Match of the Millennium

Description: Velvet Blue travels to the Gold Nugget Buffet in Las Vegas to face down Seven in a battle of the bulk for Ristar Round 2!

[VELVET BLUE]
Tonight on RISTAR--there was a very special bit of entertainment, that being the imposing and rough bad boy Seven vs the flamboyant Velvet Blue! ...and it's in The Buffet!

No seriously, that's what it's called, The Buffet, in the Golden Nugget on Fremont Street--or at least the casino has cordoned off the area in front of it for use for the match. They /looove/ spectacles and live entertainments at casinos, right? And who could refuse the proceeds that could come from betting on stuff like this?!

Velvet is here, clad in one of his usual black bodysuits, jean shorts, jacket and a pair of leather boots--the Darkstalker performer has even brought the antlered bartender from his establishment all the way here, acting as a vallet in evening wear. Poor Louis wasn't happy at first about it, but the wonder of the place is getting to them, too.

"It'll be fiiiine--see, the ladies love you," Vel grinned and pinched one of the reindeer man's cheeks, carefully with his dark tapering claws. Louis, of course, looked nonplussed by this. "If I wind up on the menu here tonight, I'm blaming you."

"Nowww... where is my dance partner," Velvet asked aloud, stretching a little bit as he brushed his long black hair aside, nosily poking around the buffet area.

[SEVEN]
The organizers of the Rising Stars tournament makes it easy for the participants to focus on the fights themselves; all expenses are paid, from the plane ticket that's brought Sam Rodgers from Southtown to Vegas to a dinner before the show at the All-You-Can-Eat buffet. It would have been a great idea, feeding a fighter while advertising the Buffet - but what wasn't accounted for by either party is that Samson 'Seven' Rodgers was raised in The South. He spent his teenage years eating Sunday lunches at some of the cheapest All-You-Can-Eats in the nation's breadbasket. And as far as he's concerned, he's still a growing boy.

Thus, as seven feet, seven inches and six hundred pounds of Southern appetite - advertised openly by the giant gothic tattoo of the word 'Gluttony' across an exposed and titanic belly - feeds itself freely on the finest dining that the Buffet has on offer, the question of whether the losses can be recouped weighs almost heavily on the Buffet's owners as Seven does on the scales. Plates piled high with lobster tail shells, steak bones, empty wine bottles and all manner of delicious debris rattle on trolleys as busboys clear away the giant's aftermath with wonder in their eyes.

*BRRRAAAAPPP*

"'Bout damn time I had a decent meal. I got a lotta missed birthday dinners to make up for," Samson tells a waitress in a rumbling bass as he rises from his creaking chair and pats his bare stomach. "Sorry, ma'am. Ain't got any money to tip, but if I win this here tournament I'll buy you dinner and a show. Then again, I guess you'll be getting a show for free, here in a minute."

With that, he lumbers off to the men's room.

==*== A FEW MINUTES LATER ==*==

Seven emerges and makes his way toward the designated fighting area at his own steady pace, ignoring the beckoning gesture of a production manager to come faster. He comes up opposite Velvet Blue and Louis, one eyebrow raising behind his aviator sunglasses as he looks between the pair.

"Which one of you ladies am I meant to be breakin' tonight?" he rumbles as he rolls his shoulders and neck before clapping his hands together and wiggling his fingers in warm-up.

[VELVET BLUE]
While the food was tempting--and Seven looked like a person Velvet probably wouldn't want to fight on an empty stomach, to be sure--the temptations of the Buffet would have to wait. For now.

"You can break me first," Velvet grinned a bit, looking /up/ at Seven, as the latter towered over him, walking closer. "Look at you--you're like a mountain," Velvet held up a hand as if he was shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked up at Seven.

"Well then--don't go easy on me, I think the audience wants a good show," Velvet bent his knees and then did a backflip backwards--narrowly missing Louis who had been distracted by something and didn't get out of the way in time.

"Oh shit, sorry, sorry!" Velvet had to whip around to make sure the floor was cleared, before getting into a stance to take Seven on, motioning towards him.

"Okay--here I come--" Velvet brought up an arm in a haymaker as he stalked towards Seven. Bit of an amusing sight due to the size difference, to be sure.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue has started a fight here on the right meter side.

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COMBATSYS: Seven has joined the fight here.

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Seven            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0      Velvet Blue

COMBATSYS: Seven blocks Velvet Blue's Dragula.

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Seven            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[SEVEN]
As Velvet approaches, Seven's hands come up to adjust his black leather biker vest, his jaw rolling as he snuffles. Glacier-like, he doesn't move to avoid the haymaker as it comes, nor does he make a visible attempt to defend himself. He lets the fist come - and as it smacks into the middle of the giant's belly, it sinks in, layers of protective fat giving ground as ripples are sent across the mountainous man's stomach. There's a gurgling somewhere in the depths of the glutton's gut.

"Alright, sweetheart. Here I come."

With that, Seven rears his right hand back, his girth swiveling jelly-like as he twists, before aiming a smack with the back of his massive hand at Velvet, the letters 'W R A T H' along his knuckles coming at the darkstalker with speed that might surprise!

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue blocks Seven's Swift Backhand.

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Seven            0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
"Ow--" even Velvet has to wince and hold his arm a bit after that--his forearm bone feels like he just hit a cement block with it--though he's quick to recover, managing to mask the look of pain.

"Oh no--bwuh!" Velvet brings his arms up but still gets thwacked with those big roast beef sandwich hands--winding up with a mark on the side of his face.

"Ahh not the face--" Velvet jumped back, turned on the heel of his boot and swung his booted foot up and backwards towards Seven's midsection--trying to get the lead out here and put some extra oomph into the attack, gritting his teeth!

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue successfully hits Seven with Mule Kick.

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Seven            0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[SEVEN]
"Ya want me to aim lower?" Seven asks with an arched eyebrow as he shakes his hand out after the smack aimed at the shorter fighter makes its mark. "I can only condescend so far," he remarks, hunching ever so slightly forward to lower his center of gravity - just as the kick strikes home slightly below his sternum. This time the blow seems to have greater effect, actually staggering the giant slightly as a mighty wind is forced up from his stomach to his esophagus.

*BUUUURRRPPP*

"Sweetheart, I think you may have just gave me heartburn," the massive man remarks as he thumps his chest with a fist, before lurching back forward - using both hands to try and push Velvet off of their feet and onto their back on the ground, before hurling himself forward like a tossed boulder - legs swinging as he'd attempt to drop his entire weight onto the darkstalker, titanic backside first!

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue dodges Seven's Sloth.

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Seven            0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
"Are you okay--I don't know if I got any maalox--but I hate heartburn--" Velvet spun around after delivering the kick, his spaded tail whipping off to one side, listening to the distressing sound of stomach acid and air being passed through the gullet of Seven--when finally the burp was issued.

Vel winds up being blown back from the wind--knocking over a bit of signage for the casino Buffet in the process, food samples and plastic sporks going everywhere!

"Ow..." Velvet pulled himself up, plucking an aformentioned plastic spork out of his butt before rolling out of the way to avoid Seven barreling down on him--rolling and fluidly getting back up on his feet. Swinging himself around he tries to couple his fists together and give Seven a thwack himself on the shoulder as he rises!

COMBATSYS: Seven blocks Velvet Blue's Quick Strike.

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Seven            0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[SEVEN]
When Velvet evades his attempt to crush the darkstalker, Seven ends up crashing down on the floor instead - causing the floor to protest loudly. The giant lets out a grunt of displeasure as he pushes himself slowly back up to his feet. Before he can resume his full height, Velvet presses the advantage, aiming a double-fisted blow at Seven's shoulder; the titan manages to swing an arm into the course of the attack, deflecting it to crash into the layer of blubber protecting one of his pectorals instead and bounce off. Still, he does have a couple of bruises forming where he's been struck thus far.

"Your charity is unrequired, kind madam," Seven declares gruffly, before attempting to drive an underhanded punch into Velvet Blue's gut with the intent of doubling the darkstalker over. Should he succeed, he'll then aim to wrap both meaty arms around Velvet's waist and hoist Velvet up off of their feet before slamming them down into the floor in a gutwrench suplex.

Should all go according to plan, he's then step over Velvet, placing his feet on either side of the darkstalker before sitting down on their back, trapping each arm over his legs, then clutching at the darkstalker's chin and pulling on their jaw in a brutal submission hold.

COMBATSYS: Seven successfully hits Velvet Blue with Envy EX.

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Seven            0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
Again, hitting Seven like that feels like punching a tree. Unless you've got frost giant strength, it likely isn't a good idea to do expecting it to move.

"Aiee--" he grabs his hands together afterward, it feels like he's slapped his hands against something resistant but malleable, on the contrary, this time, more like when you flop into water too quickly.

"Oh no--" Velvet has only time to say that before getting cut off, and suplexed into the floor, his booted feet going up every which way into the air, as well as his tail. While this is happening Louis is calmly chatting with a few of the casino waitresses and chewing on a stalk of celery used for the bloody marys.

"Not where I meant to spend my weekend..." Velvet says with a low groan, looking up at Seven as he towers over, proceeding to sit on him.

"HRNNGHH--" Velvet bears their teeth as the hold begins, getting their chin pulled back like that as their body is held down. It is at this point, that like Goku, Velvet falls to a base technique.

"OMPHH--" he attempts to thrash his head and bite at Seven's hand to release him.

COMBATSYS: Seven endures Velvet Blue's Power Strike.

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Seven            0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1      Velvet Blue

[SEVEN]
As Velvet manages to sink his teeth into the fleshy part (well, fleshiest part) of Seven's hand, he lets out a bellow of "Shit!" and recoils - though his other hand reaches for Velvet's nape as he pushes up to his feet with a growl as his face starts to redden.

"Bad puppy!"

Heaving, he aims to pull Velvet with him as he staggers toward the next buffet table, attempting to shove the darkstalker face-first into a tray of butter chicken curry. Should he succeed, he'd then intend to hoist Velvet up once more, this time by the shoulders, and power-bomb him into the basmati tray next to it - once to weaken the table, then again, aiming to put the other fighter right through it!

COMBATSYS: Seven successfully hits Velvet Blue with Repeated Slams.

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Seven            1/-------/=======|=======\======-\1      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
"Ahh--" Velvet finally comes up from air after the bite, gasping both due to the pain and the lack of air since he was just trying to make Seven let go. He feels bad, on multiple levels. He's hoisted up, and suddenly crashes down into a giant plate of what smells like spicy chicken--not realizing what it is at first. The spiciness of the curry itself gets in his mouth and has him sputtering, gasping for air.

"Augh--I can't eat spicy food--HMBBLL--" he's cut off by being thrust down into it again, and then lifted up and then thrown down into a nearby table. Once, twice--a sharp portentious cracking noise as the table legs give way at where they meet the table itself and it goes over--Velvet included.

"Uhhhn..." Velvet clears the food particles off his face and wearily tries to pull himself up--realizing Seven is still right there, trying to grapple him still, and kicks out with one of his boots in retaliation!

COMBATSYS: Seven endures Velvet Blue's Heel Kick!

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Seven            1/----<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2      Velvet Blue

[SEVEN]
As he looms over Velvet, Seven lets out a snort.

"I love spicy food."

The foot kicks out, smacking solidly into Seven's prodigious gut, but he plows onward with a grunt through whatever pain he might have been caused - arms reaching out to try and grab hold of both of Velvet's. If he manages to do so, he'll lift Velvet up and pull the darkstalker against his chest, wrapping his arms around Velvet's waist.

"In fact, you smell delicious."

His biceps would flex as his arms would tighten around the darkstalker's middle with crushing might - attempting to induce wicked strain on the androgynous fighter's spine - before he would turn and hurl himself forward, attempting to crash down atop Velvet through a selection of Carribean-spiced fish!

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue counters Lechery EX from Seven with Spellbound Masquerade.

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Seven            1/-======/=======|>>>>---\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
This is not going too well for one Velvet Blue. However, he is not about to go down without a bit more of a struggle--and especially without a decent performance!

"Delicious--babe I am /scrumptious/--" Velvet cries, just as Seven is about to close his huge arms around him, magic surging through his arms as Velvet is drawing off that huge energy reserve that Seven is packing. Velvet grabs Seven's shoulders and backflips free--landing on his feet and looking to be less hurt, as if the sheer force of the performance is empowering him.

"Okay... your move big guy..."

[SEVEN]
As the magical energy surges through his arms, Seven reels backward, gritting his teeth. There's a rumbling inside the titan as he stumbles back, looking somewhat more groggy and in discomfort from the state of his stomach.

"Well, hell... at your insistence," he booms in a gravelly voice as he lurches forward, bull-charging with his right shoulder low. If he manages to connect his shoulder with Velvet's middle as intended, he'll reach out for the darkstalker's shoulder and thigh, lifting Velvet up on his shoulders as he rises to his full height before pressing him up into the air over Seven's head. From that towering height he would then drop Velvet down to smack into the floor at his feet, before trampling across the would-be fallen fighter, stepping on and over him like an angry hippopotamus.

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue dodges Seven's Pride.

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Seven            1/=======/=======|>>>>>--\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
"You don't wanna eat me--I'm too hard to--nghh--digest!" Velvet has to push himself to move fast enough to avoid the charging, towering man--using all his speed to slip to the side, and grabbing one of the table legs--proceeds to try and lift it and thwack Seven in the back with it. He has his short sword, of course--but he's not gonna use it on what is ostensibly a human. At least this is what it seems like. Seven IS pretty fearsome--and he has the marks already to prove it.

COMBATSYS: Seven blocks Velvet Blue's Armed Combo.

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Seven            2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=====--\-------\0      Velvet Blue

[SEVEN]
For what it's worth, Seven is human. Much more human than most, in fact. Recovering from his charge, he turns around before the table leg can strike him in the back - causing it to smack into the side of his belly. The enormity of his girth wobbles to and fro from the impact.

"I ain't gonna eat'cha, cream puff. I just had all I could eat at the buffet."

Seven pats his stomach indicatively - before lowering his frame forward and scuffing his foot against the floor like a bull about to charge again. He plows straight toward Velvet, aiming to slam his belly into the darkstalker and carry him with his momentum - straight through table after table, before finally crashing through the plaster wall of the casino, teetering forward to collapse heavily atop the darkstalker with his smothering presence!

COMBATSYS: Seven successfully hits Velvet Blue with The Broad Path.
-+- CALCULATED HIT -+-

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Seven            0/-------/---<<<<|=======\===----\1      Velvet Blue

[VELVET BLUE]
"Oh good--that means--ACK!" Velvet is bodied by the belly of Seven and pushed along for the ride with him--before finally being smooshed against the wall, only really his boots and arms visible around him. Velvet attempts some feeble attempt to push Seven off himself, though it doesn't look like it's gonna help.

Meanwhile, the reindeer man has gone off to the champagne room with a few of the establishment's lovely ladies, apparently having a great time!

COMBATSYS: Velvet Blue can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Seven interrupts Quick Throw from Velvet Blue with Gluttony.

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[SEVEN]
As Velvet tries to to lift Seven's weight off of him, the titan plants his hands on either side of the darkstalker and asserts his weight right back - gluttonous belly smacking down to flatten the already-fading fighter with decisive force against the floor.

"Whoof..."

Samson groans as he pushes himself unsteadily up to his feet, belly sloshing.

"Put up a good fight," he breathes, apparently in a reasonably decent mood - probably thanks to the opportunity to gorge himself before the fight.

*BRAAAAPPPP*

"Hell, I ain't left yet... think I'll go take a look adda sundae bar."

COMBATSYS: Seven has ended the fight here.

Log created on 15:22:12 05/16/2022 by Velvet Blue, and last modified on 19:55:45 05/16/2022.