Description: Alex, the powerful brawler, and Dudley, the Gentleman Boxer, take each other's mettle and, while Dudley loses, he seems to make a favorable impression on the brawler... (Winner: Alex)
Alex came back in town last night, and he's been on the warpath ever since. He was a fighter of some repute; he left, presumably to muck about in the States or in Europe or somewhere out of the spotlight. Just before he boarded a boat in San Francisco, he mailed in his sign-up to the Neo League. Within minutes of stepping off the boat in Southtown, he fought and defeated Heavy D!. Perhaps Alex has a craving to face more boxers, because he sent a challenge to Dudley, one of the more famous boxers around.
And he's here. The camera crew is set-up, but Alex isn't in the spotlight; he's coming down the street in his jacket, apparently not wanting to show up early to the fight he put together. They'd probably interview him, or something. Forget that.
Big Duds, as some call him, has absolutely no problem with the spotlight. He loves it, in fact; and there's no better way to get the spotlight than to make a flashy entrance. So that's what he does; rolling up to the marked out area in his favorite Jag, this one colored a light blue that matches his gloves, with the requisite gold and silver trim. The engine roars and purrs, like a great cat, and the crowd parts for it as the car edges up against the designated area.
Dudley himself slips out of the car as he pulls up, already doffing his blazer; this is tossed into the car and the Englishman is waving his gloved hands as he walks into the 'ring', the area delineated by the officials via those seat-belt-strap barriers.
"And now entering the ring! Dudley, champion boxer from England!!!"
Alex walked. The bus is too expensive, and walking keeps your legs working and your eyes and ears open. That's Alex's theory, at least. His entrance is a little less flashy than the Jaguar, but once he's in the ring -- and it takes a moment before his size and appearance register and the cameras start going. "Hey, hold this," he says, tossing his jacket to a camera guy and peeling off his shirt. That goes on the floor. Alex steps over the barriers and into the ring, loking at his opponent, and his opponent's suit.
"Entering the ring! From Metro City, Alex!" The announcer fumbles for a moment. What the hell do you call Alex, anyways? A puncher?
"So you're Dudley, huh?" Alex says, staring at his foe. "Does the thousand dollar suit help you fight?"
COMBATSYS: Alex has started a fight here.
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Alex 0/-------/-------|
Dudley gazes at his opponent with a not-quite-slight smirk on his lips; the announcer uhhs, and steps back a bit. Dudley is smaller than Alex, that's for sure; however, Dudley's faced larger men before and he doesn't look intimidated in the least.
"The suit," he says, carefully, "is merely a sign that I have a good tailor." Something that, from Dudley's expression, it's clear Alex could use. The word to fight is given, but Dudley merely raises his gloves and begins bobbing in place.
"Let's fight... like -gentlemen-," he offers, his traditional opening-round vocal... then beckons to Alex with one hand. Come.
COMBATSYS: Dudley has joined the fight here.
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Alex 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Dudley
COMBATSYS: Dudley focuses on his next action.
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Alex 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Dudley
"That's your problem, right there," Alex says, apparently paying no heed to his... questionable choices in fashion and personal hygiene. "I'm no gentlemen!" Further evidence of that fact: Alex slings himself into action /first/, apparently taking Dudley's invitation and moving headlong into it. His maneuver is fairly simple, but it's that simplicity that's trouble: Catch Dudley by the chest with your hand, and then push him into the ground with one swift application of superior mass.
Though he doesn't seem like the cerebral sort, it's not the most foolish of actions: Dudley's a boxer, and once Alex gets Dudley off of his feet, fancy footwork stops being an issue.
COMBATSYS: Dudley endures Alex's Hand Stamp.
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Alex 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Dudley
Very few people qualify as 'gentlemen', particularly amongst fighters. But Dudley can always hope; after all, he's met men who qualify, and even women. It's too bad Alex won't. Dudley smirks, a little bit, letting Alex grab his chest and force him down; if asked why he didn't defend, he might reply, "I couldn't. I was -busy-." Busy, however--with what? Well, in this case, busy with attempting to punch the heck out of Alex; even as he's going down, he's swinging a short, deep uppercut for Alex's midsection.
Hit or miss, Dudley will tumble backwards and be back up on his feet a moment later.
COMBATSYS: Alex endures Dudley's Fierce Punch.
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Alex 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Dudley
Alex takes this blow in almost the same manner that Dudley did -- because he's got other plans at the moment. Dudley's fist hits muscle with a feeling that likely resembles... a brick wall. What happens when the unstoppable force meets the immovable object, anyways? Violence, that's what. "You're the second guy I've seen who tried that--" Alex says, pursuing Dudley forward while he tumbles away to try and get a solid grip on his opponent.
"And I'm still impressed by your moxy!" Alex says, his working class Metro City accent showing like a light. If he can get a grasp on Dudley, some of his wishes will be granted -- lifted back up onto his feet. And then spin around and driven spine-first into the floor with all of Alex's size and strength behind it.
COMBATSYS: Dudley fails to interrupt Powerbomb from Alex with Cross Counter.
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Alex 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Dudley
Dudley had had a plan, himself... unfortunately, his plan didn't go off, and Alex's did--meaning that Dudley just got himself powerbombed. Dudley grunts--but it wasn't as painful as it could have been--and once again he finds himself tumbling, forward this time, before he rises to his feet. If he is dismayed that it didn't work... well, he doesn't look it. He merely beckons Alex forward again.
"You're still up, huh? Tough guy. I like that. There's more to you than the car and the suit, otherwise you'd never have gotten back up." Alex thumbs his nose, still circling. He seems to be recovering from that punch. It was a hell of a hit, all the same. "But you've got the same problem as the other guy--no flexibility. You really think your fists are the only thing you need to win a fight?!"
Alex dashes forward with remarkable speed for so much bulk, reaching out to grab Dudley by the boxing glove and trap his right arm in a muscle lock. If he can manage that, it's just a little bit of force applied before the pain becomes... apparent.
COMBATSYS: Dudley blocks Alex's Quick Throw.
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Alex 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Dudley
Dudley breaks that hold before anything bad can happen, really, and he spends just a moment wringing his wrist out. The damage wasn't bad at all; and Dudley's back on the ready as he smirks at Alex.
"Do you think that your muscle mass is all you need to win a fight? These are not merely fists! They are the product of long, hard training! My skill as a boxer is not for YOU to dismiss!" So saying, Dudley takes the offensive, lunging forward, swinging his right hand around in a head-level hook punch.
COMBATSYS: Alex just-defends Dudley's Hook Punch!
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Alex 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Dudley
"It's not your skill--" Alex says, reaching out to catch Dudley's glove with his right hand. There's an exchange of force. It's not a punch that ought to be ignored -- and can't be -- but Alex can weather that storm, and use it to transition to something... worse. "--it's your spirit! This ain't a science, pal, and it ain't a thing for dapper men!" Alex's legs begin to move, bending over backwards to lift Dudley into the air and deliver him once again unto the ground. Really hard.
COMBATSYS: Alex successfully hits Dudley with Spiral DDT.
Glancing Blow
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Alex 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Dudley
_Really_ hard? Not really. Dudley's got at least enough technique to roll with the punches as it were, landing on his shoulder and rolling back up to his feet. His displeasure is not displayed on his face--but perhaps in his words. "My spirit, young ruffian, is not for you to determine either! In my chest burns a fierce desire to win that cannot be blown out by mere words!" Or throws, apparently; Alex has thus far proved his 'game' to be as one-sided as Dudley's. Dudley is back on his feet again and lunging forward, snapping out a series of fierce left jabs for Alex's face and chest, a setup for the right short uppercut aimed for the brawler's chin. The Machinegun Blow--an attack that has devestated lesser men.
COMBATSYS: Alex blocks Dudley's Machinegun Blow.
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Alex 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Dudley
Alex is no lesser man; the blows hammer at his forearms, which is the first thing he raises to to protect himself from what would otherwise be a truly savage onslaught. "Not bad--" he returns, having avoided blows to his face and chest but still having been more than a little battered. "You're figuring out how this works-- but I think I've got you pegged, too, ya palooka!" Alex changes gears from throws to blows and raises a flashing elbow across Dudley's chin. It's a familiar technique. Most people know who Charlie and Guile are, somewhere in the big wild world. Looks like Alex sure does, too.
COMBATSYS: Dudley blocks Alex's Slash Elbow.
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Alex 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Dudley
That elbow is not going to meet Dudley's face--not in this instant, anyways. Dudley blocks it almost negligently, with a single glove, and he just stands in place, shaking his head a little. "Who are you to be born with such arrogance?? 'You have me figured out'..." Dudley takes a half-step back and lowers his hands. "Then, if you have me 'figured out'... come on and take me down!" Dudley may be losing but he is not going to back down at all. Just not in his way.
COMBATSYS: Dudley gains composure.
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Alex 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Dudley
Alex takes a step forward -- and then stops. Instead, he waits, retying his bandanna to make sure it's on tight. "Don't mean to sound arrogant," Alex says, cracking his knuckles and getting back into a fighting stance. He's waiting and ready. "It's just that there's something that pisses me off about a guy that thinks he's too good for the fight. That kind of pride... 'fight like gentlemen'! You've gotta be kidding me... Fighting ain't for gentlemen, pal, trust me."
COMBATSYS: Alex focuses on his next action.
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Alex 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Dudley
Dudley smiles a thin smile. "If I were 'too good' for this fight, Alex... I wouldn't be here!" Perhaps it is more a mismatch of thought than a difference in opinion. "I seek to strive against the best of the best! To improve myself until my boxing is supreme! So that my skill is as bountiful as my pride!" And that said... now he lunges forward, having had his rest, closing with Alex and firing off a series of jabs, peppering Alex's torso as he did before.
COMBATSYS: Alex endures Dudley's Medium Punch.
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Alex 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Dudley
"Yeah?" Alex raises his arms to defend himself, but he doesn't do a very good job -- he takes several hits in the process, finding himself pressed further and further back by the series of explosive hits. "I wouldn't have believed it... but you said it with your fists, and not your fancy words! Then, let's go!" he roars, before taking off, swinging his elbow like a maniac and lurching ever closer to Dudley, trying to land hit after hit after hit -- and then finally pick him up and deliver him to the floor. Maybe it wasn't until Dudley proved his mettle that Alex put the pedal to the metal.
COMBATSYS: Dudley fails to interrupt Boomerang Raid from Alex with Rocket Upper.
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Alex 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Dudley
Ngh. Dudley's off his game; he lunges forward, an attempt to catch Alex before he can get going--and fails. The pummeling is brief, the slamming throw the punctuation on it... and yet Dudley rolls to his feet again. The clothes are getting ruined, but he doesn't seem to care... he actually looks somewhat happy. It's never a bad thing to find a skilled opponent... even if Alex doesn't look like it, really, he's certainly proved his worth...
Alex tries to pick up on some of Dudley's fancy footwork -- he starts moving, trying to snake around his opponent as he gets to his feet. He's not saying anything, anymore, not now that he's gotten a better handle on his what his opponent is all about. No, just the opposite -- he's enjoying the fight. And speaking of feet, Alex has two, and when he finally gets up into range he picks that foot up and drives it like a train into Dudley. The one thing neither fighter has seen, so far: A kick.
COMBATSYS: Dudley dodges Alex's Strong Kick.
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Alex 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Dudley
A kick. It's not like Dudley hasn't seen 'em; after all, kicks are the kit and caboodle of many a fighter. And that Alex should see fit to try and bust Dudley's grill in such a manner isn't surprising. Thus, it shouldn't be any more surprising that Dudley chooses not to be hit by it; he rotates away from the kick, letting it strike air, and just to prove he's not a regular ol' boxer, he then brings a fist around in a hook punch--attempting to punch Alex right in the extended thigh.
COMBATSYS: Alex endures Dudley's Hook Punch.
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Alex 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Dudley
Alex grins when Dudley launches out of the way. Well, it's less of a grin and more... whatever a wolf does when it's happy aside from wag its tail. Alex lets Dudley hit him hard. He seems to do that a lot -- not so interested in his well-being, perhaps -- because once contact is made, Alex dispenses with style and form to just try and pick his opponent up... and toss him straight down. Sometimes you have to go with the basics, after all.
COMBATSYS: Dudley blocks Alex's Body Slam.
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Alex 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Dudley
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Raiden enters the park from the business district.
One should -never- dispense with style. Style is essential to being a human being and not just one of the masses. Grabbed, lifted, and tossed, Dudley once again rolls with the punches as it were--or the ground impacts--and comes up. Lookin' the worse for wear, for sure, who can blame him for wanting to take a small rest? Despite that, however, his eyes don't dull and his guard remains tight...
COMBATSYS: Dudley gains composure.
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Alex 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Dudley
Time to finish this deal -- if he can, anyways. Alex used Dudley's breather to pick up some of his own slack. This time, however, he just picks up speed and comes back at his opponent, moving fast to try and remain on his opponent. Alex's objective suddenly becomes simple: Grab Dudley and twist him about into another lock. If he can disable that fist, this fight becomes a little less... arduous.
COMBATSYS: Alex successfully hits Dudley with Quick Throw.
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Alex 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Dudley
Dudley struggles in that lock, fiercely; the squeeze is painful and Dudley's on his last legs. With a grunt, he twists out of the hold and, with his right arm essentially disabled, he has to rely on his left. Not a great thing for a normal fighter; crippling for a boxer. He's about willing to concede the match to Alex, cept, well... Dudley don't concede. He's infamous for it. His smile is grim, but honest. "You have proven yourself to be quite a combatant, Alex. It has truly been my pleasure to have faced you. I suspect we will clash again sometime soon." And then he's putting himself--his skill, his spirit, his -fire- -- into a singular uppercut, a power left that sees him stepping in and basically punching almost straight upwards for Alex's jaw.
COMBATSYS: Alex blocks Dudley's Uppercut Punch.
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Alex 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Dudley
"Oof!" Alex blocks that blow with his forearms -- they're bruised up. The burly brawler is changing gears again. This just became surgery; even if he respects his opponent, if 'giving it your all' includes dismantling your opponent, then that's the thing to do. Alex steps to the side, grasping Dudley's fist with a grim expression on his face and twisting it again. That'll be the other hand.
COMBATSYS: Dudley fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Alex with Cross Counter.
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Alex 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Dudley
Dudley really did have something magnificent planned! Sadly... it's just not his day. Maybe God just hates him, or there's some other reason... his arm is grabbed, and twisted. This time, however, Dudley doesn't let himself be disabled. He needs that arm. Truth be told, his right arm is coming back alive a little bit; in severe pain, but he can move the arm, and that's essential. It wouldn't do to be disabled for good by a mere brawler.
"Yeah," Alex says, as though confirming something. That arm's still working. He's good. "We'll do this again. I'm looking forward to it," he adds, seriously, before he takes a step forward, looking to end the fight in a quickly -- and one might dare say dignified -- fashion: With a quick slashing uppercut to the chin, hopefully enough to knock Dudley from his feet.
COMBATSYS: Alex successfully hits Dudley with Slash Elbow.
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Alex 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Dudley
Ngh! Dudley takes the hit; but his eyes don't close just yet. No, he'll give it one last try--he forces his right leg back, stopping his backwards fall, and turning it into a forward fall. And as he falls, he brings his right hand over in a slow, clumsy overhead punch aimed for Alex's head. Of course it will likely miss, but this is Dudley--a fighter to the end. He isn't even particularly concerned about the loss--losses happen, and they should be taken as spurs to training, not as soul-crushing defeats.
COMBATSYS: Dudley can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Alex blocks Dudley's Uppercut Punch.
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Alex knows a fighter when he sees one. Catching it on the shoulder, Alex isn't felled by the blow, but Dudley's end of the fight... is over, that's for certain. As the boxer falls, Alex remains standing, hovering above his opponent. "You put up a good fight, pal," he says, confidently. "There's a bruiser beneath all that hair gel. Maybe next time I'll get to meet him."
COMBATSYS: Alex has ended the fight here.
Log created by Dudley, and last modified on 10:15:15 03/24/2007.