Description: Yes, Xiangfei does count as a woman in this one. The battle is a fierce one and it ends with IKARI RIDER coming out on top as Duck flies around in a harness and bungee cord. WEE! (Winners: Ralf and Clark)
After being in slumber for a few months, Wednesday Night Breakdown is about ready to get things jumping once again with a great new match to please all the bloodthirsty and drunk fans alike. The dance floor has been cleared and the lights dimmed as strobes flicker about fast enough to give people seizures. DJ Buddy Lee turns the music down for the time being to pull the microphone over to start speaking. "Ladies and gentleman! Welcome to Wednesday Night Breakdown! As per usual here comes everyone's favorite fighter here at The Duck Pond, DUCK 'MOTHAFUCKIN' KING!"
No smoke machines going off this evening though. Instead you hear a loud "BOOYA!" up from the rafters as Duck stands up there with arms raised and a harness worn over him with a cord attached to it. "Oh yeah my little ducklings. It is time to get it on! Tonight we got the Duck Pendulum of Death match ready to go." And with that being said he leaps off the rafter and goes falling to stop about five feet over the dance floor and swing about for a few moments as the crowd goes wild as he twirls about and swings his legs as he breakdances up in midair. He finally stops showing off and he then lifts the microphone back up as he glances about. "All right. First up on the left side we have a pair of rather famous homefries here to fight and put on a good show. Folks, give it up to two bad motherfuckas, Ralf and Clark!"
The crowd grows loud again for the two veteran fighters and the applause takes awhile to die down so Duck can speak again. "And on the other team. We have one of our regulars here tonight and a good friend of mine, Vanessa! Show em some love, Red." he says and waggles his brows towards the boxer before speaking again. "And finally representing the Duck Pond as always, Radical Warrior Li!" More cheering and shiz, fighters give the crowd some love.
Approaching the dancefloor, Vanessa blows a kiss towards Duck at the mention of this so-called 'love,' calling out a quick "Can only show so much in front of the cameras, sugartits," the, er... 'nickname' punctuated with a mock-telling wink as she stretches out her shoulders, a quick nod granted to Xiangfei. "Good to be on the same side this time, eh?" she says, thatgrin never seeming to fade for so much as a second. "Now... I don't know jack about Ralf's buddy, there, but I've fought Ralf before. I'm pretty sure I can do as well as I did last time, but tag me any time you get an idea, right?"
Turning to Ralf and Clark, she whistles at her usual drinking buddy, sending a faux-cutesy wave in his direction with a gloved hand. "Heya soldier," she catcalls at him, her other hand placed on her hip. "Who's your boyfriend?"
The 'Radical Warrior' Li Xiangfei is in the house! It's obvious she's an employee here not only by the outburst from the crowd, but she's probably the only one in the groud dressed like an 80's nightmare, hair sprayed neon pink, wearing large hoop earrings, oversize wool sweater, leg warmers, the works! "KyaaaaAA!" she cries pumping herself up by throwing her hands in the air, and gives a thumbs up to Vanessa, seeming to be just as good a cheer as she always, even if the redhead had embarassed her twice in combat.
So yes, it's definatly good to have her as an ally for once! "Yes'm! I'll leave Doctor Jones to yo- W.. WHAT??" her hair almost stands on end, and then she completely flips out, shrieking as she flails her arms like a pigeon, "The IKARI WARRIORS! That is SO SO COOL! AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
It's a damn miracle that, after that pudding match, Ralf was let back into the establishment. But really, who could say no to Bill Cosby? He helped so many children! Tonight, Jones comes in as himself, sitting in a crouch on his end of the dance floor. Quite unlike the mercenary look he's usually got, his flak jacket is gone (he didn't have time to get a new one) and he's sporting a large, button-up white shirt that stays completely untucked, and with the top couple of buttons open. Slob. Also, his last bandana was wrecked by some asshole ninja, so his bangs hang down freely in front of his face, partially obscuring his vision.
"Boyfriend?" he snorts, lifting his right hand to flip Vanessa the bird. Or, at least, as best as he can with a lit cigarette held between his index and middle fingers. "I'll have you KNOW.." he starts, tucking his fag between his lips, speaking in a somewhat muffled fashion as he rises. "We are the bedbugs that bite the ass of evil!" As he says this, his arms move in some absolutely RIDICULOUS fashion, his stance shifting to half-face the breast-wielding pair (such as that may be, in Xiangfei's case), until he finally clasps his right wrist in his left hand. One can SWEAR that there's a fleck of light eminating from his hand, but it's probably just the strobes bouncing off of Shortround's head.
Nightclubs like this usually tend to be dark, so that the strobes and the rotating and dancing lights can be seen all the better and such. Even so, the one next to Ralf, doing a rather good impersonation of a stone statue, still wears his shades, apparently not at all bothered by the darkness. As the Duck introduces himself, Clark cranes his head slowly to look up at the man... wildly break dancing in mid-air - an impressive feat, to be sure - and then looks around easily as the crowd cheers for him, not making any outward appearances as to whether he's pleased or not. When the other two are introduced, he looks them over, and gives a slight, imperceptable nod. Good - they didn't look weak. While 'free beer' and a small amount of cash (small for their line of work, anyway) is no laughing matter, he just wouldn't feel right 'taking' the money like that. Besides, beer was always better after a good fight.
Now, given his perfectly impassable features and motions so far - even seeming to ignore the comment about being Ralf's 'boyfriend' - it might seem odd that as soon as Ralf starts moving, so too does Clark, seemingly in unison... as if they'd practiced this time and time again, when really they were just going off the cuff right now. He steps forward, then turns so his back is to the two ladies, and then he flexes his arms, positioning them so they form a 'C' on the right side of his body, looking over his shoulder to the two women. "We are the uncomfortable spring mattresses that give evil bad backs!" What? Well, whatever the hell the stoic mercenary is saying, he's still not done. Shifting his position, he goes into a crouch, facing away from Ralf, one hand extending back towards his partner, and the other being held up in front of his face. "We are...!"
"Ikari Rider!"
"....." After Ralf and Clark's little posing Duck swings there in the middle of the dancefloor with brows raised and head tilted to the side. "Crackahs must already be drunk..." he says to himself then manages to regain his composure when he remembers there is a fight to be had. He clears his throat and then raises the microphone back up. "Well okay then. Now that we have all these crazies ready to get it on I suppose we best let them do what they are good at. Hit the music, Buddy!" He tosses the microphone to one of the bouncers and his hands grasp the cord he is hanging from and begins to swing about back and forth like a pendulum getting dangerously close to each side where the fighters stand. Close enough to swing by Xiangfei and pat her on the forehead. "Head's up before they cream you again." he tells her as he swings away and swings his arm about. "Lets GET IT ON!"
COMBATSYS: Vanessa has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Clark has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Ralf has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Duck has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Grinning wolfishly at the two men's response to her good-natured ribbing (really-- that's all it is), Vanessa once again rolls her shoulders in an attempt to loosen either of them up, the worst of the damage inflicted during her last fight finally having gone away. Most of it, anyway; there's still a couple aches left unaccounted for. Spreading out her hands and fanning her fingers, she cants her head at Ralf, either of her eyebrows raised curiously. "You know," she says, "I think the last time we did this, you had to buy me dinner." And get dressed up, no less!
"So how about this-- same deal, except -this- time, if you guys lose? -I- get to choose your buddy's date, and we're goin' back to the same place." No question about it, either. Of course... whatever wager HE makes is another story. For the time being? She's content to size up her immediate opponent, assuming her usual defensive stance to prepare herself for any incoming attacks.
Also, she seems to be forgetting that -last- time... he wasn't using 'superfreeky chi attacks.' "Anyway... you heard what the man said! Let's see if you've gone soft on me, Jones!"
COMBATSYS: Vanessa focuses on her next action.
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Xiangfei is just all squealy and fangirly, just completely eating up the Ikaris antics, the girl hops from foot to foot, clapping her hands, "Yattaaaa!!" she cries, until she's flapped by her boss, which is responded with a slightly annoyed look, "Hey!"
Well, it at least put the young woman in her game-face, reddening a bit in the cheeks as she punches her fist into her palm and gives a bow to both Clark and Ralf, "Lets all do our best!" she chuckles a bit nervously to Vanessas bet, her hands shifting so that she pointers her pointer and middle fingers in the air, "HA!" her golden chi flares, the energy taking a dragon-like shape as it swirls around her, her ponytail tossing upward in the upwind.
COMBATSYS: Xiangfei gathers her will.
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Beat. "Wait, what?" Ralf pulls his fist back from where it was sticking straight forward at the last AWESOME line he and Clark bellowed in unison. "That place with the stuffy-ass waiter and the wart on his eyebrow? Aw, d--c'mon!" He frowns deeply at that, thinking about having to get dressed up again. Sure, the actual night was fun, but shit! He doesn't wanna DRESS UP! A brief glance is given to Clark, then a slow, wide grin stretches across his stubbly face. "Yo--" His answer is interrupted by Duck bobbing all around, and when he comes close, Jones claps his hands on the harness, holding the breakdancer in place. "You know, what the hell. You heard that, right?" he asks of first the mohawked one, then Missa Steel. Stil. ..What the fuck ever he is. "And if WE win, you have to accept OUR terms!"
Of course, he doesn't SAY what those terms are. Mostly because, um..he hasn't thought of them. He can try to think mid-battle, right..? Xiangfei, shut up. Ralf takes a few steps back, still holding onto duck, getting the bungee cord good and taut. "Good luck, shortround!" he yells out between lips that still hold his cigarette still, and then..he lifts his feet. In a manner almost cartoonish, he and Duck are both propelled forward Vanessa, only the former lifts his legs up, jutting them forward in an awesome improvised drop kick!
Clark rises from his pose smoothly, and pushes his glasses up on his nose. Though no one can see, he's eyeing Ralf askance at this whole affair. Dates? Dressing up? Dinner? What? He hadn't been told /any/ of this, just that there'd be free booze if, in a match, he and Ralf were the last two standing. Well, whatever. He'd learn about all that soon enough. Without saying anything further, he begins to move just as Ralf does, crossing over behind his partner to move in line with Xiangfei. While Ralf moves to attack 'Red', he moves to attack the one with the obvious display of energy floating about her, rushing right up, and without a second's thought, attempting to reach in, grab the girl by her shirt, turn, and simply fling her, rather roughly into the ground, hard enough that she might even bounce. No playing around with this! ...He's quite serious about that free beer.
"What, whu?" Duck looks rather confused when Ralf stops him and then decides to add extra weight to the bungee cord which causes the breakdancer to protest. "Hey man no free rides!" he yells, though it doesn't really help that he protests given the situation cause he goes flying towards the boxer one way or the other at rather high speed. "Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" he yells as he sails across the dance floor and his hands grip the cord so he can turn and sling Ralf towards Vanessa while he remains out of reach of any sort of counter attack she might issue against the big oaf. It appears he should have thought this plan through before deciding to let Ralf be one of the fighters.
COMBATSYS: Duck takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks Ralf's Ralf Kick.
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What the f--
Blinking a couple times at Ralf's decidedly... creative way of attacking, Vanessa is no less quick to raise her arms against the intended kick, the most of her stance compensating for the damage taken, that wolfish grin rather quick to reassert itself over her features as she keeps her eyes on her immediate opponent. "And what -are- your terms, boyscout?" she asks, then, pulling away from her braced posture in order to think (briefly) on her retaliation. "Better think fast! Put too much brainpower into it and this fight'll be over by the time you manage to come up with something."
Who said men were the only ones who could engage in the healthy sport of prickwaving?
Anyway!
Waiting for Ralf to actually -land-, she practically bumrushes him-- but instead of going in for the usual uppercut, she brings her fist around to *slam* it against the side of his head, the momentum she puts into it meant to knock the poor lug onto his side. Or at least -stun- him. Of course, nevermind that shots to the head aren't going to slow an Ikari down. They'll just make 'em angry.
COMBATSYS: Xiangfei blocks Clark's Rebound Throw.
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Xiangfei... eyebrow twitches, a fake grin plastered on her face. As much as she liked Ralf, he... Ooh he really gets on her nerves, "Could you -NOT- call me that??" she shouts, looking suddenly to Clark as he rushes forward; she hadn't fought him one on one, but she was familiar enough with his style to know her own should compliment nicely, "Hnngh!" the chi burst cuts short when she's grabbed, and pushes herself free moments before hiitting the ground and rolling backward in a little ball- And she winces, holding her back as she frowns, "Ow."
Well thems the breaks. Xiangfei sprints forward, claps her hands and then throws her palms forward, a blue wave of chi bursting from her hands to hopefully knock Clark back and give her a moment to think of a better strategy, "KYAH!"
COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Ralf with Dash Puncher.
- Power hit! -
COMBATSYS: Clark negates Nanpa from Xiangfei with Large Thrown Object.
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It always sucks, having his wonderful, stupendous kick blocked! It doesn't FEEL right, he just..Ralf feels incomplete. A dull thud of his boots against Vanessa's arms/head/breasseses/whatever stopped his assault is felt, and he even has time to go "SHEEEEEEEeeeiiit.." as he drops down. Thankfully, he lands face-down, where his knees can drop across the /amazingly/ resilient lit floor, and his hands slap down, one on green, one on red. The flashing lights are almost hypnotic, aren't they? Pulling his left leg underneath him, he turns and starts to get up, his mouth already open with some smartass remark.
Then, the world flashes white, and Jones goes down, hard, his head bouncing against the floor a couple of times.
"..."
"SSSSSHIT! THAT HURT you bitch!" Jones gets up, his smoke dropping from his lips onto the floor. Thank god it's not wood. As he rises, his right arm shoots out for the front of Vanessa's shirt, not taking care to be gentle about it at all, even as he reaches his left arm to try and get a good grip on her head. If he can pull this off, it'll look like a weird-ass backwards noogie, or maybe some kind of fraternity Spanking Machine.
Turning smoothly after the throw is made, Clark adopts his fighting stance again, eyes behind the dark shades trailing after her to watch as she manages to reduce the damage. That was good. She recovers, and then sends the projectile flying at him. Clark had no projectile attacks of his own, and while he could try and dodge it, something else presents an opportunity. Duck has been let go, so he's floating free, swinging wildly in the air - and at this moment in time, in front of the stoic mercenary. A hand snaps out, and in a bare instant, Clark has caught Duck, and is now rearing back to... throw the man at the incoming projectile, which manages to succeed, fizzling the entire thing out. Maybe not so good for Duck, but good for /Clark/, at least, though maybe not so much in the future. Clark, for now, doesn't press the issue, instead waiting for the girl to attack again. He was good friends with Ralf, but the two were very different fighters, which was probably /why/ they were such good friends. Of course, as the other Ikari gets hit, does he even bother to look? Nope.
Ah hah, finally let loose. "Don't hang on me anymore you lush!" he calls out and shakes a fist at the other fighter and then he suddenly finds himself caught and being reared back to be thrown. "Uh, he....llloooooo!" he yells as he goes careening towards Xiangfei and slams right into that blast of energy. He starts to swing back away and he has to readjust the shades that he wears as smoke comes off of him and his brow twitches. "Oh bitches....." he mumbles and he grabs the rope to start spinning himself in a circle and he goes completely horizontal as he spins at a high speed and he then comes to a complete stop while swinging a leg out towards Xiangfei and the other at Clark with enough force to kick his sneakers off to hit them both in the face. "Don't mess with the King!"
COMBATSYS: Vanessa fails to counter Northern Lights Bomb from Ralf with Parrying Puncher.
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Oh, Vanessa's in for it now. Ralf's got her in that reverse headlock, and, for a moment, he pauses, letting go of her shirt. There's no groping allowed in public, yeah? The grip around her neck is nice and firm, and no matter how she may try to wriggle away, it's to no avail. His free hand lifts, then smacks hard against the redhead's ass, loud enough to ring out over the music for the first few 'rows' of spectators. "Relax! It'll go much easier!" As he moves his hand to her stomach, he lifts the woman up, holding her completely upside-down on his shoulder. His knees bend a couple of times; it's like when your dad used to dip you close to the water as a kid, then pulls back at the last second, just to scare you. Then, finally, he loops his other arm over her crotch and kicks his feet out from under him, dropping 'Nessa's head to the ground in a totally textbook rasslin' slam.
Oh, she tries, alright.
Lashing out in an attempt to once again slam her fist against Ralf's head, Vanessa finds herself not only caught by the shirt, but put into a headlock that makes it impossible for her to weasel away. Nevermind that she's making one hell of a valiant effort to break out of it-- ESPECIALLY once his hand comes down against her rear. Yelping audibly and jerking around to... yeah, you're seeing it right, dig her -teeth- into the man's arm in a last-ditch effort, she's distracted by it by getting hefted up off the ground. Of course, the chorus of "SHIT! FSK! ASS!" coming out of her is enough to indicate that Nothing's_Working.
And? *WHAM!!*
Dizzied, the redhead is stunned enough to be shocked out of any further retaliation, squinting up at the oh-so-pretty lights overhead. And Duck sailing past. Straight towards her partner.
Oi. Maybe this won't be so easy.
"God*DAMN*, man!" she snaps at Jones, shaking the haze out of her head. Ouch. *Ouch*. "Alright, alright. Fair enough. Just... christ. Punches I can take. The floor's not so friendly."
COMBATSYS: Duck successfully hits Xiangfei with Thrown Object.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Clark dodges Duck's Thrown Object.
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Xiangfei blinks not once... But twice! "YEEEEK!!" Xiangfei cries, clapping her hands on her cheeks and shakes her head quickly to the King of Ducks, "I... Oh my gosh I am SO SORRY, Bossu!!" but.. It'd seem what's done is done, and Duck just isn't playin' that, accident or not! The sneaker zipped her way, it smacks her dead in the forehead, the sneaker flying back up into the air upon contact, "GUAAH!" her arms fly up and her head snaps back, then rather comically falls flat on her back. Down for the count??
".. Ow.." she grumbles, sitting up and holding the red footprint that's formed on her dome. She lets out a bit of a soft huff of air, gets up to one knee and brings her thumb and pointer fingers togeather, murmuring a little chant.
COMBATSYS: Xiangfei focuses on her next action.
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And Ralf, man, he just belts out the most BOISTEROUS laugh, both hands on his hips at the fuss Vanessa's making. "This is supposed to be a fight, right? C'mon, it's been so long! Enjoy it!" The man squats down to pick up his cigarette again, flicks a bit at the filter, then puts it between his lips again for a long drag. That done, he drops it as he stands, squashing the butt under his heel. Only when he's up does he finally exhale, the smoke leaving in a long, large plume that dissipates quickly.
As he does so, he steps up to Vanessa, reaching down for her leg. If he can get a hold, it's little more than a grunt and a pulling from every muscle in his arm and back, trying to send the woman skyward. ..Or, as far up as the ceiling will allow, anyway. Careful not to hit those strobe lights!
He's... tossing his shoe. Who throws a shoe? No, really? Still, the attack... is an attack, and it might sting a little if he doesn't dodge. So... he does. By tilting his head to the left, the sneaker passing by like a bullet on his right. He keeps his head in that position for a moment, and he cranes it further, a loud popping noise eminating from him as he does so, and then follows it through by doing it to the other side, too. With that, he looks to his opponent for the night... and might even feel a bit of pity for her. That couldn't have looked good, and what's more it seems to have been so unexpected so as to be even more painful. Ouch. Still, as the girl focuses... he decides not to waste the opportunity. Moving forward, he twists as he moves forward, spinning in place. As he does, his foot is brought up in order to... attempt to crash down, hard, in a slanted ax kick.
COMBATSYS: Ralf successfully hits Vanessa with Super Argentine Backbreaker.
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Well, okay. It HAS been a long time. Still! Come on! Her ass is on the line!
...And she doesn't even know what the big oaf has in mind!
Struggling against yet -another- hold, Vanessa does her level best to try and steel herself against the worst of the impact, the sudden *launch* into the air heralding another long-winded chorus of obscenities that's sure to turn the air blue. Or is that a strobe? The world will never know.
And, how was that again?
Right. *WHAM*. Vanessa's back? Meet Ralf's impervious skull. Here's your one-way ticket to a chiropractor. FUCKING DAMN SHIT OW.
Coughing audibly as the impact hits, the redhead does something a bit different. Or overused, take your pick. Either way, before seh so much as hits the ground, she takes as firm a hold of Ralf's head as she can to bring him down with her-- and thus, hitting the ground isn't QUITE as bad a it could be. But in this case? Much as it's gonna strain her back even -more- to lift the man up, she does it. By his neck, of all things. Assuming she manages, poor Jones is swung around in a swift motion, the man *hurled* at his companion with as much strength as she can put into it, the releases heralded by a sharp *POP* sound. But it's not from either of the two army brats, mind.
"Ah, *CHRIST*!" is shouted, the boxer all but doubling over. "Fuck, -dammit-! Jones, if my back is screwed up, -you're- paying the hospital bill!"
COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits Xiangfei with Stomping Kick.
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Well, it's a tactic that seems to work, that Clarks, and as soon as the chinese girl opens her eyes, she realizes she made a really... Big mistake.
One that she should be able to recover from though so long as she performs some REALLY spectacular kung-fu! Xiangs foot snaps up to try and deflect the kick a bit, but those (size 16s??) come down a lot harder than she suspects and crashes to the floor flat on her back again, holding her neckline and rolls around a bit in pain, "... Augh.." Ok enough of this, it was time to fight back! Xiangfei forces herself to handspring to her feet once more, left hand raised up a bit and right snaps forward as she zips toward Clark the same time Ralf is flung, attempting to plant her palm on the big mans sternum as she crouches. Should that connect, "HAH!!" an unseen force slams into the gut, hopefully at the same time he gets nailed by his partner!
COMBATSYS: Ralf dodges Vanessa's Large Thrown Object.
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Ooh, poor Vanessa. Poor, poor Vanessa. There's a moment where Ralf thinks that, just maybe he's being too hard on her. After all, she just had her head slammed to the ground, then her spine ground against his head. But..really, she got HER good shot in, and like Clark knows, there's shit on the line! Xiangfei and Clark, true love forever?! Fuck that! Caught up in the pleasure of tossing Vanessa around, Jones has, admittedly, not even THOUGHT about what to demand if he and his lifelong bud win. They'll think of something.
But ho, the redhead is quick, and stronger than she looks! When she gets up, she manages to snag his shirt. Good for her back too, as instead of the louder of the Ikari weighing her down, all she gets for her trouble is two shreds of white cotton, freshly-torn from his own attire. The act pulls buttons free as well, so Jones just has to..stand there, in a tattered shirt like some hobo. Tch. "Not!" he starts, dropping down to one knee behind her as his left hand pulls back, and then "Quite!" is shouted, just before that fist snaps out in a sharp, quick blow toward the woman's lovely rear.
Hey. At least there's no fire to accompany this one.
COMBATSYS: Xiangfei successfully hits Clark with Kadoma.
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Well, that's the first time he's been hit all night. And oof. Not too bad, either, he thinks! Making deep grunting noise and almost sounds like he were saying 'Huh.' with some authority, Clark is forced back two steps by the blow, and he shakes his head a little. "Good," he says in a gruff, but not unfriendly voice. Since he /hadn't/ been hit that night so far, he... was feeling sort of bad, actually. But now it was getting more interesting. With that attack, he takes a step forward, and then crouches low, before rising in a swift uppercut. Should it hit, the force should be enough to knock Xiang partly into the air, which he'll then follow up with a swift, two-handed over hand strike on her back to send her crashing to the floor.
Oh yeah, not everyone has gotten paybacks from Duck. Sure Clark kinda got away scot free, but as Duck swings about he sees an opening while Ralf is distracted with Vanessa. The breakdancer swings about to get some momentum and he waves to some of the crowd to give him a big push to send him flying towards Ralf. He twirls about to go flying through the air with arms extended and body completely horizontal with head raised and eyes narrowed behind his shades. "Super Flying Duck King Special....." he begins and he extends fingers outwards and claps his hands together as they intent to slam into the Ikari's posterior. "...KONCHO!"
COMBATSYS: Vanessa endures Ralf's Quick Punch.
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Annnnd POW.
Turning her head to see the punch coming way, way too late to do much of anything about it, all that Vanessa can -do- is brace for impact. Gritting her teeth, the sudden slam of his fist against her buttcheek of all goddamn things is, like. Okay. That was just wrong.
"You -cock-!" she shouts at him, though it's at least laughingly. For now. Nevermind that them eyes is showin' some serious, seeeeerious need to maim the man responsible for the fact that she'll have a sore ass with none of the benefits. Like, you know, a good night. Or the anesthetic of excessive alcohol. THANKS, RALF.
Raising immediately to her feet, the boxer doesn't hesitate for a second to launch herself at the man, all fire and brimstone. Assuming she manages to tackle him and drag him to the ground? Well. We'll see.
COMBATSYS: Xiangfei interrupts Combo Throw from Clark with Majinga.
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Xiangfei scrunches up her nose cutely and grins back to Clark, with a wink, "Yeah!" she pipes, now she's starting to get back into business! Now with just one more good move, things should be even again! When Clark rushes forward and lands that uppercut, Xiangfei, for lack of a better phrase:
Oversells it. She goes flying up into the air as if she were in some wier-fu madness, and curls up into a ball, her body suddenly glowing with a glow. A GOLDEN GLOW! Her eyes widen and she suddenly rockets downward, left hand extended, "HYAAAAH!" her fingertips jab at some weird pressure point on Clark, forcing him to freeze up in mid-swing, and the golden aura dulls into a blue one, her right arm windmilling to join her left.
And so it starts, Xiangfei releasing burst after short burst of the gathered chi right into the big grappler, "HaaaAAAAAAAA!!" and keeps going and going... Until she decides she's done, releasing a final blast to send the big man crashing back.
And once that's done she twirls around on one foot and strikes a pose, one hand in the air, the other brought outward, "WATAAAAAAAAAOOOO!!" KUNG FU FOREVER.
COMBATSYS: Ralf dodges Duck's Strong Punch.
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Ralf with Champion Puncher.
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|=======\-------\1 Clark
The moment Vanessa's got a hold of Ralf's waist, she doesn't stop there. She straddles his chest and says, "Do -NOT-," the first two syllables backed up with one HELL of a punch to the poor man's jaw, "Punch," *BAM*, ther goes another, "My -ass-!" *BAM!*
From there on out? She unleashes an unholy rain of punches down against Jones's face and sternum, the excessive amount of tenderizing the poor man gets not seeming to let up for so much as a second. Once it's -over-, though, she leans over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "No hard feelings, though," is added, the redhead immediately skirting up and off of Ralf to get some distance between the both of them.
Ralf may not look it, but he's QUITE aware of his surroundings. Specifically, the area around his swizzlestick and jawbreakers, and his rear. It's like there's sonar there, putting him on edge whenever anything may threaten his manhood. That's why, when Duck swings around, just..it's not right. His ass, it almost starts ringing with danger! At least, that's how it goes in his mind. Ralf jerks his head to the side at the sensation, and there's Duck, hominh on in his most secret place! "AAAAAAAAJESUSGODDAMMIT!" is his ever so eloquent cry as he LURCHES forward and slightly to the side, letting the breakdancer skim on by. "WATCH THE FOWL, he's goin' Navy on us!" he yells out, immediately, to his bestest friend, who..is currently having troubles of his own. "He's goin' for the chute--"
At that, his words are cut off when Vanessa tackles and straddles him. This looks familiar, like..like some kind of attack he himself is used to performing. When she lifts her hand and before he speaks, he simply grins smugly. "Hey bab-OOF!!" The punches are HARD, man, and he can only be thankful that there's no resounding explosion like HIS hits dole out. When the woman gets up, he rubs his jaw, just making sure it's set in place. "You saved my ass back there," he mutters, obviously referring to Duck's spelunking fetish. As he gets up, he stays in a crouch and leans forward slightly..and in a runner's start, dashes for Vanessa, arms lifting and reaching out to try and take HER down this time...and in between the other two fighters, if people aren't careful.
Oh damn. That's the thought that courses through his head, as he immediately recognizes the overselling for what it is. He was set on the following up, though, so it's not like he could have easily dodged such a thing. Arms raised above his head, he does manage to look up to face his opponent... just as the pressure point is tapped. And then the rapid torrent of whatever the hell they were rains down upon him, and he's simply helpless to stop it, especially the big one that sends him flying backwards, and crashing none too happily to the floor, on his back, spread eagle. It seems he's dazed, out of breath, or simply stunned such a thing happened to him, for he doesn't get up immediately. Then, after a moment, he swings his feet up, then down again, kipping up to his feet in a surprising display of agility from such a big guy. He adopts a fighting stance once again, and then simply moves towards Xiangfei, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as he does, breaking into a run before he reaches her, his hand outstretched.
Should this attack hit, he'll simply grab her - by the face - and then run a short distance before slamming her, hard, into the ground. Then he'll turn, start running the other way, picking up her ankle as he goes and dragging her along for a short run the other way, then lifting her up by the foot, and throwing her, again, into the ground. And it doesn't stop there! He'll finally grab her by the waist, and toss her into the air, before finally, as she comes down, perform an elbow drop right on top of her. Assuming it all succeeds, of course.
Of course, he hears Ralf, but doesn't give any outward sign of doing so. He's kinda busy.
Whoosh! Duck King zooms by Ralf and then instandly throws his arms wide so he can smack Vanessa on the rear as he shoots by the lunging boxer. "Get him, Red!" he calls out and he twists his body to go swinging about as DJ Buddy Lee changes records and 'Highway to the Danger Zone' starts up. Around in circles the airborne waterfowl goes with his mohawk flapping about and P-chan peeking out from under it. "Hiiiiiiiighwaaaaay toooo the DANGAH ZONE!" he sings along with the Kenny Loggins tune and he waits to see how things unfold this time around.
COMBATSYS: Duck takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Ralf successfully hits Vanessa with Umanori Vulcan Punch.
- Power hit! -
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|-------\-------\0 Clark
It's like a blur, really. Ralf slams into Vanessa's midsection, and this red, white, and blue blur skims between Clark and Xiangfei, even in the midst of their pattycake! Shortly afterwards, the woman is allowed to fall, and both of the fighters skid on the colored floor for a short distance. Wasting no time, Jones crawls up on the redhead's body, straddling her in exactly the same fashion as she did to him, only moments before. "This.." he starts, lifting his right fist as an impish grin spreads across his lips. "Is how it's really done." And then..he pops her once, right in the side of the face, with his LEFT hand. His right is soon to follow with a flurry of quick bats that constantly jar her head from side to side, until finally, the rain of fists stops. Again, his right is held up, held back, looking ready to come down and finish her off.
..Instead, the man has a change of heart. Both hands reach down, gripping the top of her shirt, and lovingly, charismatically....headbutts the holy fuck out of her with one knocking of skull against skull, coupled with a bomb-like explosion that, while it doesn't destroy the sturdy floor, covers the immediate area in enough soot to keep the colors from being seen.
Just enough to make her so deeply and profoundly in love that she's hearing waves crash and seeing stars. Or is that just a concussion? Probably just a concussion.
Before that, though? Yelping. Lots of it. To Clark and LiX, it probably sounds something like this:
"--itohshitoHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHShitohshitohshi--"
--before the inevitable. You know, the ohmyFUCKINGgodthathurts rain of punches that seem like a rather apt retaliation to what came before it. Followed up as it is by a sudden seizing of her shirt, and, well. The headbutt. That's bad enough. That's where that whole 'seeing stars' and 'fuck my vision just went white' thing comes in. Just kind of... laying there for a second in one hell of a daze, the redhead is dimly aware of the fact that she's clutching tightly to the front of Ralf's shirt. She had a plan, didn't she? Somewhere, in the darkest recesses of her mind, there -was- a plan! It was there! It had substance! It was--!
You know what? Hell with it.
COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits Xiangfei with Running Three.
- Power hit! -
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|-------\-------\0 Clark
Umm... Ow? Ok that was rather unexpected, but Xiangfei should be able to handle a lean, mean, face-stomping machine, right? The chinese girls eyes widen a bit, she giving a weak little squeak; and Vanessas freaking out doesn't help her much! Her face grabbed, she at the very least tries to struggle free after the first slam, but it looks like that isn't going to work, "UGH." Andi t's just downhill from there taking another slam and moer or less just reacts like a rag doll, legs kicking up when the elbow drop slams into the smaller girl.
Xiangfei is just.. She is feeling more pain than she's ever felt before here, she holding her chest as tears stream down her cheeks, "O.. Oh.. Ow.." she sputters, coughing up a bit of blood, and the girl somehow managing to get to her feet.
Shoulders heaving, she POINTS to the shades-wearing man, and cries, "BOSSU! as she clenches her hands into fists, shaking her head and trying to walk off the pain. My god! My god! Is she HULKING UP!?
COMBATSYS: Xiangfei takes no action.
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|-------\-------\0 Clark
COMBATSYS: Xiangfei can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Ralf with Puncher Weaving.
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|-------\-------\0 Clark
Ok, no.. No she is not. Xiangfei just ends up collapsing to the floor again, flat on her face.
Using her position for -some- leverage, Vanessa unleashes four hellish punches against Ralf's jaw, determined to get him up and off of her for the time being-- if anything, to just -recover-. Hell if she's not hurting like -crazy- at this point, and she's -not- about to go down that easy. Still, man. -Christ-. The moment the last punch hits, the redhead snaps her hand out and *slams* Ralf's head against the dancefloor, allowing her the leverage necessary to get back to her feet, no matter how staggered. And, well. It's just in time to see Xiangfei facefault on the ground for ten points.
Ten points for the WRONG TEAM.
God -dammit-.
"Awww, -fuck-," is all she has to say about it. Until, "God dammit, you'd better not come up with anything stupid for me to do for my end of the wager."
Oh, it's just a BRUTAL seesaw of torture, here! Ralf seemed to take the flurry of hits well enough to still be snarky, and...and then he doled out the pain in kind, and all was supposed to be even, right? Everyone's good? Yeah. Happy ending! That's how it was supposed to go. In reality, the monstrous headbutt had an effect on the dark-haired Ikari as well. His eyes are scrunched up, and when he pulls back to get off, there's that force that keeps him where he is. A small tearing sound accompanies the effort to pull away, but Vanessa's hold on his tattered shirt remains strong enough. The first hit is the worst. It pops his head back, and his hand is already lifting up to his cheek. It doesn't help any, as the retaliatory strikes stil hurt like shit, and that last one sends his brain sloshing about in his thick head, even finally putting a tiny, hairline crack in the colored floor. What the HELL is that made out of, anyway?!
A groan is the woman's only answer about the bet, and something that sounds like "BUH". He sits up, his legs out in front of him, and he shakes his head constantly as he gets up to his knees; that's about as far as he can get, what with the world spinning, and even still, he's like..wobbling. His right hand slings out in a half-hearted punch toward Vanessa's thigh, and after that, he simply tips over, clutching his head.
"AAWWWWW GOOOOOD, I'm never gonna drink again!" he lies, trying to lift himself back up.
Well, that sure had been satisfying. After getting hit for some pain, he had needed to dish some right back out... and had, in spades, but perhaps a little bit too hard, seeing the girl crying and bleeding. Clark stands there, rubbing the back of his head all self-conscious like, and then he turns to whatever constitued as a medical team for here, waving them over. He was pretty sure, she wasn't gonna get up or do anything else now, despite a brave showing. Maybe he'd send her a package of oatmeal later. Yeah, that's the ticket. Turning to watch the rest of Vanessa and Ralf's match, he... folds his arms, and doesn't do a damn thing towards the red head. Even though it was technically a 2vs2, and he COULD attack the girl... no. He just wasn't going to.
COMBATSYS: Clark takes a breather.
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Swinging about the airplane known as Duck swings about to see Xiangfei just get utterly manhandled by Clark. He lets out a sigh of relief when she starts to fall, but then there is one of those moments where everything is moving in slow motion like in an action movie when a comrade gets hit and goes down in front of the hero's eyes. "Nuuuooooooooo!" Duck cries out as Xiangfei facefaults on the ground ane he quickly looks to Clark while frowning. He swings about to redirect his course towards Clark and then he reaches to grasp the rope and tug on it to start coiling himself upwards till he gets the rope around his waist about five times. He then releases and goes spiraling down like some strange yo-yo and once the rope goes slack he starts spinning about at a high speed as fists and feet whirlwind about in an attempt to slam into Clark as P-chan gets ejected looking rather seasick as one of the bodyguards make a diving catch to save the small bird. A final attempt to avenge Xiangfei since she is down and out.
COMBATSYS: Ralf successfully hits Vanessa with Quick Punch.
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|-------\-------\0 Clark
What's sad? While she could hitch a ride with Duck swinging to and fro-- this time towards Clark-- she doesn't. In fact, the sudden shot to her thigh is about the last she can take, the redhead falling to one knee as a sharp hiss comes from her. God.. -dammit-tohell. It all started out so well, too! Nevertheless-- there's more than enough free drinks at this place that, after a few rounds, she won't CARE what she owes Ralf. 'Til then? All she can settle for is one last retaliation before throwing in the towel. "Alright, boyscout," she huffs out, eyeing him. "Here goes nothin'."
And... well. This could end with a bang or with a whimper, as they say. Or both, if her payback for the wager has anything to do with bad porn music.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Ralf with Champion Puncher.
- Power hit! -
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Oh, man. -That's- the ticket.
Instead of punching Ralf first-off, Vanessa does something a fair bit different. She *plants* her foot against his face, intending on knocking him back against the dancefloor to once again descend upon him like a bat outta hell. And, well, you know how it goes. Even if she didn't win the whole fight, she's sure as hell leaving dents. And bruises. And welts. And split lips. And a busted nose. Because gee-golly-dorn, those puches are -fierce-, and they're once again failing to let up. At least, until she starts getting lightheaded.
In which case, it may as well be a horrible parody of Ralf's own token move. She simply facefaults against him, foreheads clacking together as she loosens a shrill "*Ow!*" her body immediately rolling off of his as she brings her hands up to clutch at her forehead. Ow. Fuck. -Pain-. "Ow. -Ow-! Okay, okay... uncle! I'm out! Fuck.. -jesus-, man. What the hell do you have in your skull, an iron -plate-?"
One, two, three, Ralf is down! He's OUT! Oh man, he doesn't seem to react a whole lot at the constant poundings, outside of the token 'ow!'s and various bitchings about having a newly-dislocated nose and a split lip. The way Vanessa just..kind of falls against his head, though, and the instant of her expression that he can see before the impact, well..it's HILARIOUS. Sure, the moment is wrecked as he's clonked in the head again, and his own hands rise up to pamper his skull in a similar fashion to the redhead's. "Jesus, woman! Who's got the hard head?!" he blurts out, sitting up as he does so. The movement causes an uncomfortable rush of blood to his nose, and it just..it doesn't feel right at ALL. It hurts! But..it's a kind of pain that's dulled and knifelike at once, with adrenaline doing its beautiful pain-relieving bit. Thankfully, a firm grip on the nose, a couple of quick breaths, an iron will, and a *CRACK* are all Ralf needs to take care of THAT little problem. God, that's gonna be bruised for DAYS.
"What..?" he sputters, his words mixed with the coppery taste of his own blood. His shirt is already torn to shit, so he takes another bit off of his shirt, gingerly wiping his face with it. "Done? Already?" Sure, he's looking shaky as he stands, but he's at least up. A look is given to Clark, then to Xiangfei, then Clark again. A knowing grin spreads, or at least, as far as it can without his nose hurting him and causing him to grimace. "You know what we got, man?" he asks, doing his best to raise his voice high enough for the crowd to hear.
"WE GOT US SOME MAIDS! YEAH!!" His arms lift up, victorious, not mindful of the King of Ducks falling from the heavens.
COMBATSYS: Clark blocks Duck's Random Weapon EX.
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|=------\-------\0 Clark
Well, that was different. It's hard not to notice the flying Duck King, particularly when he's setting himself up like a yo-yo and flying at him at high speeds, intent on getting up all in his grill. It's difficult to dodge such an attack, particularly because of his distraction at trying to watch the end of Ralf and Vanessa's fight, and then... well, the attack itself is just difficult to dodge, so he goes with what he knows will work: blocking. His arms unfold, and then he raises them up, ducking his head down so most of the abuse goes to his arms, which isn't so hard to bear. It still hurts though. With this in mind, he quickly moves in for a counter, aiming to strike the Duck. He had no real reason to, but... he wasn't quite sure of the rules of this match anyway, and he had been attacked by the Duck, so... might as well fight back?
COMBATSYS: Duck dodges Clark's Fierce Punch.
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|=------\-------\0 Clark
As for maids... he wasn't really sure what the heck /that/ implied, but he was pretty sure Ralf was going to get punched for something. Repeatedly. Likely in vital spots, and particularly in the wang. And he was mostly sure it was the red head who was gonna be doing such.
Over time Duck finally starts to slow down from the blender type attack and he huffs and puffs some as he starts to come to a stop only to find one of Clark's fists coming straight at him. "Oh fuck me!" he cries out and quickly undoes the clasp that attached the cord to his harness quick enough to drop to the ground as the fist grazes his mohawk. He rolls backwards and gets back to his feet with arms outstretched and waving about. "Nah man, it's over." He reassures the other shade wearing fighter before reaching up into his hair to pull out a wad off bills. "Five thousand for each of you and free drinks for the rest of the night for all fighters." he says and tosses the wad at Clark's feet. Jesus, people need to learn not to punch so quickly.
PHEW. Thank god that Clark's more alert than Ralf is. He'd have gotten creamed by the man's awesome flying feet! Still holding the cloth to his nose, he shuffles over toward Xiangfei, wherever she is on the floor, sitting or standing. Vanessa seemed okay, she'll be up soon. "Oi," he mutters, pushing his boot against the 80's reject's ass. "Get up, it's drinkin' time, maid. Gonna need a nice cushion of alcohol to stand cleaning Clark's room." And if she doesn't wanna get up? He'll MAKE her get up. That is, just bodily lifting her and carrying her to the bar, if he has to.
She'll go with being carried, thanks. Ow.
Log created by Duck, and last modified on 04:59:08 11/08/2005.