Description: SPECIAL: Bar Brawl- Someone must be attacked with a bar stool and someone needs to fall onto a piano and make a comically discordant sound upon the keys. Other than that, everything's fair game. Time-period costumes are encouraged but optional. Look, I just like costumes, alright? I'm sure Vyle has some green cowboy boots. (Winner: Jiro)
Albuquerque, New Mexico, where the sun's ablazing in the sky. Although it is spring time, it does feel like summer within the western-like world. It's quite nice, needless to say, as far as to those residing in this place are enjoying their daily tasks while the others are joining together to watch what is going to happen at a medium-sized, wooden building that states 'Olde Timey Saloon'.
Inside are a couple of folks drinking and socializing. Of course, there is one person who looks quite pissed off in the sense that everyone is sitting away from. The blond haired youth is currently sporting nice brown cowboy hat tilted down on his head, almost covering the hair. While Jiro is still wearing his sleeveless grey shirt, over it is a leather jacket. Adorning the legs are a pair of assless chaps, but to keep the skin from showing, he's wearing a blue speedo underneath. Wrapped around his neck, of course, is an electrical looking collar with a dog tag saying 'Jiro'. Jiro is holding a mug of soda, looking quite pissed off. One drunken man steps over to Jiro, leaning close to the boy.
"Hehehehe... you look kinda gay there, boy! I could ta--UGNK!"
Jiro promptly slams a fist straight towards his stomach, and the said drunken man is sent through the wall of the saloon. No one steps near the angry boy again. Jiro is /pissed/! He is reflecting back as to how he got in this situation.
Chibi Theatre:
Chibi Alma: Jirooo, I got something for you. *holds a pair of chaps, speedo, leather jacket, and a cowboy hat* ^_^
Chibi Jiro: You're ****ing kidding me. :|
Chibi Alma: Nope. Take one for the team! :D
Chibi Jiro: Take one where?! C_C **** NO! There's no ****ING WAY I AM WEARING THI---*clip* AGH!
Chibi Mimiru: *pins Jiro down and inserts shock collar* Got it on him! ^_^V
Chibi Alma: *holds a remote* You were saying? o/` ^_~
Chibi Jiro: I ****ing hate you both right now. Mom! Why did you let Mimiru get that damn collar again?! =.=
Chibi Yoko: Remember when I told you to remember to clean your room? Perhaps now you'll remember. :|
Chibi Jiro: WHAT KIND OF FAMILY IS THIS?! Man, this is the most dysfunctional family /ever/. e_e
As the reflection ends, the boy growls, "Let's get this fucking over with." Of course, Jiro forgot who he is fighting, but he'll crush them all the same. Woe to be who is Jiro's opponent, because Jiro is going to hurt anyone he sees.
"This shit cannot get any worse."
Worse? Well...things can always get worse, my friend. As it is...Jiro might get a shock as a familiar tune plays. Definitely not something meant to be played on a saloon piano, but he should know that he's heard it before. And when a familiar face bursts through the swinging saloon doors, dressed in loud green chaps, purple cowboy boots, a black Stetson, and a striped purple-and-black leather vest, his worries should be pretty much confirmed.
"I'm lookin' for a dog 's set to be neutered..." he drawls in his best John Wayne, grinning evilly as he lurches in the door way, knees bent and elbows rested on them, sneering. "Think any 'a ya can direct me to spayed stray, 'eh?"
One of Jiro's opponents is having an all together different experience while passing the time. At the opposite side of the saloon, Hotaru sits atop a stool with a number of people crowded around her. This is partially because by being next to the female fighter, they can be as FAR as damn possible from Jiro in the far corner. But also because some folks can't help but comment on the cute cowgirl or try to start up a conversation with her.
The black cowboy hat covers her hair, except for her ever-present twin pony tails that poke out from underneath it, and some of her bangs that hang down over her forehead. To go with it is the white, long sleeved, button up shirt, red bandana, and black leather vest she picked out while preparing for this event. Replacing her standard white pants are a pair of somewhat form fitting blue jeans with an accompanying black belt with a large silver buckle. She would have worn boots, if they didn't make it too hard for her to fight, so she has on leather moccasin style loafers instead.
Normally reserved and a bit shy at home, when Hotaru is out at events, she seems to liven up some, feeling energized by the anticipation of a challenge. Thus it is that she tolerates the chatter around her with a mirthful smile, though the occasional cheek pinching is starting to get old fast. Now and then she spares a long glance across the room to Jiro, looking sorry for the young man. She had told Elena she was worried she'd embarrass him if she didn't do good. But judging by the getup Alma picked out for him, it's really far, far too late for that. A glance is made as a specific voice stands out from the murmur of the crowd and Hotaru identifies the third arrival easily enough, having looked into this otherwise unknown opponent to her in preparation. Explaining that things are likely getting started shortly, she squeezes her way past the people around her, fixing her hat from a jarred position once she's clear. How do poeple ever keep these things on? she wonders idly, not expecting the headwear to stay in place for long once the match starts. A furtive glance is cast toward Jiro, but it's really hard to look at him for long at the moment...
There is a pause from the Stray Dog as he is recognizing a familiar tune that he had not heard in about two years. This is probably the second time that this individual had caught Jiro wearing something crappy that Alma selected. For the fact that Vyle is the same witness to Jiro's next embarassment, the Stray Dog narrows his eyes, almost close to the Monster mode again. However, he's morely annoyed as he blurts out one thing.
"...God...damnit."
Running a hand towards his forehead, Jiro rubs the temple and he says, "This can't get any---..." His eyes focus towards Hotaru, who is looking quite lovely in her get-up. And the fact that she's here, not to mention his opponent, causes Jiro's features to pale. All of the blood on his face fade off, the eyes widen full of fright and embarassment. In front of her, no less.
Alma is /dead/. D-E-A-D, DEAD! His foot + Alma's ass = DEAD!
The Stray Dog groans exasperatedly, "Okay. It's official. This day sucks." And Vyle's words earn the glance from Jiro, and Jiro is turning red alright.
With fury. Almost growling, the Stray Dog tightens his fists and starts to step up into the drawing position.
Alma's not in this match, so Vyle is his replacement stress ball.
COMBATSYS: Jiro has started a fight here.
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Jiro 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Hotaru has joined the fight here.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|
Vyle snorts, wiping his nose in that stereotypical cowboy way, arm sliding forward underneath his arm to wipe all the dust off. Smirking, the rudo rises up, cracking his neck a few times side to side and straightening his Black Hat. "What's wrong, dog? Looking for a bone? Or mad because someone already gave you one, eh??" he jabs, trying to hit at Jiro's sore spots. The outfit doesn't help the poor boy's case much.
Stepping forward, boots clapping on the wooden floor, he thrusts his hands into his pocket, looking about and striding in a cocky, I-own-the-place manner. "So...the dog wants to fight....and he's got his bitch to tag along too?" he asks, eyes turning to Hotaru. "...huh. Pup or not, don't think I'm going easy on you girlie..."
Wincing at the utterly foul mood Jiro seems to be in, Hotaru stretches her arms, then clasps them behind her back. It's too bad, she ponders. She had agreed to fight him sometime, and had looked forward to it. But right now, she wishes this fight goes as fast as possible to end what's clearly trying to become Jiro's Worst Day. Of the week.
Vyle's demeanor isn't a surprise, from the videos she watched of him, but that doesn't mean she looks any more pleased to hear it. Frowning a little as he goads Jiro on, her expression changes to a bit of surprise as the vehemence is directed her way too. Mouth slightly agape, she looks about to retort, but ends up saying nothing, just clenching her hand at her side. Breathing in deeply, she exhales slowly, trying to put the taunts out of her mind so that she can concentrate. Her style can be demanding as-is, but having to adjust to outfits she's not used to makes it a little bit harder.
And the announcer is about ready for the fight to be begin. It all takes a simple ringing of the bell. After the bell ring, the crowd are cheering.
See. The Stray Dog is now in the mood where /anything/ can set him off like a time bomb. He has been restraining his attempt to attack for right now, at least until he can calm himself. It all is in the breathing, and actually trying to channel his anger and actually control it. He can do it. He can actually better himself in this match-up despite of this stupid get-up.
...1...
'...Or mad because someone already gave you one?'
...2...
'...and he got his bitch to tag along too?'
*BOOOM!* Okay. Screw it. Vyle is dead.
The Stray Dog growls and the fists tightens until he finally draws back and he sprints at Vyle, aiming to get a good, close distance over at Vyle enough to get within the reaching distance, only to shift his body over towards the side. As enraged as he is, he extends the arm out enough to have the right arm up and locked over a bit as he is drawing himself to sever Vyle's head with a brutal clothesline to the neck.
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Strong Punch from Jiro with Antidote.
- Power fail! -
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|
"Bastard," snarls Jiro.
Ok....so...that was....unexpected. Yes. Unexpected was probably the best word to describe this situation.
Vyle expected Jiro to be mad as all hell after that. Most people are when the rudo gives off those demeaning and infuriating taunts and ribs. It's his deal. However...he didn't quite expect the explosive attack that JIro ends to him. Sure, he expected SOMETHING. Just...not quite that vicious and not quite that direct. He tries his best to intercept the attack, but alas, he only ends up leveled in one swift blow, decked like he just hit a tree branch at 60 mph. Flipping end over end, the luchadore groans. "B-bitch...I hit a sore spot, ehh? Someone bury a biscuit in your backyard after all?" Of course, he just can't let up it seems....
Putting Vyle's words out of her mind, Hotaru is ready by the time the match officially starts. Blue eyes glance between Jiro and Vyle, but it really isn't hard to predict where Jiro's rage is about to be directed. The utter speed that the Stray Dog launches into the fray surprises even her in spite the number of times she's watched him fight. He's definitely fighting with rage now, and Vyle brought that upon himself.
As Jiro clotheslines Vyle through the lucahdore's attempt at countering him, Hotaru merely concentrates. She's not going to attack Vyle while he's getting up, and she isn't going to attack Jiro right now either. Instead she continues to concentrate, eyes glancing back and forth between the two young men that are to be her opponents tonight.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru focuses on her next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|
Luckily for Hotaru, /she/ isn't in Jiro's sights of rage. He'll probably calm down sooner or later, but for now? Taking out Vyle is the most ideal thing in his mind right now. Or at least putting him in a coma. There are many things telling him to kill, maim, and destroy. Not too pleased with the events, Jiro is walking straight towards Vyle with a feral, and perhaps angry look about him.
The image of Vyle's snarky manner is soon replaced with a peacefully smiling Alma.
...Jiro's more pissed off.
The Stray Dog immediately reaches his right hand to snag the man by the neck, trying to liftt him up back to his feet and tighten the grip for a nice set-up of what he has in mind.
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Vyle with Helldrive.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|
Destruction is one of Jiro's most notable traits, it seems. Because Jiro's actually eyeing the piano that the musican is playing, trying to make sure that thing are ambient. Narrowing his eyes at Vyle while he has the man in the chokehold, the Stray Dog immediately launches the man off of the ground and into the air enough for his legs to be at an arm's reach.
He wraps his arms around the legs as he leans forward, catching Vyle in place as he runs towards the piano set. His chi is starting to activate, consuming Vyle within the white flames.
This is not going to end well.
The Stray Dog leaps up and he falls down in a sitting position, aiming to powerbomb Vyle /THROUGH/ the piano while in the sitting position. Not only that, but there is a large explosion of ivory flames exhausting off during the impact of the slam.
"Bitch." He snarls at Vyle as he gets back up to his feet.
Ok....that REALLY hurt. Like....REALLY hurt.
Vyle tried to wrest himself out of JIro's grasp...but instead, he's caught in a chokehold...lifted up...then slammed down by his legs into the piano, engulfed in white chi flames as he's driven down. Groaning, the wrestler coughs up something fierce as he's stuck in the remains of the poor innocent old-tyme piano. "Nghh....gohhh.....what....was that? I swear you hit harder before. What, break a limp wrist?" he manages to slip out with a ragged laugh. Oh yeah...stoke the fires...eventually, the bastard will make a mistake. ANd then...it's VYLE Time...
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|
Gasping as the pianist barely makes it out of the way before Jiro uses Vyle's body to put a stop to the Old-Timey music for good, Hotaru then winces as the thrown man climbs out of the wreckage. And still with the taunting? Either he's delusional, or he's really good at suppressing what looks like must be an incredible amount of pain. Oh well, comes with the fighting territory. It's the chance they all take when entering the arena. Ring. Saloon thingy...
Sprinting forward across the room, she's headed right for Vyle, which probably comes as no surprise. Her arm reaches for his in attempting to get a grip on him, and if successful, she'll climb her way up him like a stepladder, kicking him in the knee, stomach, chest, and finally leaping off his shoulder. Her intended trajectory would take her to the wall, where she would push off to land on the ground safely if she's able to pull the attack off.
The Stray Dog is growling, and is on the verge of continuing to beat the hell out of Vyle. Pissed. Piiisssed! The Stray Dog rubs his forehead, trying to clear himself of his anger. But when he sees a blur from Hotaru heading towards Vyle, he stops his attempt to rush at the man, then he takes several steps back. He'll have to calm down.
His eyes do focus towards Hotaru while he does regain himself, his hands rubbing against his eyes. He'll be there. He'll calm down again and figure out what the hell he's going to do. He is already tiring himself out.
COMBATSYS: Jiro gains composure.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Hotaru successfully hits Vyle with Shin-Jou Tai.
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Vyle 1/---====/=======|-------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|
Figures...just as he's seeding Jiro's anger in hopes of screwing up the boy's focus...the girl has to come in and interrupt. Having completely forgotten Hotaru, he only notices her too late, an ineffectual guard put up as she stairsteps her way up his body and kicks him down into the piano wreckage again. Groaning, Vyle can only dream of the pain he wants to inflict on both. As it is...he instead focuses on his initial target. Taking up a broken shard of wood from the destroyed piano, Vyle charges, trying to stick it into the annoying mongrel before him. "PUNK!!"
It takes Hotaru a moment to recover her footing as she comes down from leaping off the wall. Piano debris have left part of the floor a little cluttered, which requires some attention. This buys Vyle plenty of time to charge toward Jiro, wooden makeshift weapon in hand. But Hotaru is close on his heels a moment later, intending to grab him by the shoulders. If she is able to, she'll plant her foot flat in his lower back and knock one of his feet out from under him as she falls backward herself, trying to flip the wrestler backward.
COMBATSYS: Jiro counters Random Weapon from Vyle with Bull Fist.
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|
t After Jiro manages to recover himself and actually focus his mind on something other than destruction, the Stray Dog is slowly coming to. Both eyes shut for a few moments, then he re-opens his eyes to gaze at Vyle coming at him with the broken shard of the destroyed piano.
Man, if Mazuki was watching this match, she'd be shaking her head on many occasions.
The Stray Dog winds his fist back with the fist tightening, "SEI!" And when Vyle comes close enough, Jiro drives himself forward with the fist winding out enough for the young man to immediately slam straight towards Vyle's face quite hard. "DO!" He is actually sending Vyle towards Hotaru, who has an attack of her own ready for him.
Ok...this sucks. Vyle gets it from both sides. First from Jiro simply punching him out of his charge, the wood shard flying out of his hand, then from Hotaru catching him and flipping him back. It's...not hard to infer that the poor sucker got beat down bad. Still...if he's going to go out...go out with a bang. Or something. Barely looking fit enough to stand, Vyle glares at them both. "....*Bleep*.....you..." Then, he spits...well, if spit was green, noxious-looking, and cloudy. It's more like mist actually, a final poisonous present for Jiro just in case Vyle can't find the strength to get up anymore...
COMBATSYS: Vyle endures Hotaru's Quick Throw!
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|
Rolling back to her feet after having flipping Vyle backward, Hotaru takes one look at Vyle and assumes he is out for good. She feels kind of bad for the double-teaming, but with the way he was talking, it feels completely justified. And besides, in a 3 way fight, it's bound to happen to /someone/. Having let her guard down, she's surprised to see that Jiro is having to deal with yet another attack from their present antagonist and the girl spins back around to see Vyle is back on his feet, defying appearances.
Leaving Jiro to deal with the incoming cloud of poison, Hotaru darts toward Vyle from an angle, leaping into the air to give her altitude before flipping and changing her direction of momentum into a diving kick directly for Vyle's shoulder. If she lands securely, she'll attempt a second kick with her other leg, before trying to leap away again. A lot of her opponents probably get the feeling they're being used as trampolines much of the time...
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Jiro with Venom Breath.
Glancing Blow
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|
This is amusing. The Stray Dog immediately strays to the side from the attempted breath to spray across his face. Unfortunately, Jiro is caught by the whiff of the stench, causing him to fall on his knees. He grumbles irritibly, reaching for him toshake his head and snort out the smoke while he shakes his head wildly.
"Ugh." He steps away, trying to take a deep breath so that he can try to recompose himself.
COMBATSYS: Jiro gains composure.
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Hotaru successfully hits Vyle with Rengeki Shuu.
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|
While he seems to find the strength to keep himself up...unfortunately Vyle doesn't seem to find the strength to actually avoid the attacks coming his way again. As such, when Hotaru double kicks at his shoulder and used as a vaulting point, Vyle almost expects it. Grunting and hissing in pain, he feels that familiar woozy haze coming over him. Still...he's dead set not to go down at this point. "NGhh...you are so...****ing....dead..." he growls, before sending himself diving at Jiro, hoping to grab his head and drop him in a vicious neckbreaker slam.
Landing after her double-kick, Hotaru turns around, bracing for anything resembling a counter attack, only to find that Vyle is determined to grab hold of Jiro at all costs by now. Too far away to really sway one things or another for the Stray Dog, the girl stays out of the exchange between the two young men for now, slipping back into her ready stance to catch her breath for a moment after having kept up a fairly demanding string of attacks.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru gains composure.
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Jiro with Medium Throw.
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|
Unfortunately, Vyle is proving to be an annoying little bugger, especially considering that he is still getting up to his feet. The Stray Dog snarls and awaits for the man to come at him, which prompts the boy caught into the clutch of the neckbreaker slam. For just those few moments, Jiro is starting to feel woozy and disoriented. How annoying. It is for those moments that Jiro is unable to move.
But slowly, while Hotaru is getting back to leaving the man to him, Jiro is actually trying to get back to his feet, then he immediately launches himself towards Vyle, aiming to thrust his foot towards his face with a roundhouse kick.
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Vyle with Light Kick.
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 Jiro
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|
Alas, Vyle tries his best to get out of the way ouf the kick...but unfortunately, he only ends up getting decked for his troubles. THe kick sends the Rudo's head reeling, and finally knocks off his ridiculous Stetson...but again, Vyle's persistant. If he goes down...he goes down with a fight. Desperately, he grabs onto Jiro's legs, trying to 1) keep himself from falling back, and 2) hopefully lock him into something he can use for one final strike as his own weak legs try and push him up into the air.
COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Jiro with Outbreaker.
- Power hit! -
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Jiro
And thus....Vyle has some modicum of revenge. Able to lock up Jiro's legs and send himself upward, Vyle turns over, just barely able to miss slamming JIro and himself into the cieling. ON the way down, Vyle wrenches both of Jiro's legs under his armpits, the toes of his boots hooking on the top of each of Jiro's shoulders. Finally, he twists down...and drives Jiro face first into the Saloon floor, wrenching back on his legs in the process to do even more damage to his legs and back. And then....well, he falls back, that last burst of energy the last he can muster up. Looks as if that annoying persistance of his gave out a little too early this time around.
Wince. As only an observer of the pain Vyle decides to leave Jiro as a parting gift, Hotaru cringes, "J-Jiro...". But she maintains her ground off to the side in case the trash talking wrestler still has some fight in him. Only when he drops back to the ground does the girl decide he is no longer an issue and finally the young fighter's attention turns toward Jiro.
Breathing in, she focuses, bracing herself for the exchange that is about to take place. She's going to give it her all, but giving her all does happen to include giving Jiro a minute to get back on his feet after such a devastating grapple. "It's not exactly the fight I promised him," she muses out loud. But for this afternoon? It will have to do.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru focuses on her next action.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Jiro
Unfortunately, Jiro finds his legs captured by Vyle's arms arms and the leg snapping against his shoulders. The Stray Dog is twisted and promptly slammed against the salooon floor with a violent thud. It's almost a sickening noise that is made by the Stray Dog's body as it contorts itself. "...Shit.."
Slowly, the Stray Dog soon comes back to his feet, staggering while he staggers about, until he falls on both knees to remember where he's at. Guard's down, but Jiro is trying to do what he can. "... God damn Alma. God damn Vyle..." Too tired to move right now.
COMBATSYS: Jiro drops his guard to recover.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Jiro
When Jiro gets up, Hotaru starts to dash toward him, intending to keep him on his toes now that he's on his feet. But as he slumps back to his knees, the faux cowgirl slides to a stop with a huff. Oh jeez, she's not going to attack him like that. It might not be popular with the audience if they happened to be bloodthirsty for a crippling execution when the two collided. But she doesn't fight for the crowd, and her own sense of honor would probably stay her hand against most opponents in this situation, let alone Jiro.
"Come on, Jiro, get up!" she encourages him, taking a couple steps back now and going back into her ready stance. She flexes her hands a little, but otehrwise waits. Thus far, she has yet to be hit at all, and she hasn't even had to put too much effort into the fight. For the most part, Hotaru looks about as fresh and ready as when this bout began.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru focuses on her next action.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Jiro
"God damnit.." The Stray Dog growls. He is mostly irate over the fact that not only is he humiliated with this stupid attire thanks to Alma, but Vyle did do some damage on him. He shuts his eyes, slowly trying to bring himself to a more tranquil theme. Pfft, not going to work. He does, however, aim to bring himself back onto his feet, looking at Hotaru with a feral grin now on his lips.
He's fighting Hotaru, after all. He will not make himself look weak in front of her. It's a matter of pride. He promised Hotaru a good fight, and that's what he's going to give her. The Stray Dog immediately starts to sprint at Hotaru, "Alright, here I come!" The young man immedlately launches his right foot towards her stomach with a quick roundhouse kick, then he steps forward with another one to the rib.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru interrupts Light Kick from Jiro with Tenshin Shou EX.
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As Jiro dashes toward her, Hotaru ducks, her hands going out to her sides for balance as she shifts stances slightly. It looks like she is just trying to avoid the attack at first - but that changes in the blink of an eye as the girl launches herself into him shoulder first. The kick strikes her in the cheek for her trouble, but she barrels on all the same, the momentum carrying her up into the air until she comes to a landing several feet away. Lifting her hand to rub her cheek where she got kicked, she turns around, adjusting her black cowboy hat back into place, mildly surprised to have not lost it yet. These things stay on better than she thought! Hat back in position, the young fighter braces herself.
That was quite an impact. While the Stray Dog has managed to find himself to where he is falling back. It's a very cringing form of pain as the Stray Dog is launched off of his feet from the momentum of Hotaru's strike, and he falls flat on his back and starts rolling to the side, taking one knee. He has a grin curling on his lips, staring up towards Hotaru with a grin.
"Heh..." He winds his right fist back, channeling forth a burst of chi to erupt along the hand. "Now then...." The ivory flames soon become an inferno as the flames grow and erupt with raw power. Quite violently, the white flames eat and tear away at anything within it's path.
Now that the flames are gripped, Jiro actually launches himself towards Hotaru, aiming to /thrust/ the fist straight out towards her chest quite brutally quick. "Vandal Breaker!"
COMBATSYS: Hotaru fails to reflect Vandal Breaker from Jiro with Kobi Kyaku.
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Hotaru 1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0 Jiro
While Jiro's move has some start up time, Hotaru braces herself, getting ready for when the flame and energy will be put into motion directly for her. She thought she was ready, but the Stray Dog's speed surpasses even what she was expecting from him after everything he's been through. Avoiding it is out of the question - The best she can do is attempt to use her own power to put a halt to his own torrent of white flame. Thus it is that she turns to kick, bringing her foot from low to high, in almost a reverse round-house. Behind her foot trails an aura of blue energy. It was supposed to be a shield, but Jiro's force crashes right through it and his fist crushes into the girl's side.
This sends her flying back with enough momentum to crash through the bar behind her; an explosion of wood chips and counter-top glass concealing her as she finally crashes against the wall and slumps to the floor, her hat falling to the floor at her side. It hurts to breath, and she can't help but wonder if something got broken, but Hotaru pulls herself back up slowly with the help of what remains of the counter, the sound of broken glass rattles the floor beneath her feet. The leather vest has a whole burned in the side, and the white shirt she has on is burned black where Jiro's fist struck. "It-it-it-tai," she stammers. He sure wasn't pulling any punches! She isn't sure if she's ever been hit harder than that, even.
Jiro was never known for pulling punches, or hitting lightly. That's just the way that Jiro is. Even if it is Hotaru, as of now, she is still his opponent. He has a feral grin curling on his lips as he slowly tightens himself while staggering. He can see that she's starting to get back up, which is a good thing. "Good... You can still fight." The young man, however, is not planning to pull anymore of the punches, while she did over him an opportunity to recover herself, the Stray Dog is going to extend that, making sure that she is able to get up herself to where she can move.
While she is starting to regain herself, Jiro, is focusing his mind to become more aware of himself and watchful of what Hotaru will do.
COMBATSYS: Jiro focuses on his next action.
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Hotaru 1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0 Jiro
It looks like the girl isn't down for the count just yet, but with the way she's breathing, she can tell she doesn't have the ability to stay up for too much longer. Taking a blow like that has the tendency to throw one's internal organs for a loop and the young fighter is just glad she hadn't eaten for a while before this match. As Jiro concentrates, she leans against the counter, using the splintered side for support for a moment longer. Her eyes meet Jiro's and she returns his feral grin with a neutral expression, focusing all of her efforts on just keeping herself going for now. She breaths in to take a breath, only to cough for her trouble. Shaking her head, she walks out from behind the counter, though still has her hand against it.
Using the support to push herself faster, Hotaru leaps headfirst toward Jiro, hands catching her dive toward the wooden floor some feet away from him, allowing her to complete the motion with a fast roll toward his feet. The transition from rolling to attacking again happens in an instant, leaving minimal time to prepare for the powerful backflipping-kick she attempts to strike Jiro with. A burst of blue energy powers the attack, adding strength to try and crush through his defenses and knock him into the air.
After the fist strikes her, the Stray Dog's eyes narrow when she flies quite far. His eyes shut after the fist plants right into her. After punch was decked out, Jiro looks over at Hotaru as she starts to get up. The Stray Dog is immediately stilling himself, waiting for her to attack once more.
"...Come on! Come on!"
But when she curls up, the Stray Dog's eyes widen. "...Damnit."
The announcement calls for Jiro as the winner. But really? Jiro doesn't care. His concern is towards Hotaru, who he's walking towards. But along the way, Jiro looks at the fallen Vyle, who promptly receives a kick in the ribs, "Bitch."
Then, his focus is on Hotaru, who he's kneeling next to to actually help her up and actually scoop her into her arms, "You faught well, Hotaru. I'll take you back so we can get rested." He grimaces at his own bit of pain, feeling his muscles aching. Nice splitting headache too.
COMBATSYS: Jiro has ended the fight here.
Log created by Jiro, and last modified on 17:00:59 04/22/2007.