Description: Vyle trounces Tran in their PPV fight. Seriously. We're talking /annihilation/ here. It's ugly. (Winner: Vyle)
TLC. The man who thought up this type of match wasn't thinking of tender love and care, oh no sir. He was thinking of maximum carnage, at the expense of the bodies put on the line in such a match. After all, there's a lot of pain to be made involving Tables, Ladders, and Chairs. But that's ok. That's cool. That means a certain fighter will have an advantage, having been involved in such before.
The stage is set in what had been an abandoned Metro warehouse, refurnished and rebuilt into the arena of chaos it is today, the upper balconies and catwalks filled with spectators and bloodthiristy onlookers, as well as a cordoned off area on the floor. The center, meanwhile, is blocked off with concrete K-blocks, the 'ring' filled with all manner of steel chairs, aluminum folding ladders, as well as folding tables. Enough carnage for 3 PPVs. But where are the crazies meant to use these suckers?
o/` EVERYBODY (COME ON)! IF YOU WITH IT (COME ON!) BRING IT ON....COME ALONG....S-T-Y-L-E-S BEYOND (ond ond ond ond ond....) IT'S LIKE BEING...o/` Well, speak of the devil, here comes one now. Barreling through the makeshift fighter's aisle, the man known as Vyle bounces his way up, reveling in the jeering he hears from the crowd. The sign of a good heel is when the crowd makes sure to let you know that they hate your guts. Grinning and making obscene gestures their way, he jumps over the K-Blocks, kicking up a steel chair into his hands and waving it about as if a swordsman testing a new blade. "So where's my opponents, bitches?" he shouts, grinning as he leans against a corner.
Certainly, due to an interesting series of events, there's only one opponent who's confirmed that he's going to show up today. Only one man brave enough, daring enough, plain /awesome/ enough to take on the might of TLC match uncowed. And that man, the mysterious secret agent doctor...doesn't actually seem to be here yet, and as such totally misses Vyle's big entrance. It's a pity, really. He won't have anything to compare his own to.
However, despite this, a solid ten minutes pass before a rumbling is heard. The far wall starts to shake, steam wisping through tiny cracks that begin to form. It starts to build, growing louder and louder until at long last a large section of the wall just explodes, splinters of wood flying outward in a massive cloud of steam. Inside, a dark shape is visible, an image that only gains clarity as the steam dissipates. Too impatient to wait even for that, Dr. Tran steps forward, revealing himself in all of his explosive glory, and grins, striking a dramatic pose.
After all of that awesome, it's a bit anticlimatic for him to just stroll right on down to the ring and hop in across from Vyle. "Well? Are you ready?"
The luchadore frowns as he watches, and sees no one come out to face him. "Geez, what the hell, is everyone else too much of a pantywaist to take me on?!" he shouts, plenty loud enough for the rest of the crowd to hear. It garners a few laughs...but that's stopped cold as the walls rumble with seeping steam. FInally, the wall explodes, Vyle shielding himself from the splinters with his chair. As Tran walks out through the hole and jumpes into the ring, the luchadore glares. "...Ready?"
It's at that point when he charges Tran, leaping into the air with chair held in hand. Thrusting the chair out in front of him, he swings his body about enough to send a drop kick right into the weapon, and thus toward the "Doctor's" face. "THIS ANSWER YOUR QUESTION?!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Tran has joined the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Tran with Random Weapon.
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Tran 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Hello, steel chair. So nice to see you, how are you doing? Oh, there's someone I want you to meet. Steel chair, Tran's face, face, chair. Neither of the two involved objects come out exactly looking pretty. Dr. Tran winds up with a trick of blood coming out of his forehead, and the chair winds up with a huge dent right in the middle of it. Oh, such a tragedy, to see the chair take such a beating, right after it was shiny and new!
Stumbling backward a step or two, Tran shakes his head to clear the head trauma, and then straightens up, shaking a finger. "Yes, as a matter of fact, that answers it nicely." Reaching down and picking up the chair that just violently impacted his face, Tran hefts it, testing the weight and assessing it a bit. "You know, you dropped this." Like any good person at that point, Tran returns it to its owner by spinning around once and then using that momentum to just chuck it at Vyle.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Tran's Large Thrown Object.
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Tran 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle snorts as he watches the chair fly his way. Smirking, he drops to the ground, rolling underneath the projectile and letting it sail over his head. Coming back up to his knees, the wrestler grins. "Aw...too bad. You missed," he taunts, adding a little more insult as he gives Tran the one-finger salute. It's not all bluster though, as he drops down to send another dropkick Tran's way, this time sans chair.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Tran with Light Kick.
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Tran 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Stepping forward, moving to act like the tough guy, Tran isn't fully in a position to be able to just take the dropkick like a man like he planned. Stumbling backward again as the kick finds his chest, really somewhat painfully, Tran just keeps grinning. He's hardly out of things just yet. "Well, I'd like to make things sporting...put on a show before I beat your ass."
Slipping a pair of shades out of his coat pocket, Tran holds them for a moment, considering, and then chucks them at Vyle. "Here, have a souveneir. You'll be able to show this to your grandkids someday, and tell them about the time you get your ass whupped by Dr. Tran."
COMBATSYS: Vyle overcomes Thrown Object from Tran with Venom Breath.
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Tran 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle landing from his drop kick, Vyle quickly rolls up to his feet, making a break for one of the strewn about ladders. What's the point of them if you're not going to use them, after all. However, as he gets to picking one up, he finds himself having to face a pair of chucked shades flying at his face. "...how about no?" he snaps, before he prods at his throat a little and counters with a burst of green mist, the poisonous cloud stopping the pair of sunglasses cold as it sprays out toward Tran. "I'd rather tell them about how I beat your lily little ass with a ladder," he snaps, getting back to setting up the ladder.
COMBATSYS: Tran reflects Venom Breath from Vyle with Operation - Dr. Tran.
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Tran 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Taking a step forward, all the better to meet Vyle's new attack, Tran can't help but let out a chuckle. He's seen Vyle fight before - after all, Vyle's at about the same skill level as Tran is, and about as flamboyant, besides. And frankly, Tran was expecting this one. The chi is already forming in his hands by the time Vyle's nasty poison spew takes out Tran's sunglasses, and by the time it actually reaches the doctor, it's formed into a neat little mirror. Pushing it up against the poison, with just a little bit of extra chi surging forward to give it that extra degree of 'oomph', Tran sends that cloud right back at its maker.
"You know, you should really brush your teeth more often. I swear, your breath is terrible." Tran's even now on the brink of laughter. There's no doubt about it, if it hasn't been mentioned before; Doctor Tran is in a crazy sort of mood tonight.
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Vyle with Reflected Venom Breath.
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Tran 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Vyle
Ok....Vyle wasn't exactly expecting his own poison breath to be sent right back at him. Just as he got the ladder set up too! The little punk....of course, not exactly used to being on the recieving end of things, the heel is caught off guard and takes the Venom Breath full in the face, doubling over and coughing as his poison does the trick on him. "NGHhh....kaaaaack! God damn, you little bastard!" he shouts, scratching at his own face as he feels his skin burn a little. "I'm really pissed now!" he shouts. Charging at Tran with eyes burning, he flails his arms out at him, hoping to grab on to the 'doctor' and Irish Whip him directly into the set up ladder.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Tran with Medium Throw.
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Tran 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Vyle
Overconfidence kills: this is known. Tragically, however, it seems that Tran hasn't got the memo. At the very least, he just doesn't care - he'll be as overconfident as he damn well pleases, even when he's getting his ass handed to him. It looks like he was going for a deft, last-second dodge out of Vyle's arms, but clearly, it doesn't go like that, and he waits just a moment too long. Finding himself whipped around violently into the ladder, Tran's still grinning like a madman.
"Well, you sure look like piss, if that's what you mean." Barking a short laugh at his own joke, Tran moves over and grabs a table that hasn't been set up - it's just lying there being sad. And then he proceeds to start setting it up, eyes never leaving Vyle.
COMBATSYS: Tran focuses on his next action.
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Tran 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Vyle
Oh, getting with the tables now, eh? Well, that's well and dandy. Because it gives Vyle a chance to get some air. Rushing toward the still standing ladder (sturdy sumbitch, isn't it?), the wrestler quickly ascends it, keeping his eye on Tran as well as he makes his way to the top. "Oh yeah? Well you're about to look like roadkill." He waits for Tran to set up the table before he gets to the air. "HAAAH!" Flying toward Tran, he extends his arms out, with full intent on grabbing him around the head. If he manages it...well, Tran will find out how painful it is to be DDT'd right through a table. If not...there's some pain to be had by Vyle.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Tran with Dead Spiral.
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Tran 1/--=====/=======|====---\-------\0 Vyle
Truth be told, Tran wasn't planning on actually putting Vyle through the table at all. He was considering putting the table through Vyle, or putting a geyser through both the table and Vyle, but none of this exactly pans out, because Vyle is coming at him very, very quickly, and he knows that it's way too quickly for him to cope with. As such, Tran finds out /exactly/ how painful it is to be DDT'd right through a table. It hurts a damn lot.
If you needed any more proof that Tran's not quite right in the head tonight, it's that even as he's down amidst the splinters of the table, he's laughing it up. It's sort of weak, on account of how badly he's getting the shit beaten out of him, but it's there and it's unmistakeable. After a few moments, he comes up onto his hands and knees, a stream of blood running down from the back of his head all the way around to his face, where it steadily begins to drip off of his chin.
"Looks like it." With another crazy laugh, Tran rushes forward, faster than you would expect someone who's taken the beating he has to move, with steam coalescing around his entire arm. Hell, you can barely see it through blend of water and chi. And then Tran punches with it, discharging all of that chi into one, single blow. It's just a single punch. How bad could it be?
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Here Comes Dr. Tran! from Tran with Antidote.
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Tran 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle groans as he hits the ground as well. While Tran took the brunt of that attack, the wrestler wasn't completely unscathed in the drive through the table. Rolling to the side and coughing, he takes a slow rise to his feet, a hand to his back. "Nghh....how'd you like that...bitch," he taunts, limping backwards away from Tran. After all, that laugh is...unsettling. Thankfully, the attack isn't quite as complex as he was expecting. Just a punch...sure, it's surrounded by steam and crap, but still, it's just a punch. And a punch, Vyle can handle. How? Well, first off, by ducking under it and grabbing Tran around the chest and shoulder while it passes over him. "Time's up, laughing boy. Here's your overdose." Grabbing Tran by his near leg with his other arm, the luchadore lifts the 'Doctor' up and swings him above his shoulder until he's just about horizontal...before he sits down and drops Tran down in a similar position, except for one key difference: the jaw-rattling impact with his shoulder.
Karmic backlash is a bitch, and it seems that Tran is very subject to it. Considering past performance, when compared with today, that's the only explanation the doctor can think of. It's just not his day. His punch misses (such a tragedy, if not entirely unexpected), and then Tran is left to get manhandled by Vyle. He knows he's done for - even if he were somehow miraculously still able to keep fighting after that one, this entire fight's simply been a wash for Dr. Tran. He's got no chance, and he knows it.
However, Dr. Tran is a man with a plan. Even if he can't win the fight, he can at least lose in as unsettling a manner as possible. The laughter that weakly comes forth is only partially forced, because Tran has to admit: this fight's been quite the joke. His chuckling fading away, Tran just lets himself go out. He's not even trying to cling on conciousness.
COMBATSYS: Tran takes no action.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|
COMBATSYS: Tran can no longer fight.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|
Vyle is slow to get up after that counterdrop, still feeling the effects of his ladder dive Dead Spiral. Still, he's in plenty better shape than Tran is. Slowly pulling himself to his feet after giving Tran the Antidote, he glares down at him, brow furrowed at the man's continued, fading laughter. He backsteps a bit, waiting for it to completely stop before saying sharply, "Crazy son of a bitch." Shaking his head, he looks to the crowd, the group mixed with cheers and jeers, cheering at the crazy match that occured, but jeering because of who won. Smirking, he gives the crowd a few gestures, pointing at them and playing them up...before taking up one of the chairs still strewn about the fighting area. "A little parting gift, laughing boy," he says with a sick little grin on his face before slamming the hair straight down onto the unconscious Tran's chest. That act quickly erases the cheers, turning them all to boos and hisses. Music to Vyle's ears. "Heh..." Dropping the chair down across his broken opponent's body, he stalks off, arm upraised in victory as his theme music blares over the sound of the angry crowd.
Log created by Tran, and last modified on 13:24:42 12/16/2005.