Match of the Millennium

Description: After a meeting that didn't go so well for Urien he now faces off with Antonov in Neo League. Titans clash and Antonov may have made a grave mistake in asking Urien not to hold back when it comes to doing battle.

[URIEN]
Things with Antonov were hardly settled; having been refuted to operate as an endorsed agent of the Illuminati, Urien has taken such things quite personally. As a prideful, egotistical bastion of masculinity, he cannot allow others to similarly exist... and deep within, he resents the other man. For achieving his power on his own, without the help of a powerful organization, countless master trainers, genetic and chi modifications... they might be similar in where they end, but their origins are radically different. Ultimately, Urien is powerful. And exerting that power on others is one of the few ways he feels alive.

The antagonizing invitation was sent, and he merrily accepted. The first to arrive within the caged arena, 'Tom Abel' is wearing a bronze and black Luchadore mask; although this is billed as a fight with Urien, any sense of his aura or glance at his skin would reveal he has not yet taken on his more distinctive form. He has opted to play the heel, jeering at the crowd and marching boldly around the ring in his contoured suit. "You bastards want blood?! I'll give you so much you'll never want to see it again!!" He actually yells this in the proper language. For someone so broadly lingual, most of it is just used to be an asshole.

[ANTONOV]
Antonov perhaps doesn't fully realize just how deep his refusal stung Urien when that offer was made. All he knows is the man is riled up and there is only one way to settle things. That is a good old fashioned fight in the form of a Neo League match. It was the only way Antonov would accept the fight and so there is Urien in the lucha mask playing up to the crowd to get boos and jeers from them all. While Antonov himself isn't exactly a wrestler himself he can appreciate the form of entertainment and athleticism wrestlers show.

He just has no idea Urien is far from a wrestler and doesn't know fully what to expect from good old 'Tom Abel'.

Wearing boots, white pants and the custom Neo League belt he had made for the winner of this season, Antonov strides out puffing on a half smoked cigar and showing off his physique to the crowd by going shirtless. "Well well. Aren't you already having a good time." The Russian says with a chuckle. He cracks his knuckles as he looks about to make sure everything is being filmed. He wants ratings and he wants to see more league activity. If that means taking on everyone without knowing the extent of their fightin ability then so be it.

[URIEN]
"Antagonizing a hive of bees, kicking a mound of ants, some things never get old." Urien agrees, turning to face the other figure. He's smaller, but still sufficiently large to be considered a battle of the titans. Fingers work the buttons free of his suit's top, shrugging free and revealing a somewhat overtight white undershirt, hurling the expensive fabric aside with a yank that sets his tie to dangling askew. "You broke my heart, Antonov." he says, with a deep sigh. "I've never done well with rejection. But maybe our friendship can be redeemed with a bit of violence, eh...? I'll do you a favor. I won't go all out. Wouldn't do if you got broken to pieces right from the start, eh...?!" He thumps his fists against his muscled chest. "But tell me. What's your game plan...?! Do you have the personal power to go solo, like Bernstein? I guess we'll find out here...!"

[ANTONOV]
A brow raises then he shakes his head. "Broke your heart? You seemed to have always been made of sterner stuff. You are also a smart man and know full way that deal was made rather hastily and then the proposal of a fight for all my assets was more than foolish. I could not accept such terms." He replies and takes another long puff from his cigar while just watching Urien. He can size up the man somewhat, but it is hard to tell what to fully expect.

One thing he does know is that Urien is very much confident in his own abilities. A trait the Russian can find admirable even if sometimes it could perhaps lead to defeat when one gets overconfident. "Well that is very nice of you. These muscles are more than just for show, my friend.

He does take a moment to consider the last question asked. "My plan? I guess the same as it has always been. Go on what my gut tells me. It has done me well so far." he just gives a grin and brings his arms up to flex and show off to the crowd. "Come now. Let us fight!"

[URIEN]
"Did I meet you on a whim? Yes. But you're right that I am no fool. You cannot survive in this climate without alliances, Antonov... I was merely extending an olive branch. Perhaps the others will do the same, instead of try and tear you apart...!" Fists slam together, neck twisting until it pops. "But I wasn't challenging you to OWN your assets. Just to borrow them. You've a very valuable network in Russia. But if you wanted to leverage them in proper negotiations, then I'm all ears." Then he slams down his foot, before kicking forward. "But it'll have to be in the midst of feeling my knuckles...!!" Twisting his arm upwards, he delivers a sharp overhead blow, aiming to strike from above viciously at Antonov's chin!!

COMBATSYS: Urien has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Antonov has joined the fight here.

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Urien            0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0          Antonov

COMBATSYS: Antonov blocks Urien's Terrible Smash.

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Urien            0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0          Antonov

[ANTONOV]
"I have no qualms working with you, but I would have to lay out the plan in front of the board members as well." he comments. "Proper paperwork to show just what we would be providing and what we recieve in return. As a diplomat you should know how these things work. It is not like I own a small business." He says little more because it is around that time Urien looks more than ready to fight as he quickly closes in. That blow comes at him and Antonov brings his arms up to put a stop to it before pushing away to put a bit of distance between himself and Urien.

He wonders just how much Urien is holding back or if he was just saying he was to make Antonov hesitant when on the attack. It is something he will find out soon ehough because he is looking to repay Urien from that punch from the other day. In this case he lunges forward and just brings his hand around. A big open palmed slap right against the side of Urien's head if it holds true. "Not bad at all!"

COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Antonov's President Binta.

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Urien            0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0          Antonov

[URIEN]
"Your board isn't your ally. They are your enemies. If you take one thing from us meeting, take that. It's your damn company. You put them there. You made it all...!! Take OWNERSHIP!!" Urien is strong, certainly. And as the other blow swings through the air, he snaps out his palm. Fingers lacing with the Russian's own dead center... but stopping it? Hardly. By the time Antonov's slap ceases moving, muscles flared and veins bulging, it's nearly touched Urien's chin. "...hah! Not bad, yourself...!!" With that, Urien suddenly leans back his head, and SLAMS it forward, aiming to deposit the center of his luchadore mask right into the larger figure's nose. Raw, brutal, but with an obvious finesse... it is not the untrained motions of a mere brawler, by any stretch. The crowd continues to cheer and hoot, some throwing things to bounce off the cage as things finally get started!

COMBATSYS: Antonov fails to interrupt Fierce Punch from Urien with Gigantic Back Press.
- Power fail! -

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Urien            0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0          Antonov

[ANTONOV]
He smirks some. "We can talk at a later time. Now is the time for a fight. Not to talk about business. I have to deal with business talk enough as it is!" His smirk gets larger when Urien does well to stop that strike. There was a lot of oomph behind it. Urien is more than doing well at showing off his strength and it makes Antonov just that much more excited to see how the fight unfolds.

.The big Russian then sees Urien start to bring back his head in what he can only assume is a headbutt. Antonov seems to have an idea of wanting to do something about it, but the strike comes in a lot more quickly than he anticipated. He was starting to turn about when that headbutt slams into his face in such a forcefull manner Antonov actually blacks out for a moment as he staggers back several steps and falls down to a knee. His nose is busted up and bleeding as he shakes his head. "Hah!"

He straightens back up and tries to take a moment to refocus. Big he may be but even someone of his stature can't take too many more hits of that.

[URIEN]
"Tch! Fine by me." Urien agrees, readily. He may be egotistical, arrogant, petty, and a bully, but he's intelligent enough to reign himself in to some amount. Despite all that's taken place, Antonov is still not an enemy, and he's no particular desire to shift things into that camp. Still, that felt like he just slammed his head into the side of a building, not someone's face; and his luchadore mask has torn upon the forehead, revealing a strange gem that seems embedded. "...feh." He rubs at it, but otherwise ignores the odd fashion sense. "You didn't even fall down. Not BAD!!" He twists his entire body, then lashes out his heel towards Antonov's chin. Using the length of his legs, and a far superior flexibility, to try and level on a much more disorienting hit to rattle the Russian's brain like a morocca before he can fully recover!

COMBATSYS: Antonov blocks Urien's Stab Kick.

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Urien            0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0          Antonov

[ANTONOV]
At this point Antonov isn't even sure if he is seeing things when it comes to the gem. He took a pretty good hit there and the fact he is able to stand upright after that collision is proof of his toughness. It was a perfect time to strike and that kick comes in looking to further do damage to the Russian's head. Antonov has recovered enough though he manages to react and he brings up a big arm to have the kick slam into it. Antonov winces some and he has to shake out his arm as he staggers back. He is more than thankful that kick didn't fully connect or else he would be probably laid out.

With Urien close in though, Antonov quickly goes to grapple the man and pull him in close before delivering a big knee to Urien's gut twice before spinning about on a heel and bringing Urien down to the ground on his back.

COMBATSYS: Urien interrupts Combo Grapple from Antonov with Quick Throw.

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Urien            0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1          Antonov

[URIEN]
The rip isn't going anywhere; Urien is definitely sporting a gem in his exposed forehead. He had concealed it the first time the pair met, or perhaps simply not worn it. Forcing himself towards the massive Russian, he fails to power through when that barrel arm shrugs away his leg and sends the Greek off-balance. Reeling backwards, sturdy hands find him, knee thumping heavily into his midsection. Yet he responds in kind, gripping Antonov by the throat and side; disrupting the follow-up as he roars, charging opposite to impact the side of the cage hard enough to dent it about the other man's torso with a deafening CLANG and chorus of cheers. "Grrk... looks like... we're pretty on par, in terms of raw power...!!"

[ANTONOV]
The gem could be something he asks about later, but at the moment there are more pressing matters. Like how Urien is more than proving to be a capable opponent. Antonov has not found much luck in breaking the man's defenses and in turn he is taking quite a bit of punishment. Punishment that includes being rammed into the cage and making a nice Antonov shape in it to the delight of the crowd. "So it seems. Good to see the muscles are for more than show."

Despite the beating he still seems to be rather jovial as a whole. He likes a challenge and this is certainly that. Cody was a good one as well so he knows there are some tough people in the Neo League. He has just yet to see many step up to do battle with one another.

While still close in Antonov really has very little in the way of options. Urien is keeping up the pressure and being pressed up on the cage he has little room to move. That is why he just claps a hand down on the shoulder of Urien and the other one looks to reach low as he looks to just up and heft Urien off his feet and over the head of the big Russian. He does his best to use his strength to just lawn dart toss Urien away and get some space.

COMBATSYS: Urien Toughs Out Antonov's President Toss!

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Urien            1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1          Antonov

[URIEN]
There's not a lot of individuals able to bodily heft up Urien; he's large and heavy, but it quickly becomes apparent that in terms of sheer, explosive force Antonov is superior. Despite his attempts otherwise, he's twisted around; but a foot hooks into the spats of the cage, and what was intended to be a hurl to gain some distance instead flings Urien with less force right to the ground at Antonov's feet. Already braced in preparation, he pushes explosively to land upright. Left hand swiftly attempting to capture Antonov by the throat and haul him off the ground. "There's more to me than this...!" he promises, exhaling. "C'mon..." He aims to strangle fiercely with a wildness in his luchadore-mask framed eyes. "Hit me like you mean it!! Show these people what the new chair of the Neo League is all about!!"

COMBATSYS: Antonov interrupts Destroy Claw from Urien with Kamchatka Collapse.

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Urien            1/--=====/=======|=------\-------\0          Antonov

[ANTONOV]
Skill, pure skill is being shown by Urien. He is aware of his surroundings and he uses his foot to keep from being flung away like Antonov has hoped. "Ehn?" He finds himself in a very dangerous situation once again and there might even finally be a slight hint of frustration in his features. "I got to give it to you.........you're pre-hrk!"

The hand grabs him by the throat, but Antonov is already bringing a big tree stump like leg back thens swings it forward as he struggles to get loose from the grip. The result is Urien finds a big, boot slamming hard under his chin witht he impact making a shockwave and kicking up debris in its wake.

Antonov is breathing heavily as he staggers back and tries to keep upright. Not only is he taking a beating, but he is expending a lot of energy to try and keep up with Urien. "Hope that is what you were looking for. If not I got more."

[URIEN]
The boot finally pierces through Urien's significant defenses and strikes home, sending him hurtling backwards. He rebounds off the opposite cage, breaking a number of bars before crashing to hands and knees. "Gah...!" It was like the force of a freight train condensed behind, enough to surprise even someone so sturdy; much of his white shirt now blown completely free, back shredded where it hit the other side of the constrained arena. "Guess... you're able to hit properly...!" For a few moments his body seems to billow, before with a slow hiss he calms down. "No... Hah. I'll beat you... like this!!" He's still not transformed into the storm of chi and power he often fights, and at this point the stubborn arrogance might work against him. Bracing himself, Urien then hurtles forward. Bringing down his shoulder, intent on slamming it into Antonov's chest. Before twisting, aiming to impact a second time, then a third, trying to pound the man into the cage with sufficient ferocity to risk shattering the bars and sending him towards the stand of the crowd!!

COMBATSYS: Antonov blocks Urien's Jupiter Chariot.

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Urien            0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0          Antonov

[ANTONOV]
Antonov's brow furrows a bit. He can sense something off for only a moment, but it soon fades and given the state his body is in he can dismiss it as just chalk it up to his mind playing tricks on him. "Are you holding back on me?" he asks and frowns. Partially because if Urien is holding back Antonov might be in real trouble if he decides to go all out. Or it could just be another bluff and he is just wanting to have Antonov doubt himself if only for a moment.

Then the charge comes in. That big shoulder tackle aimed right towards the Russian who steadies himself and leans forward to meet the rush with another big clash of two large lads that sends another shockwave through. Two more times they clash and Urien can only seem to budge Antonov slightly.

"If you are it is time to stop! It is rather rude to be hiding things in a contest such as this!" the Russian belts out while bringing about a big fist aimed to slam right into the face of Urien.

COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Antonov's Strong Punch.

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Urien            0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0          Antonov

[URIEN]
"Holding back...? Yes!!" Urien immediately agrees, with some amount of smugness. He had genuinely not expected to do this well using just his innate form, genetically perfect or otherwise. Not that such is less thrilling... but the desire to see how the other might handle his maximum power is indeed a tempting prospect. The last slam of himself against the larger Russian fails, causing Urien to inwardly curse. "Really...?" he asks, before spreading his stance and leaning slightly forward. "You REALLY want me..." Lightning begins to crackle across Urien's frame, sizzling along his remaining clothing. Then a huge burst of dense, heavy energy roars upwards in a destructive pillar, "To go ALL OUT?!" Clothing disintegrates in short order, revealing just his battle thong. Dark skin transforms into an unnatural bronze, hair flaring backwards and shifting to white as the gem on his forehead brightly glows. "Hahahaha...!! FINE, THEN!! Behold the raw power of someone who attended World Warrior...!!"

COMBATSYS: Urien manifests bronze skin and white hair, unleashing his true power!!

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Urien            1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0          Antonov

[ANTONOV]
When Antonov told Urien not to hold back he was thinking the man was just pulling his punches. Both the Russian and the audience didn't expect what goes down to happen. Clothing gives way to altering skin tone. Haire whitens and that gem on Urien's forehead glows brighter. The audience is certainly in a state of shock and awe. Antonov is silent for a few moments before he flips open the title belt around his waist to show off a row of cigars hidden within. "Well that.....is something you don't see every day. I have to say I am impressed."

The belt snaps back shut and Antonov brings the cigar to his lips as he lights it. He takes a deep breath as he tries to take a moment to ready himself. Urien was a handful already. This looks like it will be quite a mess. "Glad you decided to show me. See, can't get stronger if everyone is always holding back all the time." He says after exhaling the smoke. "That is why I am doing this. Help fighters find their potential. The spirit of competition. Might not be a thing you give a damn about, but the world would be a boring place if everyone decided not to improve themselves."

There is a crick of the neck and Antonov readies himself once more. His moment of rest over as he raises his arms and beckons for Urien to come at him. "All right. Show me what you got!"

COMBATSYS: Antonov gains composure.

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Urien            1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0          Antonov

[URIEN]
When the rush of energy ceases, Urien's feet seem to be sinking deeper into the ring, as if he weighed far more than he seems. Invisible currents of energy and air wildly flow towards the ceiling, amidst visible crackles of lightning and dark, earthen chi. Arms still spread, palms inverted to the ceiling. "You're plenty strong... Antonov... if you're happy with where you stand now!!" Fingers curl then, gathering a well of energy before slamming both hands together, building up a warbling, condensed orb of magnetic charged with lightning. "But THIS is the world that stands ABOVE YOU!!" He fires off the whirling missile, shooting between himself and Antonov like a railgun shooting a bowling ball; it would not explode, but impact with raw, burning force!

COMBATSYS: Antonov barely endures Urien's Charged Metallic Sphere ES.
# Disabling hit! #

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Urien            1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1          Antonov

[ANTONOV]
His teeth bite down hard on the cigar and Antonov seems focused on his changed opponent. It is like facing off against someone completely different and Urien shows he is more than just muscle when he creates that ball of energy and fires it right towards the Russian. "Hnnnn...." He steps forward and meets that ball head on. A clash that sees his forward momentum stopped, but to his credit it isn't really pushing him back at the same time. His body aches and he feels the energy burning against his skin. "Hnnngngngngnggah!"

Finally the energy dissipates and Antonov continues forward. His movement slowed by taking such a hefty blow. "And that is why I fight as well. To keep growing stronger. This is why I needed you to not hold back. I don't fear losing, my friend. It is all about finding new feats of strength to overcome what defeats me!" He brings his fist around as it will find itself hitting a wall that is Urien, but he tries his best to put as much strength behind it to do some damage as it seems to slam into the stomach of the other man.

COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Antonov's Whale Stream.

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Urien            1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1          Antonov

[URIEN]
"Fool...!! You are taking the long path to power! Strength, wealth, intelligence... as you are now, you'll always be a first-stringer, but never at the top!!" The time taken to barrel through his explosive assault allows Urien to tense, muscles rippling and hardening in preparation. Assuming a defensive stance, both arms cross as the great fist strikes home. It's indeed like slugging a mountain, but apparently the mountain would move, as Urien skids backwards until thumping heavily into the damaged cage. "...Heh. That would have hurt..." His bolstering aura dissipates visibly across his skin. "...If it hit...!!" Urien then roars, bringing up his arms and then flowing out in a powerful blast of point-blank aura. Lightning, gravity, magnetism, all attempting to overwhelm Antonov as he grows denser, skin marbling and growing craggy, building up his defensive prowess even more...!

COMBATSYS: Antonov just-defends Urien's Metallic Aura!

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Urien            0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1          Antonov

[ANTONOV]
His fist hits and it is like just punching a steel wall or the like. His hand hurts from the impact as he frowns and pulls is hand away. He wanted a challenge and it looks he is getting just that. Even more so when he can feel the air growing more dense around him. The hair all over his body is standing on end as Urien starts to gather that power. "Maybe so, but I like to do things my way."

That energy is unleased and the audience themselves move away in hopes of not being caught up in what Urien is doing. Antonov on the other hand has no where to go and he does his best to just cover himself up by crouching low and bringing his arms up to cover his face. When things die down Antonov rises to his feet and surprisingly doesn't look too worse for wear than he already was.

"That all you got?" He leaps upwards and forward as he looks to deliver a double punch. He has to keep chipping away at the mountain afterall. Once he lands he looks to follow it up with a big left followed by a right. Then finally he twirls about as he flexes his arms and a final blow in the form of a European Uppercut is aimed at Urien's jaw

COMBATSYS: Urien just-defends Antonov's Tunguska Bomber!!

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Urien            0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0          Antonov

[URIEN]
"All I got...? No..." Urien declares, and this time when the fist comes, the behemoth of instilled chi challenges it directly. One palm open to catch, his other reinforcing at the wrist. The terrible blow slams into it, lifting the dark-skinned man almost a meter... but then snuffs out, a loud THUMP emitting from the stage as he lands. Hissing mist billows from his fingers, Urien beginning to cackle in a mad fashion. "I'm just getting *started!*" He then leans back, swirling with energy before shooting forward, magnifying his mass and gravity multiple times as an electrified headbutt aims to impact Antonov dead-center in the chest!

COMBATSYS: Antonov fails to interrupt Metallic Headbutt from Urien with Vertical Macho.
- Power fail! -

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COMBATSYS: Antonov can no longer fight.

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[ANTONOV]
Antonov is running on fumes. He knows this and his attempt to maybe break through the defenses of Urien seemed to have done next to nothing. Still he seems determined and there is no look of fear as Urien continues to show his true power. "Good."

The problem is while Urien is just getting started it looks like Antonov was on his last legs. Despite this he looks like he was actually presenting his chest for that headbutt as he looked like he was ready to leap forward and upwards. Only problem is that headbutt slams harder into his chest then expected and that cigar goes flying out as Antonov lets out a big gasp of air as it is knocked out of him. He can feel bones crack and the world starts to blur as he falls backwards.

"Not bad.....for a diplomat...." he mumbles as he slams down onto the ground and lays there. The only movements are the small rise and fall of his chest. It is safe to say he is done at least for the evening as Urien is declared the victor.

[URIEN]
If Antonov had been in better shape, the meeting of two incredible forces would likely have been different. He finally sends the man to the ground, and finally the ring of the bell sounds into the air. "Tch... you stimulated me a bit..." he admits, both hands numb from dealing with those heavy blows multiple times. With a deep exhale he dismisses his aura, roar of chi flowing towards the ceiling. Skin returns to normal tone, hair flashes before becoming blonde, and he's again seemingly a mundane, barely-clothed man. "I'm no simple diplomat. But are you a simple hobbiest?" He turns then, kicking open the twisted cage door to leap out. "That's the question I'm asking myself...!!" For now, every inch of him is aching. His pride made him take too long assuming his full power, and he's got no small number of bruises as a result... Antonov is certainly no small fry, regardless of the outcome.

COMBATSYS: Urien has ended the fight here.

Log created on 14:59:42 10/23/2018 by Antonov, and last modified on 00:04:49 10/29/2018.