Description: In the Duck Pond, three chosen warriors do battle! The audience must decide which one of those four are the King of Cool! Warning: This fight contains massive quantities of sparkles, flirtings, glitter, and failed interrupts. But who will be immortalized as the King of all that is cool??? (Winner: Frei)
And here we are, in the jumpin' night club that is almost more fitting a Def Jam fighting game rather than that of King of Fighters or Street Fighter from past usage and descriptions, a triple threat throwdown ready to shake the foundations of the building and indeed the entire world. It's that awesome. With a all star line up like the wise crackin' wanderer Frei, here to dispense some proverbs and some pain, the adorable Sean here to prove he's cool, and the slightly less awesome than he thinks he is Dong Hwan, who's here because he's broke, this one is sure to go down in the history books.
They wanted style, and Dong Hwan delivers. Decked out in the most trendy mall clothes he could get his hands on at such short notice with the SNF winnings he hadn't blown on food from way back when, that last reserve dough he had stashed under his bed, Dong Hwan has arrived on time to the first SNF in the history of SNFs he's taken part in excluding a particular beach brawl in which he was tangling with a large group of lovely ladies in bathing suits. Notorious for arriving late, not only is he here and ready, but he came /prepared/. The show is about to get on the road, so Dong Hwan breaks away from the mingling with the ladies, rubbing the red out of his cheeks from a combination of lipsticky kisses and slaps--more of the latter than anything--and saunters his way on up to the DJ booth. As he steps up to have a moment to trade words with the DJ, the end result is Dong Hwan passing the good Spin Doctor his last ten dollars and a CD filled with various hip hop dance music from all cultures--local, his own home of Korea, and America, home of the hip hop culture.
So, with that prep work all done, he's working his way to the lowest dance floor, getting in to position for the bout to come. He carries with him one more noteworthy object--a large piece of cardboard. Setting it down on the dancefloor--if it's not already cleared for SNF, Dong Hwan clears it by politely asking by which we mean asking the ladies and shaking his fist angrily at the guys. Either way, hopefully the clearing off of the dance floor, or simply his arrival on the already empty makeshift arena, is enough to draw the attention of his opponents.
We're still a few minutes to official match time, here, folks. It appears Dong Hwan has non punching matters to discuss with his opponents. Now he just has to see if they show up, or hell, if they're already there, waiting for Dong Hwan to explain his antics.
The fanboys had their parcel returned to them once Frei got ahold of this week's rules on his voice mail. He even included a note reading 'Thank you, and sorry about last week. I'll wear whatever you want then. <3'
And then nobody saw or heard from him for four days. Callers at the shrine he lives in were not entertained. Phone calls ignored. Satellite photos came out blurry. Apparently the monk had something on his mind and didn't want to be disturbed, and living in the mountains for a good chunk of your adult life gives you some remarkable insights into making sure if you want to be Left Alone, you most certainly are Left Alone.
What emerged at 4pm, three hours before the time of the fight, wasn't even recognizable.
Apparently Frei cleans up real good when he wants to be hip. The tips of his short-cut, dark red hair lighten to gold at the tips with blonde highlights, and his customary long-tailed headband is entirely absent. He's replaced his black Chinese shirt with a tight green turtleneck covered by a dark grey fleece straight out of the Old Navy catalog, loose-cut khakis and black and silver sneakers. Compared to the hippie-esque presentation the monk usually shows at this kind of affair -- never mind his outlandish use of costumes recently -- the effect is... almost disconcerting.
It's certainly affecting Frei, who is sitting alone at a table sipping coffee out of the brown, recycled containers common at big coffee chains. He looks... uncomfortable in his own skin, oddly quiet and reserved. But the truth is that he's a bishounen by design and aloof is attractive, so there's a small number of girls who are pointing his way and giggling. If he catches their eye he'll give them a small smile and then turn away so the look of confusion and annoyance on his face can't be seen. Something is Seriously Awry with Frei.
... Adorable? S- Sean?? Don't say that out loud, because Sean is anything but if you asked him. He's street-wise, he's hardcore, he's the next big thing, he's just COOL. And he won't let anyone say otherwise.. Granted, for this particular day, he needed a little advice.
While GOLDEN YELLOW is a color he's perfectly comfortable with, he had to ask one of his teams cheerleaders what could make it a bit more striking.. And the answer is in the form of Sean Matsuda making his way to the club, ON TIME, practically drenched in golden glitter. His gi just sparkles and shimmers, as does his footprints with each step, each sneeze causes -silver- glitter to fly out of his hair, "ACHOO! *sniff* Oh man, I may have overdone it a bit.." he thinks to himself, and catching sight of who must be Dong Hwan making his was to the main dancefloor, Seans steps are more hurried, and when he stumbles into the main scene, a few of his 'fans', start a round of:
"Mit-su-bi-shi!" *clap clap clapclapclap*
"Mit-su-bi-shi!" *clap clap clapclapclap*
"Y'ALL ARE HATERS!!!" Sean screams back, shaking a wildly accusing pointer finger to the crowd, "It's -MATSUDA-!!" he corrects for the umpteenth time, his teeth grit afterward. Another sneeze, a burst of glitter, and Sean turns to face DongHwan, a hand on his hip, "Hey, what're you doing, man? Did I misread what kind of fight this is?" He's never really met Dong, but.. Sean is still feeling alarmingly confident. If anything because he is CONVINCED there is no way Frei is going to win this match! Eyes rolling up and hand to his mouth, he titters, imagining Frei swaggering into the club dressed as Herby the Love Bug, "Tee-hee."
Oh man, these guys are better than Dong Hwan thought. And here he was thinking it'd be a shutout in matters of style, and he'd just have a little fun with it all. Well, no point changing plans now, though subconsciously, a hand lifts up to his head when he notices Frei--his hair is still covered by his baseball cap which is on sideways like all the boys down in Dong Hwan's hood used to do. Time to show these wannabe players wha's rilly hood, nahwahmsayin'? But oh man, what happens if his cap is popped off? His hair is dyed red, which normally would be all good but it's old hat now... how will the crowd react? Will they fawn over Dong Hwan's signature do, or snort at his inflexible hair styles? Time will only tell...
New challenger! Sean steps up to the plate. Legs spred a little further than shoulders width, a very odd stance with one hand down behind his back and the other pointing straight out at Sean, Dong Hwan speaks aloud for the first time. "You, me, right here. Dancefight." He goes on to explain after letting Sean savor those words, in one way or another. "See, I figure this here is all about style, so and we're in a dance club, so we should show our moves. Whoever got the best moves can hit first, how about that? And it gives the audience a taste of our skills." Dong Hwan probably didn't even read far enough in to the fight scheduling to know a third person is arriving. "I mean, you look like Michael Jackson, you better at LEAST be able to do the moonwalk, or the thriller dance, or /something/. Seriously, you're visible from space, dude, were you hoping that the glitter would get in my eyes and slow me down?"
Amidst the completely ridiculous challenge from an ever eccentric Kim Dong Hwan, a thought occurs to him, "Doesn't glitter conduct electricity? Ohh, this is gonna be fun... you better dance hard enough to shake that stuff off, aiight?" Coming from the guy who failed middle school science repeatedly. Hopefully, Sean doesn't know anymore about that stuff than the Korean upstart. Either way, it seems like Dong Hwan is giving Sean the first opportunity to perform--assuming he doesn't just clock Dong Hwan in the big stupid head right off the bat, instead.
Don't be stupid, Sean. It was an Optimus Prime costume. Herbie the Love Bug... honestly.
One of the fight promoters comes up to Frei as Sean and Dong Hwan explore the wonders of male bonding, ducking down next to the monk and whispering something to him, then giving a surprised look. Apparently the promoter didn't recognize Frei in that getup... or perhaps was expecting something so entirely counter to what he's getting that there was some sort of disconnect.
Finishing his latte, Frei gets to his feet and walks calmly over to the dance floor and stops just at the edge, leaning back and sitting on the edge of one of the tables nearby, leaning to the side and giving a wave to the high school couple sitting there. "What's up?" he says in greeting, suddenly smiling in a charming way. In fact, if one didn't know better, they'd call it an 'Alma smile'. If you're going to try and be popular, there are worse models.
Turning back to the dance floor he gives Sean and Dong Hwan a wave. "You two can just settle that, then... when you're done playing around," he pushes off the table and hops to his feet, brushing his hands off on his slacks. "...we can get started."
Sean has the worlds more dangerous weapon.. POTENTIAL. Or.. Something. Sean is well aware there's a third member of this throwdown, so it makes the TKD fighters proposition a little perplexing, "You and me?" he repeats, not seeming too sold on the idea. If anything, because he knows he can't dance very well.
His hand slaps over his eyes the very moment Dong claims he looks like Michael Jackson. God. He's heard -that- one a billion times, ".. Ungh.. I.. I.." A Dance Fight?? His eyes cross a moment, and then he declares aloud, pointing to Dong Hwan, "I REFUSE!" Dramatic pause!!
... But no follow up. After a moment, he stands up normally, and forces out laugh, "Haaa ha ha ha! M- Man, a dance b- battle? Sorry my man, but I think you're trying waaay too hard! Hahahah!" and his eyes shift as he mumbles, "Yes.. Excellent cover, Sean.. Heh heeh."
He waves a hand to Frei, grinning, "Hey!" and then looks back to DongHwan, "No, all my style and flash is going into this match-up, and we're gonna get started as soon as Frei gets here.. Whenever that time may be." he crosses his arms, his brows furrowing, "Hey, who are you supposed to be, anyway? Some sort of Hip-Hop version of Kim Kaphwan? I bet that dude doesn't even know you! Baaaa ha ha ha haa!" And does glitter conduct electricity? He has no clue why Dong would even ask that. Man, this is SO in the bag.
"So you can't dance, I gotcha." Dong Hwan says, rolling his eyes and waving a hand dismissively at Sean. "Should've known you don't got moves. I mean, just look at that getup..." A shake of his head. "Alright, fine, I'll be sporting and just let you have the first shot." He leans forward, sticking his chin out for Sean, putting his hands on his hips after using one to point at his chin. "Come on, let's see your best shot, right here. What've you got, little man."
Now, Somehow, there's very good odds that Dong Hwan doesn't intend on just letting Sean hit him. That said, even if he didn't, his eyes roll to the side, distracted as Frei shows up to the ring? "Ah? Oh, yeah, I've gotta fight both of you today. Huh." He says, this sudden epiphany causing him to shrug slightly--whether or not it comes naturally for the others, a cool demeanor comes natural to Dong Hwan, which is actually a by product of that brain thing he was diagnosed with as a child. "Hey, you're a dashing boy. Too bad the ladies really go wild for rugged good looks like I have." He says, lifting a hand up to rub at his chin--of course, he can't grow so much as sideburns, so that's pretty much all talk, but still.
Anyway, all that talking in the past, his eyes close, seeming quite comfortable to let Sean get the first shot, on him specifically, if that's what the shotokan... like... fighter is planning on. The comments about Kim Kaphwan aren't even responded to--Dong Hwan is all for severing ties to his totally lame--but strong--justice! loving father.
COMBATSYS: DongHwan has started a fight here.
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Dong Hwan's comment actually makes Frei grin. To those who know the monk, it's actually an unpleasant-looking expression on his face... It's not a man expressing joy with his facial expressions, but disdain, wry amusement, condesencion. In short, he's looking down his nose at the Tae Kwon Do Kid. "'Rugged', huh..." he says with a smirk, dropping into stance, a much tighter stance than Frei's normal, loose tai chi pose.
The monk flickers a gaze at Sean, and then back at Dong Hwan. "Is that a joke? Rugged. Right. I guess if Reuben Studdard can win American Idol, you might have a chance with 'rugged'." He flexes his fingers, pulling black leather fighting gloves out of his pockets and pulling them on. "Of course, at least you don't look like a Vegas lounge act, so I guess you've got a leg up on Sean."
COMBATSYS: Frei has joined the fight here.
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Sean... he just sort of stands there for a little while, looking between the two, Frei and DongHwan that is, and then his teeth grit again, "WHAT??" he sputters, "Who are you accusing of being unable to dance? I've got moves from my head to my shoes!" he takes a small step back as he says this, doing his best at this standpoint to keep a level head. Well, Dong wasn't entirely uncool, the way he carries himself is actually quite admirable.
After a good look at the red-head though, it's like a double-shock, and Sean nearly chokes, taking another step back. Could it be? I.. There's no way! Is that -Frei-?? Oh this was not good, he knows a large percentage of this age groups girls LOVE a man who's even prettier than they are, his jaw dropping as he feels a slight dizzy spell, "O.. Oh no.." Sean mumbles to himself. This was not good for Sean, not at all, suddenly he's wondering if there is something wrong he did after all. Clearly the only option Sean had here was to WIN before he gets obliterated, and taking a free shot was a good way to start that, "RRGH!" he groans, and he practically leaps forward, his fist drawn back exaggeratedly far, and then just goes all out with a massive swing toward Donghwans chin, Sean nearly falling over from the amount of power he's putting into that strike! WOOH!
COMBATSYS: Sean has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: DongHwan parries Sean's Fierce Punch!
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He's just not there. Where did he go? Sean's Fierce Punch connects with air, but his does feel something--and it quickly become apparent that Dong Hwan jumped straight up at a lightning fast speed, and in a defiance of gravity which is actually just Dong Hwan hovering at the peak of his jump at just the right spot, Sean finds Dong Hwan standing on his outstretched arm. "Ohh! What happened? Sucker."
Now, Sean might actually fall over if Dong Hwan's plan falls in to place, being that the golden boy is off balance already--Dong Hwan takes advantage of that, deciding to try something particularly flashy right off the bat. In the extra second or two of time granted to him by his faultless defense, of a sort, Dong Hwan, from his position standing on Sean--although he's not really standing there, just kind of hanging mid jump and maneuvering in air and making it look like he can defy physics--plants one foot on his shoulder and uses it to spring board up in to the air. His arms are stretched out straight to either side, and hardly move as his body makes a full 360 around them as though they were an axel and he was a wheel. A long, slender wheel. Anyway, the end result is one aerial flip, with both of his heels connecting with the back of Sean's head if all goes as planned, sending him sliding to the ground--Dong Hwan landing delicately in the place that Sean once was, facing the opposite direction. Of course, it all depends if he can even hit his opponent, really.
Oh, did I mention the numbing effect of the electric energy wrapped around his legs as he performs this aerial technique, giving his attack an extra charge? Oh yes, I'm pretty sure I did, definitely. Dong Hwan doesn't have the humorous charm of Sean or the good looks of Frei, but he's got the moves, and a confidence for days. Also, he has baggy pants.
Frei can't help but laugh at the antics of Dong Hwan and Sean (Dong Sean?). After all, they are acting fairly funny. Even if he weren't affecting 100% of a 'cool nihilist' sort of demeanor, he thinks of male posturing pretty dimly as is. So this act isn't as far from the real Frei as one might imagine. "You two are so cute," he says with a smile. "Just like my brothers used to roughhouse back when they were 12 or so."
Watching Sean and Dong Hwan's moves, the monk makes an easy sort of ducking dash forward and judges distance, then reaches out with one hand and attempts to snag Dong Hwan's wrist; if he can get purchase he suddenly twists and shifts momentum in an aikido-type toss, flipping the Kim scion to the ground behind him.
COMBATSYS: Sean dodges DongHwan's Raimei Zan EX.
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"............." There is a moment of frozen time in which Sean is just totally standing there frozen, with Dong Hwan standing there on his arm. In all honesty, Sean actually cannot even FATHOM how the TKD fighter can stand there on his arm despite seeing it, and then he continues to fall forward, threatening to fall flat on his face, "Hrkk- why you..." he growls, and he doesn't even see the attack coming, doesn't seem to sense the electricity crackling, no nothing.
Sean CLUMSIES his way out of the attack, tilting on one foot and falls flat on his side, sliding a bit along the dance floor while Dong manages to hit nothing but air himself. "Nnf!" a brief pause, and then suddenly he's got his chin propped up by his palm, his other arm on his suddenly lifted knee, "Of course.. That was my plan all along! I'm sorry good man, did I just make you totally brick when I looked completely open?? Baaa ha ha ha haa! ... Ahhh.." he's just going to chill for for a second, and watch as Frei takes his shot at Dong this time. And in the process he suddenly sits up, looking to be fuming as he clenches his fist, "What did you say, Frei??" he yells, "Your Playboy ass is gonna get it!" How he plans to do this, however, well.. He'll actually have to think about that one for a second.
COMBATSYS: Sean focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: DongHwan dodges Frei's Medium Throw.
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Okay, Dong Hwan has to act quick to make it look like he didn't just totally whiff the attack he put so much effort in to. As he lands, dropping straight as a pin, his arms are remained held out to the side so he stands like a T, given a second to decide how exactly he should move for the maximum awesomeness, before his options are severely limited by a certain someone.
"Woah now, easy tiger." Dong Hwan says as he jumps back a short way out of Frei's reach but not far enough to lose his opportunity to return fire. "Those look like expensive shoes." Dong Hwan suddenly comments, his eyes looking down to Frei's feet. A leg lifts up in to the air, exaggerated in height, before, assuming Frei doesn't do anything, BOOM, slams down right on one of Frei's toes, his body leaning forward to put him back in an appropriate range. Now that's a serious puma smudge--and it's made even worse by a spark of electricity that snaps out when he stomps down, his physical power and spiritual might both going in to the impact. Sean is all but forgotten about, for the moment, at least.
COMBATSYS: DongHwan successfully hits Frei with Shiden Kyaku.
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Apparently that's the right combination of techniques to break through Frei's guard. The monk slips a hand low to press against Dong Hwan's leg and push away the kick, but he's not fast enough and the impact sends a crackle of lightning flowing up his arm. However, it's not enough to do any serious damage, and Frei remains standing, looking darkly impassive. He doesn't press the counterattack; instead he stays where he is, slipping into stance very slowly and exaggeratedly, an aura of power radiating from his body as he does so. "I don't pay attention to how much my shoes cost," he says dismissively. "Though if you want to look at them up close, I'm sure I can arrange it."
COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.
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Ain't that the truth, once Sean's on his feet again even -he- has to be alittle impressed by that display.. Oh, you're a slippery one, DongHwan, yes you are.. But Sean is grinning. He's grinning like a maniac as he storms forward to make good on his word, his fist pulled back as he makes a mad dash toward Frei with his fist drawn back, growing closer and closer to the glowing bishy..
But then something went horribly HORRIBLY wrong. The girls that were fawning over Frei? He can FEEL their evil stares piercing at him from the side, and Sean moves into slow motion, his steps and fist slowing down as he breaks a sweat, "... Nnggh... Muuuuust.... Hiiiiiiit...." and then he stops, hand shaking in place, his eyes maddeningly wide, "nngggnnggggghh!!"
And then he just twists 270 degrees to punch the possibly unsuspecting DongHwan in the side of the head instead, "YOU!!"
COMBATSYS: Sean successfully hits DongHwan with Jab Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Apparently, Dong Hwan was thrown off by Sean's sudden change of targets. This is why Dong Hwan took a pause to relax, licking his lips lazily, quite possibly distracted by a hot plate of clams on the bar--or more likely a hot piece of ass--and ends up with him biting his own tongue when Sean wallops him in the mouth. "Augh, crap!" He hisses, stepping back a short ways and holding his mouth. He collects himself quickly, though, wiping his mouth and spitting off to the side. No, no blood, just saliva--it's a gesture of disdain more than anything.
Now how exactly does one reply to this injustice? Oh yeah, now I remember. "Step aside, Junior." Dong Hwan says to Sean, having calmed quickly--and a second later a hand flies up to deliver one serious backhand to Sean, trying to smack him right out of the way. Time to show ya how my pimp hand is way strong--y'know, if Sean isn't faster than he looks, again.
Something about this situation isn't right.
When Frei comes out of his power-gathering stance, he looks... dazed. Sean and Dong Hwan are going at it and something in Frei's head just... clicks off. His green eyes go glassy, as if he were looking at some far distant thing. And finally, he snaps.
"I CANNOT BE THIS PERSON."
VAULTING across the dance floor, the monk lands not in front of the still-struggling young men he's supposed to be fighting, but... the DJ. Thrusting a CD at him, he mouths 'track 5!' and then turns to the dance floor. "Screw this 'who's coolest' nonsense," he mutters, and then grabs the front of fleece, tearing it off in a display of uncharacteristic Hulkness. Underneath, tucked into the khakis, is his normal black and gold oversize Chinese shirt, which he untucks, then yanks off the khakis to reveal denim shorts underneath. He finally just gives up on the shoes, kicking them off into the crowd without a care.
As he does so, "Charlie's Angels 2000" starts on the sound system.
Holding his hands in front of him with a grin, the monk gathers an immense ball of blue-white chi, which begins to glitter in the light of the dance floor, sending prisms of light everywhere. "So, we're supposed to be the 'coolest', huh? Fine! Gentlemen... prepare to get OUTRAGEOUSLY 'chill'!" Heaving the orb at the two struggling fighters, Frei snaps his fingers... and it erupts into a MASSIVE burst of ice crystals, sending even more sparkles of light all around the room like a disco ball.
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Sean with Hyoushou Rengeki.
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COMBATSYS: Sean fails to interrupt Strong Punch from DongHwan with Tomoe Nage.
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It is a very important lesson for -all- the good little boys and girls to learn. Yes, todays lesson is for certain, there is nothing cooler than BEING YOURSELF. Really, Frei's cry is inspiring, it's a reminder to Sean just what being cool is all about.
However on the other hand, cool is also totally pwning your opponent! Sean's got a little something for Dong, though, when he sees the hand upraised, he can practically SEE how he would like this to turn out. 'Aw dude, your ass is SO GRASS', Sean thinks to himself, his hand sweeping upward at the last moment in an attempt to catch Dongs hand that just totally STRUCK him across the face, "AUGH!" Sean spins around in a complete circle, not once, but twice and then staggers and stumbles in front of Dong Hwan. One could practically hear the FINISH HIM during the moment, where he meets his untimely fate with Frei's major ice blast. In a way that he ain't gonna like. No sir, not one bit.
COMBATSYS: DongHwan slows Hyoushou Rengeki from Frei with Large Thrown Object.
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Hum. Hapless victim standing in front of him. Large ball of energy coming his way. Decisions, decisions.
Dong Hwan has less time to think about such things, but comes up with the answer all the same. With ample speed if not quite enough, he grabs Sean by the legs, doing one full rotation with the only slightly smaller fighter, before flinging him through the air straight in to the giant ball of chi. Unfortunately his human chucking aim is not perfect with anyone but Jae Hoon with whom he's mastered the technique, so Sean goes somewhat wide, only clipping the orb of pain. He is, however, hopefully sent towards Frei, and away from Dong Hwan, not that the distance will make a huge difference in the end. Dong Hwan, meanwhile, is left open for the remainder of Frei's blast, hitting him fully--though it smacks against him, it doesn't tear up his nice clothes, getting a grunt of displeasure out of the Korean but little more. Sean's brush with ouch did happen to make the hurting somewhat less for Dong Hwan. Poor Sean, today is just not his day.
Dong Hwan, after throwing Sean and getting hit by a somewhat dampened Chi blast, wanders off the dance floor, although he won't be gone long and is definitely still in harms way. It appears he's getting some assistance, though. If people are going to be shooting at him, he'll need some cover...
The change in Frei is palpable. Maybe it's the theme music. Maybe it's the costume change. Who can tell? But his entire aura is different. The Old Navy getup lies, discarded, in a heap by the DJ's booth. In the last lingering afterglows of the localized icestorm he just unleashed, he's grinning, and this time it's very much the grin of someone enjoying himself.
There is a whistle. From offstage, suddenly, comes a long, fluttering black shape: either Frei's long-tailed Sakura-style headband, or a reasonable facsimile. Either way, it completes the ensemble as the monk snatches it out of the air and ties it around his head.
Noting Dong Hwan's attempt to make some sort of escape, he grins and cracks his knuckles, setting his bare feet against the cold dance floor, he suddenly dashes forward toward the Tae Kwon Do fighter, looking to snag his grip around Dong Hwan's arm. "Going already, tough guy?" he asks cheerily. "That's a shame!" If he can get a grip? Frei suddenly twists and all but slams Dong Hwan face-first into the dance floor at speed, a burst of green motes of light at the point of impact the only visual representation of the crushing force of Earth chi Frei uses to enhance the impact. "I kinda like 'rugged' guys!"
Sean takes another small trip after that explosion of icy goodness, laying face down on the dance floor. Then suddenly remembering what's at stake, he leaps up to his feet and clenches his hands into fists, "Wait! I'm not dead yet!!" he yells to his opponents!
Who seem to be, at the moment, going at it on their own for a moment. With a nice shiner on his cheek, he can only feel bitterness toward Dong; and in his opinion, seems to have a decent lead with the audience so he'll be joining Frei in a beatdown, whether Frei gets the throw or not, Sean whips his hand foward, fingertips spread out neatly as he falls into a crouch. Yes, suddenly there is a Basketball, red and white in pattern, being spun wildly at Dong like a dodgeball.. Where did it come from? Who knows!
"Face my ultimate technique: The Demoralizer!!" Demoralizing how? Well, if that ball manages to get in contact with DongHwan's face, in abruptly explodes!
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits DongHwan with Daichi Kudaki.
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COMBATSYS: DongHwan overcomes Basketball from Sean with Large Thrown Object.
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Where was Dong Hwan going? He ended up getting just a short way from the dancefloor--just a few steps off, really--leaning over a chair at a table a trio of young ladies he'd skillfully scouted out happen to be occupying. One chair remains untaken.
Unfortunately, Dong Hwan can't escape Frei's wrath. "Hey, babes, how about you and me hook up after the fight?" Dong Hwan has just enough time to slip one of the girls his number in the form of a shred of paper, before he's thrown off by Frei, colliding with the arena they've cooked up for themselves. "Woah," He says as he's hoisted, "Oof!" He adds loudly as he's slammed. That did hurt a bit.
But what's this?! The chair he was leaning over when he was flirting with the ladies came with him! Shock! Horror! He has just enough time to use said chair, picking himself up off the floor, to lob it at Sean, smacking the basketball away and moving onward to slam against the unsuspecting fighter! Uh, he hopes, at least.
The girls Dong Hwan was flirting with are left with only Frei's mile-wide grin once the monk sends the Kim scion crashing to the floor. With a laugh, he gives them a jaunty salute. "Hope you're enjoying the show. We do birthdays and bar mitzvahs too," he quips, before hopping back on the stage. His smile doesn't waver an inch even as Dong Hwan's thrown chair passes mere centimeters in front of his face. "Man, I cannot believe I let myself get all caught up in that poser coolness nonsense," he says breathily.
Spinning once in place, Frei starts moonwalking back away from both Dong Hwan and Sean to a neutral 'corner', before busting into a series of white boy dance moves that ends with him back in stance, fists down at his sides and that same aura of power washing off him. In fact, his chi resonates with the very lightning, strobing color throughout the room. "I am back in business. You want flashy?" He suddenly strums an air guitar and the colored lights double in intensity. "I've got the PATENT, jerks!"
COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: Sean overcomes Large Thrown Object from DongHwan with Hadou Burst.
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COMBATSYS: DongHwan just-defends Sean's Hadou Burst!
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Sean sets an arm on his knee, grinning not QUITE like a maniac, but broad enough to hide the disappointment of Dong managing to negate his attack, that surely would have lowered Dongs 'score' as it were, ".. Why you.." he grumbles to himself, and his hands draw backward, getting up just slightly from his feet, "Guess it's time for plan 'B'," as the chair comes flying his way, Sean lets out a deep grunt, white sparks of energy crackling about his hands until a familiar to mosts orange ball of chi flickers into existance, wind bursting from seemingly nowhere that tosses the looser parts of his gi about, "Playtime is over, pal! Prepare to devour a MAJOR lesson in Ansatsuken Ass-Kicking 101!!!" and his palms burst forward, that orb exploding with a bright white aura that obliterates that piece of furniture and continues it's beeline toward Dong!
And then his eyes half-lid in response to Frei's outburst. Flashy? FREI? Possibly, but that doesn't stop him from cupping his hands at his mouth and yelling, "BOOOO! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
As the chair is smashed in to itty bitty pieces by Sean's display of chi which is... about on par with every other hadouken he ever met, if more tiring, a hand snaps up in to the air, his palm pointing directly at the Hadouken. As the Hadouken smacks against his palm, he's already talking by the time it dissipates. "I've stopped bigger Hadoukens than that one, little man." Like quite possibly a Large Hadouken. If you know what I'm getting at.
His hand is shaken off, lifted up so he can blow on it, before dropping it to his side. A hand lifts up to wave dismissively. "Give me like twenty seconds, jeez." Dong Hwan says, wandering on away from the dancefloor yet again. "Flail at each other, I'll be right back." Where is he going? Why, up to another set of ladies, since chances with the last group probably disappeared when he was flung like a ragdoll. He mumbles to himself as he wanders off, but as he draws closer he returns to his typical confident--arrogant even--walk, expression, and the whole nine. "Hey ladies, how about you be my cheerleaders for the rest of the fight? I gotta fight, you all get people cheering my name, yeah?" He proposes, hoping for the best. About all he's getting so far is bemused smirks, but who knows. Of course, he is, uh, technically still in a fight, and has to worry both about wooing the ladies and getting club punched in the back of the head, but he does have this way of making himself oblivious to remain cool and collected when he needs to be--and aware when he needs to be awesome and flashy, too.
COMBATSYS: DongHwan takes no action.
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Frei watches Dong Hwan's langour with... amusement. In fact, he outright laughs. But then he looks at Sean too and can't help but grin. "Man, kids these days crack me up," he says sweetly, walking over to the edge of the floor and leaning over the edge toward a table where two girls are drinking. He indicates one of their glasses with a raised eyebrow and they titter, so he snags one of the drinks and takes a sip before turning back to the floor.
"I mean... you can be 'cool' if you want to mold yourself to whatever other people want, but where's your sense of self if you do that?" he asks, locking his fingers together and stretching. "I'm not cool, I guess. I'll probably lose this match. But I'd rather lose as a loser than win as one, if that makes any sense." He starts walking toward Sean. "I mean, dude... you're just trying too hard. That's how they get you."
Then he thrusts out his hand and explodes a ball of golden chi in Sean's face at point-blank range. "Or they, like, explode a ball of chi in your face at point-blank range."
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Sean with Hizashi.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Sean, on the other hand, isn't quite as amused at Frei is. In fact, Seans jaw drops again in complete disbelief as he goes off to mac on the ladies. He raises a hand, pointing, and stammers, "Wh- B- But.. But.. Wh.. HEY MAN, WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" Grr!
Sean rubs the back of his head in frustration, looking then to Frei and just frowns. Have a little sympathy, he's just been completely emasculated by Dong! "... I'm gonna kill him," he grumbles, his cheeks red in embarassment, then says to Frei, "Hey! I ain't trying hard nothing, I am NATURALLY cool! And that reverse psychology crap isn't going to work on -me-, it's totally NOT cool to say that you aren't cool, contrary to popular bel-" BAM!!!! Sean thought it was just a normal attack, so when his hand sweeps up to catch Frei's palm, he ends up getting washed away in an explosion of glittery, goldeny, crispity crunchety peanut-buttery chi goodness. He reels backward then crashes flat onto his back, legs comically flopping into the air once he hits the dance floor again, "......... Aw man, this sucks," he grumbles, coughing a bit of smoke, and then kip-ups to his feet, "Rrrgh are you even listening! I'm the prodigy of Ken Masters! That makes me #1 already, man!!" to emphasise that point, Sean lurches forward, and just flat out tries to swing a big right hook across Frei's cheek, not quite as insanely unleashed as his first blow, "HAAAH!"
"Yeah, it'll be great, you get the crowd shouting my name and--oh, hold on, I gotta run in on this, ladies." He says, scooping up another chair that is unoccupied--god, he likes these things today, huh?--starting off on a decent pace towards the hopefully but unlikely unaware Frei.
"Call me, sexy," The Korean playboy says on his way towards the other fighters, over his shoulder to one of the girls he just departed. His walk is slow, he's in no hurry as he's got no one pressuring him at the moment--and it's only a matter of time to determine how good Frei's multitasking is. Will he notice Dong Hwan's approach while dealing with Sean at the same time, or will he be flattened? Some chairs were harmed in the making of this attack.
COMBATSYS: Sean successfully hits Frei with Medium Punch.
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COMBATSYS: Frei just-defends DongHwan's Random Weapon!
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Well, it looks like Frei's time to get attacked has come back in force. He makes a token attempt to deflect Sean's punch but fury drives Mr. Matsuda's first onward to Frei's jaw, which makes his head turn a bit. "If you know you're number one, who do you need to prove it to?" he asks, genuinely curious. He doesn't even turn as Dong Hwan comes in with the chair; pressing out two fingers on his left hand, the monk stops the chair's momentum entirely but tweaking the points of resistance. It hangs in the air for a second until Frei puts his finger down and the chair drops to the floor with a clatter.
...And coming right behind it is Frei's other hand, glowing with a blazing nimbus of multicolored light. The monk's jade-green eyes are heavily lidded as he turns to Dong Hwan and says, in a low tone, "Kid, you're going to have to try something nastier than a chair to knock me down." And then he pushes his palm forward, exploding a massive, invisible forceblast of energy at the Kim scion, the air rippling with the force of the displaced air.
To who? Sean doesn't even need to think for even half of a moment to answer that one after laying down that big punch, "To all the people who don't even get my -name- right for starters!" he yells back, "I've got a laundry list of people, what point are you trying to make here?" And when Dong comes back into the scene and gets his attack stopped cold, Sean blurts, "Oh I didn't forget about you! Git your sorry self back over there!" the attack is almost simultaneous, his right foot raising and then snapping outward about the same moment the explosive chi comes back into play, and then rants at Frei again, "You know what this match is going to make me? UNDISPUTABLY cool! That is a seriously -badass- title, you know!"
COMBATSYS: Sean successfully hits DongHwan with Light Kick.
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COMBATSYS: DongHwan blocks Frei's Fukami Reikai.
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Well, Sean wasn't getting his attention, unfortunately. Which is why the light kick gets through--and still doesn't hurt quite as bad as the punishment laid on him by Frei. However, the attack by Frei did more than hurt his arms and ego. It damaged his threads. "Oh no you didn't." Dong Hwan says as he looks down to his Abercrombie sleeves, frowning deeply at this slight to his honor. "It's ruined... ruined!" He shouts as he grabs his shirt, tearing it right off of his body, exposing his bare chest and rippling muscle... well, okay, he's more... lean and cut than muscular. Still, he's /bare/ now. At least one lady in the audience gasps, and other's "ooh". Dong Hwan has some fans at least!
COMBATSYS: DongHwan focuses on his next action.
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The monk's lecture on coolness continues unabated even as he twirls away from his flashy finisher, his hand still glowing, but the light changing from many colors to a dim, nearly black shade of purple. "Screw those haters, man. I mean... you say that, but you don't live it. Of course, you could end up like this guy..." Frei says as he spins completely around and whips his hand out at Dong Hwan, a crescent of purple light orbited by a spark of pure silver flickering through the air at the Tae Kwon Do fighter like Xena's chakram. "Sure, he thinks he's cool, but all he does is hit on girls to prove to himself he's cool. Is that cool? What IS cool?"
"........" Sean blinks a couple of times as his fists lower a bit, and stares a bit stunned at Frei. Really, the monk makes an interesting point, not living it? How accurate may that be, exactly? And is it what Dong Hwan doing -really- not cool? Well, it is kinda lazy. And it's pretty disrespectful. But.. Is that what the people WANT?
Sean could ponder all of that very carefully... OR he can suddenly bust out laughing, pointing a finger at Frei as tears trickle down his cheeks, "Wh- D.. Did you just sa.. Wh... Holy crap, you just said 'hater'!! BWAHAHAHAH! O- OH MAN! That.. That's just so -weird-, aaaaaaaaaahahahaha! WOOOOOH!"
He's not paralyzed with laughter though and sad to say, Dong Hwan has become the target yet again as a result, "Hey wait a minute, he's right!" his laughter coming to a complete halt as he bursts forward, leaps, and dives at Dong, in such a way that if things go his way he'll not only tackle after the chakrum of energy, but he's going to take Dong right off of the stage and right into one of the spectators tables, "QUIT HOGGING THE CHICKS!"
COMBATSYS: DongHwan endures Sean's Sean Tackle.
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COMBATSYS: DongHwan fails to interrupt Tsukikage from Frei with Ore-sama Hou-Ou Kyaku.
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Sean
COMBATSYS: DongHwan can no longer fight.
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Sean
Well, I'll tell you what isn't cool, and when I do, you'll understand why interrupting with Maxes is risky business.
So Dong Hwan had this great idea to use Sean as momentum to totally whack Frei, right. And it was going smooth right until the part where he died. Somehow, Sean tackles him roughly the same time as he's blasted by Frei's chi, resulting in, well, him going right to the ground and not getting back up. "Mm... Ah... think I'm gonna lie down for a minute here." And after that, he's out cold, no energy left to continue moving, let alone fighting.
With a hmph, Frei dusts his hands off on his shorts and nods at Dong Hwan once. "And that's that, I guess... alright. Just you and me, Sean," he says carefully, getting into stance once more and gathering his energy. Doing all these flashy chi moves takes energy, after all. "Screw the people who can't remember your name, who make fun of you, screw trying to be Ken Masters... just show me why you yourself are cool." It's not a taunt, or at least it doesn't come across that way. It's an honest encouragement. SOMEBODY ought to get something out of this fiasco.
COMBATSYS: Frei gathers his will.
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Frei 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Sean
As John Madden would say, BOOM! He's on his back! Sean actually takes a moment to rise up from his tackle, and as he does so, grins like a maniac again, a fist raised into the air, "Haha! Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah!!" he yells, and then peers down over Donghwan, pointing a finger down at him, "You got knocked theeeee FUGGOUT!" he declares quite proudly.
And then turns, hops- no, leaps back onto the dance floor, in a slight crouch. He lets out a small huff of air, lips twisting up at Frei's display of energy gathering.. God, he would kill to be able to do that himself, instead he's just going to have to rely on his tenacity pretty much like he normaly does.. But it puts a bit of stress on a guy! ".. Eh?" he asks a bit blankly, "Man, I don't even know what you're asking of me, so enough talking about things we can't comprehend!"
The Brazillian Bomber bursts forward yet again, dropping into a slide to try and scissor his legs around Frei's. Should he manage to get that clutch, a sharp twist would send Frei falling flat on his face into the ground, in which then Sean slips up to rest one knee into the monks back, while his cupped hands slip under the mans chin and proceeds to bend the man backward a few times, "Let's fight!"
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Sean's Medium Throw.
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Frei 1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1 Sean
Oh, it kinda works. The scissor takedown catches Frei by surprise, and he heads toward the floor... but catches himself with his hand before hitting it, flipping up and into a one-armed handstand before Sean can finish his followup. Grinning wildly, the monk suddenly shouts "Hup!" and... hops forward, springing off that single arm and looking to land his feet on Sean's now-open shoulders and then hop to safety on the basketballer's opposite side. "And to think those islanders venerated you as a god."
COMBATSYS: Sean dodges Frei's Fast Throw.
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Sean... isn't exactly sure what it was Frei was trying to do but he does manage to flip off of the Brazillian Bomber, leaving him standing there with a slightly confused look on his face. ".....uh."
He turns around, and then laughs, "Oh -man-, that was totally awesome! They did the right thing, you know! What better god of fire, than a man who's ON FIRE!" not in the literal sense, as Sean sprints forward once more, attempting to clutch Frei by his shirt- And should he manages that, he then lurches forward to slam a headbutt into the monks grill, "It was just a taste of my future! BOOYOW!"
COMBATSYS: Frei endures Sean's Medium Punch.
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Frei 1/-======/=======|=======\==-----\1 Sean
Oh man! The headbutt! The ultimate equalizer! Especially with a skull as hard as Sean's! There's a mighty *CRACKTHUD* as the Brazilian's head smashes into the monk's. A collective breath is drawn in.
Silence.
And then, the laughing starts. Frei just starts laughing, even as he whips up his hand, once again glowing a rainbow of colors, and then thrusts it right into Sean's stomach as long as he made the mistake of getting too close. "You know, if a chair's not gonna do it, your head is certainly not up to the task." Curling and then uncurling his hands, the monk unleashes a massive forceblast at point-blank range.
COMBATSYS: Sean blocks Frei's Fukami Reikai.
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Frei 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Sean
"HWAAAAAAAHHH!!" Sean cries in a Bruce-Lee like manner once the headbutt lands, and he shakes his extended fist violently. However, when Frei starts laughing like some crazy-guy who just got head-butted, Sean can't help but blink a few times in confusion, "... Erk.. Maybe I hit him a little too hard," he murmurs to himself.. But to Frei's words, Sean can only grin in response, replying, "... Oh I dunno about that, it's pretty amazing what a hard-headed fighter can do!" Pointblank range of explosive energy isn't going to do it this time around,
Sean holds his arms tightly to his sides, growls deeply and then thrusts his own palms forward; it's like patty-cake, only the explosive energy, by some crazy miracle of chi-science, is blasted of in various other directions while still knocking himself back.. In which he blows at his hands furiously, "Aahh!! Crap! Aurgh!" he howls, and at the flip of a switch is leaping toward Frei again, to try to force him into a headlock. He squeezes down pretty intensely if he manages to get the hold, and then snaps his knee up to pop Frei one right in the forehead before letting go, "Hyah!"
COMBATSYS: Frei fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Sean with Fast Throw.
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Frei 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 Sean
Okay, maybe Sean DID hit Frei too hard. The monk seems like he's going to try and grab Sean's hand as it comes in but instead he ends up... throwing his hand WAY past the Brazilian fighter's head off to the side. Which he doesn't have time to mull over since Sean takes his chance to deliver some serious punishment. The monk stumbles back a few steps, producing the most fascinating impromptu Watusi in the history of man.
The DJ, against the laws of probability, starts playing the "Hawaii 5-0" theme.
"Ugh..." the monk mutters, holding his forehead. "How could this get any worse."
Sean stomps his foot hard onto the dance floor after the simple but effective hold and strike, and then throws his fists up into the air, "Aaaaaaaaah!!" he punches at his own head a couple of times until the skin breaks and a trickle of blood run down his face, "Now I'm really fired up!" he cries, meanwhile on this inside his heart is pounding like crazy. He was worried for a while that the margin was just too great for him to make a comeback in time.. But not victory isn't looking to be very far away, he's still got a chance! Undisputed coolness, that's definatly what he wants, he's gotta keep going!
However the moment of intense dramata is cut off by the sudden choice of music that nearly makes him fall over and cry, ".. Are you -nuts-??" to the DJ. Ahhh well, Sean isn't going to hold up, a couple of quick hops forward again allows Sean to get in close, and go for the Coup De Gras! It the all-out burst starts with him lowering his shoulder to try and smash Frei in the chest, "At the buzzer!!"
COMBATSYS: Sean successfully hits Frei with Hyper Tornado.
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And that's just the beginning of the combination that follows, "Hup!!" a bit of a sparkle in his eye, Sean immedietly follows up with two quick uppercuts, one after the other into the monk. He twists his hips, following up with a high roundhouse kick, golden glitter puffing off of the gi pants upon contact, and then a kick with his opposite foot knocks Frei upward in the perfect position of the tornado triple kick that follows, "Hyaa! Haah! NYAAAH!" and then to finish it off, Sean twirls around in the air, and a final heel drop kick knocks his opponenet right back down onto the dancefloor, with the Brazillian Bomber following close after, and war cry's once more, "Yeaaaaaaaaaah!"
Oh dear god.
We can summarize and just say that Sean beats the BEJEEZUS out of Frei. It really is quite fantastic. The sun glints off Sean as he rises, triumphant, through the air in slow motion, the dance floor lights highlighting him. Frei meanwhile hits the floor like a rag doll. The crowd goes wild.
And of course, the soundtrack for this? DA DA DADA DAAAA DAAAAA DADA DA DA DAAAAAAAAAA o/~
All is calm. Frei appears to be out cold. Things actually go quiet for a split second.
And then the monk LEAPS to his feet, thrusting both hands at Sean and exploding a massive colorful chi firework at the Brazilian's face. "I AM NOT DONE HERE, MORTALS!"
COMBATSYS: Sean fails to interrupt Hizashi from Frei with Sean Tackle.
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Frei 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Sean
Sean does.. He DOES! And it's pretty damn awesome, if Sean didn't say so himself. However, much to Seans shock, (and the cringe of having to head the music that follows), Frei gets back up. But he doesn't just get back up, he practically LEAPS up at Sean nearly scaring the crap out of him, "AAAAAH KILL IT!" Sean yells, practically football diving at the monk once more. Only uh, he doesn't exactly manage to land the tackle before the fireworks explode, knocking the brazillian off to the side and lay him down flat for a moment, and takes out some of that momentum, ".... Ow.." he sputters, sitting up and rubs at his bruised face, ".. Crap, I thought for sure that'd take you out! I call shenanigans!"
Sadly, Frei blasted his entire reserve of immediate energy on the getting up. He's saved from retribution by Sean's surprise, but that's about all. Swaying with ataxic uncertainty, the monk wobbles his way off from Sean's position for a moment, trying to collect himself. "Okay, ow. Head rush, head rush..." DA DA DADA DAAAA DAAAAA
"AND CHANGE THAT DAMN SONG."
COMBATSYS: Frei gains composure.
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Frei 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Sean
Sean gets up once again, breathing heavy and rubs a little at his shoulder. It looks like the two fighters are on even ground, but FOR HOW MUCH LONGER? At this point, he's really uncertain what to do, ".. Aw maan.. How can I pull this off now?" he asks to himself, and he falls to one knee, hand rested on the higher one and he swallows hard. It's going to get ugly in a moment, and he knows it.. How does he know? Because at that very moment, the track switches over to the techno opening of MORTAL KOMBAT. "... Ooooooooooooooh SNAP!!" he then yells jumping to his feet and starting to get fired up again, "Oh it's ON NOW!!"
COMBATSYS: Sean gains composure.
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Frei 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Sean
MORTAL KOOOMBAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.
Grinning with... slightly crazy eyes, the monk dashes forward, looking to get in Sean's guard. "Man, you know what I like about you, Sean? You have a sense of drama. That is fun." In a blur, Frei lashes out with his foot at Sean's hip, hoping to get purchase; if he can, the monk runs up the Brazilian's body wire-fu style. "Time to get Christopher Lambert on your ass!" Leaping from Sean's shoulders, he spirals through the air as a bolt of purple-blue lightning arcs out of a non-existent sky to shock Sean into submission. Fall down, you bastard!
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Sean with Tenrai Enbu.
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Frei 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Sean
Sean grins right back, giving a nod of his head in agreement to his opponent, "... Well, you know! Fighting is Serious Business!!" he doesn't mean that in a sarcastic sense though.. And in reality, he's really wishing he had held out a little longer before busting out with his biggest attack.
Well, no use crying over spilled milk, though he does manages to ask, "... Christopher who?" before he fails to properly defend himself from the hardcore electric attack that follows, "Aurgh!!" Sean drops to his knees, shaking like a rag doll, and a bit of steam raises up from his glitter spattered gi, ".... D- Damn.. This isn't looking so good, I have no choice but to increase my power level!!"
Sean .. Well dammit he GETS UP because that's what he's good at doing! And as he does so he leaps into the air, twists around, and attempts to plant the flat of his foot right into Frei's gut in a slightly unorthox sobat kick. This should double the monk over, in which Sean would then lock into a reverse headlock and drop to the dance floor with a totally sweet DDT, "HAH!"
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Sean's Medium Kick.
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Frei 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Sean
Ah, but Frei is having none of that. As Sean kicks him in the stomach he shoves both hands in front of the incoming foot, holding it fast for a second. "He played Raiden in the movies, man, come on!" Letting go of the Brazilian's leg, Frei himself decides to get his kick on. Flipping backwards in a showy bit of acrobatics, he does a 360 backflip kick, fire rushing upwards in a crescent around Frei's leg. "There were no power levels in Mortal Kombat either! What the hell!"
COMBATSYS: Sean fails to interrupt Kouen no Tsurugi from Frei with Dragon Smash.
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COMBATSYS: Sean can no longer fight.
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Sean... Sean isn't going to admit that he actually has -not- seen a Mortal Kombat movie before, not because they never got good reviews by the media, just.. You know, he had slightly better things to do. However, he -does- respond with a nervous laugh, "O.. Oh yeah! O- Of course I knew that!" he laughs nervously, even as his foot is pushed away, and nearly causes him to stumble. BUT HE DOES NOT.
In fact he's pretty sure he's got enough footing to set up for a rather explosive finish, especially when Frei decides to strike down from above, in which HE crouches and draws his fists back, "Hey, -I'm- not the one that writes my lines!! .. Wait," anyway, when he bursts upward, again things don't go quite as planned, and the flaming kick smashes right down on Seans noggin, once? Twice? He's not exactly sure, but he collapses to the floor and this time.. No, this time he isn't able to get back up, although he obviously is trying too, ".. Nuts.." he grumbles to himself, flumping back down again. Yes, Sean is down and OUT.
There's a good long moment where Frei simply stands over the prone Sean, looking down, ready to spring into action if he suddenly leaps to his feet. When it doesn't happen, the monk relaxes, then flumps down on the dance floor on his backside, totally exhausted and wiping his forehead. He is, however, all smiles. "Man... I might not be the coolest, but that was a really intense fight. Thanks, Sean!" He pauses, then looks over at where the SNF people are propping up an unconscious Dong Hwan, letting him sleep off his KO. "And you too, random guy."
The DJ, sensing a shift in the wind, plays the Final Fantasy victory theme.
Frei is on the ground and asleep before the final "DUN DUN DUN-DA-DUNNNNN!" rolls away. Good fight, good night!
Sean raises his hand in a thumbs-up from his downed position.
REAL End.
Log created by Sean, and last modified on 01:57:03 11/06/2006.