Description: There are many valuable lessons to be learned from this fight. Coffee shops are indeed for latte swigging sissies, go to Barry Bonds for your steroid needs, and sometimes winning means getting the crap beaten out of you so others won't have to.
Coffee...bah. Coffee Shops are for latte-swigging sissy boys. Real Men eat coffee grounds straight from the can!
Haggar impression aside, the man simply known as Vyle has no use for coffee. For one thing, he likes to stay regular, and coffee messes with his system that way. For another thing, he's kind of busy, doing...well, something. What that something is, who knows, but it involves what looks like another high-school-aged kid, money, and the trade of something that is no doubt illegal. Oh, did I mention a double cross? If not, it involves something like that too, as Vyle can soon be found running down the street, cackling as the kid shouts, "THESE ARE ASPIRIN, JACKASS!" Phony drug deals? Sounds like the kind of scam he might try...
Yes, coffee shops are for sissy boys which is why Roberto was /outside/ of the shop. That and the fact the coffee shop didn't particularly mind that he was outside as long as he wasn't pan handling or causing a nuisance. Roberto, completely oblivious to the shouting and the running gets up and puts his book into his backpack just in time to nearly get TRUCKED by Vyle. Instead Roberto makes a fast dive, shouting, "HEY! WHAT THE!?!?"
Vyle continues to run, smirking as he pockets his ill-gotten yen. "Sucker...HEY KID, YOU WANT STEROIDS, LOOK UP BARRY BONDS INSTEAD!" he shouts, cackling before turning face front as he sprints away again...until he nearly runs right into some strange kid in a visor. "WATCH IT, PELE!" he shouts, not even bothering to apologize or even attempt to move out of the way. He just keeps trucking along, grinning like an idiot.
Roberto would normally be content to let that teenager get conned out his money like that and normally would just allow Vyle to going along with his business as illegal as it may be especially when helping either party would go against everything he's ever stood for but when he sees and old lady walking out of a bookstore unknowingly moving directly into Vyle's path, he realizes he has to act and now, moving up and giving it a nice banana kick to try to adjust Vyle's path or stop him. Regardless of whether it lands he puts just enough spin for it to avoid the old lady.
COMBATSYS: Roberto has started a fight here.
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Roberto 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Roberto
COMBATSYS: Vyle negates Long Shot from Roberto with Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Roberto
Somehow, Vyle realizes that something's coming for his head. Otherwhise, how can you explain what happens next. In a way, Roberto's plan DOES work, as it forces the wrestler/small-time scam artist to turn around, facing the ball sent toward his head with a nasty looking blast of some green mist, which manages to stop the ball right in it's tracks. "Hey, buddy, what's it to you? You should've known better to get in the way of someone running off!" she snaps, unrepentant to the last.
The old lady realizes what she just got saved from and ambles right back into the bookstore not leaving until things settle down.
"I would've been more than happy to let you go but you were about to severely injure someone. You really should be more careful."
Roberto walks closer until he's somewhat close to the soccer ball before rolling onto the balls of his feet waiting to see what Vyle does.
COMBATSYS: Roberto focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Roberto
Vyle snorts. "Aw, wook at the widdle good samawatin. you want me to give you a medal or something, hrm?" he asks, sneering toward the soccer star as he starts to walk forward. "You know, a kid like you should really mind his own business. After all, if you don't you're bound to get hurt. You know...kind of like this." Then, the ultimate show of disrepect is sent out:
The Bitch Slap. Hey, Vyle's not above tricking some kid into buying fake steroids, why would he be above slapping the taste out of someone's mouth?
COMBATSYS: Roberto fails to interrupt Quick Punch from Vyle with Strong Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Roberto
Roberto tries to push Vyle back with a double fisted punch which normally would be used to punch a shot away from the goal however, Roberto isn't quite quick enough and does indeed get the taste smacked out of his mouth. Of course this might be a good thing seeing as he knows that peas are on the menu tonight at home.
Vyle smirks, grinning as Roberto seems just a tad too slow in reacting to his slap. "So...what now, hrm? What do you want now, punk?" he asks, cockily, his head canted in an arrogant way as he raises his hand again, as if readying another slap for the goalie. "Anything else you want, soccer punk, or can I get back to not babysitting a little snotnosed idiot with nothing better to do than kick balls at people?"
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Roberto
"Since the game has begun, we might as well play 'til the final whistle blows." He beckons Vyle before letting his knees bend slightly and taking small hops up and down and wiggling his fingers. After a few moments Roberto serges forward sliding on the ground his foot directed towards Vyle's ankles.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Roberto's Sliding Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Roberto
As Roberto slides forward to meet Vyle, the wrestler drops to the ground, anticipating the strike. Once the foot comes in, it collides not with Vyle's ankle, but his arms, the luchadore dropping them to guard against the hit. "Nice try, but you're going to have to do better than that!" he shouts, quickly reaching for Roberto's outstretched leg in hopes of locking him into some sort of toehold.
COMBATSYS: Roberto blocks Vyle's Medium Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Roberto
Roberto doesn't even have time to get up before Vyle grabs a hold of his leg. He feels the wrestler about to twist when he suddenly kicks out with his free leg to free himself and then the previously trapped leg swings around to kick Vyle in the face.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Heavy Kick from Roberto with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Roberto
He isn't able to completely lock on the toehold he wanted...but Vyle isn't exactly a sitting duck here either. When Roberto tries to swing around with the leg, Vyle's ready. Catching it before the kick reaches his face, the luchadore grins. "Not yet, punky..." Then, with a nasty twist, Vyle pulls on the leg, bending it in an unnatural way as he drops onto his back, arm firmly wrapped around the ankle. It's almost like he DDT'd the leg in question! Standing up from his successful counter, the wrestler goads Robert on, beckoning with his hands. "C'mon...you done already?!"
"ARRRRGH," exclaims the teenager when his legs are twisted in an unusual way. Roberto rises to his feet looking down at his knees for a moment before shoving his palm into Vyle's face. Is Roberto done? Obviously not yet.
COMBATSYS: Roberto successfully hits Vyle with Quick Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Roberto
Vyle tries to get his arms up in time to stop the palm shove coming his way, but he's a little too slow, and as a result, he ends up getting shoved down rather unceremonously to the ground. "NGhh..." Grunting, he turns over, on his stomach as he faces Roberto. "Oh...wanna roll like that, punk? Why not try this then?" Then, with a quick somersault over, the Luchadore rips a page from the great Jushin Liger, trying to drop a heel down onto Roberto's head as he flips over. KOPPOU KICK!
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Roberto with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Roberto
Roberto saw it coming however for some reason he froze like a deer in head lights watching the foot come down upon him. As a matter of fact it was like it was going in slow motion where he could neither move out of the way nor bring his hand up to block. He skidded on the side walk right into a car. Shaking off the cobwebs he moves towards Vyle again but this time Roberto pays homage to the French soccer player Zidane with a nice head butt to the chest.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Roberto's Strong Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Roberto
Headbutt? Who are you, Honda? In any case, as Roberto drops toward Vyle with intents of slamming him with his head, he drops down. "Try again, punk!" he shouts, grinning madly even as his legs whip out toward Roberto's. With all that forward momentum, he's gotta be prime for an easy move like...say...a Drop Toe Hold?
COMBATSYS: Roberto endures Vyle's Fast Throw!
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Roberto
Roberto doesn't resist the drop toe hold. In fact he rolls with the attack before slipping out. He still hits the ground fairly hard. He crawls forward then turns around and taking full advantage of the fact that Vyle is still on the ground, he slides in feet first towards Vyle's face.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Roberto's Sliding Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Roberto
The kick again meets the same fate as before, Vyle dropping his arms down to stop the sliding shot before it can hit his ankles. "Ngh...what are you a one trick pony or something?" he asks, snorting. Then, with a quickl flip over, he tries to swing over Roberto's head, hoping to catch it on the way down as he hits the ground. It would definitely make for one big headache for poor Roberto if he's not careful.
COMBATSYS: Roberto fails to interrupt Strong Throw from Vyle with Shining Save.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Roberto
Roberto originally had planned to meet Vyle up in the air and grab him, however, planning and execution are two very different things and so when Roberto jumps up to catch Vyle, he actually makes it /easier/ for Vyle to grab ahold of his head and as a result the soccer star received a headache a lot greater than the one he would have received if he just stood there and took it. "Oh man..."
Vyle rolls off of his duff after hitting what amounted to a rather nasty neckbreaker on Roberto, smiling widely as looks at the prone Roberto. "Heh...awww, does it hurt pretty baby?" he asks mockingly, smirking. "How sad...." He laughs rather nastily, kicking in Roberto's direction, knocking up clouds of dirt toward the soccer star. Of course, it all wastes time he could use to finish him off...but he's a wrestler. He has to play to the crowd...even if there isn't one.
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Roberto
He slowly rises to his feet in complete disbelief, staring at Vyle. He gasps for deep breaths as he his arms dangle low to the ground. He doesn't say anything. Words are a complete waste of energy right now. He just waits for the finishing blow to come.
COMBATSYS: Roberto drops his guard to recover.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Roberto
Vyle snorts. "Geez, you really are pathetic, aren't you. Just waiting for me to hit you, huh? No pathetic attempt at a last stand? Nothing?" Shaking his head, Vyle sighs. "Figures. Oh well, at least I can send you a message never to **** with me again, huh, soccer *****?!" Then, with a rush, Vyle charges forward. As soon as he gets near Robert, he spins about, arm held up...then....ROLLING ELBOW! ROLLING ELBOW! RO...ok, so he's no Misawa, but it should still hurt pretty badly unless Roberto gets his feet moving again.
COMBATSYS: Roberto blocks Vyle's Fierce Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Roberto
Roberto As the elbow comes, Roberto moves his fist into Vyle's strike and grunting as he intercepts it. He then steps back, turns around and flips backwards throwing his leg out at Vyle with a growl. "Bicycle Kick!"
COMBATSYS: Roberto successfully hits Vyle with Bicycle Kick.
Glancing Blow
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Roberto
It had to be too good to be true. Once Vyle's elbow meets Roberto's fist, the rudo realizes something's amiss. "What the...oh, crap." He barely is able to get himself in motion as Roberto flips over, trying to Bicycle Kick Vyle right in the face. While he's able to bend back to avoid the most of it, he still gets a nice brushback along his nose, and that's painful enough as is. "NGHH!!" Clutching his face, Vyle growls, dropping onto his back. "You little punk!" he snaps, rolling high up onto his back before throwing out a kick of his own, somersaulting back in hopes of smashing the toe of his foot into the goalie as he gets up from the kick.
COMBATSYS: Roberto blocks Vyle's Light Kick.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Roberto
As Roberto starts to stand from from his kick he sees the wrestler somersaulting over him and just as Vyle brings his foot down Roberto brings his fists together above him to stop the attack. Roberto however doesn't completely let the heel get his feet settled as he makes a leap up into the air as he grabs him. If it's successful he'll then shove Vyle back to the ground with a small burst of chi.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Shining Save from Roberto with Relapse.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1 Roberto
No go, Roberto. As the goalie tries to sail over and grab Vyle before he hits the ground, the luchadore is ready. "Uh uh!" Twisting around, Vyle's other leg whips out, snapping right into Roberto's chest and sending him flying up higher into the air. Smirking, Vyle drops to the ground in a crouch. "Here's the finish..." Then, which a lunge up, Vyle catches Roberto in mid-air, grabbing him in a scoop position and turning him to his side. Then, with another twist, he turns until Roberto's nearly upside down, spiking the poor soul into the ground with nasty impact. "NGhhh...." Standing up, Vyle grins, shouting in your usual wrestler announcer voice, "RELAPSE! RELAPSE! OH MY GOD, HE HAS TO BE BROKEN IN HALF!"
Roberto slowly wobbles to his feet, limping as he moves towards the soccer ball. For a moment, Roberto's vision gets blurry before he takes deep breaths. He swings his leg at the ball putting every ounce of his being into the kick. The ball flies towards Vyle engulfed in chi as flies towards Vyle before the ball practically bursts from an explosion of energy. After the kick, Roberto drops to both knees before falling on his face.
COMBATSYS: Roberto can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Roberto's Blazing Strikers.
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Vyle hrms, surprised somewhat that Roberto's able to get back up after taking the Relapse dead on. Still, as broken as Roberto is, his aim can't be perfect. As such, when the chi-fueled strike sails toward him, he finds it rather easy to slip out of the path of the ball. Of course...once it explodes, the rudo can't help but look. "...what the he....where the hell did that come from?!" he snaps, looking back to Roberto. "...hrmph. I guess you got some skills, punky. But you and your fancy pants shorts need to stay on the field. This ring is mine, *****." Snorting disdainfully, he kicks another dust cloud up toward Roberto before making his way back down the street, shaking his head. "Waste of my ****ing time..."
Roberto looks up and around the now currently deserted street and smiles. "Well.. In a way... I did win." He coughs for a bit. "No one other than myself got hurt... I'll accept that victory."
Log created on 15:55:26 10/04/2006 by Roberto, and last modified on 05:59:26 10/05/2006.