Description: Simply one of the most epic battles ever to be had. You must read to believe. (Winner: Tran)
It is Wednesday night and all you people know exactly what the hell that means. It is time for the weekly edition of Wednesday Night Breakdown. This week is special due to the fact that the Breakdown returns to Southtown with an extended card. Yes there is more than one match of pure awesome. Instead the fans will get four great matches spread all across the area of Southtown this fine evening. Of course the best one would have to be the one where Duck King himself is at, right?
Oh he seems quite pleased with himself this time. With his connections there is a giant three foot wall set up in a rectangle with holes about 8 feet deep in the four corners and in the middle of the two longer sides. Why is it set up like this? Well it appears to be because of the fact there are giant ass pool balls set up ready to be broken that stand abotu five feet tall and are made of durable plastics so they do not shatter with ease. Standing on top of the cue ball is Duck King himself. He lightly balances on the item as he takes his microphone. "Oi! Here we go with the match of the evening folks." he begins as he glances about. "Welcome to Pool Hall Madness. Tonight we have two newcomers to the Breakdown scene. On the right he calls himself a doctor, but he only makes housecalls if it involves kicking ass. Give it up to Dr. Tran! And some guy I found wandering about Southtown and offered him a money prize to compete, Alan R. B.!" The fans may not recognize the names really, but they cheer nonetheless. Why wouldn't they? This match is going to be epic.
The moment Duck offered money, he could practically see the boxer's eyes turn into money signs. He sure does love cash. Alan faces away from Tran to start off with, calmly smoking a cigarette. He seems to have healed up quite nicely from his 'fight' with Billy Kane last night, though it's more likely his clothes are covering any bruises that he acquired. His hands move to his belt where his iron rings are stored, and with a quick motion he darts his fingers through them and snaps them off the belt. Securing their fit, Alan turns toward the good doctor and smirks.
"What is that, a lab coat? You can't be serious." Fists are hereby brought upward, Alan assuming a tight, small-profile boxing stance while stepping around quickly in random directions. Electricity crackles around his hands with every movement. "Honestly, you're dressed like you just came back from some cartoon convention." The cigarette drops out of Alan's mouth, and he steps on it.
COMBATSYS: Alan has started a fight here.
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Alan 0/-------/-------|
Connections? How the hell do you explain this as connections? Who on earth would even make fake pool balls this large? It's ridiculous! It's improbable! It's happened anyway, and Dr. Tran just so happens to be prepared for the occasion. That is to say, the doctor has a little thing of chalk held in one hand. Unfortunately, nobody thought to make giant pool cues, DUCK, so it'll go sad and unused.
"I'll have you know that this lab coat is cooler than you, pal. Oooh, look at me, I smoke and think that I can fight. La dee dah!" Nevermind that Alan's stance actually looks like something you would use in a fight, and Tran's just kind of standing there. That's a detail unworthy of anyone's attention.
"Let's just get this over with. Anytime you're ready, sparky." Tran shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks on his heels, looking up at the sky, evidently totally unconcerned that he might actually, y'know, get attacked here.
COMBATSYS: Tran has joined the fight here.
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Tran 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Alan
And so they have come to together finally. Two men set for an epic clash. "Bring in.....the cue!" The fans then start chanting 'Cue cue cue cue cue!' over and over as there is a loud thud and a fifteen foot long pool cue carried by three burly security guards that work for Duck King starts to approach the table amid all the chanting. This is also the time when Duck is quickly getting the hell out of dodge and going to rest in the comfort of the back of his El Camino to watch the events unfold.
The giant cue is then lowered and aimed to smack right into the cue ball at the right time. The crowd goes silent as they start to wonder what is going to happen this fight. "FIRE!" cries Duck loudly as the three men heft the giant cue back and then bring it forward at a high speed to slam into the cueball which careens into the rest sending the fighting area into complete disarray as balls bounce all about and almost run over each fighter. The fight is on!
With a short "oh god" under his breath, Alan dashes forward and too the side, blurring slightly with his speed as he avoids a careening 2-ball which promptly lands in the side pocket he was just in front of. Having successfully not died, Alan grins at Tran after he fires back. "Heh, we'll see what I think I can do after this!" With a series of those short, semi-blurry dash steps, Alan dodges his way to Tran, electricity crackling around the rings on his hands. When he gets to the Real Doctor, he drops into a roll to attempt to come up behind him, snapping both hands at the back of Tran's head. When they meet they erupt with concussive force and sound, hoping to hurl Tran somewhere in the path of a ricocheting ball.
COMBATSYS: Tran reflects Thunderclap from Alan with Operation - Dr. Tran.
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Tran 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Alan
Cue? Giant...pool cue? Grasping the chalk in his hand with renewed vigor, Tran's gaze locks onto the giant pool cue, and it doesn't come off it. Reaching up with one hand, he mouths 'pool cue' and takes a couple of steps toward it. Then the burly men make chaos happen. Tran takes another couple of steps toward the cue. Then the chaos actually affects Tran, as he's forced to dive out of the way of a giant oncoming '4' ball.
Ending up in a tight crouch, Tran looks about for a moment, as if coming out of a daze. That's right - he's fighting some dude, some dude who's somewhere aroun - OH THERE HE IS. As Alan rolls toward Tran, Tran whirls about, sidestepping slightly, so that he ends up facing the boxer. Whipping a hand up in defense, expecting a blast of lightning or something, Tran forms a grayish white disc, stopping the boxer's blast almost directly at the source. It expands outward from there, except in the other direction.
For a brief moment afterward, Tran looks at Alan with a puzzled look on his face. "The hell? What the hell was-" He's kind of interrupted when he has to dodge out of the way of yet another ball, though.
Alan is rocked back by Tran's disc of whatever the crap, nearly knocking him into the other side pocket! He arrests his topple quickly enough to jump back into his fighting stance. He chuckles at Tran's confusion and instead of elucidating further jumps forward and makes a quick jab to his face while he's busy avoiding the ball. Lightning crackles around his fist and comes forward to a small point with the blow.
COMBATSYS: Tran blocks Alan's Jab Punch.
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Tran 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Alan
The good doctor's brow furrows, before he raises a hand to grab the incoming fist. The impact sends a jolt down his forearm, but Tran grits his teeth and keeps hanging on. "Don't interrupt me when I'm thinking. Back off or I'll back you off!" Tran brings his other hand around in a quick punch at Alan's face, yanking back at the same time for a little bit of extra 'oomph'.
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Alan with Quick Punch.
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Tran 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Alan
Tran's punch lands solidly, Alan failing to get his hand away from Tran's in time. The boxer is rocked back, but his hair and sunglasses remain completely unaffected! "Hhnch..." At that moment the cue ball itself looms close, slowly, the ricocheting balls nearing the end of their flight. Alan quickly breaks away from Tran, jumping up and over the white orb. As he reaches its top he suddenly twists, booted foot describing an electric circle in the air as he sends it rolling /directly/ for Tran. Oh no!
Alan lands lightly once his leap is over, stepping back as he brings his fists up, ready for Tran's undoubted return.
COMBATSYS: Tran dodges Alan's Thrown Object.
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Tran 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Alan
Alan has dropped a connection.
With an amount of grace that's frankly kind of suprising, Tran immediately leaps up and toward the cue ball, leaping off of in quick pursuit of Alan. At least, that's the idea. In practice, that ball's moving pretty quick, so when Tran's foot touches it, he kind of gets spun in place. It leads to a somewhat rough landing, Tran down on one hand before Alan. Straightening up, Tran takes a step back and smirks. "That's better. Now that I've had a minute, feel free to come at me any time. If you think you can manage to do a bit better than you have been, anyway."
COMBATSYS: Tran focuses on his next action.
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Tran 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Alan
Alan's response to Tran's sass is simple, yet expressive in its near-contempt. The boxer drops from his stance, dipping his left hand into his pocket. He takes out a small square of white cloth and removes his sunglasses, wiping them down while staring right at Tran. Then he replaces his shades, pockets the cloth, and scratches the side of his head before falling loosely back into his stance. The entire thing is done with a tremendous air of arrogance and superiority!
Could that have been... A TAUNT?!
COMBATSYS: Alan gains composure.
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Tran 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Alan
Heaven forbid! Tran? Taunted? TAUNTED!? That tears it. There's only one thing to do here. Reaching into his coat, Tran produces his own pair of sunglasses, then holds them up for a moment. He wiggles them. "Maybe after I've knocked you the hell out, I'll take your pair as a trophy, sparky." Tran grins, then slips his on.
A ball (the number 9 this time) slowly rolls toward Tran with the last of its momentum. "Oh, think fast." The doctor whips around roundhouse's the back of the ball, sending it literally flying for a brief moment, before it lands and continues careening toward Alan.
COMBATSYS: Alan overcomes Thrown Object from Tran with Lightning Strikes Twice.
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Tran 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Alan
Alan snorts with amusement as Tran threatens to take his sunglasses, as though he couldn't just go get another pair made. "And maybe after you're out, I'll give you these as a consolation!" The ball comes flying at Alan, who stands his ground, lifting his right hand. A ball of crackling chi forms between his middle finger and thumb, and Alan brings his hand down and snaps his fingers. "Strike!" A bolt of lightning flashes out at the ball, smacking into it and cracking the plastic. The ball's approach is severely arrested, but Alan is not done! The hand comes back up quick as a flash and the boxer snaps again. "Twice!" Another bolt craks out, smacking into the ball and halting it, travelling through the cracks to shower out the other side at Tran.
COMBATSYS: Tran overcomes Lightning Strikes Twice from Alan with Large Thrown Object.
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Tran 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Alan
A new challenger has appeared! Wait, what?
When the lightning comes out the other side of the ball, there's already a new obstacle in its path - the fabled 8 ball, recently sent hurtling by Tran, right after the last ball. It absorbs Alan's lightning, and keeps going, transferring its momentum back to the 9 ball moments later, which once again goes rumbling toward Tran's oh so rude opponent. "You'd give those ugly things to me? Taking them is one thing, but you couldn't pay me to let you give them to me!" Convoluted, much?
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Alan with Large Thrown Object.
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Tran 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Alan
When the balls come back, the corner of Alan's mouth turns down, and he attempts to step out of the way to the left. Unfortunately, the cracks on the 9 ball cause it to veer just that way, smacking into Alan and knocking him back into the 5 ball, which flies into the corner pocket.
Somewhere, someone wins a bet.
Alan R. B. picks himself back up with a grunt of irritation, bouncing on the balls of his feet and rolling both shoulders before reassuming his stance and coming back at Tran. "Heh, I should've known better. You obviously don't know what style is." Alan suddenly breaks to the left as he nears Tran, bringing a crackling right hand to his face.
COMBATSYS: Tran fails to interrupt Hook Punch from Alan with Light Kick.
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Tran 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Alan
"I know it a whoark!" If this sentence seems somewhat confusing, it's because it ended rather unexpectedly as Tran got punched right in the goddamn mouth, producing a sound a wounded giraffe might make. It seems like at some point before this exchange, Tran might have been trying to raise a leg, but that went right out the window.
Regardless, Tran is rocked back a couple of steps, left rubbing at his jaw. "So you can throw a punch, and you've got zero taste. I'll still stomp your head into the dirt."
Alan R. B. sneers in response to Tran's sass as he comes in for another hit, hopping at him. "Like I'm going to take advice from someone wearing teal." He tucks his left leg in, right one remaining straight as chi blossoms around it. "Ring of... THUNDER!" Physics suddenly bow to Alan's will as he somersaults forward, heel tracing a perfect circle in the air as his heel flies forward three times at the top of Tran's head.
COMBATSYS: Tran reflects Ring of Thunder from Alan with Operation - Dr. Tran.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Tran 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Alan
It starts with a simple statement. "Teal is an awesome color." Tran frowns slightly, angrily, as Alan approaches. He takes a step forward at the same time, tensing up in preparation. "Teal...is..." A disc of chi forms in Tran's hand, and as Alan flips around, Tran springs forward with all the force of some kind of sprining jungle cat.
Once. Alan's heel comes around once.
"AN AWESOME COLOR!" Tran brings the disc upward at Alan's heel, catching it neatly on the disc. He doesn't relent a bit as he actually drives his snide opponent around in a circle that mirrors the one he just made, to the point where he begins to smash the heel into the ground. Tran grinds it downward for a moment, and then the disc dissipates, and Tran steps back, watching to see if Alan cares to try to get back up afterward.
Alan's foot impacts the disc and is carried around in a horrible ANTIcircle to grind into the ground. Once the disc vanishes Alan's heel fails to hold his weight for the moment and he nearly crumples. If Alan was the kind of man given to anger, he'd be fuming as he stands up, but he instead simply coughs and comes back into his stance. "I guess... if you also like..." There's a pause. "Y'know, I got nothing." There's a little snort to himself, and then Alan brings his right fist back. Blue flash!
Chi seems to crackle from the air into Alan's fist, like a lightning storm hitting a rod. It's all a visual effect, of course, because chi comes from WITHIN, but it still amounts to a huge focus on Alan's right fist. "Can you handle this?! OVERCHARGE!" Alan lunges forward at the good doctor, swinging his chi-packed fist at him. Lightning sizzles all over the place through the air, knocking balls around all over the place.
COMBATSYS: Tran endures Alan's Overcharge!
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Tran 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 Alan
With a chuckle, Tran notes, "You've got nothing, all right." Watching as Alan charges up, it seems like Tran's become completely unconcerned with the fight again. He looks away, hands in his pockets, and even whistles a merry little tune to himself. Tran pulls a hand out of his pocket, checks his watch, and then brings his arm out to the side, letting it stay there for a moment. An odd action, to be sure, but it seems harmless enough.
Then Alan's super lightning punch attack comes in, and Tran doesn't budge. He does lean to the side and hop as it impacts, however, the end results being that the force knocks Tran backward through the air, spinning. Remember that arm? Chi courses along it, and a wide, very thin blade of chi comes zipping out of the newly formed Tranado, directly toward Alan.
A few moments later, Tran hits the ground and spins to a halt, breathing heavily. "I've had a harder time eating breakfast, numbskull."
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Alan with American Hero Cutter.
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Tran 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Alan
Alan doesn't actually take like ten minutes to charge that punch you jerkface! He grins to himself as his punch connected, chi crackling out everywhere, but he takes too much time being satisfied with himself and Tran's chi blade cuts right across his chest, slicing through the expensive vest and shirt. Alan staggers back, and for once some measure of irritation enters his expression. "Man, do you know how much this vest is even worth?"
Alan comes for Tran again, but his left hand darts out, fingers snapping once as he comes. "Strike!" A single bolt of lightning crosses between himself and the Doctor as he comes on.
COMBATSYS: Tran overcomes Lightning Strike from Alan with Real American Hero Cutter.
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Tran 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Alan
Haha, isn't that cute a cute little lightning bolt. Tran annihilates it.
t Which is to say, from his position Over There, Tran has been busy. Too busy to even respond to Alan whining about his clothing. With one arm raised to the side at an upward angle, Tran takes a deep, calming breath, staring forward intently. With a wordless shout, he brings it slashing down, sending another blade of chi screaming forward, very similar to the last. Except there's another one behind it. And another one. And another one. And Tran, windmilling his arms wildly, sending out blade after blade after blade, until it comes to resemble nothing so much as a steady stream of steamy cutting. The lightning bolt just gets lost somewhere in there.
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Alan with Real American Hero Cutter.
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Tran 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Alan
Once again Alan tries to dart out of the way. Goddamn, he did better than this against BILLY KANE. However, he manages to dart directly into a rolling 11-ball, smacking off of it back into the path of Tran's blade storm. The ball moves about an inch, unimpressed. Alan's vest is basically cashed out, though it was going to be replaced at this point anyway, an his shirt is as well, finally revealing Alan's honestly impressive musculature.
Determined to at least make a good show-off of it, aware that he's about to topple over, Alan turns to the side, bringing both hands up over his head. Large balls of chi form in them along with a second flare of blue light, and wordlessly for once, Alan brings down his right hand, snapping his fingers. A significantly larger bolt of lightning leaps at Tran, and his left hand follows with another, snapping back for a third. Finally his right hand comes up, sending a fourth bolt at Tran with Alan pointing after it. After a moment, Alan sinks to a sitting position, breathing hard.
COMBATSYS: Alan can no longer fight.
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Tran 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Tran reflects Thunder Storm from Alan with Operation - Dr. Tran.
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Tran 0/-------/-------|
As Alan shoots forth his final attack, Tran matches it disc for bolt, going with a steamy disc in each hand. The bolts are deflected away, flying off in random directions. After it's finished, Tran grins. "Nothing else to say, sparky? Well, better luck next time. Maybe you'll have learned how to fight by then."
The smugness level here is clearly over nine thousand, with Tran leaning slightly forward at the mostly fallen Alan.
Log created by Duck, and last modified on 08:48:35 03/03/2007.