Description: With Alice Nakata being 'okay' and 'partying', the Terry fangirl has left the red pro belt open for all challengers. Hosting this Red Pro Belt match? Is world famous rock star Justin Bieber, laying down the harsh sludge metal to a full house. Right between the fans and the stage, Jacky Bryant makes his stand, the fresh face to the fighting world virtually being a fighter unlike anything anybody has seen. His opponent? Voted one of the sexiest men in Canada, Bob. The unstoppable combination of speed and weight moves to intercept The Blue Flash for the right of the Red Pro Belt. Will Lightning Strike for the Bryant family? Or will Bob truffle shuffle the hell out of Jacky's prospects?
The atmosphere here ... well, it's a sight.
The sudden experiment in sludge metal has certainly gotten a mixed reaction from the diehard Beliebers who were expecting the more traditional pop-rock-R&B staples. Some have reacted with confusion, frustration, even disgust. A few are demanding refunds. Others? Well, others are the TRUE die-hard fans. The ones who will love Bieber regardless of what he does. The women (and men) ... who are honestly just wrapped up in staring at him on stage and following his social media.
But now is time for an intermission as the REAL main event (at least for the fighting fans) gets underway. Bieber himself is taking a breather before taking over mic duties for the fight. The fans are getting restless.
And Robert "Bob" Richards is presently stretching backstage. He stretches one arm, then the other, then goes to leg lunges. He hops forward into a vertical handstand, doing some push-ups from that position.
"Man," he says to himself. "I guess some people really like this guy. Not my cup of tea, but if they're happy..."
"Now making his way to the pit," comes the echoing voice of the announcer over the PA system, his voice theatrical and given just enough static and electronic distortion from the transition from microphone to speakers to make it sound unique. "A fresh face to the fighting circuit, though racing fans know him far and wide. His exploits in the Indianapolis 500 are the stuff of legend, giving him the moniker The Blue Flash! He's greased lightning in the flesh! Poetry in motion! HE. IS. Jackyyyyyyyyyyy ... BRYYYYYAAAAAANT!!!!"
The sound of melodic metal guitars fills the concert arena, with a slick, almost hip hop beat backed up with electronica and piano, creating a jam that is catchy, uptempo, and yet almost timeless in style. ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeZzepOl6Dc )
Jacky Bryant himself comes bounding out from backstage. Jacky is a well built, lean young man, with light blonde hair that's fashioned in a timeless punk style immortalized in the 80's by the icon Billy Idol. And the Bryant heir looks no less of a rock star, with his black shades, and the leather racing jacket, in classic black, with red paneling on the underside of his arms and sides of his torso, and white trim. The back bears a stylistic flame design, with the word "Burning" inscribed just below it, as well as in silver accents on his sleeves. A plain white t-shirt and black denim pants and leather riding boots complete the look of a Rebel Without A Pause(tm).
One thing is for certain. Jacky is excessively lively and energetic, practically bouncing like he's on a spring with each step. Taking a few sprinting steps, the bombastic blonde does a leaping scissor style kick, his hips pivoting so that his legs kick forward and back simutaneously, though horizontal with the earth below. Landing nimbly, he does a flourishing hand motion, ending with himself falling into a stance long made iconic by the Legendary Dragon himself, Bruce Lee, with his legs spread wide, knees bent deep, and his arms out to either side, elbows bent slightly upwards, as if he's shrugging. He shouts out to the crowd, "YEEEAH!! ALRIGHT!!!"
He tosses his shades into the crowd, and makes his way down the ramp that stretches from the side of the actual stage to the barricaded off section between the crowd and the concert performers. All the way down, he's slapping hands and stopping to sign one fan's indy car hat, before slapping it down on his head and playfully pulling the bill over the man's face. Finally, once he reaches the designated center, marked only with an outlined octagon of tape on the concrete floor, does Jacky come to a halt. Still, he bounces in place, trying his best to contain his energy as he waits for the announcer to introduce his opposition.
"Oops, that's my cue," Bob flips out of his handstand into a spinning somersault before landing upright. He rolls his neck once more, moving toward the octagon as the announcer starts to do his intro.
"And his opponent...that perpetual babyface that claimed the spot in Canada's ten sexiest men of the year for 2017. That unstoppable combination of speed and weight--BOB! RICHAAAAAAARDS!"
Bob steps out onto the walkway and gives the crowd a friendly wave. Today he's dressed stylishly in a loose white button up. Over it is an open blue jacket patterned with red and green roses and a stylized wing skull with a sword through it. He's also wearing acid-washed jeans, black boots, and black gloves. He keeps moving toward the arena, stepping into the octagon to greet Jacky.
"You have GOT to be kidding me," Justin Bieber says to his agent. "You told me the fight would help market the new album. You didn't tell me I'd be competing against THIS, man!!!" Bieber gestures to the monitor where Jacky has entered the stage. "I mean, look at this guy. He's like a chick magnet!"
And then Bob enters the stage as well. Bieber goes pale, overwhelmed with all that is Bob. Those features, that charm, that...gravitas.
"No. NO! You are f-"
BACK IN THE OCTAGON
"So you're Jacky Bryant, huh? I've heard you're a pretty good drive...but how's your fighting style?" Bob raises both fists up near his face in a variant karate stance. It almost looks a bit absurd, since the man is 6'5 and almost 3/4 that width. He slides one foot back, pushing the other forward and resting it on its heel.
"I hope you're ready!"
And suddenly the giant of a man moves forward with downright deceptive speed. He rushes in, thrusting his leg out in a swift, short kick aimed toward Jackie's legs as a test of his guard.
COMBATSYS: Bob has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Jacky has joined the fight here.
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Bob 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jacky
COMBATSYS: Jacky counters Light Kick from Bob with Pak Sao.
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Bob 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Jacky
When Bob makes himself known, Jacky turns to face his opponent. He had done some research on Bob, and had discovered that the man was once a pretty small guy with a fierce fighting record, but had problems fighting up weight class. So, this is the result of what he did to resolve that, eh? Interesting.
"Bob!" Jacky calls out, giving a wave of one fingerless-gloved hand, as the rotund fighter makes his way to the taped off designated fight area. Or... at least starting area. Fights like this tend to go wild quick! "How's my fighting style?"
Jacky throws out a sidekick, perfectly executed, despite his tight fitting jeans. They must be a pair of those Action Jeans or something. Regardless, without his foot touching the ground, he throws three more. One low, one high, and the other mid level, before he pivots slowly, holding that kick, so that his foot is pointed to one side. "My kicks are like lightning! C'mon! Let's give these people a show they ain't EVER gonna forget!"
Lowering his leg, Jacky adopts a loose, relaxed stance, presenting his side to Bob, and holding his hands slightly open, with his leading hand at waist level, and his guard raised between his chin and chest. He shifts back and forth, bouncing nimbly from one foot the other. In everything, his form emulates the stylings of Jun Fan Gung Fu, or more popularly known as the fighting form of Bruce Lee.
"Hey hey!!" Jacky calls out as Bob comes in quick and leads with that low aiming kick. Jacky's rear foot rises, and he kicks across his other leg, low, to intercept and deflect Bob's own harmlessly, even as he catches the man's hands up in a tangle, wrist to wrist, and circling around one another almost like locking blades in a swashbuckling flick. However, as soon as Jacky feels that he might be able to slip past, he does so, and delivers a short, but devastating one inch punch directly to Bob's prodigous and dense gut. "YEAH!!!"
"Oooh," Bob says in his deep baritone-bass voice. "That's pretty fast." And when Jacky makes his suggestion: "Sounds like a plan to me!"
Foot meets foot as Jacky intercepts the kick, putting Bob off-balance briefly. Briefly is all the Blue Streak needs to slip into the opening, tossing out that one-inch punch with a devastating impact that makes Bob wobble and stagger backward. His feet fall heavily as he takes several steps back, eventually righting himself and running a hand across his stomach.
"Ahh...a one-inch punch? Don't tell me you're practicing THAT style...this just got even more interesting...!"
Bob plants a foot, having never fully fallen back out of his initial rush. He powers forward and looks like he's about to throw a punch when he instead snaps out and tries to grab Jacky by the arm. If he gets a grip, Bob pulls the other fighter forward, then throws himself into the middle in a full-bodied chest press.
COMBATSYS: Jacky blocks Bob's Sparkling Death.
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Bob 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Jacky
When Bob comments on his style, Jacky does a deft shuffle on his feet, dancing back a few steps, before dropping into a wide, horse stance, drawing his fists in, crossed over his chest and sweeping them out to his sides in a flourish, with the rear hand raised up behind his head, and the other hand extended out before him, palm open and up. His fingers flick back and forth, beckoning Bob to come at him again.
Bob doesn't disappoint, as he bridges the gap and feints. It pays off, when he's able to catch the Jeet Kun Do fighter's wrist and yanks him forward, off balance.
But, Jacky's a swift one, indeed, and with style and grace, the smaller blonde manages to put his hands up just in time to "catch" Bob as he follows up chest first, and push him back.
There will be plenty of perfectly timed snaps going around the internet of Jacky full on groping two handfuls of Bob's Bewbs.
In the meantime, however, Jacky is bouncing back immediately, leaping up with a snapping front kick, where the hard, pointed toe of his boot is set on a collision course with the underside of Bob's chin. Like lightning, Jacky's left foot follows suit in a similar fashion, delivering a one-two leaping front kick combo with blistering speed!
COMBATSYS: Jacky successfully hits Bob with Double Dragon ES.
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Bob 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Jacky
Bob's clash with Jacky goes down in meme history as the moobs get grabbed and used to push him away. When the two split off again, Bob is put on the defensive. His arm snaps up to guard as Jacky closes the gap once more, but it's just a little too slow.
The boot bounces off of Bob's arm and catches him in the chin (or at least one of them), staggering him enough to take a second hit to the chin. He keeps going back for another half step, his boot stomps down, and he rights himself and rubs his chin.
"Man," he says, "they weren't kidding about the Blue Streak bit." Bob slips back into his stance. "But don't think that you're the only one who brings speed to the table!"
Bob kicks forward into a lunge to close in on Jacky. He goes in low as he gets close, shifting into a lower, grounded stance.
And then Bob he strikes out with both palms in a grounded, power strike. As soon as he does, he draws back once more, shifting back into his guarded stance as he assess Jacky's style, his movement.
COMBATSYS: Bob blitzes into action and acts again!
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Bob 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Jacky
COMBATSYS: Bob focuses on his next action.
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Bob 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Jacky
COMBATSYS: Jacky counters Granchi Cannon from Bob with Dragon Fist EX.
- Power hit! -
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Bob 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Jacky
"I told you, pal! My kicks are like lightning!" Jacky exclaims, as he thumbs his nose in a cocky gesture and rocks back and forth at the ready. "Let me see this speed, pal, because so far, it's like you're moving in slow motion!!!"
It might be a scathing insult, if he hadn't delivered that with such a jovial tone to his voice, and that grin full of brilliant white teeth. Bob rushes in, and Jacky's eyes narrow with a shrewd look. It's clear that he reads the move before it happens.
When Bob's palm strikes come in, they're met with equal force, halting the attack. With a snap, his hands grasp Bob's wrists and jerk him forward. His other fist bunches in Bob's hair, getting a good handhold and keeping him in place as he delivers two punches with the same quickness as a striking cobra straight to the gorgeous fighter's face. Then, he spins on his heels, twisting around with a backfist to knock him down.
Jacky slips back, giving Bob the opportunity to get back onto his feet.
Bob's palm strike comes up short as Jacky intercepts it with a strike of his own. Bob is suddenly pulled off balance, caught in a grip by the hair and then double punched with enough force to send him staggering away from Jacky. Bob's still off balance when the backfist catches him in the cheek and bowls him over with a resounding boom.
But Bob stays resolute. He rolls backward like a ball, springing to his feet. He takes a moment before resuming the assault, however, as the heavy fighter rubs his chin and dabs away a bit of blood.
"You've got some impressive counters...but don't COUNT me out yet!" Did he just pun at you, Jacky?
But there's no time to dwell on it as Bob powers forward, spinning like a top into a backfist of his own. But the backfist has other intentions, as Bob uses it as a feint to swing his leg up with a sweep that tries to hook the leg of the Blue Streak and pull him off balance!
COMBATSYS: Bob successfully hits Jacky with Combo Grapple.
-**- LUNATIC HIT!! -**-
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"HA!" Jacky exclaims as Bob throws the pun out at him. He gives a quick thumbs up and a wink to the other fighter, flashing a brilliant grin. "That was a good one!"
Bob comes in and Jacky shifts forward to meet him. As the rotund fighter spins, Jacky sees that backfist coming, and whips out a hand to snatch Bob's wrist, intercepting the blow before it has a chance to land true.
But Bob! You sly fox, you! That sweeping leg was a dastardly, but effective move! It catches the bombastic fighter completely off guard and he falls with a loud "OPE!" and a wide eyed look of surprise. Hard, he lands on his back, wincing in pain. "That really hurt!"
But, no sooner than he falls, Jacky is raising to his feet once again, reclaiming his stance and balance, keeping himself loose and ready to be like water, my friends.
Moving in, Jacky leads with the right, in a lunging half-uppercut to Bob's round belly, hoping to drive his fist in deep enough that the stout comatant actually feels it. "You've really got some power behind your hits!"
Without breaking pace, Jacky follows up with a left hook, torquing his body to the side to add a bit more force to the otherwise lightning fast blow. Immediately, he backs up that hook with a right handed backfist, intending to follow up with an equally powerful strike to the other side of Bob's beautiful face.
"YEAH!!!" He shouts, as he finishes the lightning fast combo by drawing his knee to his chest and thrusting outward with a pivot of his hip, snapping his leg in a brilliantly executed sidekick to Bob's chest. If he manages to land this, Jacky fully expects that he might just have ended the fight!
COMBATSYS: Bob interrupts Rage of Dragons ES from Jacky with Spiral Rocky.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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Bob thumbs his nose, possibly resetting it after that last hit. "Thanks!" Bob calls pleasantly back to Jacky. "That's part of my special training technique!" And with it, Bob charges forward, aiming to meet Jacky in the middle.
The lunging uppercut comes for Bob's belly (certainly an impossible target to miss). It impacts it heavily, sinking in a bit before hitting the wall of muscle beneath the protective dome (?) of fat. Bob sets himself against it, continuing to push forward with the momentum granted by the running start and his considerable mass.
Then the backfist connects with Bob's face. It turns his head with a wobble and a spray of spit. Everything seems to move in slow motion for a moment as the follow-up hit comes.
But Bob is torquing up for a move of his own. He crouches down, drawing both fists tight, his knees bent and his feet wide like a proper karateka. "Speeeeed...and..."
Before the side kick hits its mark, Bob launches upward in a rocketing double uppercut. One fist is aimed for Jacky's chin, the other for his chest. As Bob launches he goes into a spin, soaring into the air like...a blimp? That seems like an accurate metaphor.
It appears to be the world's largest shoryuken by fighter mass.
Holy cow! Jacky is lost in the rhythm of his flow, having felt his fists land solid and true against their target. Some small sliver of his brain is already celebrating his victory when, his kick flies wide.
He barely has time to react, to even recognize that he had missed the finisher, before he is punished. Severely.
Bob's mighty attack crashes against Jacky's face and chest with enough force that the lightweight fighter is lifted off of the ground along with the spinning karateka. He arcs back, flipping once before landing solidly on his face.
"Man oh man."
Jacky's fists clench, and he slams them both down on the concrete floor, before he pushes himself back up to his feet. "Whew. Alright. Looks like I'm definitely gonna have to take this seriously! Time to kick things up into high gear!!!"
Jacky holds out a hand in Bob's direction, as if begging for a moment. A brief time out. One second. Thanks.
He unzips his leather jacket, and shrugs it off, tossing it into the crowd at the barricade where it is surely going to be fought over by a few of the racing fans. Perhaps even by some fans he's earned just by this match. Meanwhile, Jacky pulls up the front of his shirt, revealing his lean, well toned figure, with his proud, strong chest and rippling abdominals that seem to be chiseled from stone. The kind of thing that will make the non-Canadian ladies in the audience swoon, for certain. He tucks the front of his shirt behind his head, leaving it on, but letting his body be left exposed. The air feels good on him. It refreshes him and recharges him.
With that, Jacky gives Bob a nod of his head and drops back into fighting stance for just a moment, before he rushes in at his skilled opponent. As he closes the distance, he leads with a sliding front kick, sweeping his leg back and then launching it forward with a snap of his knee, and an arch of his back. It looks more like he's trying to kick the soccer ball across the field for a goal. Only this ball will be Bob's stomach.
Provided he manages to land that first strike, Jacky drives that foot in deeper by leaning forward, just pressing in. This allows him to plant his foot, so to speak, on his competition, and use it to help spring the agile Jacky into one of his more infamous moves: The Dragon Somersault kick!
Jacky leaps, his body gracefully arching, as he swings his other leg up to try to deliver a furious blow to Bob's chin, finishing with a high reaching singular flip backwards where he'll land nimbly on his feet.
COMBATSYS: Bob blocks Jacky's Dragon Somersault Kick.
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"Yeah, that's the spirit!" Bob says, dropping into a fighting stance once more. His raising of fists and bending of knees seems punctuated with a wobble. The heaviest of karateka's braces himself, readying his stance for the incoming assault.
He meets the sliding front kick by stepping into it to block with his shin. The bone-rattling impact is followed up with a forearm block to intercept the rising kick, Bob's other arm pressed against his first to stabilize against the blow. Eventually the power of the kick is too much; it breaks Bob's guard and forces him to stumble back, but the stout martial artist rights himself shortly. He shakes his hands to relieve some of the numbness from taking the blow with them.
"Whew!" Bob says, snapping back to attention. "Those are some kicks. Allow me to serve up some of mine!"
And so, Bob steps forward, snapping out with a high kick. He follows the first with a second, lower kick, aiming to assault Jacky's guard as a means of breaking through.
COMBATSYS: Jacky counters Medium Kick from Bob with One Inch Blow Switchback EX.
- Power hit! -
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"Man, you've got a strong defense!" Jacky says as he lands from the backflip, seeing Bob weeble a bit and wobble a bit, but he doesn't fall down. It's really coming down to the wire here. Jacky feels himself pushing himself to the limits. It only makes his smile grow wider.
"C'mon!" Jacky shouts as Bob promises to show him what he's got, in the way of kicks. As the powerfully built karate fighter raises up his first kick, Jacky deflects it deftly, slipping inside of the blow to deliver a short, one-inch-punch to Bob's stomach, intending to knock the wind from him.
Immediately, Jacky follows through, spinning under Bob's still upraised leg to his vulnerable side and snapping out with a backfist so fast that it is hard to even track with the human eye. He does a quick shuffle on his feet, and then hops, lashing out with a well aimed sidekick to Bob's ribs with enough force to send the heavyweight flying away from him, with a boisterous shout of "YEAH!!!"
As the kick gets deflected, Bob moves to compensate. He pulls his leg in, trying to backstep before Jacky can capitalize on the opening. He almost executes a hop, as absurd as it is, but for all his speed and weight, he just does not move fast enough here.
The one-inch punch smashes into his stomach and the world seems to pause for a moment. Flesh wobbles like a wave as the impact distributes from the contact point, but then the combo comes. The backfist smashes into his jaw, staggering him long enough for the sidekick to punt him across the fighting stage. Bob launches away like a cannonball, rolling along the ground before smashing into the edge of the ring. It takes him a moment to get up, and when he does, he's bruised and bloodied.
He sways on his feet, staggers, but manages to stay standing for a moment. "Man, you really do deserve that name, huh..." Bob clenches his fist, then sprints forward like a train. He closes the gap with Jacky, desperately throwing a flurry of machine-gun like punches to try and overwhelm the smaller blond. If he catches enough to wear him down, he executes one final haymaker to try and finish the round.
Because afterward Bob plants his hands on his knees, breaths heavily, then flops back onto his back.
"You got me," he pants, barely conscious.
COMBATSYS: Bob can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Jacky blocks Bob's Apicius Special.
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Jacky thumbs his nose triumphantly as Bob goes flying away. His feet tap about in a "dance" not unlike the kind that a particular legendary boxer used to be well known for, and he throws out a handful of lightning fast punches. "It's like you're moving in slow motion!!!"
And then Bob is coming at him again!!! Man, this guy never gives up!!! Jacky's eyes widen in surprise as the large fighter comes barreling down on him like a runaway tractor trailer. Man, oh man, he really doesn't want to wind up falling prey to another of Bob's devastating attacks right now. He's having a hard enough time just keeping his head on straight, at this point. The adrenaline is wearing off and the pain is really starting to settle in.
He flinches. Jacky flinches and raises up his arms and one leg, defensively to shield himself from the barrage of attacks that follows. Fist after fist pounds against his forearms and his thigh and he groans.
"Not the face! NOT THE FACE!!" he cries out, as that final haymaker comes rolling in like thunder, and he manages to bring both arms up to shield his face just in time. But, man, he hurts. His forearms are numb and useless, and he lowers his defenses just in time to see Bob finally relent, flopping onto his back.
"Oh thank god."
Jacky breathes a sigh of relief, and his shoulders slump as he feels the weight of pressure rolling off of them. It's only for a moment, though. After all, the show must go on.
"YE-HEA-YEAH!! You can't beat me with that!!!" He points at Bob laying on the ground, and then sweeps his arm out to the side with a flourish. He looks almost like an umpire calling someone out. But, after a few more moments, during which Jacky throws a few flashy kicks for the flashes of people's phone cameras, he moves over to Bob, and takes a seat on the ground beside the larger fighter, leaning his back against Bob's side. He gives his fellow fighter a pat on the thigh and says, "Man, you were really tough and way faster than I expected. You had me really worried there for a second."
"...Let's get the hell outta here and grab a beer and burger before the Biebs comes back on stage, yeah?"
"Sounds good," Bob says with a deep breath. "Just..." he starts to move, and fails to do so.
"Just let catch my breath for a bit. Shouldn't take long, I mean."
"...kind of a lot at stake if we don't get moving." Bob says, staring up at a poster for the concert.
That's a scary thought.
Log created on 14:51:12 04/13/2018 by Bob, and last modified on 00:01:10 04/16/2018.