Match of the Millennium

Description: A ghostly gala wouldn't be complete without the gang, and they've come to investigate rumours of something spooky going on in the haunted house! It seems that it's Old Man Jenkins trying to trick the carnival-goers as Scooby Doo (played by Fei Long) manages to corner him... until he pulls off his mask to reveal that he was MURDERHOUSE all along, pretending to be a criminal huckster so he could pick a fight with Scoobs! Zoinks!

[MURDERHOUSE]
There is a huge black door, and Mick wanted it kicked in off its hinges. And so, it was.

The seven foot Irish monster was currently sat waiting in the corner of the room, his back to the wall, his hair mostly in his face and obscuring his mask. It had been a long time since he'd been seen on the offical fight circuit, he'd mostly been showing up in the underground wrestling scene, delivering MURDER at bingo halls, for 200$ an appearance.

Hopefully, this would be a return to his previous form.

[FEI LONG]
"A great dane. Those are large, fierce, hmm?" Fei Long inquires of the coordinator in his corner before the fight. Who tries very hard to diplomatically explain just how cowardly and voracious the dog called Scooby Doo actually -is-.

This news brings a furrow of consternation to the Hong Kong action star's features. "That doesn't make any sense." Fei Long observes matter-of-factly and with a degree of certitude. "Those are even -imaginary- monsters. Old men and janitors." The lore does not impress the star. The role does not spark joy.

"/That/..." A gesture broadly indicates the hulking titan bashing his way into the haunted house. "Is a -real- monster." Fei foregoes the restrictive costume in favor of striding forth bare-chested in simple, loose cloth pants-- Hiten-ryu branded, of course.

"MURDERHOUSE!" Fei Long directs a fingertip to his opponent, "Your size may give you false confidence, but you will need all your skill to triumph here!"

While not a notable name on the professional circuit, Fei Long is -very- well known in the Hong Kong street fighting circuits; and globally, for his lauded action films out of the same city-state's cinema. It is likely not just bluster, despite his status as a -phenomenal- actor! In this episode, the cowardly dog has bite.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Fei Long has joined the fight here.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Fei Long

[MURDERHOUSE]
This being a carnival, Mick's 'attire' didn't look too out of place. A pair of red and white striped tights invoking the idea of a circus tent, over those tights were a pair of ugly black kneepads, and below them a pair of thick black leather wrestling boots. Up top was a sleeveless 'Motorhead' shirt, matching black elbow pads and padded black MMA gloves.

Sat in the corner hid in the darkness, it was tough to see what he was wearing on his face, but those eyes glared out all the same. And as the big man slowly worked himself to a vertical base, he flicked his hair out of his face and one could see the gleaming white and red of his mask. A traditional 'hockey' mask, but painted with a red line across his mouth invocative of a clown. And through it all, those eyes without any irises, just pupils, glared out unblinkingly, practically trying to burn a hole through the Hong Kong legend.

"And who is this little twig trying to step up to me, huh? Shut your fucking mouth and fight."

COMBATSYS: Fei Long dodges MURDERHOUSE's If Looks Could Kill.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Fei Long

[FEI LONG]
Energy crackles invisibly forth from the MURDERHOUSE, unseen... but tangible indeed. The hairs on the back of Fei Long's neck stand up stiff, and the fighter-slash-film star snaps into motion. A lithe twist brings him sidelong around the intense surge accompanying that gaze, weaving around the look that probably -could- kill to suddenly rush his massive opponent fearlessly, without hesitation.

The space is crossed in a flash, an uncanny surge of skilled offensive momentum. Fei Long's fists come in low, snapping one then the other for the Monster Mick's ribcage, seeking succinct staccato on both flanks before dropping in the same smooth motion to sweep the behemoth's legs out from beneath him.

Any insult taken from the rude response is covered by a wry, knowing smirk. Perhaps Fei is actually glad to be underestimated? Perhaps he simply admires another showman. Either way, his own vocalization comes only in fiercely projected, intent kiai.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE endures Fei Long's Combo Grapple.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0         Fei Long

[MURDERHOUSE]
Fei Long dashes forward, and Mick is stepping toward the movie star with careful strides. Fei Long lands both punches but if he's expecting the big man to double over or wheeze, he might be disappointed. The bones of the "MURDERHOUSE" are made of tougher stuff, but the dragon tail sweep finds success in dropping the sultan of slaughter to the ground.

Or, was that just where Mick wanted to be? As soon as he hits the ground he rolls and dashes on his knees for Fei Long's legs, aiming to take the smaller man down in a classic wrestling maneuver. If that happened he'd waste no time in rising up so that he can rain down hellfire in the form of MMA ground and pound, showing that those gloves weren't just for show!

COMBATSYS: Fei Long counters Combo Grapple from MURDERHOUSE with Shoenryu EX.
- Power hit! -

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0         Fei Long

[FEI LONG]
It's possible this 'twig of a man' feels there is something to prove, here. Much smaller than Mick, Fei Long's bodyweight is nonetheless near perfectly conditioned, a well tempered collection of lithe sinew and hardened, honed muscle. Every ounce of him is actively sculpted towards perfection; towards the Fight.

So it is that as MURDERHOUSE is swept but not felled, Fei Long does not relent-- rather, he follows up the flurrious onslaught with another fluid chain, shifting from one technique to the next as if steps in a choreographed dance; as if going exactly to plan. This is a difficult assertion to make when a meat mountain lunges for one's legs, but Fei snaps sidewards and slides into a lunging crouch himself, a left elbow aligned with the ferocious forward momentum of the monstrous MURDERHOUSE.

It's a veritable vehicular collision of forceful impact as that bony surface impacts Mick's solar plexus, abruptly cancelling even the massive man's velocity and then reversing it as Fei Long rises from that crouch to triphammer a rising right fist into a fierce, fiery uppercut, MURDERHOUSE's masked features momentarily subsumed in a brilliant plume of crimson fire that illuminates their spoopy surrounds in wildly flaring light.

"Haaaaa--- YAAAAAAAH!!!"

[MURDERHOUSE]
The masked man is launched, stunned and winded at the same time, and caught in a flaming uppercut as he smashes through the roof of that old rickety house. Wooden floorboards and dust rain down from the ceiling as "MURDERHOUSE" lands up in the attic briefly, before smashing back down somewhere in the kitchen. Landing square on his back, he lays splayed out, fingers twitching for a brief moment.

Then dust is coughed up from the big man's lungs, and he sits back up as if nothing happened.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE Mick catches a breather.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0         Fei Long

[FEI LONG]
They say the bigger they are, the harder they fall-- but in this case the MURDERHOUSE-sized artillery proves rather capable at flight, as well. As drywall and debris rain from above, Fei Long takes a moment to shield his eyes, then to study the new portal above him-- at least until Mick descends for round two. This prompts another blocking of dust and detritus, before the formidable, alleged Scooby pursues MURDERHOUSE into the kitchen.

"Size is not the defining core of Kung-Fu!" Fei Long declares, mugging for the cameras more than MURDERHOUSE as he strikes a stance somewhere between fighting readiness and photoshoot pose. "Surely you have more fight in you, my Masked Adversary!"

Mick is given just long enough to breathe, just long enough to right himself, and then in a perhaps now-familiar blur of abrupt, offensive motion, his own inner aura flaring with focused intensity, Fei launches forward. Once, twice, thrice his weight heaves forward, accompanied by a formidable low uppercut for Mick's midsection from the right, then the left fist.

The flurry of motion finalizes in three-hundred sixty degrees of nigh-instantaneous rotation, aligning a reaving right backhand with MURDERHOUSE's skull, a plume of ragged-edged flame trailing the tightly flexed fist like a brilliant torch, the star's fierce cries coming rhythmically with each practiced step.

"HYAAAH, KYAAAH, HAAAAAAAH!"

COMBATSYS: Fei Long issues a challenge!!

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0         Fei Long

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE fails to counter Rekkaken from Fei Long with Cemetary Gates.

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MURDERHOUSE      1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1         Fei Long

[MURDERHOUSE]
Fei Long was saying words, presumably, but that didn't matter to Mick because he was being utterly destroyed. Lefts, rights, then with a flaming flourish the big man was sent crashing into an old refrigerator no longer working. The appliance toppled over as Mick lay there, covered in blood, his shirt singed and burning. Not one of his finest hours.

[FEI LONG]
The Rekkaken once more earns its name, tearing through the massive monstrous man's guard and laying him out once more. There's a subtle wince of sympathy, and a moment's pause.

What was the trope, again? Ah, yes. "Perhaps you're ready to end this charade!!" Fei Long observes, stalking towards the appliance-bound 'monster'. "And show us all who you -really are-!"

It's somewhat more violent than the norm, with Fei Long's attempt to jerk MURDERHOUSE's head up by his hair, into the side of the stove, as he seeks to rip off that hockey mask.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks Fei Long's Fast Throw.

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MURDERHOUSE      1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1         Fei Long

[MURDERHOUSE]
That was a mistake. The mask wasn't budging, locked and strapped the way it was meant that going for it instead of just finishing the fight gave Mick all the opportunity he needed to get his wits about him.

An oversized hand on Fei Long's chest to push him away, but that was more just to put some distance between the two fighters. The real attack came from the masked psycho kicking that fridge into the air the way one might 'kick up' a skateboard, and grabbing it with both hands while lunging forward and thrusting the end of that appliance into what was hopefully a squishy movie star target. Whether it missed or hit, the sheer impact would practically send shockwaves throughout the house, knocking pictures off of walls and rattling the windows.

COMBATSYS: Fei Long blocks MURDERHOUSE's Large Random Weapon.

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MURDERHOUSE      1/-----==/=======|=======\=====--\1         Fei Long

[FEI LONG]
Who knew giant horror monsters were so sensitive about their hockey masks? Fei Long gets a refrigerator for his efforts, and for a moment, it looks like he might indeed be fridged. The appliance slams down with a resounding crash, floorboards reverberating, windows rattling, out of tune, derelict windchimes clattering their objections.

The girthy fridge slams down on a braced arm, though, flexed over a half-crouched Fei Long's head. The fridge deforms around that point of contact, steel construction warping as the doors flap free, and the freezer rips itself from its hinges, spilling a disgusting lot of what looks to be long-spoilt, bloody frozen meats everywhere.

The Hong Kong star then comes -through- the appliance in a meteoric flash, flame reaving upwards as it subsumes Fei Long's right leg, a whirling corkscrew of kick and fire roaring through the weapon at the wrestler. Should that fiery foot collide with Mick's chest and jaw, it will be a far more violent trek into the unfriendly skies than Fei Long's, once more. Clearly... their battle is not over yet!

"HAAA-TAAAAA!!!!"

COMBATSYS: Fei Long successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Shienkyaku.
- Power hit! -

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MURDERHOUSE      1/-======/=======|=======\=======\1         Fei Long

[MURDERHOUSE]
The foot connects, "MURDERHOUSE" is set aflame, and Mick is sent...somewhere. The cameras pan to try and find where he could be, but where there should be a body, instead there is just...nothing. Where could he be? We hear his breathing on camera as our only clue, which means the only place he could be...is behind whoever is watching this fight now on camera.

Spooky stuff.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE Mick thinks this is beneath him. Prove him wrong.

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COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE can no longer fight.

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Log created on 12:59:43 11/08/2021 by Fei Long, and last modified on 13:52:33 11/09/2021.