Match of the Millennium

Description: Saturday Night Slam Masters hosts a Neo League bout between Chet and Metro City's hometown hero-turned-convict, Cody Travers. Winner: Cody.

[CHET]
In the Saturday Night Slam Masters Arena, a huge crowd has gathered here, to watch the Metro City favorite, Cody, do battle with the fighting world newcomer, "Chet". There is a dull roar in the audience, as those gathered to watch the fight wait for the spectacle to begin. In the middle of the raised ring, is an announcer, with a microphone hanging from the high ceiling above him.

"Lllllladies, and, gentlemen, we at Saturday Night Slam Masters present to you, tonight, a bout for all ages, on behalf of the esteemed Neo League! In the blue corner, we have defending hometown hero, Cooooody!" There are cheers from the audience, as the announcer gestures to one corner. "And in the red corner, we have the challenger, the mysterious CHET!" There is a roar of boos from the crowd, as Chet climbs into the ring in his corner, as the announcer gestures at him.

"Slam Masters, geeet ready to RUMMMMMBLE!" The announcer retreats past the ropes as the boom rises into the ceiling, flashes coming from the audience as pictures are taken, Chet walking out of his corner, and pausing, near the center of the ring.

COMBATSYS: Chet has started a fight here.

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Chet             0/-------/-------|

[CODY]
Cody comes out via MCPD escort, two officers flanking him as they enter the arena. Cody looks unimpressed by the cheers - he's focused squarely on his opponent in the ring. "Alright, alright, you two can take a hike for now," he says. "I promise I'll be a good boy tonight." The officers had come to intercept him after his latest 'stroll' out of jail, but they knew trying to take him down was a futile effort.

Cody climbs into the arena and yawns, leaning against the ring post. "Hometown hero...gimme a break. Who writes this crap?" he gripes. He sizes up the guy in the ring with him and his fancy getup. "Alright, let's get this over with, huh?"

[CHET]
Chet rubs his palms together with a smile, turning to the side and walking around Cody in a brief trio of steps. "I've heard plenty about you, Cody. Let's see if you measure up to my expectations." Chet flicks his wrists apart with a sudden hulk of energy, inhaling deeply, as he buffs up and snaps into motion.

Chet dashes at Cody with a quick patter-step, before turning around to the side and swinging his fist out in a slam at Cody's jaw with the backs of his knuckles, swinging around to extend laterally at him with a swift slice through the air, posed from side-to-side with his eyes on Cody's.

COMBATSYS: Cody has joined the fight here.

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Cody             0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0             Chet

COMBATSYS: Cody endures Chet's Fist Pivot Adjust ES.

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Cody             0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0             Chet

[CODY]
Cody raises his fists and spreads his legs in an almost-boxing stance, but one more befitting of a simple, pure brawler. Chet's backfist slams into his jaw and causes him to lean down with the blow, pain surging through his jaw with his eyes briefly squeezing shut. He slowly rights himself, staring back at Chet with the same neutral expression. "Yeah? Here's my expectations, then: don't bore me." He adjusts his jaw with one hand, then prepares to attack. His hands shoot out to grab the man's collar hoisting him up and giving him a swift headbutt to the face, then slamming him down onto the ring.

COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Cody's Trash Out.

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Cody             0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0             Chet

[CHET]
Chet retracts his fist, pulling backwards from Cody, before his collar is grabbed and he's tugged back in. Chet pulls his head away from the headbutt, taking it to the jaw instead of the face, and grabs both of Cody's arms as Cody attempts to slam him into the ground.

As Cody goes for the groundward slam, Chet attempts to pivot and use Cody's inertia against him, flipping him over himself and flinging Cody to the ground, a hand on Cody's throat.

Should Chet be successful, he rises from his position previously beneath, now atop, Cody, prepared for the next blow.

COMBATSYS: Cody blocks Chet's Throttle Bend Flip ES.

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

[CODY]
Cody is flung, but he curls inwards, minimizing how much of his body actually hits the mat, and then swatting his opponent's hand away before sliding away from Chet. He pushes off the mat back into a standing position, giving a snort before looking back at the audience.

He reaches his hand out, and something is flung from the audience into his hand. It is a rattan cane. "Ah, classic," he remarks. He smacks it against the floor before he approaches Chet and gives a few feint swings...and then moving in to smack him right between the shoulder and the neck with said cane as hard as he can, hard enough to break it.

COMBATSYS: Chet fails to counter Random Weapon from Cody with Astral Magnificence Kick ES.

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Cody             0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0             Chet

[CHET]
Chet angles his arm down, dodging through the feint swings. As he moves in close, to give Cody a counter, the cane slams into his collar, breaking over him.

There's a massed gasp from the crowd as Chet staggers to the floor beneath the broken cane, landing on his knee and hand, then his side, tremoring and wheezing.

[CODY]
Cody nonchalantly walks up to Chet as the latter lies on the floor recovering. "That's gotta hurt," he remarks. "Need some help back on your feet?" Cody cracks both knuckles, then winds his left fist back, as if preparing to perform an uppercut. His muscles tense as he gathers his chi, and after a few seconds of concentration, hurls his fist forward and up, performing the uppercut...but what follows is the instant formation of what to onlookers appears to be a localized tornado, fierce winds whipping up to surround Chet and then lift him upwards with battering force. Of course, this is merely how his chi manifests, but the audience - and his opponent - will certainly feel the force of the winds.

COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Cody's Criminal Upper.

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

[CHET]
Chet is barely back to his feet by the time the uppercut flings out of Cody.

He guards his upper body with his closed arms, but still takes a hard shot, flying backwards into the ropes from the blow. His hair and clothing whip about at the winds summoned, a mass, 'ohhhh', coming out of the crowd as they feel the wind and see the spectacular visage of the two locked in a battle between the elements.

Chet bounces off the ropes and lowers his guard, his dancer's cross step coming into play as he performs a hip bending dancing to the side, before he swings around and unleashes a rear mule kick at Cody's stomach, toe down and heel up.

COMBATSYS: Cody blocks Chet's Heel Kick.

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

[CODY]
Cody hunches forward and brings his arms up to block the kick to his stomach. He protects it, but the force of the kick drives his arms against his body, and he grunts as his arms absorb the force. In response, he attempts to grab Chet by the leg he just kicked with, and if successful, begins to swing him around and around before letting go so he collides with one of the ring posts. "Have a nice day!" he cries upon releasing him.

COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Cody's Medium Throw.

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

[CHET]
Chet grunts as his leg is grabbed, and is flunk around into the ring post. He catches himself by his hands and manages to pancake against it, instead of impacting head first, and pushes away.

Spinning around, Chet slides his long coat off his arms and tosses it aside, so it can hang over the ropes. Now dressed in his form-fitting egg white cashmere sweater, he strikes a martial arts stance, locking eyes with Cody.

Chet does a quick dash forward, before he blurs about with a roundhouse aimed at Cody's temple.

His body takes on a fluid, viscous image as he does so, the speed of the attack producing cheers and photograph flashes from the audience.

COMBATSYS: Chet successfully hits Cody with Grand Dragon Kick ES.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-

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

[CODY]
Cody eyes Chet's discarding of the coat, signifying shit is about to get real. "Nice sweater, grandma," he comments in a deadpan manner.

Cody readies himself, but Chet is too fast. One moment he's in front of Cody, the next he's to his right throwing out a kick. Cody instinctively braces himself, before the kick hits...and what a kick it is. There's a loud WHAM as Chet's shoe smacks into Cody's skull. Cody instantly blacks out, if briefly, as the pain explodes like a pack of TNT in his head. He staggers, swaying, as he struggles to remain conscious. His vision blurs, blood runs down the side of his face, and the flashing lights and roar of the crowd assaults his senses.

He eventually makes his way to the ropes and hangs off them, the entire right side of his face red. Sweat stains his prisoner's jumpsuit and he's breathing heavily. He looks over to Chet. "...not bad. Feels good. Not quite as boring as I thought."

Those familiar chemicals in his brain flush through him, pleasure mixed with the pain. He stands, spitting out a wad of blood, before he flicks his nose and gets ready again. He suddenly shoots forward, closing the distance with frightening speed as he aims a kick into Chet's chest. He follows with a snap kick to the shins, following with a flurry of kicks to the groin, chest, face, stomach...and finally finished off with a jumping spin kick to strike Chet twice before Cody lands on the ground again.

COMBATSYS: Cody successfully hits Chet with Dead End Irony.

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

[CHET]
Chet guffaws as he's kicked in the chest, before his shin is kicked out from beneath him and he lolls forward at Cody. The flurry of kicks buffet him about and send him reeling towards the closelines, before the final kick pair spins him around and away, into the ropes.

Chet hangs off the ropes, his body sore with pain, as he struggles to remain coherent. His fingers slowly ball around the ropes as he lifts himself up, seething as blood drips from his mouth, roars and echoes all around him.

Spinning around, Chet charges at Cody like a falling bear, his heavy steps matching the rhythm of his breath, attempting to shove his fingers into Cody's windpipe before he loses his wind.

COMBATSYS: Chet can no longer fight.

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Cody             0/-------/-----==|

COMBATSYS: Cody blocks Chet's Fanged Finger Thrust.

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Cody             0/-------/----===|

[CODY]
As Chet charges, Cody whips a hand to protect his neck, Chet's fingers shoving in like daggers. They go between Cody's own fingers and push against his throat, but fortunately he stops them from penetrating any deeper. As Chet falls, Cody sighs and puts his hands over the back of his head, despite his bloody injury, and starts to walk out of the ring. "Well...a hit's a hit. Wonder what they got for dinner tonight." Beyond the ring, several MCPD officers are waiting to take him back to the slammer.

Log created on 18:03:19 11/14/2018 by Cody, and last modified on 15:01:51 11/19/2018.