Description: A see-saw battle with a narrow judgement at the end! (Winners: Robert and Clark)
And one of the third bracket fights brings four fighters to the muggy, pasty, sticky, and just plain annoying climate of the amazon forests here in Brazil. And as one might expect, it's conveniently free of lions, and.. Whatever other man-eating beasts usually prowl about around this particular area.
The sun beating down, butterflys and bugs racing about in swarms, it would seem that the agreed fighting spot is to be in front of a log hut set up behind a somewhat clear pathway that goes deeper into the dewdripping woods. In front of said housing of course is the camera crew and referee, and they seem to be ready to start things off any minute now after the announcing is done.
To one side, is the team of Heavy D and Benimaru, to the other, idealisticly would be Clark and Robert. The blonde model seems pretty miserable, dressed in tan shorts and button up shirt, like some sort of safari guy,hair plastered to his face as he sits on a rock in a slumped position; looking to be pretty damn misterable. It wasn't any secret he wasn't overly excited about his partner, but he'll have to deal with it. But he wasn't going to be doing anything until he stopped sweating and so a dismissive hand is waved to D!, ".. You go ahead," he groans, "Try not to embarass me." That could be translated as 'Good luck'.
Heavy D! mutters as well at Benimaru's...less than friendly attitude toward him. "I could say the same to you," D! starts. "But...I guess the way you usually dress embarasses you enough." Yeah...D!'s not exactly feeling too friendly today as well. At least Benimaru and him share the particular dislike of the heat. Having left behind his usual trademark jacket, D! is left in just his standard biking shorts and handwraps, his usual boots ditched for something with a little more grip. Despite the heat, though, he keeps his mind on warming up, jabbing into the air even as his wedge-hawk threatened to droop in front of his eyes.
Ever so worldly, Robert just got here from a rather sudden meeting with a certain Martyr of Might. He hasn't had a whole lot of time to recover from the horrible exertion, but that doesn't mean he's going to back down from a scheduled fight. If anything, he's actually looking forward to fighting on his own terms again - which is to say, with people who do not try (and succeed) at using his frame to break apart extremely solid vertical services at every opportunity. His teammate, the stoic Ikari, is ever the lucky one as Robert had one of his cars shipped here just for the occasion - another good thing about this fight was that he didn't have one of his babies stored in South America yet. Now it's changed. And while the freight may have been expensive? It paid off, because it means he and his partner arrive in style...which is to say, they didn't walk, and they were enjoying air conditioning the whole way. This becomes rather self-evident as the Italian opens the door and steps out of the car, hand immediately moving to dab at his brow. "Man, it's it's sweltering out here!" Offering one forlorn look at the interior of his car, he allows himself a pensive sigh as he closes the door and locks it with a click of his keychain as he moves to the scene of the fight-to-be.
"Benny! Good to see you!", the Italian offers with a cheery wave, not caring one bit whether or not the nickname might prove to be agitating. He just came up with it after all, and there's only one way to find out! Pocketing his keys, he turns his attention to the side and spies...someone else who is familiar. "Hey, I remember you. You fought with Ralf at the Duck Pond, but we never got the chance to trade blows. Aren't we the lucky ones!" He glances over his shoulder at Clark as an afterthought. "Assuming you don't mind, anyway. Benny and I have already met."
For his part, he -lived- in this part of the world, and was probably more at home in these humid jungles than he was over in Japan at Southtown. So when the big, blond, stoic Ikari Warrior doesn't show any signs of sweating, some might wonder if the big guy really were even alive. You know, with all that non-motion, just sitting, or standing, barely moving. Which might be disconcerting to his partner as he had barely moved during the ride from the airport, though he had talked amiably enough. Emerging from the car, Clark shuts the door behind him and then settles his hands into his jean pockets. He walks around to join his partner on the other side of the vehicle, and then glances over to the opposing team. Benimaru and... Heavy D!, if he remembers right. He'd fought both of them before, and knew them to be good fighters. And from what he knew of Robert, he could -guess- that he was good, as well. A little smile played on his lips. This was gonna be fun.
As for waving cheerfully or anything like that - he just nods. A single nod of respect given to Benimaru and D each, and then he looks to Robert as the Italian goes on. When the offer is made, Clark, still smiling that tiny smile, that still manages to appear awkward even so, nods his head yet again. "Yeah, that sounds alright. Besides, I've wanted to try fighting his friend - Benimaru - seriously for awhile, now." With that, his gloved hand gestures for Robert to proceed, and he moves to the sideline to take a seat.
Oh.. Oh no. Or rather oh yes, because there was no doubt in the models mind that he was going to be killing Robert. Not so much for the nickname, rather than how the Italian arrives.
.. He should have thought of that.
Benimaru can appreciate a man who's in touch with class, of course, but today, Robert has made an enemy of the Sexiest Man Alive. But he was too miserable to do anything about it right now, and just grumbles both D!-wards and Robert-wards. Reaching for his waterbottle, he takes a deep swig, and then slumps once more, looking like he's going to hurl. Which he isn't going to do, folks, that'd be uncouthe.
And finally, there's a loud horn-honk, and the announcer steps up onto the porch, yelling into his trusty megaphone, "Gentlemen and gentlemen, the tournament fight is about to begin! Both fighters please stand to the center, tap fists, and come out fighting!"
COMBATSYS: Benimaru has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: HeavyD has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Clark has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Robert has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
Heavy D! gives a quick nod to both Clark and Robert, though he doesn't stop in his quick pre-match warmup. It's only until the announcer gets their attention that D! stops. And as the call for the beginning fighters sounds out, the boxer is the first one to step up...after all, Benimaru seems to be a little too...mugged by the heat to step up first. "Alright then...don't hold back," he says to Clark, extending out his fist, waiting for Clark to do the same.
...Wha...what? The boxer just wants to play with Clark? Not that the corner of Robert's lip trembles or anything as the boxer overlooks the friendly challenge, but oh well. "Guess it's us again, Benny.", the Italian asides as he starts looking for a comfortable place to sit, finding that somehow a rock manages to be under his rear no matter where he tries to perch.
Clark is nearly about to sit, when he gives a pause. Him? What? Oh. He straightens, and then walks towards the ring, giving a comforting pat on the shoulder to Robert (about the most emotion he's displayed so far!), and then walks over to D!. He gives a final glance around, and then shrugs, before extending a hand to tap his gloved fist against D!'s own. With that, the fight is called with the universal 'FIGHT!' that signifies the throwing of hands should begin. But for Clark, at least, he doesn't come out fighting, as directed by the ref. Much the same as the last fight he and D! had, the big blonde adopts his fighting stance, legs spread, arms held out in front of him. And then he waits, the only motion being his forward hand gesturing with a 'come get me'. As for him, he'll be watching, more or less. Had to get back into the groove of fighting D!'s type.
COMBATSYS: Clark focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
Benimaru raises his head slightly to Robert, and again just responds with an inaudible grunt. He didn't really mind who he went up against himself, though finally he does grumble, "Don't call me that." But yes, he faced against Clark before. And he honestly wasn't sure who would have the upper hand this match, both of those guys were pretty tough.
Huh...well, if Clark's just going to stand there waiting, what can D! do? Well...for one thing, he could decide to take the start on this fight. Pulling back after the first tap, D! waits to see if Clark will make the first move, but when it's apparent the Ikari won't, the boxer decides it may as well fall upon him. "Here it goes then..." Shuffling forth quickly, D! leads off with his left foot, quickly snapping out several stinging jabs toward Clark, testing the Ikari as well as hoping to find the grappler's range and stay out of it.
COMBATSYS: Clark blocks HeavyD's Jab Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
As the boxer approaches, Clark shifts his stance just a little. If he remembered right... yeah. D! tested guards at first. So as the punches come, he doesn't actually move - he just tucks his arms in and crosses them in an 'X' shape over his torso and face, taking the punches without so much as a grunt of pain, the only motion other than his arms being a slight slide of his back foot to get a better lead off. For what? Well, as the rain of punches end, Clark suddenly drops low and then darts forward, seeking to wrap his arm around the man's middle, then lift him upwards. Should all go well, D! will then be inverted, his head towards the ground, before being slammed roughly into the ground, with the Ikari backing off slightly.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD just-defends Clark's Medium Throw!
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
The lift up is not to be, however. As Clark rushes in, Heavy D! starts to roll back. Then, once the Ikari's arms lance out, D! leans away, just far enough that all Clark can do is scratch at the boxers chest with his clinching hands. Shaking his head, as if saying "Not today, buddy", D! snaps his right hand forward, trying to clock Clark with a sharp cross to his face.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Clark with Medium Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
It's a little surprising... he didn't remember D! being so spry, but that could've just been luck. Still, the Ikari is in a bad way when the boxer rolls back out of his grasp, for that leaves the big man stumbling a little. Right into a punch, it would seem! The fist connects solidly, the blond's head snapping to the side with the force of the punch, forcing him to spit to the side in a classic 'oh, that's gotta hurt' fashion. He's not down for long, however. Quite the contrary, the big man seems to just be getting warmed up! His feet shift, and suddenly, while still seeming to recover from the attack, his foot raises to try and impact stiffly against the boxer's side. If that's accomplished, Clark will then dart in to get D! into a headlock, and then tug and fall backwards sharply, driving the man's head into the ground.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD endures Clark's Combo Throw.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
Heavy D! is struck by the sudden kick to his side, stunned long enough for Clark to get him into the headlock and drop him into a sharp DDT! But Even with that drop, D!'s not exactly about to let Clark get away with it. Rather than roll onto his back after the DDT, the boxer remain's face down, bracing onto the ground with his hands. Then, with a quick push off, he springs to his feet, right arm cocked back. Then, it comes swinging around, a vicious haymaker snapped right toward Clark's ribs.
COMBATSYS: Clark dodges HeavyD's Fierce Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
Sh- well, that was interesting. D! snaps to his feet, and it's only that Clark is pretty sure that his opponent was used to picking himself up off the floor - as evidenced from previous fights - quickly and trying to take advantage of recovery times, that the big Ikari is able to read the coming attack. His frame shifts surprisingly quickly, belying his size, one foot stepping back, so his side is facing D!, the man's fist striking where his ribs used to be. Keeping with that flow, Clark pivots once more, trying to swing around to D!'s back. And once there? He tries his own version of what the boxer just tried. Fist cocked, he aims to strike for one of the man's kidneys. But this isn't an ordinary punch! The fist moves far too fast, fast enough that there seems to be a bright blue aura surrounding it as Clark snaps the fist out, seeking to cause some painings.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Clark's Vulcan Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
While Clark manages to slip away from his punch and get around behind D!, he doesn't remain there for long. Quickly, D!'s able to spin around and catch the quick punches on his forearms, blocking the shots best he can. Finally, he pivots away from the punches to avoid any further damage to his arms. Once he's out of the line of those Vulcan Punches, D! digs his heels in and pushes forward again. He lunges out with his right hand...but rather than punch, he tries to grab at Clark's vest, hoping to lift him up by it and leave the Ikari open for a few hard shots to the stomach.
COMBATSYS: Clark Toughs Out HeavyD's Reverse Stomach Buster!
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HeavyD 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
The attacks... sort of succeed, at least. D! did indeed seem to be quicker than he remembered at their last encounter in the ring. Which is probably why he manages to get a grip on the big man's vest, and even lift him up slightly, taking a few shots at his stomach. Clark gets hit, for what should have been quite a painful experience. However, he doesn't seem any worse for the wear, simply gritting his teeth at the attacks, making no noise as the shots land. Once his feet are back on the ground, he doesn't even stumble. In fact, he moves to retaliate right then, his right hand snapping forward to try and plant, fingers-down, on D!'s stomach, and then push upwards sharply, while his other hand assisted in more or less attempting to throw the boxer straight up into the air.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD fails to interrupt Arabian Burglary Backbreaker from Clark with Rolling Soul Driver.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
With a grunted cry of "Booya!", the boxer is launched into the air. Clark steps forward, then turns, apparently calmly waiting for D!'s return to the ground. Except, he isn't quite let off so easily as that. The big man's head lifts up, looking for his opponent, and once he's in range, the grappler's hands go up, grabbing the man by the leg and shoulder, and then in a single, smooth motion, Clark drops to one knee, and then using the force of gravity as well as his own strength, drives the small of the man's back directly into his knee, making for a rather painful looking bend to the man's back. He's then left on the ground as the Ikari backs off, waiting for his opponent to recover. He's not -that- bad! See?
Heavy D! curses, feeling his shot not land quite the way he wanted to. And as Clark comes back out ready to fight, D! tries to intercept him, his guard opening up as his left hand extends out for a nice chi-charged punch. However, instead of hitting the Ikari, the boxer ends up grabbed right out of his punch, tossed right into the air harshly, only to be dropped right onto Clark's knee, back first. D! hacks up a bit as he hits, his spine bending in an unnatural way, before he's rolled off onto the ground, face first and obviously hurt. It takes him a good long while before he can get to his knees, and even when he does, his guard's left wide open, with one hand cradling at his near-broken back.
There's a slight pause as the big man decides what to do. There were a number of options here, but he supposed he'd need to try and speed the match up. More, anyway. Besides, the other thing... he couldn't do that other thing. Not after what he just did. This was supposed to be a fun fight, not him picking on people. So with that in mind, Clark pushes off, starting a charge at his opponent, who's still quite in pain. Upon reaching him, Clark skids to a halt, feet digging into the ground, but still using his momentum to finish the last stretch of the run, arms coming up to try and grab D! around the middle, and then pull him into a wide arc, swinging the man around in a full circle by his waist, before throwing him, roughly, to the ground again.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD just-defends Clark's Strong Throw!
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
D! may be hurt...but the Heavy one is not out of this fight yet, no sir. Even as he rises, the boxer remains favoring his back. It takes Clark's charge at him to jolt him back into action...and the skid stop Clark takes is long enough for D! to get back into the swing. It's that one moment that's enough for D! to pivot around Clark again, twisting himself right out of Clark's grasp. "I'm not done yet!" he proclaims, quickly snapping out with a swift left hook right into Clark's jaw.
COMBATSYS: Clark dodges HeavyD's Hook Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
No, the Heavy might not be out yet, but Clark certainly isn't, either! So when the pivot happens, it's not hard for him to imagine what's coming next. His momentum not quite spent, he shuffles his feet a little, forcing himself to trip, his torso leaning over sharply with the overbalance. The fist swipes right through where he was, though the Ikari still stumbles a bit, getting back to his feet. Rather than try anything fancy this time, he simply turns, and then lifts a foot in order to try a single, stiff, unchambered kick to the man's gut.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Clark's Light Kick.
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HeavyD 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
Heavy D! takes the quick kick in stride, his arm lancing in to intercept the shot, taking it just below the elbow. Seeing how quickly Clark is wearing him down, D! decides it's time to get some distance between him and the Ikari. Winding his free arm back, the fist swings upward, sending an explosion of energy toward Clark, the barest of grunts heard from D! as he snaps out the Blast Upper.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Clark with Blast Upper.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
Now, in all his life, honestly, there were a few archetypes you could assign people to, at least in the area of fighting. D!'s type seemed to center on a good defense, while focusing primarily on physical attacks, like punches, with some minor chi thrown in, simply because he was that good. But Clark wasn't prepared for the news that D! presented him with. Namely that being the boxer had the ability to throw energy projectiles. So surprised is he that all he can do is stare dumbly as the thing surges towards him and hits him squarely, throwing him back and onto the ground a fair distance, grunting heavily. He honestly had not expected that. So, when the man rises slowly, he decides to rethink things. "Not bad," he says, and adopts his position again. No, he wasn't going to attack just yet. He was going to...
COMBATSYS: Clark focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
That's what D! was hoping for. Seeing Clark get smacked by the Blast Upper and back up to rethink his strategy, D! has the perfect opportunity to tag out. He's gotten worn down quickly after all that after all. Shuffling back, he keeps his eyes on Clark even as he reaches his hand back to Benimaru, tagging the rather metrosexual man in.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD takes a breather.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
COMBATSYS: HeavyD takes no action.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
After taking another swig from his bottle, the wet-haired model gets to his feet not even a second after he's tagged, "You're made of sterner stuff than I expected," he murmurs to his partner, and then tosses the bottle aside, "All right, well I may as well end this now so I can get out of here, best of luck to you and yadda yadda," Benimaru waves his hand dismissivly to Clark, and then said hand tightens into a fist, sparks of electricity coming to life and dancs around his fist. He then lungest forward, looking to slam Clark across the cheek with the punch that suddenly explodes with electrical energy, "Raijin Ken!!!"
COMBATSYS: Clark endures Benimaru's Raijin Ken.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Robert
So the two had exchanged places... unfortunately, that means all of Clark's strategy rethinking was done for naught. Watching as the fighters exchange places, he isn't too thrilled. From what he recalled of his fight with Beni, months ago, Beni was tough. Tougher than D!. But he also wanted to try and keep up with the fighter, if for no other reason than to prove it to himself. The only part he didn't like about Benimaru was the man's... well, ego. At least he wasn't wearing the belly sweater. When the broom charges for the attack, the Ikari tenses... and gets a nice, stiff, electric punch across his jaw, that sends him staggering backwards with a groan of pain. Surprisingly, however, the attack doesn't knock him off his kilter as much as it should, for very soon after the attack is made, Clark is all up in Beni's business once more, running towards the man. Once he closes the space, he jumps... and then, if his plans work out, he'll 'land' on Beni, feet planted on his stomach, hands on his shoulders, using his weight to knock Beni on his back, and then proceed to roll with him a short distance, before using the feet planted on his stomach to kick him away.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru blocks Clark's Rolling Cradle.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Robert
Benimaru's eyes narrow a little, an amused expression playing his features as Clark staggers back; in theory setting himself up for even more pain, but it'd be a bad strategy to go all out just now; perhaps just enough to make Clark want to re-think about wanting to take him head to head in his condition.
Lucky for the model he isn't completely unfamiliar with holds, and he manages to break free mid-roll and hop up to his feet, "Hnph," he waits for just a moment and then darts forward once again with two strong blows, a lower punch to the gut, and then another hook across the cheek.
COMBATSYS: Clark blocks Benimaru's Medium Punch.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Robert
Rethink...? Well, maybe. In fact, Clark wouldn't mind going head to head with Beni, even given his present condition. Handicaps just make him fight better! But no, there had been a plan made. The hold was made, though apparently for not much effect. Clark manages to spring to his feet quickly after feeling the model slip away from his grasp - just in time to raise his arms in order to take the attacks on his froearms, rather than in the much more painful locations intended. No sooner are the attacks made than the Ikari pushes off from the ground, jumping backwards, arms still raised. Once landed, he lowers his arms, and then extends his hand backwards. "I imagine you're bored, Robert. Mind handling him while I take a minute?" Tagging out, he takes Robert's seat, while sending the Italian in for the fighting.
COMBATSYS: Clark takes a breather.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Robert
COMBATSYS: Clark takes no action.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Robert
Slappin' Clark some skin, Robert takes his time with meandering on out. "So, Benimaru. You okay there? You're not looking so good...jet lag perhaps? Or is it the heat?" Adjusting his fingerless gloves in a customary manner, his head tilts as he regards his fellow comrade in fighting with good fashion. "I hope it's not the latter, because I'm just about to kick it up another notch!" Thusly spoken, the Italian springs directly up into the air, coming straight down at ol' brush head at a trusty forty-fiver. "Hien Ryujin Kyaku!"
COMBATSYS: Benimaru blocks Robert's Hien Ryuujin Kyaku.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Robert
Benimaru takes a moment to tighten up his own gloves, lips pursing once Robert steps out. And he just frowns to the Italian, shaking his head, "How can you be so upbeat in this weather," he murmurs in his usual low tone, and leans back into his regular fighting stance, obviously more than ready for Roberts attack as seen in the way his forearm sweeps up and slams into the kick as he steps back, "Though for the record, you're going to need more than a notch against m- God damn it's so /hot/," perhaps placing his frustrations on Robert, Benimaru stomps forward, a small orb of electricity forming in one palm, the other reaching for Roberts shoulder. And should he get that hold, he's lurched downward, palm thrust up to give him a little bit of shock therapy, "Hyaa!"
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits Robert with Benimaru Collider.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Robert
And boy does Benimaru's ire ever lash out, the surprising agility of the attack catching him just as he lands. And the pain is enough to actually make Robert stagger back a step! "Damn it Benny, who told you that you were allowed to start hitting like Rugal when my back was turned? You're going to make me get rough on you if you fight like that!" Springing forward, Robert unloads a familiar series of kicks on Benimaru's chest, seeking to seize the pace of the fight and force the other man back. "Flying Whirlwind KICK!"
COMBATSYS: Robert successfully hits Benimaru with Flying Whirlwind Kick.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Robert
"... Mnn?" suddenly Benimaru looks a little more interested, he didn't think the Collider was anything out of the ordinary; and he couldn't recall if he blasted Robert with it last time.
But there is a faint trace of a smile, "I think the saying goes 'You are who you beat'," that's why he hits as hard as Rugal, you see. Beni's not so successful in responding in time to Roberts kicks, he grunting with each blow that makes contact and it's his turn to stagger away, ".. That's all?" he then huffs, and with a slight crouch he rushes forward again attempting to grab Robert by his swave looking shirt; and with a jerk back, attempts to lift him over his head and slam him to the ground, "Don't worry though, I don't particularly mind it rough."
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits Robert with Medium Throw.
Glancing Blow
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Robert
Why is it you people think you can just grab Robert by the front of his leisure suit and throw him around?! It doesn't work, I tell you--oh, hey, that's new. Benimaru has such agility that he actually manages to wrench him down to the ground for some damage, despite the lack of grip that Robert's shirt offers! Climbing back to his feat, Robert regards Benimaru flatly for a moment. "You. Beat...Rugal?" His brow twitches, clearly showing his annoyance has been gotten. But he beat Benimaru before! Which should mean Robert > Benimaru > Rugal! But...it...doesn't...and...ARGH. Enough thinking!! It hurts. "You don't, do you? Well then! Allow me to ACCOMODATE your request.", the Italian offers as he drops his elbows to his sides, an orange aura of chi becoming visible as he concentrates his fighting spirit.
COMBATSYS: Robert gathers his will.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Robert
Benimaru chuckles lightly, nodding his head toward Robert, "What, were you not around at the time? Japan Team, Robert, Japan Team. Though, I can't really take all of the credit," the model seems mildly impressed by the sudden burst of chi; but it doesn't intimidate him very much, "Now that is certainly interesting," In fact, he rushes forward again, and drops to his side, legs scissoring out and then joining togeather- The momentum send him twirling around furiously, hoping to kick those shins many times before Robert even gets to fall over, "Shinkuu katategoma!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Robert blocks Benimaru's Shinkuu Katategoma.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Robert
Alas, Robert manages to judge the move for what it is at the last moment and drops down into a crouch, shielding himself against the grounded helicopter that is Benimaru with crossed arms that should bring back vaguely painful memories. The Italian watches, not only using visual cues but waiting for the force of the kicks to gradually subside as momentum is lost...and when he feels the time is right, both arms cut open the air in front of him as he lunges straight for his opponent, ideally before he can recover. "Kyokugen-style Secret...!
COMBATSYS: Robert successfully hits Benimaru with Ryuuko Ranbu.
- Power hit! -
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0 Robert
And as luck would have it, there lies Benimaru right before him, prone and waiting. No, this isn't about to turn into a slash fic. But lots of pain is going to be involved regardless, so stick around! Colliding with Benimaru, his first action is to hook him with a low punch in his stomach that hauls him somewhat back up to his feet, before promptly unleashing a torrent of practiced punches and kicks in succession. "Don't..." Punch, kick. "...make it sound like..." Punch, punch, kick. "...you SOLOED that bastard!!" Reaching the end of his wind, the Italian Kyokugen finishes the combo off with a powerful uppercut. And landing on his feet once more, the dusts off his sleeves. "A guy has to have his aspirations, after all."
Uh oh.
Benimaru's just totally coy about it all the while though, though his eyebrows do raise in curiosity. What is it that Robert has in store now? He doesn't have time to ponder it, and he's in no condition /to/ ponder once Robert starts kicking the everloving hell out of him though, and some punchies too!
"Guaah!" he can't read any blow until after they hit him, twisting and keeling until the final attack sends him upward and falls with a heavy thud and a groan. Did anyone get the license of that Robert? He sits up slowly, wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand, ".. Well met," though as he gets to his feet, there's a low rumble, and a slender bolt of light blue electricity snaps down on the model, and then he lunges foward- Curious that his recovery time is so quick, unless that zap had anything to do with it. "aaAAAAAH!!!"
Benimaru attempts this time to clasp his hands around Roberts neck, more electrical bolts dancing and twirling around his entire form..
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits Robert with Electrigger.
- Power hit! -
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Robert
Benimaru lurches backward again and hoists the Italian Stallion stallion upward, baby-blue eyes flashing as he procedes to give an electricution that's even /less/ nice than the first one, the electrical chi forced into Roberts form as the model yells at the top of his lungs. And it's finalized with a tremendous pillar of electrical power that slams down against both fighters, crackling sounds filling the air as he finally releases his hold, dropping his opponent like a rag doll as he pants heavily.
There's a brief pause, and then he clears his throat, ".. Got a little caught up in the moment, sorry about that."
Honestly, as Robert is held aloft, it's a sheer miracle that his head doesn't erupt into a grease fire from the horrible current that travels through the Italian's body. For that moment, he's in a world of pain. Excruciatingly so. But he's sort of getting used to the sensation, what with all of these nasties drilling him repeatedly into the pavement and such. This *was* a fight he was looking forward to being more laid back by comparison, but it's just as crazy as all of his more recent ones have been. Right down to this moment. Wait a minute, is his life flashing before his eyes? Snap out of it, Robert! Put that Kyokugen spirit to use! Gritting his teeth and letting out a strangled, *extremely* pained howl, Garcia manages to hang on to his consciousness despite the absurdity of the situation. Needless to say, the camera men are loving it. When he's finally discarded to the ground, he just lies there PANTING, the side of his body closest to Benimaru's grip spasming subconsciously. "No...no worries there...you were just...you know, returning the favor..."
For a moment it might look like Benimaru has one. But, shakily at first, Robert climbs back up into a crouch. Then, one foot after another, he climbs to his feet once more, and clapping his palms together, his eyes narrows as he focuses the last of the willpower he has at his disposal into bringing his concentration back into order. Apparently, Garcia does not intend to tag out. Dragon of Extremes indeed.
COMBATSYS: Robert focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Robert
Benimaru would be lying if he said he wasn't a little suprised himself, it was just pure instinct at that very moment, and he's feeling the fatigue catching up with him a lot more than a moment ago, suddenly dropping to his knee. A weak grin given to Robert, he nods his head in approval, "Y.. Yeah, something like that,"
The same would go for Benimaru of course, no breaks for him, he'll see this match to the end, that adrenaline rush of a good fight flowing in his veins.
As Robert takes a moment to do whatever it is he's doing, the model isn't entirely sure, he gets up and forces himself forward, "You know," he then murmurs, twisting around and looking to go for another hook; that quickly turns into a headlock, the model looking to squeeeeze his neck, ".. I think I like you, Robert Garcia."
Notgay.
COMBATSYS: Robert blocks Benimaru's Quick Throw.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Robert
Robert isn't just standing their inattentively of course, so when Benimaru slips around behind him and tries to put him in a headlock, his hands are already in place in front of his neck to slip out from under him. Taking a step back, Robert replies to Benimaru's (vaguely worrying) remark with...a grin. "Well, they do say that imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, so allow me to respond in turn."
Keep your eyes open for this one.
"Ryuugeki Ken!"
Thrusting his hand forward, Garcia's hand is enveloped in an extremely familiar crackle - but orange. Raijin Ken?! Apparently that rather serious jolt the Kyokugen recieved a moment ago was enough to teach him what he couldn't figure out from watching!
COMBATSYS: Robert successfully hits Benimaru with Ryuugeki Ken.
- Power hit! -
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Benimaru 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Robert
Benimaru didn't even have any intention of playing around once Robert lashed out with a fireball of his own, Benimarus lips still curled up in a smile even as his opponent manages to slip away.
Then he looks concerned- Whoever's watching certainly would think that Benimaru would respond with a blast of his own, but he doesn't!
And pays the price for it apparently, the model completely smashed by the Ryuugeki-ken, he stumbles back and nearly falls over again. But he catches himself with one hand, springing back to his feet and looks to be out. He.. Really wasn't expecting that at all, never again will he say that lightning doesn't strike twice. And speaking of lightning striking twice, his eyes widen again, breathing short and starting to tremble, "Damn.. Damn it all, how did that hit me?" he growls to himself in frustration, slamming his fist onto the ground. But weary as it is, and heck, perhaps he may be thinking that there's no way that D! would be able to stand against Robert for long. He's got to take him out, and do it /now/, "Haa.. Haaaaa.. aaAAAAAAAH!!"
Benimaru gathers the strength to burst forward once more, arm outstretched to try and snatch up the kyokugen fighter one more time, slender bolts of electrical chi dancing around his form once more, if he can just grasp his neck again....
COMBATSYS: Benimaru can no longer fight.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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COMBATSYS: Robert blocks Benimaru's Electrigger.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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"Oh heeeeeeeck no.", Garcia stammers as he backpedals, not looking forward to repeating that earlier performance at all. All the same, Benimaru manages to get a loose grip on his collar. The pain begins...only this time, clenching his teeth once more, Robert claps his hand down on top of his assailant's. "Not this time." In turn, Robert applies the same treatment right back to Benimaru, feeding him back his own watered down electrical chi. Benimaru would easily win in this sort of competition, but he's giving it the last he's got as it is, and it's enough to finish the job. The Italian staggers down to his feet, breath rasping in desperate successions...but he's still standing. "Alright, D!. No more stalling. You, me, right here, NOW.", he snaps with an outstretched hand of accusation...which promptly collapses to the ground. "...Uh, on second thought, gimme just a moment here."
COMBATSYS: Robert takes a breather.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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COMBATSYS: Robert takes no action.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Heavy D! clicks his tongue, sighing as Benimaru falls. Looks like the metrosexual man should've tagged out too...but...er...yeah, about that....anyways, as soon as Beni falls and Robert calls him out, the boxer hops into the fray, one of the tourney workers pulling the Beni away for his own safety. "Guess it's up to me then," D! says with a roll of his shoulders. Just to get back into the groove, you know. Then, with a quick rush, D! drives toward the rich Spantalian (seriously..what kind of Italian name is Garcia?) man, right hand cocked back and ready to drive into Robert. Of course, if Mr. Garcia watches the right hand, he'll completely miss the left that D! sends instead right toward his solar plexus.
COMBATSYS: Robert blocks HeavyD's Medium Punch.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Well, that's pretty much the case here. For all of Robert's eagerness to run his mouth at the boxer after the victory he had struggled so hard for, he *wasn't* quite as ready as he thought he was. Nimbly sidestepping out of the way of the first punch, Garcia's balance sways just in time for him to see the second hit coming - which he barely manages to throw up a hasty forearm guard to, hastily staggering backward with the force. "...Man, this heat sucks.", he allows himself as he glances up at the sky. Glancing over his shoulder to Clark, he suddenly cracks a maniac grin. "Hey, Steel. You finish this up for me, I'm going to go warm the car up." Pacing over to the Ikari shakily, he extends his hand to tag out.
Aiiiiir conditioniiiiing... <3
COMBATSYS: Robert takes no action.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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COMBATSYS: Robert takes a breather.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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COMBATSYS: Robert takes no action.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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The heat? Oh, yeah. That was bad. Not that Clark would know - other than the sweat he'd worked up fighting, which is gone now from his rest, he hadn't really noticed how sweltering it was here. Guess he was just used to it, considering that place that doesn't exist was his home. Still, as Robert calls him, he stands up and walks over to tag his partner's hand. "Sure," is all he says, nodding his head a bit. Then he takes Robert's place. Adopting his familiar stance, he once again focuses on D!, intending on not making the same mistake twice. He was going to go at this for the win. But first, he needed to organize his strategy.
COMBATSYS: Clark focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Heavy D! grunts as he doesn't manage to get as clean of a heat on Robert as he wanted to. He was attempting a knockout blow...and it seems like it just wasn't meant to be. With Robert out and Clark bck in, D! has to take a step back. While it's not much of an exciting fight development, the Heavy one has to reformulate his strategy as well.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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Not exciting, true, but necessary. It was pretty high stakes, here! Once he's sure he's ready, however, Clark is the first to make his move. He begins to move forward, closing the gap quickly. When there, he moves to make a stiff jab to D!'s stomach... though, he pulls it at the last moment, instead his body moving so his other hand comes around to grab around the man's middle, feet moving to try and sweep D!'s feet out from under him, and then throw him to the ground quickly, before backing off. No words from this one - he's quite a bit different from his partner, it seems.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD Toughs Out Clark's Fast Throw!
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HeavyD 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Clark
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D!'s ready to guard the jab...but even as Clark pulls the switch on him and instead grabs onto him, D! doesn't seem phased. As he's swept out off his feet, the boxer drops...and as he falls, he rolls back onto his feet, as if nothing had happened. A slight smirk comes onto his face as he drives forward, snapping out a series of hard, low hooks toward Clark before drawing away. Then, with speed almost untrackable, he drives in again, aiming one final crouching hook right toward Clark's chest.
COMBATSYS: Clark blocks HeavyD's Ducking Combination.
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HeavyD 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 Clark
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He's quite sure that with such a little throw, D! wasn't going to be all that displaced. And sure enough, when the man is back on his feet faster than he fell, it's easy to see D! was going to come up swinging, so Clark just did what came naturally. He tucked his arms in and took the hits with his forearms, rather than the more painful locations they were intended for. With a few grunts, teeth gritting, he seems a bit worse for the wear anyway, despite his block, but certainly not out of it! Once the final hook is delivered and blocked, Clark steps forward, attempting to step inside of the boxer's guard, and with little bravado, grab the sides of his head, and then... drive his own head down upon his opponent's in a good old fashioned headbutt. Hat bill included.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD just-defends Clark's Fierce Punch!
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HeavyD 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 Clark
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Even if the blocked final hook manages to upset D!'s balance, he's not ready to leave himself open to whatever Clark has to throw at him. Once the grappler tries to headbutt the boxer, Heavy D! simply meets him head on. Literally. Trading headbutts with Clark, the boxer manages to simply...shrug off the shot. With teeth gritted, the pugilist urges forward, pushing off of Clark's head with his own before trying to punctuate the exchange with a ripping left hand toward the side of Clark's head.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Clark with Fierce Punch.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|=======\====---\1 Clark
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The counter headbutt is just a bit orienting, if only because he hadn't expected such a quick thinking move. It's not really stunning... but oh man, is the next attack ever. The punch catches him square, and possibly the funniest thing this fight has seen happens when Clark literally bowls over and rolls a short distance, ending in a dazed heap, some distance away. He manages to get to his feet pretty soon afterwards, but even as he does, he gives a slight stumble, holding the side of his head, and readjusting his shades. He turns around to face his opponent, but doesn't seem too intent on attacking at the moment, instead more focusing on making the floor stop spinning. Ouch.
COMBATSYS: Clark focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|=======\====---\1 Clark
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Now that was a hit. A palpable hit! Watching Clark bowl away after the killer left handed hammer, D! doesn't waste time in following the Ikari. Seeing him hold back, the boxer sees his opening to attack once more. Darting forward, he breaks into a sprint right toward Clark. As he nears the grappler, however, he brakes to a stop and quickly cants to the side, shuffling to his left with arm reeled back. Then, the left hand comes down, a swift overhead shot driven toward Clark's shoulder in hopes of buckling him down.
COMBATSYS: Clark fails to interrupt Rock Crush from HeavyD with Running Pirate.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|===----\-------\0 Clark
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The 'faint' was a feint. Get it? Well, not entirely, because that punch did hurt, a lot. But in fact he had simply been waiting for D! to try and charge him, so he could get him where he wanted. The boxer had come, and Clark was ready... but as he moved, the fist impacting on his shoulder sent him to one knee, and so his attack was entirely thwarted. Obviously, the punch was a bit more numbing than he realized, his footing less sure than he thought it was. Instead of countering immediately, he tries to get back to his feet in fast order, so that D! won't have much of an opening left...
A bit of luck for D!, having stalled Clark's attempted attack with his Rock Crush. And as Clark tries to get back to his feet and scramble up a defense against D!, the fist fighter is on Clark. After hammering him with singular, hard shots, the wedgehawked man decides to try and keep Clark down this time with a storm of peppering shots, swift, sharp rights and lefts snapping out at the Ikari.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Clark with Light Punch.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Clark
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While he made it to his feet, rather than trying to block the peppering of light punches like he should've, he goes with a more basic reaction - getting the hell out of the way. Unfortunately, despite his unusual speed for his size, he's not precisely able to move out of the way in time, since the Heavy is no slouch in the speed department, either. He's peppered with the punches, letting out grunts of pain. Though before all of them can connect, he's moving, trying to push through the attack in an attempt to grab one of the man's arms. If successful, he then pulls hard on it, trying to set D! off balance, and then his body ducks low, shoulder ramming into his opponent's chest, and then performing a rather hard flip. Or rather, making Heavy do that, throwing him roughly into the ground.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD endures Clark's Strong Throw.
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HeavyD 1/=======/=======|====---\-------\0 Clark
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Heavy D! takes the shoulder block into his torso, the boxer easily lifted once Clark's got some leverage on him. He slams hard onto his back behind Clark, a pained grunt from the boxer as he hits...however, despite the pain, he rolls over, quickly pulling himself to his knees, right arm upraised. Looks like he took the throw to set something up here...but what? Well, Clark will find out if he's not careful, as D! slams his upraised fist into the ground right beside the grappler, a towering spurt of chi bursting up from where his hand hit, threatening to engulf D!'s opponent.
COMBATSYS: Clark dodges HeavyD's Soul Flower.
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HeavyD 1/=======/=======|====---\-------\0 Clark
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D!'s quick recovery from his throws are well known by now to Clark, so when it seems like the D! sets himself up, on the ground no less, the Ikari figures out what's coming. Not exactly, of course, but he figures it'd be a low attack. And considering the chi build up around his feet, that for certainly seemed like as low as an attack as you could get! So what does Clark do? He... jumps. Forward, even, right over his crouching opponent, twisting in mid-air as he does so his back is facing the ground. But that's not all! As he passes D!, his legs kick down, attempting to squeeze the man's head between them, and his hands try to get a grip as well. Once Clark lands on his back, he hauls upwards with his hands and legs, and attempts to throw his opponent in a rather unorthodox Frankensteiner!
COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits HeavyD with Frankensteiner.
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Well, that was pointless. Clark manages to get out of the way of the Soul Flower, despite D!'s pointed set up. And to add insult to injury? D! ends up getting driven down harshly by a nasty frankensteiner, caught by the neck and flipped over by Clark's leg strength. After that, D!'s fading fast. Still, he's not about to give up yet. Slowly pushing himself up to his feet with a wobble, D! narrows his eyes Clark's way, fists held upraised. Steeling himself despite his body crying treason, the boxer snaps out with a hard right hook, D! trying to bury it right under Clark's ribs.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Clark with Hook Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Clark lies on his back for a moment after the throw is made, seemingly paused for just a second, before he kips his feet down hard, and manages to stand up in one smooth looking motion. He then turns to find D!... all up in his grill already! Damn, the guy was fast! He didn't have time to dodge, or to block, so he tried to go with the flow of the attack... but even that failed, the stiff punch to his ribs being too painful to deal with in his already weakened state. Panting just a little, and holding side, Clark stumbles and falls to his knees... but then, seeming to summon the last of his reserves, he catches himself before he can fall entirely, and suddenly rushes at D!, arms raising as if he were attempting to grab the man in a big hug. Of course, this probably is anything but!
COMBATSYS: Clark can no longer fight.
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HeavyD 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\1 Robert
COMBATSYS: Clark successfully hits HeavyD with Ultra Argentine Backbreaker.
- Power hit! -
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HeavyD 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\1 Robert
And so, the arms connect. The big blond carries D! a short distance, before suddenly he's launched into the air, like the attack he used earlier. Except this time, rather than looking showy about it, Clark just looks real tired. Still, he's going through the motions. As D! returns to the ground, Clark snatches him out of the air, but instead of driving him against his knee, the boxer gets to be bent over the man's broad shoulders. He then is tossed twice more, with the same thing being repeated each time, almost as if the Ikari were playing a game of 'keep the balloon in the air', except rather than just hitting the balloon, or D!, into the air, he was being bent at odd angles that shouldn't be done. After the third such bend, the man is thrown into the air for the fourth time, but Clark doesn't chase after him. Instead, he keeps his hands in the air, looking like he wants to say something, but instead, he just collapses onto his hands and knees, panting heavily, and not at all looking like he's about to be fighting again soon.
As this is going on, the door of the purring car opens, Robert Garcia emerging from his air conditioned asylum. "Ahhhh. Much better!" Tilting his head to both sides for a bit of stretching, he makes his way back towards the fighters just in time to observe Clark take that painful looking punch. The Ikari doesn't look like he can take much more, but looks can be deceiving - with a whoop of triumph from the Italian, Clark heaves the boxer into the air and gives him the ol' one-two-three! ...With his back, but still, as long as it works! "Yeeeeah~! Go Clark!" ...Only afterwards, the man just kind of falls over.
This leaves Robert with three fallen fighters at his feet. "Heh heh. Guess I win, then. Air conditioning for the win!", he proclaims to the cameras with a Made For TV flash of teeth and upturned thumb.
Once....twice....thrice D! ends up gong up, and thrice he comes down, his back cracking with each drop onto Clark's shoulders. And the fourth time?....well, D!'s just left to fall by himself. However, as he spots Robert step in after the fallen Clark, the boxer goes for one last blast. Siphoning every single ounce of energy he has left into his right fist, he drops, his path taking him right in front of Robert. And once he passes by Robert?
The Magnum. You know it, you've seen it. The only question is whether Robert will FEEL it.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Robert with D. Magnum.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Robert is feeling the Magnum alright. With his face. In fact, Robert is feeling it so much that his senses still think he's twelve feet over where he was originally standing. It takes him a moment to realize that, ONCE AGAIN, he's been power slammed into a vertical surface. Pulling himself out of the crater behind him, he takes a woozy step forward...and steps on something that goes *~tinkle~*.
Looking down, he sees a rear view mirror underfoot.
He turns around.
He sees a Robert shaped crater in his car.
"/..../"
And he faints dead away.
Log created by Clark, and last modified on 06:08:37 03/07/2006.