw.
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Kang 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Jezebel
"Sorry? You're SORRY!?" Jezebel lashes out as her assault roars forward. As the heel drop comes, she was off-balanced physically. It was good balance with her mental status. Eyes dancing around, she vaguely realizes how exposed she was out. As Kang seizes her, she tries to escape his clutches. But gripped again, she is hurled to the sidewalk, hitting it head first with her roll. She goes into a sit, looking at the ground. "I've always been sorry. Every day I've been sorry. And.. and.."
She grips the sidewalk cement, cracking it. Pulling herself up, she stares forward, tears pouring from her good eye. "I have been used again and again by people like you! Gaslighted! Exploited! I am just the whore of babylon, marching into an open grave as the whole world gives me my laugh track. I'm not young anymore, I'm not beautiful anymore. I'm used up, and spent. But I have so much for me. I have so much in me."
"And I believe in America."
She stands fast, as red, white, and blue energy cascades around her. "The United NAtions will be America. All of the world will be America. ALl will embody the spirit of Lightning Spangles. Every man, woman, and child will look on the majesty of Lightning Spangles, and it will be them. Don't you see, Kang? Don't you see the purity of my ambitions? It isn't just about a movie. It's about social and cultural change. It's about a woman's right to self-respect. And above all." And she thrusts a finger at Kang. "it's about the most important American value."
ANd she thrusts an arm in the air.
"YEEEEE HAAAAAW! COME ON KANG! HURT ME! MAKE ME FEEL YOUR PASSION!
MAKE ME FEEL MURICA AGAIN!"
COMBATSYS: Jezebel burns with the AMERICAN SPIRIT!
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Kang 0/-------/-======|=======\=======\1 Jezebel
She continues to spout nonsense and accuse the Korean of things he has never done. He has never exlpoited anyone he has known and really the only time he hurts people is when he is in a professional fight. He did not look to get into a scuffle with Jezebel, but she keeps going and he is watching a massive breakdown happen rather quickly.
"Do not accuse me of things I have not done! I don't know who has hurt you, but you defame me when I have done nothing to you! You attacked me first!" he shouts back though at this point he is starting to realize this woman isn't even listening to him. Sure she takes a few works he says, but her brain seems to be twisting things into what she wants to hear.
"I just want you to leave me be! I have no problems with the United States!" He takes a deep breath. "But you have to do one thing. GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
And that is when he charges right at her. Oh no.
COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks Kang's Out Of My Way.
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Kang 0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Jezebel
The charge connects. He had no real idea for whatever he had beyond that so really it is more pushing Jezebel back and away from him. "And stay away!"
That is the words of defiance, as she glares down at Kang. Jezebel was feeling more powerful than ever. She was throwing off the chains of the patriarchy, she was liberating not only herself, but every man, woman, and child with a woman inside them, the spirit of femininity that glows within. Even as Kang challenges her, Jezebel turns her nose up. "Every woman in this world must unite, against pigs like you. Power to the people! Power to... WOMEN!" Kang was charging her down, trying to stop her independence.
And yet, she persisted.
Body burning with pure American righteousness, she was alive, even as Kang charges into her. She catches him, grunting aloud as she is sent stumbling back. "Do you know what this freedom makes me feel?" She says... a little too softly now. "Freedom is making me ring, I feel so empowered, I feel... I feel..." And she grips Kang, body glowing. Her vest was bared open, there was no bra underneath. Grinning a cheshire grin, she stares into the portly Korean. She looks up and down him, biting her lip. And she couldn't control it. She couldn't stop it. She forces herself into his face.
To force a kiss upon his lips.
COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Kang with Unforgiven EX.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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Kang 0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\-------\1 Jezebel
The kiss hangs too long, as Jezebel feels numb.
Eyes shut, she feels the warmth on her lips. And yet, there was nothing now. No passion. No pleasure. It was disgusting. Degrading. Loathsome. her grip begins to tremble. She sniffles, as she pulls away. Staring into Kang's eyes, she looks horrified. "How DARE you!" She screams, as she pulls away.
Stepping back, she screams.And she hurls out the kick. Kick after kick, barraging the shimmering orbs of red, white, and blue energy straight into Kang. Forcing it inside him, overflowing him with the building energy. Again, and again. The building chi reaches a climax, as finally, she stops. She turns her back to Kang, as she closes her vest, her shame. "How dare you..." She whispers, as finally, the chi detonates, exploding into an epic fireworks display.
Into the shape of Betsy Ross herself.
What did he do to deserve this sort of run in? Kang is looking flustered as he continues to be run down and treated as he has done something wrong. He can't even do anything to defend himself verbally because whatever he says is ignored or twisted each time he tries to protest. He just wants to get away from this crazy woman.
"Just go away! I got to...." she comes right for him and he looks to just try and stop her from grabbing him. Then she manages to slip through his defenses and she....kisses him? She gets a taste of the spicey BBQ he must have been eating before he decided to head for the UN building and then he is treated like he forced himself on her!
There is no real time for him to shout back because soon after there is that explosion of energy and the Korean goes flying off into the air and....he lands on top of a moving cab. He lays there on his back trying to recover from what just happened. Ugh, he thinks he tastes mayo. He hates mayo. "Just keep driving!" he shouts to the surprised cab driver who speeds off. Maybe Kang can finally get away. MAYBE
COMBATSYS: Kang gains composure.
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Kang 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\-------\1 Jezebel
For a moment, maybe it was real.
Maybe Kang could have gotten away. Yes, he could have escaped. Yes, there was the matter of the rental. But he would just go to the UN. Present his movie. And get all the funding. Some of the rental charges would be paid for, but the rental owner, so moved by Kang's fortune, would absorb the cost... as long as his fufu poodle could get a bit part in the movie. It was the dream, the beautiful dream.
And yet, she persisted.
"GEEEEET BAAAACK HERE!" Was the howl as Jezebel spirals through the air. Seeing that Kang was escaping, she felt... even more insulted, even more used. Licking the delicious korean barbecue taste on her lips, she was pouncing, rushing after the car. Body alight with red, white, and blue chi, she was spinning like a football to -drive down. Descending, she -smashes- into the roof of the taxi cab that Kang was on, attempting to send both herself and Kang through the roof.
The poor driver wouldn't know what hit him.
COMBATSYS: Kang blocks Jezebel's Pale Rider.
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Kang 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Jezebel
There is that moment of bliss. Kang kind of drained and beaten up to where his mind is wandering to a better place. His happy place. A place with things going right. A place that does not involve a crazy failed actress coming after him.
Then her shouting makes him snap out of it quickly. All the good thoughts draining from him. Oh god why is she still coming after him!? Kang sits up around the time he sees Jezebel coming right at him in some colorful death swirl and he can only try and soften the impact which sends both fighters through the cab and cuts it in half. The front keeps going for a bit longer before the cabbie realizes what happened and Kang is left pressed into the concreate with Jez on top of him.
This has not been a good day.
"You crazy woman! Leave me alone!" he shouts and well it isn't perhaps the best move. He was trying his best to just get away, but this is leading to desperate measures. He just punches her in the boob. The right one.
COMBATSYS: Jezebel endures Kang's Strong Punch!
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Kang 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Jezebel
When it comes to boob punches, there are no right ones.
This truth may come to Kang hard as the pair roll off the cab, hitting the ground hard. Jezebel lands in control, mounting on top of him as the pair lands. She was smiling, smiling so much, her eyes burning. Passion was flowing through her. Hate. Love. Lust. Rage. Sadness. So much beautiful emotions, that she was feeding off of KAng. She almost seemed ready to kiss him again... when Kang unleashes a staggering punch in self defense.
And it seems to only excite her more.
Still mounting on Kang, she lets out a gasp of pain... and a squeal of laughter, followed by a scream of rage. "YOU SHOULD HAVE CALLED UBER!" Was the shriek as she attempts to grab both of Kang's arms. Should she get a grip, she would draw her legs up, and roll backwards, to flip Kang on her. For a brief moment, there may be absolute horror. But fortunately, she would then let the chi flow from her legs into KAng. ANd there, she would push, to launch him into the air with a springboard action... aiming squarely for the Wendy's sign overhead. And should Kang hit it?
IT would come with a fireworks burst of red, white, and blue.
COMBATSYS: Kang endures Jezebel's Good Bad and Ugly.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by Uber!!
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Kang 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Jezebel
It was perhaps not the best of ideas, but really Kang was running out of options on what to even do with Jezebel at this point. She won't seem to leave him alone and things are getting worse by the moment. Not only has he lost money on the moped, but now he feels he might have to pay for damage to the cab and other things. This is not how to make a movie! This is how to lose what money he has!
And the fact Jezebel seems happy she got punched in the boob makes Kang realize things aren't going to get better any time soon. He has little wiggle room when gripped and she starts to roll about with him like a dog with its favorite sock.
He is launched upwards with a blast of energy those heavy boots hitting him. All the Korean can do is curl into a big ball defensively as he hits the Wendy's sign. It rattles the lettering for the sale and a number falls off. Jezebel will see 'Baconator .99' now.
It might distract her from the fact that Kang is coming straight down onto her with all his weight.
COMBATSYS: Jezebel fails to interrupt Body Press Special from Kang with Magnificent Seven EX.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by Baconator!!
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COMBATSYS: Jezebel can no longer fight.
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Jezebel was coming to her climax.
Her berserker assault comes, as stark lights of madness flicker around her. As she sends Kang into the air, she rolls back up into a stand. Her body was bruised and burning. But staring up at Kang... she looked equal measures of hunger, and disgust. Kang smashes into the sign.... and then, the numbers reveal themselves. The message. Staring at the message, she begins to feel warm. A throbbing sensitive builds in her thighs. Mouth watering, she looks up at Kang descending... % R
And Jezebel unleashes the kick.
Intercepting Kang at the last second, she unleashes the relentless chain of rising kick, hurling out the rabid assault with dynamic skill. Kick after kick comes, sending Jezebel up into a rising combination of seven swift kicks. The final kick comes with a massive explosion of fireworks, as she sends Kang over the horizon. Landing back on the sidewalk, she perks up, dressed in her Lightning Spangles wear.
And The Uber driver pulls up alongside Jezebel.
"ready to go to the UN, Lightning Spangles?" The driver says, smiling at her. Lightning Spangles thrusts her thumb at the Wendy's. "Lets first get some high quality Baconators first, pardner!" "No need!" Says the driver, as he pulls out a sack of Baconators. "All ready for you!" Jezebel adjusts her hat that she was now wearing, as she jumps through the window of the car, into the seat.
And begins to consume the Baconators.
And after the brief drive, where Jezebel ate all the Baconators, she finally reaches the UN. Striding in, she meets the President, along with the diplomats from all around the world. Struggling to get through the door because of her Baconator enhanced hips. She finally reaches the representatives. And Jezebel shows them. She shows them all the magnificence of the International House of Spangles. And they all give the applause to her. Putin. Sean Connery. Queen Elizabeth. All the leaders of the world, applauding her. And rewarding her with more delicious, 99 cent Baconators, now on sale. "Well, it's time to eat the baconators!' Lightning Spangles says brightly, as she looks over at her -skinny hipped- partner, looking absolutely famished.
"Isn't that right, Hayley?"
And everyone laughs, as they steadily expand from the Baconators.
"Haaa.... Haaa... haaa...." Jezebel laughs softly, underneath Kang. She was cratered into the sidewalk, her body underneath the massive heft of the director. She never unleashed the kick. She never had time. She just stood there, with a faraway look, mouth watering. Dreaming. Staring. Underneath Kang, she just lays there, still in her fantasy world.
Maybe if Kang stuck around, he would join her there too.
The impact shakes the ground and people nearby stumble or lose their footing completely. For a few moments Kang lays atop Jezebel unmoving. Then he rolls off with a groan and groggily starts to get up.
He staggers back and looks to where Jezebel is cratered into the pavement, but she seems gone. A strange distant look on her face even though it seems she is out like a light. Kang himself barely able to stand, but steadily getting more aware of things.
"I...I don't know what your problem is, but have great success fixing it!" he tells her and he looks about.
His arms raise and he waves done another cab. He manages to squeeze himself into the back of it and closes the door. "Do not worry about the crazy woman! I need you to take me to the UN!" The cab starts to pull away. What could have been a movie that actually may have helped Jezebel has ended in a strange fight that leaves the poor woman beaten and alone once more.
Beaten and alone.
Jezebel lays on the concrete, still staring, as the dream wraps around her. She felt so full, her mouth still watering. And big! Her bottom was so full, that Hayley was jealous. Hayley wanted to be her, share her, experience her, copy her. And everyone loved her. But as Kang fades away, far away, escapes so far away... she sniffles, aloud.
She was awake, you see.
She was awake, and aware what was happening. She could see now, exposed and naked in Metro City, what she had done. She... she lost her mind, her attention, her focus. And she lost a potential ally. A potential partner. She curls up into a ball on the concrete, humming to herself tunelessly. She was awake, and she was seeing the true reality of everything. But she could pretend. She could pretend of baconators and diplomats and Hayley being so small and thin. She could pretend all that.
But she couldn't pretend away the tears welling up in her eyes now.
Log created on 16:31:54 12/03/2017 by Jezebel, and last modified on 00:32:31 12/13/2017.