Description: Candy challenges Vyle to a match in a Metro City Junkyard. And neither combatant is going to go down without a fight! (Winner: Vyle)
The Metro City Junk Yard isn't completely looking like what an outsider would expect. Dirty? Yes. Cluttered? Definatly. But a complete landfil it isn't, it seems to be mostly occupied by crushed and destroyed vehicles, cars, trucks, busses, you name it, as well as their many many parts that are scattered about the area. The yard itself is huge and has a 'race track' feel to it, as in the cleared out areas form a giant square, the dirt path made with plenty of tractor tracks. The outter area is surrounded by a barbed wire fence and off in the corner, some small shack.
It's probably been a very long time since Vernon 'Vyle' Cross had recieved an issue of challenge via the Neo League services, but there it is, from a Candice Diamond, for title of the true 'Sickness'. Though the black-clad demi-punk really isn't interested in such a thing, she understands from television that wrestlers tend to need some sort of reason to fight besides just some plain ol' challenge.
She hopes she's correct. What's also worth noting is that the time of challenge is literally two in the morning.
It would be dark as dickens if it weren't for the spotlights that have been turned on for the event, but there are plenty of 'blind' spots as well, since they do move side to side on occassion. Far beyond the entrance where the cameras are being set stands the white-haired girl, whom is just staring up at the night sky, seeming completely out of it as she awaits her opponent on this chilly eve.
She doesn't have to wait long....
o/` PRESS RECORD AND ABSORB THE SUBCULTURE... o/`
Loud, pumping techno-rock music blares across the junkyard as the man known as Vyle charges in. While the lighting isn't quite proper for his full entrance, it's enough as the rudo dives in, leaping into the cleared out square of the junkyard. Grinning and mugging for the cameras, he finally turns to Candice, snorting at the psuedo-punk across from him. "Hrmph...so you want the right to be called 'The Sickness', do you?" he snorts, snubbing his nose quickly with his thumb, fingers wriggling in anticipation. "ALright then, girlie....how about we do this the ol' hardcore way." Drooping into his wrestling stance, he starts to circle Candy, a rather vyle smirk on his face, his garishly bright look standing out among the spotlights.
Despite the flashy entrance, Candy doesn't even budge when the music starts to blare, and such a flashy entrance too! Candice simply isn't one to appreciate such fine wrasslin antics, and her gaze from the sky doesn't fall until Vyle addresses her. A glance is given to the cameras, and then back to the mohawked wonder, ".. You look taller on television," she comments as she reaches into her shoulderbag and draws out what appear to be two dumbells.
But they extend slowly, forming arm-length tonfa and she sets her bag aside, "Affirmative," she then states,slowly, calmly, voice barely along the lines of monotone, "Doing things 'hardcore' would not be a problem for me. However it will be your handicap." a small gesture is given to the man, showing off her silver weapons, "I will try not to break you too badly, I will at least need you to be able to speak."
COMBATSYS: Candy has started a fight here.
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Candy 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Candy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle snorts at Candy. "I may be shorter than on TV, but I'm a helluvalot bigger!" he shouts, giving Candy the good ol' crotch chop, making it blatant if she didn't already garner his meaning. In any case, as the tonfa come out, Vyle snorts. "Right...like those are gonna scare me." Charging right into the thick, Vyle dashes toward Candy, and suddenly drops, his legs pulled up before shooting out into a snapping drop kick toward her knees. "HAH!"
COMBATSYS: Candy blocks Vyle's Light Kick.
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Candy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Crotch chop. Candice's eyes lower a bit, quiet blatantly looking to the area of question, and then she tilts her head slightly, almost curiously, "Is that so. Unfortunatly for you, I am not very interested in that area, bluff or no."
The low drop-kick Vyle delivers is well scouted, she doesn't have to do much more than drop to one knee while the blow slams into her tonfa, causing her to slide back just a bit against the gravel. And once she's back on her feet again, she's gliding backward just slightly. Gliding on what turn out to be roller-blades and not just regular boots, that is, "They do not frighten you? You will know better soon enough." she leans onto her tip-toes, then suddenly bursts forward attempting to slam her left weapon into his gut. Should that connect, it's followed by a hook-like swing with the opposite, tonfa aimed for his cheek.
COMBATSYS: Candy successfully hits Vyle with Medium Strike.
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Candy 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle snorts as the drop kick smacks into Candy's tonfa, taking away most of the impact. Dropping to the ground, he quickly rolls onto his stomach, trying to pop back to his feet. Turning around, he spots Candy rolling around like a fool. "Great, A Roller Girl," he mutters, attempting to roll out of the way of the tonfa strike. Alas, his dive is cut short when he feels the butt end of the weapon smack into him, leaving him open for the follow up strike which decks him to the ground. "OOOF!" Grunting, he glares at Candy...and quickly attempts a swift shoot take down, trying to pull her to the ground with a leg tackle.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Candy with Fast Throw.
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Candy 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Vyle
If she could, Candy would be amused by Vyle's response. Instead she just feels.. Compelled, somehow, to annoy the luche fighter. Considering her 'goal', it isn't fitting for her to play the 'face' of the match-up. After landing her blow and drifting a bit to the side, her poker-face expression doesn't shift, and she sets a hand on her knee, "Do my skates bother you, Vyle..?" she asks curiously, "This isn't the best environment for them, but you may see something interesting."
That's about as much as she gets out before she's knocked to teh floor herself with a heavy thump onto her side, unable to slip away from his take-down technique. It's her turn to roll to the side, and is quickly able to get to her feet again to continue to press her attack in a slightly unusual manner. At first she looks to intent to bowl him over, but one foot lifts to try and rest on Vyle's tummy. Should she get that step, the other foot swings upward, a soumersault kick executed right under Vyle's chin hopefully.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Candy's Light Kick.
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Candy 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle snorts. "Bah," is all he can muster as he gets off the floor from the shoot take down. "Whatever, roll all you want, you're still not winning," he insists. Even as she gets up rather quickly, Vyle's ready for her attack this time. When she attempts a move that he knows very well, Vyle snorts. He manages to catch the leg before it clips him in the head...and while the sheer force of the kick stings, the grip allows Vyle to quickly take Candy down, trying to pull her into an ankle lock and maybe take away some of her mobility.
COMBATSYS: Candy blocks Vyle's Medium Throw.
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Candy 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Vyle
A good move on Vyle's part, Candy will have to be more careful about the way he strikes to allow him room to counter-attack like that. The grab of her ankle especially, it's perhaps a bit of luck that she manages to jerk her leg away after the take-down before too much pressure is put on it, "I beg to differ," she then responds, kip-upping off her shoulders to get onto her feet once more, landing sideways to keep from slipping. Twirling her weapons, she snaps a hand forward, the weapon stopping in time so that the butt of her tonfa can catch a bit of the material of Vyle's top. Should she get that hook, she then heft Vyle into the air, twirl around and slam him back first onto the trunk of half-flattened Honda Accord, "I did not challenge you with the intent of losing. I suggest being prepared for disappointment, 'has-been'."
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Quick Throw from Candy with Antidote.
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Candy 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Vyle
Indeed, Vyle's pretty damn good at countering things. Unfortunately, this time around, he can't get the ankle lock cinched in tight enough before Candy slips away. Still, when she comes in with weapons spinning, he's ready. The attempted hook at his shirt is quickly stopped as Vyle hooks his arm around Candy's, pulling it away and wrenching it between shoulder and neck. Grasping at her far shoulder, he quickly lifts up, hand tugging at the waist of her pants upward for extra lift...before dropping down to the seat of his own pants, hitting her with one hell of a jaw breaker.
That was a technique Candy isn't familiar with, it's one thing when her arm is caught, but even she's a bit suprised by how she's suddenly hoisted up into the air and drawn into Vyle's unorthodox jawbreaker, she slams hard down onto Vyle and like a rubberband ricochettes backward and flumps onto her back once more.
She's motionless for just a few seconds, but then she sits up with a small huff of air, hands on her legs, and then she gets to her feet, "That was inconvenient," she murmurs, rubbing lightly at the chin with the bottom of her hand, and bursts forward. She's like an aggro mob you just can't shake off! She at first seems to be skating past Vyle, but at the last moment she turns around to slip her weapons under the luchadores armpits.
Should she get that slight lock, she then leaps up into the air, then twirls like a corkscrew back onto the ground. She lands with a graceful handstand, while Vyle would end up just landing headfirst.
COMBATSYS: Candy successfully hits Vyle with Candy Drop.
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Candy 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle grins. The Antidote is always a nice and shocking move. That's part of why it's always been the momentum turner in most of his old wrestling matches. HOwever, here, Candy doesn't seem ready to give up her momentum. Standing up just as Vyle manages to get up again, she moves in, and manages to hook under his armpits. "What the..." He doesn't have time to finish, however, as he's suddenly spun into the air...then dropped head first into the ground...well, not quite headfirst. Vyle knows how to take a bump, but even then, rolling with the drop doesn't make it hurt any less. "NGhh..."
Grabbing his neck on the ground, Vyle goes into quite the tirade of colorful language. Once he's finally up, he glares at Candy, sneering. "You're dead, *BLEEP*." Charging forward, Vyle forgoes any sort of technique...and simply tries to level Candy with a nice, old fashioned clothesline.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Candy with Quick Punch.
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Candy 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Vyle
"Ah good, that would have been embarassing if you had managed to escape," Candy somewhat rubs in, her stance as calm as ever, shoulders slowly raising and falling as she eyes her opponent. The threat that follows is responded at first with a quirked brow, and she shifts ever so slightly, the clothesline still landing hard, but not enough to knock her onto her back again, rather she ends up skating back a bit instead from the impact, "How vulgar," she replies, "I look forward to what you utter next,"
The demi-goth kicks off into another short sprint and with a bit of precise timing, attempts to swing up under Vyle's chin again with a powerful uppercut. Assuming she manages that, she then leaps up into the air and then would punch the wrestler right toward a stack of truck tires.
COMBATSYS: Candy successfully hits Vyle with Medium Strike.
- Power hit! -
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Candy 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Vyle
Oh, Vyle can be a LOT more vulgar when he puts his mind to it. But...he tends to have to speak to do that. And the nasty uppercut strike to his chin shuts him up plenty well, not to mention the punch right into the tires. SLamming into hard rubber, the wrestler groans, hissing as he glares at Candy, leaning back against the stack. "You *BLEEP*. I'm gonna stick those damn sticks so far up your *BLEEP* you'll feel it in the back of your throat," he snaps....but he doesn't retaliate. At least, not yet. Seems like he needs a bit of a...recharge. Yes...
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Candy 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Vyle
Candy's expression doesn't shift, she lands with a screeching halt, and sets a hand on her hip, opposite brushing along the leg of her leather pants, "That did look rather painful, but what I had in mind with my tonfa is similar to what you had in mind." the left weapon is twirled casually, the girls lips pursing to a light 'o' as she makes a very quick internal repair, "Are you going to cry, little boy? Or are you going to fight." Yeah, pot-kettle, black, but whatever.
COMBATSYS: Candy gains composure.
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Candy 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle pffts, watching Candy as she just twirls her tonfa around and taunts him. How dare she...HE'S the one that does the taunting around here! "Cry? No...I just wanna make sure I see you like this for a moment...because in a few seconds, you're SKIDMARKS!" Suddenly, he grabs one of the tires from behind him, chucking the sucker toward Candy with wreckless abandon.
COMBATSYS: Candy reflects Large Thrown Object from Vyle with Counter Shot.
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Candy 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Vyle
"I see.. I have been told on numerous occassions that I am easy on the eyes," Candy replies, "Somehow, I don't think you really want to permanently damage this body."
Her reaction is just a coincidence to her words, and takes very little effort on her part on top of that. Dropping her left weapon, three fingers are extended to capture th large tire, a little gleam in her eye as she does so, "This is yours," and her arm thrusts outward, possibly flinging the large thing back at Vyle even faster, ".. Does not want."
COMBATSYS: Vyle overcomes Reflected Large Thrown Object from Candy with Venom Breath.
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Candy 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Vyle
"No, because I wanna remember how you looked, compared to what you're gonna look like after I'm done with you!" Vyle shouts back, a slightly manic look in his eye. However, w hen the tire ends up bounced back toward him, he sneers. "You *BLEEP*." Rather than dodge, however, he reels back, fingers at his throat...before a noxious mist of green blows forward toward the tire, managing to knock it off course as it flies forward toward Candy. Let's just say...that it's in her best interests not to get near the damn thing...
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Candy with Venom Breath.
- Power hit! -
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Candy 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Vyle
"I see.." Well that does make more sense to Candy. What's very puzzling, however, is how Vyle's technique has enough force to indeed knock the tire aside, that's the first sign that she should have nothing to do with that attack. Picking up her tonfa, she pauses as she glances to the mist, seems to make a decision, and ends up getting splattered by the mist, which definatly junks her up, making her stagger and sway slightly, "You plan to defeat me by making my mascera run? I am shivering in my boots."
Perhaps she should have settled that in a different manner.
Her face and her hair likely miscolored now, the woman skates toward once more, and with a hop, twirls around in the air, and once she's facing Vyle backward, attempts to kick him right in the mush. The momentum should allow her to land gracefully on her feet afterward.
COMBATSYS: Candy successfully hits Vyle with Light Kick.
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Candy 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Vyle
Snorting, Vyle wipes his mouth, seeing that the attack didn't quite effect her...at least, not instantly. "Bah..." he mutters, and when she tries to kick him again, he once more tries to roll away...only to get caught right in the back of the head instead. Collapsing to the ground, he hisses, eyes squeezed shut at the jarring hit. "That's it..." he seethes, legs twisting as he tries to snap one leg into the back of Candy's knees, the other dropping a heel toward her stomach in a painful looking takedown.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Candy with Medium Throw.
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Candy 1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1 Vyle
It doesn't look as much painful as it does unorthodox, again it's a takedown that Candy is not familar with. And it isn't ineffective in the least, even as she does try to stand her ground, which may not be such a hot idea considering she's on skates. The struggle is there, but there's not dodging fate when she's thrown off her feet and again lands hard onto her back with a thump, and shows a brief sign of being dazed.
It's very brief, as she rubs her stomach lightly while she rolls to the side once and skips to her feet, still ready to fight. It's hitting crunch-time so she'd better pick up the pace, "Agreed, enough is enough," she waits unti Vyle is on his feet before she springs forward in sort of a tackle, intending to push until she sandwiches him between herself and one of the crushed vehicles.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Quick Throw from Candy with Relapse.
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Candy 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Vyle
Unfortunately for Candy, flying toward Vyle is about the LAST thing she should have done. While he does look somewhat vulnerable, still on the ground even after the takedown, most of it is a feint...and the other half? The set up. As Candy dives forward for the tackle, Vyle springs a leg up, hooking it upward toward Candy and kicking her further up into the air. "You're mine now!" he shouts. Pushing off the ground as Candy flies upward, he catches her, one arm around her leg, another cinching at her thigh, almost in a sideways suplex position. Then, with a crushing impact, he drives her down into the ground, head and neck first, the ground shaking as they land. Candy...meet the Relapse.
Candy blinks as she.. Hits nothing. She's swinging at air and then slammed into the gut, placed in a perfect position for his alarmingly powerful counter-attack.
Candy struggles slightly to escape the hold, and it bears not fruit, she slams into the ground, dirt and gravel billows outward, and she flumps lifelessly to her side, still managing to keep a hold on her weapons, and slumps onto her back.
There's a momentary pause, as it'd seem clear to the officials that this is the end of the match, but Candy sits up again, resting her arms on her legs, and red fluid trickled down the corner of her miscolored lip. Her hand cups the back of her neck, her head twisting upward with a light 'pop', and she gets to her feet once more, her stance slightly more slouched, "Of course, you're going to pay for that," she murmurs, her tonfa twirling once more, like little helicopter blades, and as she does this, little blue 'plates' on ocassion reflect the light of the spotlights, shining about the two in a dome. Beams of laser energy are blasted from her weapons, the slender pillars of white bounce off the plates in rapid directions, barely even grazing both fighters.
And when the game ends, the six blasts are all directed toward Vyle from the sides and front!
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Candy's Blue Screen Of Death.
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Candy 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle rolls back up to his feet, somewhat spent...but pretty well assured that he just won the match, as he notices that Candy's pretty well and out...or so it seems. When she suddenly sits up again, he narrows his eyes. "...you just don't know when to stay down." When she counter attacks, Vyle's ready. While he didn't quite expect what seem almost like laser blasts, he had the sense not to screw around while they bounded about. Once they blast at him, his arms come up crosswise to guard his body. The shots sting...but not as much if he got hit full on. "...Was that it? Pathetic...why don't you just go down like you did on your daddy," he sneers. Grabbing a pipe from the rubble of the junkyard, he snaps a vicious looking swing toward Candy's head, hoping to give that final knockout blow.
COMBATSYS: Candy interrupts Random Weapon from Vyle with Diamond Cutter.
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Candy 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Vyle
COMBATSYS: Candy has reached second wind!
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Candy 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Vyle
Candy has other plans, of course.. 'Staying down' clearly is not what she has in mind. She looks better than she actually 'feels', of course, but so long as she functions as she wants, she's able to make proper calculations. In this case, it's shifting just enough so that the pipe slams down onto her tonfa with an audible clank, then her opposite arm reaches out while she turns her back toward Vyle, "Pucker up," she notes, arm slipping about Vyle's neck as she hops forward and drops down onto the ground, planting the wrestler face-first into the gravel while she lands onto her back.
Normally she should be down for the count. Instead, the interrupt seems to have bought her enough time to recover and keep herself able to fight, sitting up, "It appears to be better suited for the task, Mister Vyle. Perhaps you should consider that line of work yourself."
Well, that was unexpected. Then again, Vyle kinda forgot about the tonfa...though he gets a nice reminder as he's hit with what seems like a somewhat familiar technique. Groaning as he rolls onto his back, he looks up at Candy, hissing. "...you...are.....dead...." he says with a slow, menacing tone...before he attempts to roll back and plant both his feet into her gut with a nice kangaroo kick.
COMBATSYS: Candy blocks Vyle's Light Kick.
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Candy 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Vyle
"I would certainly hope not," Candy replies, there's some satisfaction in seeing how she's getting Vyle so worked up. While it doesn't seem to work in her advantage too much, she'll take every chance she can muster, "Are you, perhaps, suggesting to me that you're into an act one cannot mention on television..?"
The kangaroo kick in her current state isn't difficult to deal with. She simply twists to the side to get a little leverage so she can properly deflect the blow, and her eyes seem to gleam again, "This time, you will not be so lucky. Good night, Vyle. It was entertaining."
It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what follows, particularly when the light-blue panels form again, her weapons twirl, and then six pillars physical energy dances between and about the two fighters before stalking it's target as she skates backward.
COMBATSYS: Candy successfully hits Vyle with Blue Screen Of Death.
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Candy 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Vyle
...well, sucks to be Vyle. The kick he sent out was blocked...and before he could even recover from his own attack, those damn lasers came in....and this time, no such luck of bracing for them. Them suckers hurt! Blasted away, Vyle grits his teet, sneering at Candy from his place on the ground. "...you...*BLEEP*," he mutters. WIth what seems like the last of his personal strength, he reels back, and blows forth another green blast...however, unlike the genuine liquid mist before, this one seems a bit...different. Oh, it'll burn just like the Venom Breath did...just in a totally different way.
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Candy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vyle
COMBATSYS: Candy fails to reflect True Venom from Vyle with Counter Shot.
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COMBATSYS: Candy can no longer fight.
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".. Indeed." Candy murmurs, though she's hardly in agreement with Vyle. It just seemed to be the right way to respond to Vyle's expletive. Her eyes, not quite cold, remain locked on Vyle, and is more than certain he's down for the count. Tilting her head slightly, she notices the energy headed her way, and her tonfa twirl, spin, and while it's thrust forward, it hardly does anything to the green mist.
Having swung fully, she can't do anything from that point as the strange substance 'burns', while it actually eats a bit at her hidden frame, she finally showing a sign of cringing as she folds her face, staggers forward and falls onto her hands and knees, trembling, ".... Nnn.. Ugghhh.." she garbles, releasing her weapon to grip and the gravel and follows with, ".. I- I c-concede."
Maybe Vyle's just a sadistic little twerp...but when he sees the grimacing pain on Candice's face...he can't help but smile, a certain rejuvinating satisfaction inside of him at the sight. Standing up, he watches Candy drop down to her knees, and finally, he hears those two words. With a snap of his fingers, music blares once more:
o/` PRESS RECORD AND ABSORB THE SUBCULTURE o/`
Grabbing a mic from nearby, he climbs up onto the stack of tires, lifting his hand up as he shouts, "AND HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE ONE AND ONLY TRUE "SICKNESS', VYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYLLLLEE!!", putting on his best ring announcer voice. TOssing the mic away, he looks over the fallen Candy...and fehs at her. "Nothing but a jobber..."
Log created by Candy, and last modified on 18:57:49 01/03/2007.