Description: An UNDISCLOSED LOCATION is the scene for this heartwarming ABC Afternoon Special. ..Er, Wednesday Night Breakdown. Ralf fights Robert... but can Rolento and Leona play too?
Wednesday Night Breakdown! Oh, the colors! Oh, the music! Oh, the--where the HELL is this battle taking place?! Was it due to Ralf's glorious return to the fighting world that this, the most SPECIAL of SPECIAL matches is taking place in a dank, dark wine cellar? It has to be!
Rest assured that SOMEONE is running the music and announcements, if not the King himself. The speaker booms to life over the meager (yet loud) crowd that could squeeze into the amazingly roomy wine cellar, announcing the participants! First up is "RAAAAALF JOOOOONES, the Baron of Beer, the Lord of Liquor, the Vanquisher of Vin!" 'Vin' is French, you know. When he's called, the light turns to Mister Jones himself, who's squatting near the crowd. Kittens of all colors and breeds are crawling over him: dangling from his jacket, traipsing up his arm, one sprawled comfortably over his bandana-covered head! Some of them are set down, but when he stands, he seems more of a fleshy cat tree than a fighter.
"YEAAAH!" He can only wave one arm, as the other is holding onto the ass end of a cat that's about to fall from its perch on his shoulder. Little mews are picked up on the microphones, and it's just...it's just adorable. The mercenary is getting soft!
The audience erupts into a number of hearty cheers of recognition, only to be swiftly met with several BOOOS as housewives and mothers *also* recognize the fighter from his infamous solo match against Team Strongest, enfuriated that the Ikari would stoop so low as to hold those poor kittens hostage. :( How are they supposed to chuck random purse articles at him when he's using them as a furry shield?!
Eventually the noise quiets down to a dull murmur as the announcer taps the mike a few times to get everyone's attention. "And his opponent, representing the Kyokugen Karate Dojo, none other than the heir to the Garcia Foundation...ROOOOOOOBEEEEEEEEEERTOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
"Now wait just one damn minute, that's not my na--!!"
No one's really listening to the leisure suit ladden chump that was just introduced, as the crowd is far too busy enthusiasticly cheering just because the announcer stopped talking. That's what they're supposed to do, after all! Robert crosses his arms with a dark frown as he waits for the audience to die down, turning his attention across the dimly lit arena to his opponent. "...Wait a minute. We've had this match before! ...No, wait, there was also that boxer guy and the girl with the really big forehead...aw, skip it. Let's just get this over with. Come on, stocky!" Flashing that shit-eating grin of his, the Italian extends his arm and beckons briefly with two fingers.
COMBATSYS: Robert has started a fight here.
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Robert 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Ralf has joined the fight here.
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Ralf 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Robert
Time is taken for Ralf to GENTLY set the kittens down OUTSIDE of the fighting area, where someone will watch them and make sure that they don't go crawliing into harm's way. God help him, ROBERTO, if anything happens to those kitties, he'll...he'll beat the high holy hell out of the person that was supposed to be watching them, even if it's a stray fireball! But enough about the damned cats.
Jones, lifts his arms and leans backwards, popping his back and stretching out his muscles: surely a display of the uneven matchup tonight! It's Brawn versus Preppy, with most smart people putting their money on the bigger man. After all, he's...uh. He's big! Sure, Robert's not tiny, but compared to Ralf, just LOOK! The drunken men backing his corner seem to think that way, at least, as the boozed and low-octave cheers will tell. "Stocky! Boy, I hope you have a good team of plastic surgeons. I dunno what you've been up to, but I've been busy KICKING ASS this past year." His hands curl into fists, the left snapping out, then the right, his body bouncing with a small hop on the balls of his feet. The heels drop, and he spreads out his stance, left side toward Robert, his right pulled back as if to punch. And, he waits. Waits. Waits...
"START THE DAMN THING ALREADY!" he hells out to a VERY startled announcer, and there's the gong! The bell. The ding! THE START.
Immediately, Ralf rushes forward, both of his arms lifting as he jumps, hands gripping the sturdy wooden banister overhead. He uses it like a swing, his big-ass boots kicking out in an altered sort of drop kick. Right for the FACE, man!
COMBATSYS: Ralf successfully hits Robert with Heavy Kick.
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Ralf 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Robert
The opportunity presented at the Wednesday Night Fight is not about to be skipped. After all, this isn't a two way fight; It's a threesome! Such might become decidedly more obvious in the near future, however. For unbeknownst to even the disturbing amount of kittens, another form has lurked enshrouded within the gaggle of fans here to cheer either of the fighters. A green tarpa and shadows of adjacent crates did well to hide any flashes of yellow from Rolento Schugerg's uniform. Vendetta is at least part of his palette tonight. And he plans to drink that wine heavily!
Having slowly shifted forward to the ring's edge, the scarred figure brushes heavily aside a certain schoolgirl. "Step aside, civilian. This is no place for sub-par combatants." Nanako would probably recognize the voice, as the commando vaults forward in a long arc. His cloak is hurled aside in the same motion, and there's a snarl as he descends directly behind Ralf. In a shimmer of steel, a wire flits out between both gloves hand and attempts to drop over the Ikari's head, in order to lift and thoroughly strangle the other man by the neck. "Ralf Jones. I heard the plight your fellow Ikari compatriot suffered." This would of course be hissed, regardless of the venture's success, preferably beside an ear. "I only regret I was not able to personally inflict such upon her... Yet trust that such will be rectified in the future!"
And one foot would shift out, to try and kick Ralf away. This would probably be easiest if the shanking succeeded, but some space would be preferable in the best of circumstance. "This fight is a three-way." This is mused towards Robert in particular. "Sanctioned by the proprietor of Wednesday Night Fight." His baton is flicked free from the harness and twirled heartily in one hand. "Yet do not feel chagrined if my initial focus is not upon a fighter of your esteem, Robert Garcia!" Some modicum of respect. He knows what a base Kyukugen can do, after all...
COMBATSYS: Rolento has joined the fight here.
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Rolento 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Robert
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Ralf 0/-------/------=|
Meanwhile, the Italian has been pointedly ignoring Ralf's insults, even going as far as to eye the wall clock. "Yeah, whatever tough guy. Just you wait." Man, can't this fight get started already? It's a surprise to him when he hears the bell, suddenly turning back towards his opponent with wide eyes. "Hey! This fight isn't supposed to start for another two min--" *WHAM* Pretty boy goes flying and lands flat on his back. So much for that fight, everyone can go home now.
Oh, wait, he's getting up again! Sure, his nose is bleeding and all, but he's still in this one apparently. Wiping away the smudge of red with his thumb, the man grits his teeth. "Alright, I deserved that one." Not one to be outdone, Robert leans forward and breaks out into a sprint...just in time for Rolento to show up?! "Hey, get the hell out of my fight, dirtbag! I didn't get a clean one on one against him last time, and now you've gone and made the match BORING." Right. INDIGNANT ANGER. ...Then why he jumping into the air and delivering a trio of alternating kicks to the air in front of Ralf's face? Oh yeah, bloody nose. Gotta repay that one first.
COMBATSYS: Ralf blocks Robert's Flying Whirlwind Kick.
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Rolento 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Robert
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Ralf 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Ralf fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Rolento with Strong Punch.
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Rolento 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Robert
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WHAT IS THIS?!
Ralf lands heavily on his feet, his face positively BEAMING as a loud "AH HAH!" escapes his big mouth. "Feel the wratch of IKARI MIGHT!" The man takes a moment to hunch forward and flex his muscles, completely unaware of the pedophile coming up behind him. His posturing is cut short by the slip of wire coming down over his face and tugging on his neck, eyes suddenly wide with hands trying to get a grip on the thing CHOKING THE HOLY HELL OUT OF HIM. A finger slips under, but no more, all but stopping when he sees Robert coming in with the FURY! Oh no! Thinking quickly (no, seriously), Jones reaches back and grabs onto Rolento's head, using his body to lift his feet off the ground, half-crossed to catch the spinning kicks in his far-less-vulnerable legmeats. The panic of being choked to death takes its toll though, and he struggles hard to wrest himself from Rolento's grasp. There's an attempt to bash his elbow into the mustard-colored guy's ribcage, but it flies far from its mark. You'd better the hell let Ralf go, because he's starting to look blue!
"Merely because you began engagements does not disbar additional combatants." Rolento mulls towards Robert, although without any genuine sympathy. He just thoroughly strangled one of his top 5 list of enemies, and must take a moment to revel in at least momentary victory. Which fails given he's used as a makeshift shield, and the attempted murder fails when he releases the wire and hops aside. Still facing, however, the Kyokugen master. "/You/ are the one who is in the way!!" Apparently, Ralf being momentarily disoriented means that Rolento can focus his attention for a few moments on Robert himself. Backflipping rather far, Rolento braces himself on the ceiling above, crouching down for a fraction of a moment in blatant disregard for gravity. And then he launches forward, once more smoothly flipping mid-air and then landing a few meters from the Garcia. Rolling in a tight ball, when Rolento snaps up like a wound rubber band, it's to unleash a spiraling baton at the Yuri lover's face, entire body arching with a snarl into the motion. Two further swipes of the rotor-like onslaught follows, each amidst a wild lunge. The intent is to send Robert backwards at the end, and give him some room to better fight Ralf! The Ikari's his, bitch!
COMBATSYS: Robert interrupts Patriot Circle from Rolento with Ryuugeki Ken.
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Rolento 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Robert
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Ralf 0/-------/---====|
Garcia fails to avenge his face! Oh, the tragedy of it all! "I'm in the way?! He used you as a shield, man! Nobody asked you to invite yourself down here to be a friggin' stage prop!" Then...Rolento bounds away. Blink. Robert has already taken his token 'didn't see that one coming' hit for the round, so he's decidedly more on his guard now. His response is to crouch back, watching and waiting for the scarred commando terrorist guy to make his move. Noting the nagle of Rolento's descent and correctly guessing that he'll come out of it with a lunge, the Italian takes one quick step forward and thrusts his palms forward. His hands ignite in a burst of orange chi at point blank range, the first twirl of the baton whopping him soundly in the shoulder, just in time for its owner to get sent flying straight back the way he came. That'll teach him.
"JERK."
Just...just give Ralf a minute. Seriously. Choking and gagging, he drops on all fours as soon as Rolento lets him free, his back hunched as he gasps for sweet, sweet breath. His face gradually fades from blue to crimson, blood vessels delivering fresh supplies of oxygen-rich blood to his brain. His vision stops blurring, first. Then, he couchs once more, a horrible, nasty, smoker's cough-sounding thing, and then he can look up, still panting.
Ah.
He knew that voice. However, he was more concerned with LIVING than placing it. Now, there's really little doubt as to what he must do.
It's time to smack a bitch down.
Jones rises to his feet a little shakily, but his feet are spread wide, hands on his knees to steady them. Another cough interrupts a deep breath, but not the next, horribly thankful that the pretty boy is keeping the beret-clad assbandit busy. The Ikari smacks his right fist into a palm a couple of times and hunkers down, bending a bit at the waist as if he were some sort of football star on the line. Then, he just TEARS ass across the floor, dead set on Rolento, teeth clenched yet unable to completely muffle the spirited yell. If that JERK isn't quick, Ralf's hard skull will ram itself into his lower back, but that's not all. Like a freight train with its brakes cut, the man aims to slam its quarry into the brick wall at the end of the wine cellar! PAIN. Especially after being hit with a fireball. Double SUCK.
COMBATSYS: Rolento blocks Ralf's Ralf Tackle.
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Rolento 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Robert
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Ralf 0/-------/----===|
Having dedicated himself to the attack finishing, Rolento's caught completely off guard by the impact of chi. He's sent skidding backwards, losing his footing and landing with a heavy crack upon a shoulder. Shaking his head and pushing up with the baton, both of the opponents are given a glare. None of them want interferance. Ralf wants to hit Rolento, most likely. Rolento wants to hit Ralf. Robert wants to hit Ralf and thus will hit Rolento. Which means Rolento and Ralf will hit him back. This might be the purist of three-way fights, despite mutual desire! And apparently no longer within the constraints of a ring. Both forearms intervene as Ralf hurtles forward, yet stopping that much angry mass is impossible. Steel-bottomed boots skid upon the ground, people scattering once they realize that the end result will be Rolento pancaking into a wall. ...Or will it? Three meters before impact, the commando twists, gripping a hunk of Ralf and attempting to use his own inertia against him! And heft the Ikari over a shoulder, lifting up his baton to wedge between for added oomph. "HNNNGH!" And then, hurling Ralf with every ounce of force he can face-first into the brick wall that was his own intended target. That's one way to turn the tides, isn't it?
TROMP, TROMP, CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA!
WOOOO WOOOOOOooooOOOOOH SHIT SHIT SHIT!
Ralf's bulk ensures that there's a LOT of intertia there, and even he can't stop once he gets going! It's quite a good thing that Rolento blocks, as it slows him down. He should be able to jump out of harm's way, compose himself, and go back in with fists swinging! That's the plan! That's the Ikari Way!
Shame that it doesn't work like that. He finds himself hefts bodily, legs flailing to find any purchase they can. Air doesn't work too well for that. Still, there has to be something he can do! An idea forms in the dense bandana'd skull: a reversal! Yes, yes, it might work! As he's picked and almost flipped by Rolento, Ralf swings his legs and tries to land on his feet, hoping to use the momentum to slam his assailant into the wall behind him one way or another.
However, the heels of his boots barely nick the floor, and he's helpless to stop the impact of brick against his own head. Thank GOD it's so hard, but for the moment, he just slumps down on his ass, legs out, arms limp in his lap. Stars are awfully pretty, though.
There. Finally, alone with Ralf. ...It's not what you think. He just wants to break his nose, really! Happy thoughts of inflicting GREVIOUS HARM on the Ikari's person are interrupted when he just goes charging off after the the chi-launched Rolento. "....Dammit." The audience cheers on as the two sworn enemies tear at each other, with Garcia just kind of forgotten on the opposite corner of the ring.
Grr. Ignore him, will they? Planting one foot firmly down onto the ground, then the other, Robert extends one hand forward and concentrates on focussing his energy with a slightly overdone howl. Yeah, sure, it does look kind of cool with all of that orange chi starting to swirl in the air around him, but he's clearly trying way too hard to be cool. Not that he minds much, because that is just Robert's NINJA WAY. ...Of Karate. Yes.
COMBATSYS: Robert gathers his will.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Robert
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Ralf 0/-------/--=====|
Ohhh, Rolento has backed Ralf up against the wall! A somewhat makeshift perimeter of people have surrounded at what might be mistakenly believed to be a safe distance, and indeed Robert's getting almost no publicity after his rather energetic approval at the onset. How rude. Rolento begins to laugh, in a domineering fashion. "Ha ha ha! Pathetic! Heidern must be slacking considerably to train such a pathetic, predictable and minimal discipline peon!" And then Rolento snaps out a foot, attempting to slug Ralf right between the legs while he's still recovering. And rather hard, to boot. "Get up, maggott! Stand at attention!" Rolento's back is still towards the third. Apparently he's forgotten about it during his gloating.
COMBATSYS: Ralf blocks Rolento's Light Kick.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Robert
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Ralf 0/-------/-======|
Oh. Oh MAN. Ralf has got SUCH a headache. His poor brainpan's been eating far more than its share of pain over the last few days. It's a wonder that he's not in another coma! But he's TOUGH, and he can TAKE IT, and he's--where is here? He sees...no, he SMELLS wine, beer, spirits, ale, liquor. He's in heaven!!!
Oh, no. Oh! Yes, the bar! The fight! ROLENTO! Oh MAN, is he gonna get it. Ralf stands up, too quickly as it is, as he wobbles on his left leg, nearly falling over. Arms flail and he stomps his right foot down again, bending at the knees to keep his center of gravity low. Both hands sleep his cheeks, jarring his brain back on track. At the same time, Rolento seems to want to jar his jingly jangs onto another track...OF DESTRUCTION!
"OH SWEET SHIT!!!" Ralf cries out, hands dropping to stop that kick just short of his gentleman's gentleman and his packet of salty crisps. Pause. "YOU." Ralf looks PISSED! Both hands clench tight, trying to lift his leg up. He aims to pull the calm under one arm as he moves away from the wall, yanking HARD to try and introduce Rolento to a whirlwind of knee-pulling agony! You know, spinning round and round, faster and faster, GRAVITRON SPEED!!! ...Until, finally, one can expect to be let go, crashing into the wall, stacked wine bottles, Roberto, whatever. All good.
They're STILL ignoring Robert?! Well. He can fix that, one way or another. Ralf is the one he has business with, but Rolento is just *way* too much of a distraction. Regardless of whether Ralf manages to successfully to chuck the interloper away, or even if the JERK manages to perservere and begin formulating a counterattack, it matters naught. Robert is going to do his damnest to bump that punk out of the fight right now. Or at least give him a reason not to flat out ignore him. Geez, anything but that! He's supposed to be showing off Kyokugen's RELENTLESS SPIRIT to the spectators!
"Haoh..." His intention is rather easily projected as Robert takes a step back -- NOT THAT ANYONE IS LOOKING OR ANYTHING -- the palms at his side curling around a larger orb of energy that hasn't yet formed, a spark of the same orange from earlier that fully forms just before he thrusts them forward. "SHOU KOUKEN!!" The fireball crosses the arena, demanding immediate and unwavering attention. Hi there!
COMBATSYS: Rolento endures Robert's Haoh Sho Ko Ken.
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Rolento 1/---====/=======|=------\-------\0 Robert
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COMBATSYS: Rolento fails to interrupt Strong Throw from Ralf with Take No Prisoner.
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Rolento 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Robert
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Ralf 0/-------/=======|
Reaching for his harness, Rolento grips something and snaps it out. Once more, a wire could be seen by Ralf as the man is hefted. The flare of fire behind is ignored. "It is time to finish what I started at the onset...!" Yet as the irrevocable noose flashes out, the hapless commando is struck dead on. He had severely underestimated the raw force that Robert was able to summon, and there's a snarl. This completely ruins his attempted assault, and he's further smacked into a crate of wine. Which explodes, sending liquid everywhere. A very limp and very seemingly unconscious Rolento thusly lands, completely immobile. He's playing dead. Even Ralf might think -- or find it impossible -- he's not completely down. This might not save him from still getting wailed on out of sheer malice, but Rolento... well, as it has been said, HAS NO SCRUPLES. "Hnnnhghghggh...!!" At least the wine didn't catch fire, although half his uniform is now smoldered...
Oh, he DIDN'T.
He did.
The BASTARD.
HE RUINED THE WINE!
Ralf, after his wonderful impression of a spinning top, hands smoking slightly from Robert's fireball coming THAT close to him, all but wresting Rolento from his grip. Still a bit woozy from the strangling and collision with the wall, he half-turns on one heel and falls down, flat on his ass with a WHUMP. How professional! He leans forward a little, hands rubbing his face before pulling up one leg, starting the arduous process of STANDING. "HEY." he belts out, snapping his arm out toward Robert, a finger pointed directly at him. "YOU stay outta this! This guy's MINE!" That means: stay aside, pretty boy. He'll play with you later! It's time for the MEN to tassle right now.
A deep breath and he turns back to Rolento. Good move there, blowing yourself up. He'd mention the fact, but enough is enough! Ralf reaches in to try and pull him from the wine wreckage, glass and splintered wood everywhere. At least there's enough of his outfit to pull on! The rescue effort lacks much charity, however, as Jones intends to send the military man flying once more, right into ANOTHER pile of stacked wine bottles and crates. HE'S OUT OF CONTROL!
TA-DA! "Take that, gym crasher! Ha ha ha!" Not that...Rolento has actually crashed the Sakazaki dojo or anything, but he did sort of crash his fight. It makes sense, really! Lame insult unleashed, Robert follows it up in his usual fashion, thumbing up to the crowd and offering a victorious grin for the cameras. Come on, you have to admit. He *wrecked* that guy. "Whatever, tubby! You can have the leftovers, I've already taught him a lesson for interrupting our fight!" Of course, he says this as Ralf is already tugging the guy upward, but it's the thought put into the arrogance that counts. Or something like that.
...Well, now what? Rolento has learned not to ignore KYOKUGEN MIGHT, but Ralf seems to have not learned the lesson that the Dragon sent to his peer. Very well, he shall do it again! Concentrating once more, Robert showboats for the crowd while secretly stockpiling his reserves for the real fight to come. Has he no shame? :(
COMBATSYS: Robert gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Ralf's Quick Throw.
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Rolento 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Robert
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Ralf 0/-------/=======|
OH NO. Rolento feigned death. That doesn't mean he's actually out. Once he's gripped by Ralf's infinitely supple hands, Rolento twists and breaks it. He lands on his back and immediately rolls away, backflipping the final distance to land in a crouch upon the very stack of wine bottles that Ralf intended to destroy in his misguided rage. "NEGATIVE!!" Now Rolento sounds outright insane, standing up and spreading his stance. "ABSOLUTELY NEGATIVE! DEFEAT IS UNACCEPTABLE!!" He's standing upright, but eyes are glazed. His body broken. Blood pours from his face, and his body is singed to a rather horrific level. Reaching to his harness, Rolento then snatches a grenade and hurls it with rather obscene force right towards Ralf. It's a fastball special; The moment it impacted his temple it would explode, sending shrapnel and flame whizzing towards the audience. People scream and start to scatter, the smarter ones heading for the door. Oh no, ladies and gentlemen! Rolento's cracked! ... And he was already a busted egg!
COMBATSYS: Ralf fails to interrupt Grenadier from Rolento with Bomb Punch.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Robert
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COMBATSYS: Leona has joined the fight here.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Leona
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Ralf 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Robert
Missed! Ralf's arms cross as Rolento proves to be far too slippery to throw again. But he's not finished! Robert is still completely ignored in favor of beating down an EVIL, EVIL man! The Ikari is quick to pull back and move in again, his fist primed and ready to swing at said evil arsehole with FIERY PUNCHING VENGEANCE.
Violence against violence... Interrupt, thy name is FAILURE.
Ralf's swing is pulled short by the collision of the grenade to his head, and it bounces straight up, almost in slow motion! Tick, tick, tick...is it a dud?! Jones lets his jaw drop, eyes going wide. "COVERRR!" he starts to yell, only getting out a 'CO' before the frag explodes. He's caught right at point blank, of course, flesh getting shredded by bits of metal, other parts sinking deep into his jacket. Thank god his back is well-protected, as he LEAPS to the side! Just inside the 'ring', a tiny orange-haired kitten with BIG blue eyes sits there, shivering! Run, kitty! Oh! No, it's too late! NOOOOOO!
Ralf lands on his elbows and knees with a thud, curled up to provide a protective barrier for the poor mew. Of course, that means that shrapnel sinks deep into his ass, but hey. HE SAVED A LIFE.
Silently the match has been observed by someone that was more than just a spectator. Or at least that was Leona's plan. She had wanted a chance at Rolento again, but given her injuries competing in this fight was rather unacceptable. She would get a pretty good verbal lashing from the higher ups if she jumped in to participate as well. So the Ikari woman has sat down and waited....and waited.
It just looks like her annoyance has gotten the better of her. Even if Ralf looks to be in a hell of alot better shape than Rolento she can't risk the fact that the eye-patch wearing fighter is still upright at this point. "Commander get down!" comes a loud yell from the otherwise calm and quiet woman and she pulls back the hood of her well....hoodie while reaching for one of her earrings and she lobs it right into the mess. Robert just ends up being a poor victim of circumstance and Ralf is meaty enough she isn't too worried if he gets caught in the blast.
COMBATSYS: Leona successfully hits Robert with Earring Bakudan.
- Power hit! -
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Leona
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Ralf 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Robert
So, yeah. About only being caught unawares once in a match? Total liar. Robert is playing it up for the crowd -- yeah, he sees the little earring things, but it doesn't really register as a threat -- when suddenly his world is filled with explosions. Garcia catches it dead on, flying backward in an elegant spiral to land flat on his face. Ugh! Well, that wasn't too bad he imagines, he's survived his first explosion in one piece. That's strange, though...doesn't it smell like something is burning? Sniff, sniff...
Then the pain sets in. Oh god, the pain. You see, Robert's hair is on fire, and like many things he's the last one to know this.
"Stop, drop, ROLL. STOP, DROP, ROLL." Robert is just a little distracted for this round, and unlike the others he really just doesn't have the focus available to him right now to be able to channel that inaction into anything useful. He just can't get that inferno under control it seems!
COMBATSYS: Robert takes no action.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Leona
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Ralf 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Robert
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Leona's Earring Bakudan.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Leona
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Ralf 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Robert
What?! Someone else is interfering! That's absolutely unfair, and also the straw that broke the crippled camel's twisted spine. Rolento's chance of success has now become zero. Even within the depths of his deluded mind, Leona means certain defeat. Yet he's still able to flip backwards and brace on the wall, launching himself away from the explosion and coming to a stop in the middle of the arena not far from all three fighters. People are still milling around, kittens are meowing in fright, and the fight has become considerably more cataclysmic. And imminently so, to boot. "RETREAT IS UNACCEPTABLE!" And he then grips both shoulders of his vest, and TEARS IT OPEN. A literal cornucopia of grenades and explosives are seen beneath, making the paltry three remaining on his exterior harness laughable in comparison. He then begins to cackle in a manic fashion, reaching up and grabbing a handful. The sound of pins hitting the ground. "COLLATERAL DAMAGE IS ACCEPTABLE..." People scream and run for the stairs louder. Rolento's completely open, but from the looks of it -- that won't matter soon, given what he intends. "READY?"
COMBATSYS: Rolento drops his guard to recover.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Leona
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Ralf 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Robert
COMBATSYS: Leona successfully hits Ralf with Earring Bakudan.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Leona
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Ralf 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0 Robert
"What the hell!? Leona, what're you doing, GET THESE PEOPLE O--" Oh. Hold on. Get down. She MEANS it.
Ralf scrunches up again, protecting the poor kitten once more from a fiery death! It's so lucky to have him there! Still, his poor body is feeling pretty battered, the new explosion refreshes all the pain anew. Pain. RAGE. OH, THE RAGE. Tinymew mewls and scampers back to safety with Jones scooting it along, the thing quickly picked up by whatever catlover is in the crowd. When he tries to get up, it's obvious on his face that it HURTS LIKE HELL. Metal in his ass, his arms, bleeding scars on his head... He looks like hell, too! The man's teeth grit, and when he gets up, he can't hold in a loud, awful yell. HURT. THAT HURT. IT HURTS TO STAND. You know what good fighters do with pain, though? How they mash it up, ball it up, and direct it toward something else?
Sorry, Robert. That 'something else' is still Rolento. It's HIS fault, he's HIS team's enemy, he is NOT letting him go after all that he's done. No, he's going to beat him, and beat him, and then beat him some more, most of it at some undisclosed bunker with his superior watching! Hell, maybe taking part, if Heidern's feeling frisky. The array of explosives mean NOTHING, because before he can even explode, Ralf intends to punch him RIGHT through the wall. But wait, this is a wine cellar. There's no emptiness to fly out into! Oh well. At least he saved that kitten before he died.
Oh yeah, and Ralf totally flies at Rolento with an awesome punch.
So perhaps her attempt wasn't the best of ones. If anything she probably made the situation a bit worse given the way Rolento has decided to pull out the heavy weaponry. She almost gets caught up in the amount of fans that were around now running for there lives and she finally wades through the group looking a bit unsteady. Her left arm looks pretty heavily bandaged and she is walking with a bit of a limp. Of course pain isn't something to worry about at the moment since Rolento looks ready to have a nice explosion party.
If anything she does grab ahold of the flailing Robert and she tries to heft him up. "I think you should leave too." she grunts from straining so much and she tosses him towards the door while soon running after to take cover from the ensuing explosion. Italian abuse is fun because they aren't people.
COMBATSYS: Robert dodges Leona's Strong Throw.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Leona
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Ralf 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Robert
In the meantime, Robert has finally managed to put out the grease fire that is his hair. Thankfully there was so much of it that the actual damage to the hair itself appears to have been at a minimum, somehow. Don't ask. It's best not to. Damn Italians. Turning his attention back to Ralf and Rolento, his jaw actually hangs open for a moment as he surveys just what has happened in the last few minutes. Okay, it was one thing to mess around with his fight. But willfully endangering innocents? Robert's just a showy goober most of the time, but stuff like that REALLY PISSES HIM OFF. Not so easily distracted anymore, Garcia decisively sidesteps Leona's crushing embrace. "Probably, but no thanks." Off he goes, sprinting straight towards Rolento. ...What a dumbass.
Robert doesn't any time thinking about it, he just does it. He springs forward into the air, only to cruise downward with a powerful kick aimed to send the villain spiralling backward into the wall. It's one of those extremely rare, genuinely heroic moments for Robert as he streaks towards Rolento, with all the grace and elegance of a man who has learned from countless aerial kicks of justice delivered to him by a father and son who are overprotective of a wealthy Italian putting his grubby mits on Kyokugen tail.
"HIEN RYUJIN KYAKU!"
COMBATSYS: Rolento endures Ralf's Galactica Phantom'.
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Rolento 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Leona
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Ralf 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Robert
COMBATSYS: Robert successfully hits Rolento with Hien Ryuujin Kyaku.
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Rolento 1/-======/=======|==-----\-------\0 Leona
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Ralf 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Robert
And like some kind of great, climatic moment, both the attempted-thrown Robert Garcia and valiant Ralf assault Rolento as one. His eyes widen in both disbelieve and some disturbing, otherworldly willpower. The madman spreads his stance, managing to grip even more of his grenades. "GO---!!" And the very moment of collision, there's an explosion. Yet this is not the sort that might be expected. Grenades, heavy armor-piercing condensed and volatile grenades, fly in every direction. Two dozen of them, at least. They clatter against walls, roll behind crates, and come to a stop all over the confined area. The absolutely shattered form of Rolento Shugerg hurtles backwards like a comet, just as they all explode in apparent unison. His body vanishes in a flash of flame, like a phoenix. His laughter can be heard, cutting off sharply. The whole ground shakes, rattling the very foundation. If anyone human is left inside they are dead, but luckily they all had time to get upstairs. Hopefully many of Nanako's kittens are horribly maimed, however. When it clears, there's a hell of a lot of smoke and fire. The restaurant itself is not damaged, nor about to be scorched to the ground given the underlaying stone and the small kinetic yield of the grenades, but they are going to have to rebuild the basement. Where is Rolento...? Dead, almost certainly. ... OR IS HE?
COMBATSYS: Rolento can no longer fight.
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Leona 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Robert
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COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Ralf with Mine Sweeper.
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Leona 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Robert
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COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Robert with Mine Sweeper.
- Power hit! -
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Leona 0/-------/-----==|=======\=====--\1 Robert
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COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Leona with Mine Sweeper.
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Leona 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Robert
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Ralf 0/-------/--=====|
And so it ends. Ralf will be missed! Others will be mad. Mad that THEY weren't the ones to kill the girlbeater, while others will honor him as a lover of felines and JUSTICE. Others will just wonder when the hell he'll get out of the hospital so he can sign their autographs.
Back in the real world, Ralf's eyes screw shut as he introduces Rolento to the world's mightest on-the-ropes punch, already bracing for the impact those grenades are sure to offer. His bulk takes a large brunt of the blast, which means that he's slung UPWARD, crashing through wooden posts across the ceiling, then back onto the ground, heavily battered, burnt, and ...and down?! Is he down? No one can tell in the smoke. The only thing that is for certain is the sound of pained groans and heavy exertion. It SOUNDS like Ralf. Even he can't see in the mess as he takes blind swings, turning in circles, fists flying everywhere!! Surely, he can't be up after such a badass suicide strike?!
COMBATSYS: Robert just-defends Ralf's Exploding Vulcan Punch!
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Leona 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Robert
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It looks like trying to help is something that Leona shouldn't do. Instead of being safe she tried her best to remove Robert from the blast only to get caught in it herself and only cause some more injury to her wounds that were sustained against the fight with Eiji. She grunts some while pushing herself up off her feet and she rubs the back of the neck. "Idiot." she mutters and she kicks off the legs to a table that landed hear her and she hefts up the table top like some giant frisbee and she spins about to fling the thing right at the back of Robert's head. "You don't refuse a lady's offer!"
COMBATSYS: Robert just-defends Leona's Large Thrown Object!
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Leona 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Robert
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Robert Garcia doesn't escape ground zero unscathed either, his leisure suit and slacks ripped, shredded, bloody, and otherwise a complete ruin. He hasn't felt like this since since he carved his way through a Southtown thugs and still had enough left over to smash Mr. Big's grinning face into the ground. He hasn't felt this bloody...this GOOD...since those good old days. Man, it's rather fortunate for Kim that Kyokugen is his second love after Yuri, otherwise he might have to give that whole justice thing a try. This is great! This is exhillerating! This is...that telltale sensation of IMMINENT DOOM?! Where the hell did that come from? Oh, right. Ralf and that crazily heroic lady trying to double-team him. "'Gee, thanks for your help Robert.'" Caught between a rock and a hard place, he chances a glance off to the side. That's one damn big frisbee. Thankfully, that might just foot the bill. Quickly darting both arms to the side, the muscles in his arms bulge as he catches the table between both hands, only to quickly swing around and use it a shield against the rushing onslaught of the bloodied commando. "'Thanks for putting off our fight, Robert.'" With that last blow of Ralf the table smashes in half, the Kyokugen fighter's head snapping to the side and narrowly avoiding imminent skull collapse.
He's just...had it. Damn punks, ruining his fight. Even with the distraction of Rolento out of the way, he's still got some interloper's crap to deal with. Well, that's fine. Neither he or his matched opponent are in any good condition, so if beer-gut wants to play all hard core with him, he'll bring it to the table alright. Through the demise of the table steps the Kyokugen Dragon, a single sucker punch aimed at Ralf's stomach. Regardless of whether or not it lands, he'll do his damnest to keep the Ikari staggering backward on the defensive as he launches into a thirteen-hit combination of punches and kicks of unrestrained aggression. "EAT IT!"
COMBATSYS: Robert successfully hits Ralf with Ryuuko Ranbu.
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Leona 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Robert
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OH! What an upset! The smoke clears in the wake of Ralf's fists, the only to be renewed as they start flying so fast they they start BURNING! The pieces of table go flying, the smaller bits and edges set ablaze by the explosive punches being throw hither and yon! It's in the middle of a swing that Robert first catches him. Ralf retaliates with another punch, but it's FAR too high as the high-speed combo continues, assaulting his battered, but sturdy-as-hell frame over and over. The last few hits cause him to stumble back, but by now, Ralf's totally on auto-pilot, a beast in motion, functioning on self-defense! Without even being able to clearly see where Robert's at, Jones latches onto the edge of the nearest wine cask. You know, but big, five-foot-tall ones. A monstrous groan is heard as he tears the thing from its moorings, throwing the enormous item into the battle! A pause, a puff and grunt, and he reaches for the other one, repeating the effort. A pause, a puff and a--and a... A puff, and Ralf leans, wobbles, and collapses. But will he STAY down this time?
You're damned right. Hooray for smoke asphyxiation!!
COMBATSYS: Ralf can no longer fight.
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Robert 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Leona
Looks like with Rolento at least out of the way she feels a bit less annoyed by everything. Honestly she isn't even sure if the fight even counts at this point with all the interference. Scratching her head she mumbles something to herself and she tugs off her earring that still remained and she lightly tosses it aside towards Robert's feet as she starts to stalk outwards. Ralf will be better once some booze makes its way across the floor and to his lips. A few sips and he will be as good as new. Rolento, well she still owes him one along with a big payback to his current partner in crime. "I need a cigarette." she murmurs as she walks up the steps and heads out.
COMBATSYS: Robert dodges Ralf's Random Weapon.
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Robert 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Leona
COMBATSYS: Robert blocks Leona's Earring Bakudan.
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Robert 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Leona
COMBATSYS: Leona has left the fight here.
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If it weren't the gruesome, shattered, bloody scene that this is, the antics of Ralf and Robert would have almost been comical. As it is, it's a horribly mangled figure of a soldier hurling crate after crate of watered down wine at Garcia, who is still on his combat high and reliving the first test of his art of fighting. Wine crates detonate around the Italian like bombs, almost like some bizarre Ikari initiation ritual as he franticly scampers along the floor...until the man finally collapses. He quickly turns back towards the blue-haired interloper, expecting her to continue being a nuisance, only to sigh with a great gasp of relief as he only observes her back as she walks away. Whew, it's finally over. And he somehow survived it all! Alive, intact, bloodied, exhausted...and exhillerated! Somehow it manages to simultaneous be one of the best and crappiest nights he's had in a long while, all wrapped up into one.
Wait. What's that crackling noi--
*** BOOM ***
....
Later that evening, news anchors would report on the carnage of Rolento's unexpected visitation, and families would tearfully recount the horrible experience to the TV world over. However, a few witnesses would also attest to having seen a bloodied man screaming like a girl as he ran down the street away from the aftermath.
With his hair on fire.
Log created by Rolento, and last modified on 22:22:39 02/23/2007.