Match of the Millennium

Description: Chet and Franco clash in a Neo League battle at the waterpark in Southtown. A hard hitting match occurs between the two competitors.

[FRANCO]
Southtown as a whole is getting a bit less dangerous and some of that credit can go towards one Franco Bash. The man has at least made the minor criminals and creatures of the night that were plauging the citizens of Southtown think twice about causing trouble. With things being a bit more peaceful now Franco is finding more time to do other things and one of those is joining the Neo League competion this season to showcase his power and kickboxing skills.

The big American is waving a gloved hand about to those gathered and gives a big smile to one of the cameras' focusing on him. He isn't familiar at all with his opponent, but he is fine with that. In a way it keeps him on his toes and teaches him to adapt on the fly better. His focus is to put on a good show for the crowd.

"Hello everyone! Where is my opponent this fine evening?" he asks while standing one of 'islands' that has been designated in the fighting arena. He wears his blue boxing gloves with a match pair of blue swimming trunks and nothing else. If he is at a waterpark he may as well dress to enjoy it once he is done.....if he is concious when he is done.

[CHET]
"Right here," comes a rolling voice, right out of the cultured upper class of an American gated community. There is no accent to one of these men, merely a sense of mimicry to make you feel as if he's a mirror.

Chet walks out from the crowd, his hands in the pockets of his professor's long jacket. His honey-white locks ruffling in the breeze, wearing an outfit more suited to a discotheque that only existed in the dreams of a prostitute, he smiles. His teeth are pearly white, capped and faintly enlarged, just for the psyche of a pawn he's moving across a board.

"You are Franco Bash?" he begins, as he climbs atop the island with a palm and a heft of his leg, his unusual shoes squeaking and then molding along the floor. Crepe rubber, thin, with polymer plastic as the fitting across his foot. An unusual piece of cobblery, designed at his request.

An Illuminatist needs both fashion, and priorities, after all. Priority first, but fashion is often a priority to consider. A mobius of three, an eight with a cousin beneath. The number of rings it takes to mark one as a hidden Pontiff.

He slides into a fighting form, his kung fu style hewn from the combat techniques of Camp Perry, the Farm, and solidified under the tutelage of the Sicilian masters of Chinese kung fu.

COMBATSYS: Chet has started a fight here.

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Chet             0/-------/-------|

[FRANCO]
The voice pops up and Franco looks towards the well dressed man. He is rather out of place in the water park, but far be it for Franco to question the fashion of someone else given what he tends to normally wear. He just gives a nod and a big smile when asked if he is Franco Bash. "In the flesh!"

And there seems to be no more than the question before Chet already seems to be more than ready for a fight. Franco chalks it up to him possibly being a bit shy or just one of those 'men of few words'. Funny how similar those two could be. Quite the opposite of the outgoing and rather loud Italian American.

"Here is to a good fight!" he says and he raises his arms while shifting into his own fighting stance. The movements simple and often easy to judge, but it is less about finess and more about power. Something Franco looks to use when he gets in closer and looks to deliver a quick crecent kick towards Chet to test the man's defenses.

COMBATSYS: Franco has joined the fight here.

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Franco           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Chet

COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Franco's Medium Kick.

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Franco           0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0             Chet

[CHET]
Chet watches the jocular nature of Franco, judging him to be a well-rounded and solid mass of an obstacle. Style usually follows personality, save for those who have been broken and rebuilt. With Franco, he senses a fair bit of uncertainty, from the use of a crescent kick in an otherwise forceful fighter. A crescent kick is to piece apart defenses, and it is a difficult move to develop the proper muscle memory for. That means Franco is a man of experience.

Can there be a trick to play against Chet, later?

Chet's arm snaps up and he catches the crescent against his forearm, before he pivots across the island with a slip of his shoes and attempts to push the leg towards its natural destination, the floor. Should he manage the shift, his free hand will join in with the hand atop his moving forward to grab the offending ankle and knee, lifting it back up and pushing Franco backwards.

"You push hard, Mister Bash," Chet says, a sting of pain in his voice. A slight hint that he's not used to defending against such impact. Chet knows it's an improper move - unless you're dropping a lure.

COMBATSYS: Chet successfully hits Franco with Quick Throw.

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Franco           0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0             Chet

[FRANCO]
He isn't quick, but the power behind that kick quickly prove all those muscles are not just for show. Even so the kick is well defended and Franco can just grin at first, then get a bit thrown off guard when Chet uses the big man's size against him and he gets pushed back and he goes tumbling across the small island and almost plunks right into the pool of water surrounding it.

"I just look to keep improving. I am not getting any younger and I may as well go out while I am full of vim and vigor!" he says with a bit of a laugh as he gets back to his feet. So Chet seems to have some good reflexes and he knows how to use momentum to his advantage. Franco is slowly getting information on how to handle this new face and he has some more tricks up his sleeve.....even if he is shirtless right now.

Stepping forward he brings back his right arm. The distance still a fair few feet between the two when he unleashes the right hook. The punch is nothing for Chet to worry about, the blue energy that flares up and looks to impact into the dandy fighter? That is another matter

COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Franco's Meteo Shot.

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Franco           0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0             Chet

[CHET]
Chet shakes the arm he had blocked with, his hand opening and closing as he stretches the tendons and the muscle, to relieve the pain to the bone and flesh with a bit of endorphin release.

"Have you ever considered the culinary business? You would make an excellent sales representative to retail for product logistics and contracts."

As the energy shot comes circling at Chet, he frowns at the surprise and brings both arms up in an X, catching the incoming projectile at the crossover between his forearms. His coat sizzles, singed, and he slowly but demurely takes it off, dropping it to the side in a neat fold. Now merely wearing a tight turtleneck, showing off his swimmer's muscles, he raises his right knee and circles his hands around his collar level, before poses with his left arm across his throat, hand at his right elbow and bent upwards, right hand posed as a claw forward.

"You are full of surprises tonight, Mr. Bash."

There's a snatch forward at thin air as Chet drops his leg and then steps off it to charge, running at Franco and planting his left foot on the ground between them as he nears. He spins around to the right and swings around to close the distance, his body torquing about with the back of his fist aimed at Franco's head.

Chet is nimble on the field of combat, focusing from his feet up.

COMBATSYS: Franco interrupts Fist Pivot Adjust from Chet with Guts Dunk.
*KNOCKED AWAY*

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Franco           0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1             Chet

[FRANCO]
"Hmm?" Franco raises a brow at what he considers an odd question. "I enjoy food, but I am a mechanic, sir. I work at the nearby airport! Got the job soon after I moved here with my son!"

It had been some tough months of adjusting. Junior for the most part had it tougher. The duo are still grieving from the loss of a loved one, but Franco has been much better at pushing forward and trying his best to carry on instead of lingering in the past. Times like this make it easier to think of the present instead of the past. The thrill of the fight and rising up to the challenge of those that face him.

His brow furrows as he watches Chet move in and he watches. He comes off as a big lug, but he is also a well trained fighter and he sees the opening right when that backfist is coming in.

He brings an arm up to absorb that blow as he bursts forward with a big kick into Chet's torso. His kicking leg flares up with that firey blue energy once more as he lands on the island and sends a shockwave across it as the energy blasts outward. "Between fighting, raising a son and working I have little time for much else my friend!"

[CHET]
There's a loud 'YuuuuAAWH!' that echos from Chet as he's blasted in the side of his chest and stomach by the chi-infused chi, sent hurtling across the island.

He flies right over the water around it, and slams into the bleachers watching the fight, the crowd running and shouting in panic.

As the dust settles, a low hush coming over the audience, Chet stands up, shaking, his side sagging where the kick caught him, blood leaking from his lips. He stares at Franco, in blind rage, as he lifts his turtleneck off, throwing it off recklessly now that the cashmere has been ruined by spatters of his crimson life juice.

Chet goes dashing at the island from the bleaches, leaping into the air and spinning in the air with an oblong somersault, shifting about from his cross-ways leap and turning over once, before he lands with his good side up and his bad side down, bad hand splayed across the fighting ring.

Chet then bolts forward, and swings his leg in and around, with a devastating kick aimed at Franco's jaw, that twists through the air with a blue that creates a high-pitched banshee wail from his leg.

COMBATSYS: Franco blocks Chet's Grand Dragon Kick.

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Franco           0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0             Chet

[FRANCO]
It is one of Franco's more powerful attacks. One used to catch opponents off guard and in some cases many don't get up when all is said and done. Chet does get up and he doesn't look too happy at all. Franco can see the look of rage on the other man and he sets his jaw firmly. It looks like he might have awakened a monster.

Swifty Chet comes back in. His movements still graceful despite the obvious anger showing in the young man. Franco remains focused and for the most part calm. Or as calm as a man like Franco can be as he tries to watch the movements and defend himself properly. He does just that by bringing up an arm once more to protect his face, the kick instead glancing off the forearm of the kickboxer and eliciting a grunt as Franco steps back and shakes his arm a bit to try and fight off some numbness forming.

With his right arm still a bit sore he instead goes in with a left. The strike a bit more unrefined due to him not being a southpaw, but still probably something that will feel nice if it connects to the side of Chet's head like he is attempting.

COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Franco's Medium Punch.

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Franco           0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0             Chet

[CHET]
Chet's leg swiftly retreats and he brings his arm up to block the punch, his forearm knocking it aside with his hand open. He swings his arm out from the position inside Franco's guard, to open Franco up to the next blow, before his left fist thrusts forward, his punch aimed directly between Franco's pectorals.

Chet is feeling the thrill of the fight, with plenty of stamina but a great deal of physical pain present. His eyes blaze with anger as he fights, breathing hard because of his caved side. He fights slightly crooked, his posture off to a degree from the side that took the heavy kick to the inside.

COMBATSYS: Chet successfully hits Franco with Chest Pound Punch ES.

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Franco           1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0             Chet

[FRANCO]
The two are engaged in close combat and while Franco feels he can stop the strike he is not quick enough to do so. Bones may not be cracking, but the strike hitting his meaty pecks still draws the breath from him and he is found gasping a bit more for air afterwards.

Staggering back it takes the larger man a moment to try and catch his breath, but the pain remains. A pain that seems to work its way through his large frame that doesn't go away easily. A blow that held true and lingers afterwards that makes the large Italian American to rethink his strategy as a whole.

He still pushes forward though as he comes in with a mighty energy filled fist that is aimed at the stomach of Chet to knock the air out of the fighter followed up by a big overhead left looking to come down on the top of the man's head.

COMBATSYS: Chet dodges Franco's Double Kong.

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Franco           1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0             Chet

[CHET]
Chet steps back and leans to the side to avoid the gut punch, his dancer's form coming into play as the fist whiffs past his lean build. As the overhead left comes down, he's already moving, crouching and bevelling to the side with a roll, planting his hand on the ground and pressing into it, springing off with a pounce into a standing position to the Italian fighter.

Chet judges that the opportunity is his to strike, his foe's lungs shocked, so he comes in with a quick kick upwards while Franco is recovering from the strikes, Chet's leg coming up with a quick bend and then toe-kick to Franco's face, before he pulls his leg back and aims to grab the shocked fighter's wrist, whipping his striking arm up and around the wrong direction, to pull him into a hold at a disadvantage, before the leg comes back up again, this time at the collar bone to slam the bone and knock Franco out of his grasp.

If he can gain purchase, that is.

COMBATSYS: Chet successfully hits Franco with Kick Combo.
- Power hit! -

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Franco           1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0             Chet

[FRANCO]
The duo continue to clash and despite Franco's success to land clean hits he tries his best to continue the pressue. He looks to use his power to his full advantage and it has been working well enough aside from the fact Chet has been doing well with his timing and managing to stop the strikes of the larger fighter.

And his counter attack is quite effective. That grapple works well and pulls Franco in close and in a position he really can't stop that strike that comes downwards and slams down into his collar bone and drives Franco down to his knees.

"Hnnnggngng....." the bigger fighter fights through the pain and he rises back up fully and feints a big right cross only to swing about and come around with a quick roundhouse kick aimed right at Chet's head.

COMBATSYS: Chet counters Light Kick from Franco with Gripping Crush Claw ES.
- Power hit! -

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Franco           2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0             Chet

[CHET]
Chet hops back after the grapple and strike, raising his hands and favoring one side, the other still pounding with pain. His mouth slides up into a crooked grin, as he spots Franco's flagging efforts.

Chet watches Franco's eyes, seeing that he's aiming for Chet's face with the punch, instead of behind it. Correctly interpreting the faint, he ducks back, and then swings his hand up to catch the roundhouse with his hand.

His fingers clench down on the foot, hand like iron as his fingertips slowly crush the foot as he holds Franco on one leg, slowly forcing him down to the ground as he twists and mangles Franco's toes and heel in his grasp.

"You see, Franco," comes a pained whisper, "A snake is always in the grass."

[FRANCO]
The strike goes in and the result is nothing but pain for Franco. His foot is grasped and he is overpowered by the smaller man and driven to the ground of the island as his foot is twisted and mangeled about by Chet.

As much pain is he is in he does his best not to cry out loudly. He knows this is something that will keep him from work for awhile and it was his flight of fancy to be a fighter in Neo League that caused it. Even so as much pain as he is in he does not submit. Not yet at least.

"Don't know what that means. sir....." the bigger fighter says as he gets to his feet. "But.....I will try to be a Mongoose!" he declares and he looks to deliver an uppercut that is infused by the blue firey chi he wields.

Then he tries to follow up with another if he hits. And if the second hits? Then it is a series of punches and kicks looking to punish Chest before looking for one final uppercut before the big man runs out of energy and falls over.

COMBATSYS: Franco can no longer fight.

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Chet             0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Franco's Harmageddon Buster.

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[CHET]
Chet slams the uppercut down with both arms, exploding backwards from the force of the blow. He narrowly remains on his feet, closing his guard in around his face to block the second uppercut. He dances around the island, pummelled by the punches and kicks, his torso swiveling about as he knocks shots aside and counters with slaps and catches. Finally, as Franco grows tired, Chet steps aside, letting Franco fall off the island, into the water.

Shirtless and wearing only his dancer's slacks and his unusual dance-fighting shoes, he hops off the island, walking back into the crowd. The side where he took the shot to the ribs from the mighty kick sags, Chet keeping his hand over it.

COMBATSYS: Chet has ended the fight here.

Log created on 21:29:13 11/09/2018 by Franco, and last modified on 20:57:18 11/10/2018.