Description: A clerical error pits a young up-and-comer against the Red Cyclone in a Neo League match at the Metro City Park. With a metal chair exploding, how long can Arika survive before the inevitable happens? (Winner: Zangief)
A hot, -hot- mid afternoon, and Zangief has received a challenge. A challenge from someone he's never even heard of before! Who would -dare- challenge the mighty Siberian warrior!? It's obsurd! Obscene! Outrageous!
But alas. Here in the middle of the park, a full-out wrestling ring has been erected. A black and silver affair, sporting three layers of ropes, four turnbuckles, and seating arrangements all around. And needless to say, those seats are completely full of spectators. A camera crew is scattered about as well, some cameras suspended to catch aerial views and better closeups.
So where is Zangief? Why, he's already in the middle of the ring, standing in front of one of the turnbuckles. "COME ON!," belts the passionate Russian. "Bring that girl out here! Let's get a look at'er! Ar-i-ka! Ar-i-ka! Ar-i-ka!". He pounds the turnbuckle with each syllable.
The chant spreads throughout the anxious crowd, awaiting Zangief's challenger...
"WOT?!?" Off to the side of the ring, the punk rock diva just about screams that as she sets a hand to her temple. "Please tell me you're jokin', mate." Glancing toward her opponent, she gives her head a shake. Yeah. It's not a joke. "But 'e -ain't- the bloke I sent me challenge to! I ain't -that- suicidal!"
Apparently the cameraman she's taking it out on doesn't care. "Look, lady. I just come here. Film. Get paid. Not my fault someone screwed up at the office." He snorts and points a finger toward the ring. "Got an issue, take it up with them. Not me."
"If by them you mean that bloody beastie waitin' to destroy me..." Arika throws her arms up in the air, exhaling a sigh of disgust. "You're a useless wanker, mate... and you can bloody well quote me on that!" 'Zangief' doesn't even closely resemble 'Azrael', so to say that the blonde is upset is a grievous understatement.
Taking a deep breath, she meanders along to the ring. Before bothering to climb through the ropes, she shakes her head. "Would'ja relax a wee bit! Seems there's been a mixup 'ere as you're not who I sent me challenge to." Hands set to her hip and she glares at the bear of a man. Mmph. She's going to wind up flattened. Or dead. Not necessarily in -that- order either.
Zangief spies the girl set to wrestle him. "Hah! -You're- my opponent!" Zangief turns from the girl to face the audience. "They keep gettin' smaller and smaller! Look at this! Girl like her, taking on the might of Mother Russia! Give this girl a hand! That takes guts!" And in a display of sportsmanship, Zangief begins clapping his meaty mitts together boisterously.
The crowd joins in on the encouraging clap with some cheers for the challenger.
Zangief then turns around to the girl and grins widely. "That's like skydiving with a tornado! Give'er a hand!" The clapping continues. "Now get in this ring, little girl! It's time to put the pain on!"
Encouragement through veiled insult? Boy. Russia sure houses some -real- winners. Arika cringes at the clapping, which pretty much just seals her fate. No way out of this, even though it's one huge clerical error. "Actually, I -ain't- your opponent. Like I said, there was a mixup..." And yet, she knows this is all falling on deaf ears. Big guy, thick skull. It's how it works.
Reaching for the lower and middle ropes, she holds them apart and climbs into the ring. Seething with anger at the Masters franchise she clenches her teeth together and exhales an irritated sigh. Absolutely -no- hope of holding out for more than a round or two. This had just better be 'great television' for all those idiot fight fans that like nothing more than seeing a newcomer pitted against one of the most widely known professional wrestlers.
Afforded very little time to think on it or to talk him out of this fight altogether (and let's face it, the punk rock princess doesn't want to -forfeit-), she stares straight at the large man just waiting for the announcer to bellow that the fight has begun.
"LET'S FIGHT!"
Not much pomp or circumstance it would seem, but with that being bellowed Arika springs into action. This may be her only chance to catch the big oaf off guard, and she'd doubting it'll work at all. Once she reaches the center of the ring, she begins to shake her head in a violent manner; looks like someone doesn't realize this isn't a mosh pit but a fight. Suddenly she begins to move her head in a circular motion; to the left, then the right. Stopping directly in front of Zangief, she slams her forehead directly toward the bridge of his nose and prays to God that it'll hit.
COMBATSYS: Arika has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Zangief has joined the fight here.
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Arika 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zangief
COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Arika's Harmonic Headbang.
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Arika 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zangief
With the call to fight, Zangief prepares to enter his stance. Except she seems to go into spasmodic reactions. What the heck, is his opponent broken?
All of a sudden, there's a head flying towards.. his chest. Zangief's beefy arms move in the way, blocking her strike fully. And the moment with the impact, he pushes back against her head to attempt knocking her off balance. If successful, his right hand thrusts out to attempt grabbing ahold of her shoulder to shove her back towards a turnbuckle. If pinned there, he thrusts his left hand out towards her stomach, fingers curved inwards to sink into her abdomen and squeezecrush her muscle.
COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits Arika with Stomach Claw.
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Yup. Fight's going about how Arika expected it to when she heard of the mix up. Missed his face (that's what she gets for not jumping -up- toward it) and instead doesn't even hit his chest fully. Staggering backward from the push, she tries to throw herself to the side to avoid him actually doing -real- damage to her.
But when your head hits a near-literal brick wall it tends to make you dizzy. When the punk rock princess -thinks- she's diving into a dodge, she instead just takes a small step to the side and shakes her head. That's when he grabs her and pins her against the turnbuckle - an easy feat for a guy that's got about a hundred and fifty pounds on her.
"BLOODY 'ELL!" The words are screamed as an attempt is made to yank his fingers away from her abdomen. Proving too difficult to get the much larger opponent off of her, she bends her knee and slams it upward toward his stomach with as much force as she can muster.
COMBATSYS: Zangief dodges Arika's Heavy Kick.
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Arika 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief relents after a few seconds of his fingers digging into her stomach. It had to hurt plenty, as it was. So he backs up from her in time to avoid the knee, and he smiles darkly at her. The lumbering giant stalks back a few more feet from her seemingly prone body in the corner, then rushes at her. He leaps into the air, pulling his arms back, aiming to smash her comparatively tiny body with his hulking muscle in a full-on bodypress.
COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits Arika with Fast Throw.
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Arika 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Zangief
Okay, there's something seriously wrong here! Arika's seen this guy fight. He's not normally -this- agile! Beginning to think she's been upset to knock her even -further- down in the ranks, she curses under her breath. The big doof might actually hear her, considering he's got his disgusting body bearing hers into the turnbuckle.
Taking a very brief moment to compose herself, Arika snorts. "You definitely ain't me type." A distinct hint to the pain she's feeling can be heard through her clenched teeth as she regulates her breathing. Kneeing him in the stomach didn't work to make him back off, and she's doubting that anything -will- make the monster give her a bit of a break.
As such, she balls her right hand up into a fist and breaks it free from the press enough to send a hard and quick jab up toward his jaw. Likewise, the left hand is freed and without waiting to see if the jab hits its mark she focuses her energy into her hand. A bright purple glow begins to emanate around her left hand as she slams it toward the center of his chest in a palm strike.
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Arika's Diva Allegro.
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Arika 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief gets socked in the face for his trouble, letting out a grunt. The strike to his chest gets another grunt, and he staggers back a step from her and snarls. His right hand lifts to brush over his chest, then brush over his beard. "Not bad!," calls the giant wrestler. He moves in again to attempt grabbing her by the biceps while she's still at the turnbuckle, attempting to force her up onto the top rope with him perching just below her on the middle rope...
COMBATSYS: Arika counters Strong Throw from Zangief with Diva Allegro.
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Arika 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Zangief
A snarl?
A reaction!
She hit the brick wall!
It's about as effective as a mosquito attacking an elephant, but still!
There's little time for rejoicing as he's moving in toward her again. Considering how agile the lumbering beast seems to be, Arika figures that dodging an oncoming attack will just result in her getting pummeled all the more quickly. Instead, she catches the 'not bad' and it spurs her on. As he takes hold of her biceps and lifts her up onto the rope, all she does is grin. The one attack that's seemed to do -anything- to him so far, and she's just biding her time until she can use it again. With Zangief perching below her, the punk rock princess pulls back her arms and breaks free of his hold. Immediately there after, her right hand is flying toward his face again - this time at his nose - while still glowing left hand slams into the left side of his chest in order to shove him off the rope and away from her.
WHAP, WHAP. Zangief falls from the ropes onto his back with a heavy thud. He then rolls over and gets back up to his feet with a growl. His nose.. doesn't look broken. Or bruised. He does, however, look agitated.
The massive wrestler lumbers to the ropes and leaps clean over them. He lands out before the audience, a few spectators letting out startled cries. He grabs an unattended metal folding chair and collapses it into its unused position, then leaps back into the ring.
Zangief's eyes narrow on the blonde would-be challenger. His form hunkers low. Like a Siberian bull, he charges forth, raising the metal chair high, intending on whacking her over the head with it.
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Zangief's Random Weapon.
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Arika 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Zangief
Though the big Russian wrestler is moving... no... LEAPING into the audience, he can't really expect Arika to stay where she is by the turnbuckle, right? Too much of a drawback for her to just stand there and wait for him to beat the living daylights out of her again. Even with -no- hope of winning this match, she'd like to at least be able to -try- her very best.
Barely reaching the center of the ring as he begins charging toward her, the punk rock princess barrelrolls to the side of the ring and decides to take a page out of his book with the help of a young man in the crowd that feels sorry for her. The metal chair is handed up to her, and instead of using it as a bludgeoning object, she rolls back up to her full height and holds the chair out in front of her. Then she begins to spin. Faster and faster before she lets go and launches it in the direction of her opponent; and while the aim is a wee bit off she's hoping to catch him in the neck or head.
COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Arika's Large Thrown Object.
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Arika 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief smashes the mat with his chair, leaving a very obvious indention in the floor where Arika was standing. But finding that he struck no body, he hefts the chair again and turns to mark his target.
And she now has a chair.
Zangief's lip curls into a snarl, and he lowers his chair in preparation. When her chair comes flying towards him, he swings his up and outwards, BASHING the oncoming projectile clean away.
Arika is then greeted with a sardonic smile.
Zangief begins to growl again, muscles bulging along his arms, neck, and head. His eyes widen, and the growling intensifies until it becomes a more gutteral noise. His chair is held aloft above him, and he lets out a powerful roar as he begins to bend and warp the steel chair between his hands, crumpling it into a ball of twisted metal.
COMBATSYS: Zangief takes no action.
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Arika 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Zangief
The flying chair causes quite the stir in the audience. Especially when it seems to be falling directly into the center of it. Parting like the Red Sea, the crowd stares in awe at the metallic mess that craters into the ground near them.
This lasts all of two seconds before every eye in the crowd shifts back to the fight.
Great. Now the ogre has a ball of metal he can lob at her head like a gigantic baseball. Arika takes all of one second to ponder her next move. This is the hardest fight she's ever had to contend with, and she's exhausted already. Breathing is heavy as she launches herself toward the ropes and then twists her body and uses her momentum to bounce off of them and come at his stomach with a double-fisted punch.
COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Arika's Strong Punch.
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Arika 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief turns his back to Arika, showing off the large metal ball that was once a steel chair. When he turns to face Arika again, there she is rushing at him. His arms quickly move in to soak up the majority of her impact, stopping the momentum dead.
"YOU CAN'T TOPPLE THE MIGHT OF MOTHER RUSSIA!"
With a booming, "HYAH!," Zangief makes to shove the punk rock princess back from him. One eye narrows, and the other one bulges, his lips curl back in a hefty snarl. His right foot steps out with a thunderous stomp as he stakes his claim of ring turf. The arms pump their muscles again, this time hammering the tightly-compacted metal ball between his palms.
COMBATSYS: Zangief gathers his will.
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Arika 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Zangief
Just like hitting a bloody brick wall. All it's doing is making the Brit's fists hurt. Wincing from the shock shooting up her arms as her momentum is stopped dead, she spits up at him, "I ain't tryin' to topple Mother Russia, you bloody idiot. I'm just tryin' to 'old me own in this fight." And in the scheme of things, she's not doing -too- poorly. She -has- survived more than one of his moves and while she still figures this is suicidal, she's not about to give up at all.
Feet nearly trip each other up as she's pushed away from him, but Arika is able (barely) to maintain her balance. Staggering back toward the ropes, she clambers up to the top rope and jumps toward him. Bending her left leg, she aims for his stomach while her left hand makes a grab for his arm. Hit or miss, she falls to the mat. If she -does- manage the hit though, she tries to pull him over her (HAH!) and push her leg out at the same time in order to flip him over so he lands on his back.
COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Arika's Strong Throw.
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Arika 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Zangief
Zangief continues hammering the ball between his hands.
WHAM. WHAM. WHAM.
Then Arika leaps at him. The Russian turns his body aside, dashing her plans muchly. He's struck on the arm and staggered back instead of flipped over. He steps back away from her a few steps.. then smiles wickedly. His arm pulls back, and he flings the sizable wad of metal at the girl.
"FROM RUSSIA! WITH LOVE!"
COMBATSYS: Arika dodges Zangief's Large Thrown Object.
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Arika 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Zangief
Since Arika is on her back, she can readily see the very large wad of metal being lobbed at her. Deep blue-purple eyes widen and she springs upright. From there she launches herself in a forward somersault just barely missing the ball-of-chair as it pretty much EXPLODES upon impact with the mat. Metal shrapnel is, for the most part, trapped in the mat. A few pieces escape; flying out toward the crowd. By sheer luck, these tiny metal spears just happen to miss the punk rock diva who's spun to face the Russian monster again.
"I'll 'ave to remember to send'er a thank you card then," Arika says with a tired smirk. Rushing toward him (and being careful to avoid the newly formed crater) she begins to set herself up for a straight front kick. However, she twists her foot away from the center of his body and attempts to direct it into the right side of his ribcage instead.
COMBATSYS: Zangief fails to interrupt Heavy Kick from Arika with Kamitsuki.
- Power fail! -
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Zangief snorts in disdain to her comment, and he prepares to grapple with her as she comes in closer. Except... the twists in an awkward way. The kicks land, and the Russian mammoth is knocked back. In a STAGGER.
Holy crap.
Zangief winds up against the ropes, eyes widened in a mixture of shock and fury.
Holy crap!
Eyes still wide from the near miss of the wadded chair, Arika just stares in shock. She nailed the ogre! He staggered! Maybe she's doing a little better than she gave herself credit for?
Nah.
Not likely.
Waiting for him to unleash his fury (half expecting him to turn Hulk green), the punk rock diva bounces from one foot to the other as she moves forward to close distance between them. Hoping to distract him with her foot movements, she swings her body around in a full circle drawing her left leg up vertically. Rotating slightly, she snaps her leg toward his stomach.
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Arika's Rhythmic Roundhouse.
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Arika 1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1 Zangief
Zangief becomes more and more angry. She struck him. SHE STRUCK HIM! Outrageous! And it hurt! This cannot be! She's a gnat! A gnat that.. well.. yes, accidentally challenged him, but insignificant all the same!
When she rushes at him, he braces himself in preparation of her attack. It lands, certainly.. but the Russian doesn't even flinch. He instead takes the opportunity to grab ahold of the girl by the arm and shoulder, and fling her with incredible force towards the opposite ropes...
COMBATSYS: Arika fails to counter Rebound Throw from Zangief with Dominant Diva.
- Power fail! -
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COMBATSYS: Arika can no longer fight.
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And the throw is hard enough nearly to snap the ropes bordering the ring. They bend to their extremes as Arika is flung against them. Zangief moves in quickly to the center ring to catch her on her return trip. With the full momentum of the ropes slingshotting her back towards him, he quickly hooks his left arm under her right arm to fling her off her feet and upside-down. His hands set to her hips quickly, and he drops forward with her descent.
So in total...
The momentum from his throw, doubled by the slingshot effect of the ropes...
The force of being hefted off her feet...
The force of smashing down onto her back.
...And the force of his upper-body dropping in tandem overtop her upper-body.
All these things factor into one extremely devastating slingshot powerslam. And as soon as it's hit, Zangief grabs ahold of the hips of her cargo pants to keep her pressed down beneath him for a pin, waiting on the announcer to count it off. Even still, he has absolutely no expectancy that she's even conscious, if they prefer to go with a knockout.
Insignificant gnat though she is, Arika attempts to use the force with which he flings her to break away from what he has planned. The momentum and speed of the throw surprise her though, and throws her reaction time off. As such, the Brit is easily caught and flung off of her feet as the scary monster-man holds her upside down. The blonde -tries- to brace for it, but it's all just too much for her. Less than a second after her back is smashed down upon the mat and two-hundred-and-sixty-seven pounds comes crashing down upon her, her body goes completely limp.
Not even conscious?
Try: Barely alive.
"On-aw, Hell with this." The announcer has absolutely no expectancy that the girl is conscious either. This is proven when he says, "Winner by KO: ZANGIEF!" Like there was any doubt?
And naturally, the crowd errupts into cheers. They absolutely love brutal finishers. And this one seemed like it might have done the girl in. Zangief -is- a monster in the ring, after all.
The Red Cyclone's name is chanted over and over again, and he hops up from the defeated blonde. His fists thrust into the air, index fingers pointing skywards, and he lets out a victorious, "YEAH!".
Many snapshots go off then. Snapshots of Zangief, of the defeated girl, of the balled-up chair shrapnel... everything. Zangief leaps out of the ring to make his way out of the way so the medical crew can do their job with the battered blonde still in the ring.
It's not that he doesn't care. Zangief is actually a bit worried for her. But he -does- know it's best to get out of their way and let them work.
Log created by Arika, and last modified on 10:30:14 04/28/2007.