Description: Although Frei clearly comes out ahead in the quippy comeback department, in terms of fighting Vyle unsurprisingly turns out to be in every other possible way superior. (Winner: Vyle)
Ah...the PIT. Ok, so it's not really called 'The PIT'. It's not really called anything. This is one of thsoe underground places. You know, the ones with illegal betting and all that shiz? They tend not to want a name attached to places like this for fear of people tracing it back to the group. But in any case, it's alive, with tickets and dollar bills flying about. Why? Because, the prize fight of the night is here...
Ah...the PIT. Ok, so it's not really called 'The PIT'. It's not really called anything. This is one of thsoe underground places. You know, the ones with illegal betting and all that shiz? They tend not to want a name attached to places like this for fear of people tracing it back to the group. But in any case, it's alive, with tickets and dollar bills flying about. Why? Because, the prize fight of the night is here...
o/` TAPE'S IN THE DECK, SET TO DUB OVER, PRESS RECORD AND ABSORB THE SUBCULTURE! o/` That's right, time to get down with the style of sickness. Vyle, with a slightly edited version of his theme, comes running in down the fighter's aisle of the pit, bouncing and headbanging as his theme pumps with purple and green lights flashing. He wouldn't be fighting in THIS venue otherwise if he didn't have his entrance just right, ya know. Finally, after he's made his presence known, he does a few bounces off a near wall in the circular pit, testing his reflexes a bit and warming up in wait for his opponent. This is his kind of crowd...so no real need to play up his heelish-ness.
...BADASS.
So Frei didn't really believe the Masters Foundation people when they contacted him about a potential league bout opportunity and said it was in, quote, "a pit". But hey, he'd never been to Metro City, so as long as Ken was willing to fly him out there and give him a chance to face a strong fighter, the monk was up for it. It took him all of twenty minutes to pack and make it to the airport in Southtown. And you'd think that showing up in... well, a set out of an early Van Damme movie... would dampen his tourist spirit. This is not the case. He's practically Tiggerbouncing down the aisle toward the pit.
There was just this one snag. "The place has this thing about entrances," the booker had said. "Do you have a theme song?" He had been silent for a moment, and then Frei had said he'd bring a CD with him.
o/~ Your disco! Your disco! Your disco needs you!
That's right. To the strains of Kylie Minogue's eurotechno beat, the girly-looking, short monk is bouncing his way into destiny.
o/~ We're sold on vanity, but that's so see through!
o/~ Take your body to the floor, your disco needs you!
o/~ From Soho to Singapore, from the mainland to the shore...
Grinning like an absolute FIEND as he pops into the ring, striking a few tai chi poses that give the impression he learned to fight from old Bruce Lee movies, Frei grins over at Vyle. "WOOHAH. This is gonna be sweet." Beat. "Nice costume!"
Vyle blinks as he hears his opponent's entrance pop on. "...oh hell no," he groans, a facial tic forming as he hears the annoying strains of....ugh....euro music. "Oh god, the gayness of it all." Stepping back, he watches Frei as he bounces in himself, acting like something straight out of Game of Death. "...oh god, now I have to fight some Fei Long fruit wannabe." Facepalming, the neon luchadore glares at Frei between his fingers. "...just for making me listen to this damn song, you are dead."
Taken off guard, Frei just blinks at Vyle for a minute. "I am getting accused of that a lot lately," he murmurs, more perplexed than annoyed. Tapping his finger on his chin, he is apparently giving it serious thought. "I mean, in the l... okay, no. Stay on track." Flexing his fingers, Frei grins at Vyle, getting himself into a slightly less bogus-looking martial arts stance and sizing his opponent up. "Ah well. Who knows from taste in music. I thought yours was kinda cool, though. Is that what the kids are listening to these days?" And still grinning like a fool. He must be out of his mind.
COMBATSYS: Frei has started a fight here.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle shakes hish ead, simply slipping back into his hunched over wrestling stance, one arm hanging in front of him while the other is held out, as if ready to grab. "Shut up. Just shut up and fight, so I don't have to listen to Frankie Goes to Hollywood redux next," he grumbles. He gives a glance up to the eager spectators, tickets held in their fists as they shout, jeer, and roar in hopes of hitting that big bet. Rather than wait for Frei to take the first shot from him, the luchadore acts first. Running away from Frei, he leaps and plants his feet on the wall. Rebounding off, he twists in the air, nearly going horizontal as he flies toward his opponent. Then, with a whip of his leg back, he tries to smash into Frei's face with his heel and calf.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Vyle's Light Kick.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vyle
"Wait. Frankie Goes to WHOA we're starting already!" Yeah, good luck shutting him up. Blinking at the unexpected speed of the kick, the monk doesn't try to get out of the way, instead bringing up a forearm to soak up the blow. Hurts a bit, but not near so bad as it could have. "I don't know what it is with fighters not having fun anymore," he murmurs, still more perplexed than annoyed. Taking advtange of Vyle having come in close, the monk throws both palms forward, but before they actually connect stops short, a shere of orange-red light forming there and then suddenly exploding in a shower of golden sparks, not unlike a tiny firework. "Let the sun shine in!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Frei's Hizashi.
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Frei 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Vyle
Landing a bit awkwardly thanks to bouncing off of Frei's elbow rather than his face, Vyle is forced to pedal back a bit. Which means when the palms of energy come forth, he can't simply dance away from it. Instead, he has to bring his own forearms up to absorb the shot, forcing him back a little. "Nghh...dammit," he grunts, feeling the burning sensation over his forearms. "Stupid energy *@$&," he curses, before he skitters forward. Going low, he tries to sneak around behind Frei and grab him around the waist. If he's successful, he'll lift the younger fighter up and drive him down onto his head with a nice little backdrop on the hard pit floor.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Frei with Medium Throw.
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Vyle
There's a couple seconds where Frei gets to look surprised before Vyle smacks him unceremonisouly into the dirt. Well, not dirt, but you get the picture. He actually stays on his back for a second, looking at the ceiling. "Damnit..." he murmurs. "No clouds to look at." And without further ado, he suddenly kippups, dashing straight for Vyle without any preamble and hopefully getting a snag on the wrestler's arm, then tossing him to the floor behind Frei in a basic but effective aikido toss. "Heeeeyah!"
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Vyle with Medium Throw.
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Frei 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle tries his best to slip away from the quick grab, but alas, he's yanked down in the quick aikido toss, dropping right onto his back hard. "NGhhh..." he grunts, soon kipping to his feet himself. "You're an annoying bastard, you know that?" he snarls, clenching his fists as he glares at Frei. With a quick vault off his feet, he flies at Frei again, this time going for not a kick, but a swift headbutt, snapping his forehead down to meet with Frei's own as he leaps at the monk.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Frei with Quick Punch.
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Vyle
Oof! Headbutt! That hurts, like, ow. Well, alright, not as much as the throwing did but, yeah. Serious hurting there. Stumbling back a few steps, Frei makes a face and tries to get his bearings. "Well, I've been called worse," he muses, rubbing his nose. "But hey, at least you're having fun. You are having fun, right?" He doesn't wait for an answer; instead, the monk puts both palms out again, gathering a blue-white sphere of chi which he then hurls right at Vyle's tummy. When it gets close, he grins and snaps his fingers. "Burst!" Obligingly, the sphere suddenly erupts in a hail of ice shards attempting to give our wrestling friend what-for.
COMBATSYS: Vyle slows Hyoushou Rengeki from Frei with Venom Breath.
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Frei 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Vyle
The sick one doesn't answer that question. it's a stupid one, in his opinion. Instead, he steps back, rubbing his head after the quick headbutt as he waits for what Frei might have to throw at him. He spots it in the form of that white sphere of energy chucked at him. As if on instinct, Vyle stabs at his throat with a finger, a quick burst of ill-looking green mist spraying from his mouth on cue. However, he doesn't expect the burst to come, and while the Venom Breath catches a lot of the stuff, he's still peppered with a few more chi-ice shards, forcing him back on his heels. "Nnn...damn little freak."
Not normally one for quick action, Frei decides now is the perfect time to keep the momentum going on his side. And since his just being himself appears to be throwing Vyle off balance, so much the better. "Oh, we're all freaks here," he says, flexing his fingers a bit, then simply running at Vyle and leaping at him, dropping both knees onto the wrestler's shoulders and attempting to flip him face-first into the floor, just like what got done to him recently. "Dig the trick with the mist, by the way. Was neat."
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Combo Throw from Frei with Antidote.
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Frei 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Vyle
The leap onto his shoulders is complete. However, the attempted hurricanrana is a bit...how you say it...stifled. And what better way to counter a hurricanrana attempt than the tried and true method: POWERBOMB! Sure, Vyle's not one to use powerbombs mostly, due to his size and style. Still, once Frei tries to drop back, Vyle drops forward, latching his arms onto the monk's legs to keep him still as he drives the man down onto his shoulders and neck with a vicious drop. "Bitch, you should know better than that!"
Again, with the floor. And again, Frei just kinda lays there for a second, mumbling to himself. That kinda hurt. "'m not your bitch," he mumbles, head foggy. After a while, he finally pulls himself standing and gets back into stance, not attacking, but instead observing Vyle carefully and trying to center himself. When you fight, you fight. When you break, you break. Be as water and all that. "Would never work out between us. We're just too different." Big dorky smile.
COMBATSYS: Frei takes a breather.
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Frei 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle glares at Frei, the man having taken his little insult a bit too...personally. "...ok, that's it, your mouth? Shut, right now," he snaps, charging at Frei with a dash once more. Rather than try anything to acrobatic, however, he goes straight for the heel tactics. Winding a leg back, he snaps it right toward Frei's...little man, hoping to crotch him on the toe of his shoe. Should he be successful, a nice DDT into the floor awaits poor Frei.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Vyle's Combo Throw.
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Frei 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Vyle
Sadly, there will be no more rolling around on the floor this evening, or at least not from Frei getting kicked in the jimmy. "Sha!" Lashing out with his hands lightning quick, the monk throws one forearm down in front of the kick and slaps the DDT-grabby hand out of the way with his other, grinning. "You know, that'd have been more convincing if you hadn't gone for the groin right after saying it," he teases. Letting go of Vyle's foot, the monk hopes to keep his grip on Vyle's arm, and turn it into an arm bar. Of course, if he can pull that off, a much nastier trick is in store...
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Frei's Ame no Murakumo.
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Frei 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Vyle
Oh, that just tears it. "Ok, you know, I tried to be at least a little decent, but you're just really starting to piss me off, fruit," Vyle snaps over the roar of the pit crowd, most cheering for Vyle to put Frei away. Leaping up to the edge of the pit, he manages to sneak into his hand a beer bottle, tucking it away behind his back as he drops down to the floor. "Now this is happening." Then, with a snap, he grabs the half-full bottle by the neck and swings, trying to crash it right on the top of Frei's head.
COMBATSYS: Frei endures Vyle's Random Weapon.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 Vyle
"HEADBUTT!" Where the HELL did that come from? Apparently Frei is a little quicker on the uptake that it might appear. How do we know this? Because just as Vyle is about to come at him with the bottle, he literally slams himself right into it with his head, his left hand already starting to trace something in the air. "Gotta do better... ow!... than a steel chair, kid!" he grins, the form he was tracing with his finger -- a circle -- suddenly erupting into visibility between Frei and Vyle as Vyle finishes his downswing, beer (and some blood) running down the monk's face, grinning as much as always. "No time for the big speech. Bummer!" And with no further ceremony, the circle of light disappears, Frei's hand now glowing a rainbow of colors. All he has to do is get it right next to Vyle's chest...
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Vyle with Fukami Reikai.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|=======\===----\1 Vyle
BAM. The second his hand gets anywhere near Vyle's body, what results is a massive blast of focused, raw chi power. Non-elemental in form, it is nothing less than every element in perfect concert, a pulse of energy that causes the very air between Frei and Vyle to ripple with the aftershock.
Ok...that was not fun. That was not fun at all. As soon as he gets near Frei's hand, energy bursts out of the man's hand, sending him scattering into the wall of the pit, smoking as the chi burst blasts into him. "GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! OOF!" Dropping on his face as soon as he hits the wall, the wrestler groans, the attack having done quite the number on him. "Ok, that's it, you bastard...nghh...time to die...." Pushing himself back up to his feet, the glares at Frei. Then, with some shakiness in his legs, he jumps up high, at least over Frei's head. As he starts coming back down, he stomps, furiously, with one leg, trying to batter into his opponent's head and shoulders and bury him into the floor of the pit.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Frei with Riot Stampede.
- Power hit! -
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Frei 0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1 Vyle
The important lesson here is not to celebrate too long when something works. Why? Frei is still looking fairly pleased he even got that move to work at all when he sees Vyle's shadow pass over. "Oh... *damnit*," he has time to mumble, before the wrestler presses him right into the ground, fairly painfully too. Grimacing, the monk doesn't stay on the ground this time, but instead flips right back up, taking a step back and... not attacking, again. "My god that hurt. Gimmie just a sec, here," he mumbles, shaking his head. "Busting out that last technique usually leaves me feeling kinda moogy."
COMBATSYS: Frei takes a breather.
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Frei 0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1 Vyle
Now that's what he's talking about. In any case, as soon as he hits ground, the wrestler bounces back, still groggy from the energy blast, from how he stumbles to keep his balance. "Hngh...give you a second? *@#$* that, you little wimp," he snaps. Trying to brush aside his own wooziness, he charges at Frei, trying to tackle the man to the floor by his legs. If he can make it...well, there's some REAL pain in Frei's future.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Frei with Outbreaker.
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Frei 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Oh yeah, that's the ticket. Now that Frei is on the ground, Vyle reaches in, tucking his legs beneath his armpits and lifting his opponent's body up. Then, with a quick jump, he takes to the air, taking the monk with him. Flipping end over end, he comes down with a hard, swinging drop, smashing Frei's face right into the pit floor upon landing. That, my friends, is the Outbreaker.
Another person would probably be furious right about now. Perhaps for the best, Frei is not such a person. That's an awfully quick throw, after all, and it catches him totally by surprise; only a little bit of twisting in Vyle's grip manages to keep him from suffering what might otherwise have been a considerably more devastating blow. He lies face down in the pit for a bit, and then suddenly leaps to his feet, grinning at Vyle like a maniac. "That was sweet! I mean, sort of an Izuna drop thing but you... yeah. That was pretty sweet. Also MOON TIARA ACTION!" In the middle of his compliment the monk suddenly cuts an arc through the air with his hand, a purple crescent of light surrounded by silver sparks lashing out at the wrestler heel with surprising speed.
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Vyle with Tsukikage.
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Frei 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Vyle
Ok...he was not expecting Frei to get up that quick. And the sudden arc of energy catches Vyle totally off guard, the luchadore struck right in the chest with it. "NGhh!!" Stumbling back, Vyle glares at Frei, panting and fighting for breath. "Ok...you really asked for it, you jackass..." Gritting his teeth, he charges for the walls again, scaling them with a quick run upward. Then with a vault off, he springs back, flying and flipping toward Frei, doing his best to try and backflip behind Frei. The monk might find the manuever familiar, as he tries to lock his legs around Frei's head...the only difference is the momentum Vyle has...and the fact that he's trying to pull the monk back rather than forward into a devilish reverse Hurricanrana.
COMBATSYS: Frei fails to interrupt Strong Throw from Vyle with Hyoushou Rengeki EX.
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COMBATSYS: Frei can no longer fight.
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"Haha! You may have caught me by surprise before, but I am not left-ha..." Frei doesn't even get the rest of that out. Gathering the blue-white water chi in his palms once more, he plans to just blow the thing up in Vyle's face. Of course, best laid plans of mice and men and all that. Apparently that only works if your interrupt chances are less than 10%, to hell with statistics. Down he goes to the floor, and doesn't get up again. Thud. "Winner: VYLE!" Yay and whatever.
Vyle simply stalls on his knees after driving Frei into the ground with the reverse hurricanrana. Hands planted on the floor, he groans, trying to catch his breath. However, when he hears the sound of the announcer shouting his name, he smiles. Not just 'cuz he won. Not just because he made his mark in the league finally. Not just because he loves watching people who bet against him rip up their tickets. But because he just scored a nice sum of money himself. Betting on yourself is a bit egotistical...but damn if it's not profitable. "Heh...."
Log created by Frei, and last modified on 04:53:42 12/29/2005.