Description: When tell of a child-snatching monster reaches the ears of Drake, what else can be done but track the beast down? Problem is, Drake has never encountered something like Blanka before. Crazy shenanigans begin when Blanka attempts to assert himself as alpha male. Action! Drama! Slobber! It's all here. Look for the HD DVD version with special commentary by a mostly-eaten watermelon.
Mn, tropical climates!
Warm weather, sunny skies, and not a cloud to throw off the perfectly quiet beauty of the locale. It's a perfect place to relax, to let time pass you by, or even to just find some esoteric master to learn new fighting skills from. They always hang out in these sorts of areas, you know!
In this case, this local village has seen busier days - their quiet, sleepy life a lazily relaxed one of work and rest, their only excitement as of late rumors of a local monster, accused of stealing children. Closer asking would bring up that noone's actually /seen/ a child go missing or stay missing, and that it was 'Someone they had heard from' who said it had happened. Still enough local color to drive a little bit of tourism, right?
That brings us to Blanka, wild man of Borneo, er - Brazil. He's taken up residence here, at one of the small hidden lakes that are fed by an overhead waterfall. After all, he'd learned from Dan Hibiki that the best places to practice are places like this, ones that make you look very cool and stylish while you are traning. So, half naked green man is currently semi-submerged in water and bounding left and right, 'playing' as he calls it. It's not a fighting style, more instead just a way of easily getting from here to there, and a way of dissuading the bigger beasts in the area that Blanka Is Not Food.<tm>
Tale of a monster abducting children!?
This is clearly a job for the Shooting Stars.
What with them being heroes and all.
But the other Stars couldn't be reached. The leader is confident that he can track down this monster and save the children. His trek began in the village, interviewing the locals. Though he couldn't get any description of the missing children, or even any identities, these people couldn't have just imagined things, right? Of course not. So he's taken what horrific description he can of the creature, and has set out.
Now, Drake is a skeptical sort. He's seen what some overflowing chi can do to a person. He's seen some other freaky things in his life. But all of it can be explained, so far as he's found. So he fully expects that this monster, after speaking with the natives, is no more than a large animal raiding the village. But be that as it may, something must be done about it. Isn't -he- in for a surprise?
Drake's tracking (i.e., semi-aimless wandering) has brought him here, to this rather scenic locale. He's not had any real tracks to go by. He's just searched for water sources where large animals might go... and the sounds of a waterfall was too tempting to not follow. Those always look cool, y'know? Especially in the wild. So now Drake has emerged, at first not noticing the sounds in the water. But he catches sight of the green creature skirting about in it... and he's stopped dead in his tracks, amethyst eyes widened to saucers.
Admittedly, one of these days, Blanka will get better people skills. He will learn how to deal with people and hold nice conversations with them and perhaps even talk about the weather. Maybe something nice like 'It's very good to meet you, Drake. Sit down, maybe dangle your feet in the pool for a bit. It's pure spring water, imported from.. just over the hill! Ah-eh, just a little joke.' For now, Blanka doesn't have that going for him - instead, he's still very much the animal save when around his 'big friend' Dan Hibiki. For some reason, that man brings out the best in him, while the rest of the world brings out the beast. And so, it means that when Blanka notices, he simply stops moving, red hair soaked by the water and hanging down in his eyes as he goes stock-still under the waterfall.
Person! This could be a threat! It could also not be a threat, so Blanka must check it out! Large legs spring into action, pushing the beast-man into a crouching rush-run that causes sprays and splashes of water to explode. In his left hand, he tosses the remnants of his lunch into his mouth messily, a tasty watermelon that just might be making him look like his mouth is dripping red around his very big fangs. He /might/ be smiling, but boy it would be hard to tell as he skids to a nearby stop, staring at Drake with wide-eyes just like the man. He hauls himself up to his full six and a half feet, arms go way above his head, and he greets the man, with a growl and...
"AROOOOOOO!"
"OH MAH GAAAHHHD!"
Not a very dignified thing to say, really. Thank God Drake's by himself.
"CHUPACABRA!"
Drake leaps. And that's not to say he jumps. It's not even saying he jumps like an Olympic athlete. Hell no. Drake leaps like a freakin' Power Ranger, soaring through the sky charged only with a sudden burst of adrenaline-pumped shock, fear, and confusion. And what direction does he leap, but up? And, well, a bit to the side. There he finds a tree limb hanging ten feet from the ground, and the professional wrestling model latches onto it like a sloth.
A pair of gigantic, dominant amethyst eyes peek back down at Blanka, the rest of him clinging to the limb with all his might. He never imagined the monster was like -this-. -This- thing looks like a bloodthirsty demon! A beast straight out of a horror movie! Drake's composure is, sadly, in question at this time.
Just remember.. They're more afraid of you than you are of them, Drake! The fact that Blanka has seemingly managed to find someone who know how to become invisble is pretty impressive, and it's certainly his lucky day! After a moment's stupefied confusion, he starts looking around - first left, then right, then between his legs behind him. No Drake. Huh! Tumbling two steps forwards, he regains his crouched position, and takes in a deep breath, squashed nose shuffling as he inhales. Still here, still closeby.. still.. up?!
His head turns twistily, and his gold eyes find and focus on Drake, showing off his giant exhibition of leaping ability. This is the Alpha Male moment, and Blanka understands perfectly what happens in these situations. Attempting to assert his dominance over Blanka, Drake has chosen to show his skills at hopping about - but he does not know Blanka's own ability! Waggling his hindquarters a bit, Blanka bounds upwards, catching the limb that Drake clings to easily with one hand, then swinging up to perch on the top of it, so as to peek over and stare at Drake, close to face-to-face. Again, Blanka shows that he's all that, and deserves respect, another bellow.
But how much weight can this branch ho*CRACK*
..ld?
Drake starts to think he's in the clear. That he's safe. Maybe he could leap onto the thing's back and choke it out? Maybe he cou-
Blanka leaps onto the branch.
-Ah, crap.
Drake's huge eyes blink once. Then twice. Then the branch snaps. Down plummets wrestler. "WAAAUUGH!"
Whump.
Drake lands in a heap that lasts only a second or two before Drake is standing at his full height again, eyes affixed on the horror once more. "W-what the heck are you?" No, he doesn't honestly expect an answer from it. It just roars and yells and makes him long for simpler times. Like when he faced off against a tank. Drake backs away instinctively, fists lifting in caution.
Blanka, 1! Branch, 0!
Drake... falling. Now the /impressive/ thing is that Blanka manages to hurl the branch away out of the way to keep Drake from getting smushed. The bad thing is that he lands a little awkwardly, and is being screamed at for the second time! This one is close enough to leave his head ringing! Ow! He takes two steps back and bats at the side of his head, swaying a little. When he looks up, this is what he sees.
Drake, standing up at him in a semi-aggressive posture, mouth moving, but saying nothing! The ringing in Blanka's head makes it a little hard to focus, and even further, hard to speak in his 'big boy words' that Dan taught him! He does, however, understand what the posture means. Blanka steps towards Drake, raising his fists again - this Drake man is pretty impressive for an alpha-male wannabe! Blanka thought the display of agility would be enough to make him back down! Instead.. he'll swipe a paw at Drake's hands, to show the other man that he's tough too!
"AROO!!!"
COMBATSYS: Blanka has started a fight here.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Drake has joined the fight here.
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Drake 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Blanka
COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Blanka's Jab Punch.
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Drake 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Blanka
Aw, hell. The monster looks like it's ready to rumble. How... how not what Drake wanted. He could've tried to do this a different way. You know... wait until it sleeps, -then- save the children? But no. This doesn't appear to be an option. When the monster lifts its limbs, Drake's eyes widen a little more. He can recognize a threatening stance when he sees one, be it from man or animal. Or both at the same time?
The swipe is responded to with a careful sidelong weave away from the attack, remaining a hair out of Blanka's reach. But seeing no other option than to buck up and be the hero he intended to be, Drake moves back in to close the distance between them. His left hand sets to his right wrist, and his right elbow thrusts out towards Blanka's chest in a sharp elbow smash attack aimed for Blanka's chest.
COMBATSYS: Blanka Toughs Out Drake's Quick Punch!
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Drake 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Blanka
Silly Drake! The 'agile' part was earlier! That sliding dodgy stuff has already been decided, with Blanka the victor! Or at least, probably - breaking the branch and taking them both for a tumble might count as a tie. Oops. Nevertheless, we've gone into the 'strength' part of the battle now, and Blanka is quite sure of his Alphaness here. So much so, that he takes a gamble!
As Drake brings his elbow in, Blanka's hands drop, guard let go completely. He lets the elbow hit him in the sternum, his breathing interrupted, and his breath rushing out in a *woosh!* of exhalation. But beyond that, he doesn't move. And then, he's suddenly really really close to Drake, having not stepped back at all. Big fangy teeth smile widely at Drake, perhaps even close enough to let him smell the fruit on his breath. (Hint one! He does not smell like he is eating meat!) And then, he just attempts to wrap Drake up, and give him a /very/ big hug, to show the other man just how strong /he/ is! He might even squeeze just a little bit more than is neccessary!
COMBATSYS: Drake counters Fierce Punch from Blanka with Blackout.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Blanka
Drake feels torso connect with elbow, and the martial arts wrestler starts to feel confident. This lasts all of a second, though. Those fangs.. that grin.. the wildman hair..
Then again, Blanka -does- smell like Herbal Essence shampoo. wtf.
Drake has little time to ponder Blanka's hygiene or personal grooming habits. The moment the meaty arms are lifted, Drake reacts on impulse and instinct. His hands shoot out to catch Blanka's by the wrists keenly, thumbs and middle fingers applying pressure to weaken the arms and redirect them behind the manbeast's back. And from there, Drake jerks Blanka in against him, arms crossing Blanka's wrists behind him and thus locking the beast in a bearhug, despite his slender frame. Drake pumps the muscle along his arms, attempting to crush the creature against his sleek six-packed abs as fiercely as possible and for as long as he can manage. The arms loosen periodically only to crush tighter repeatedly.
Wait, what!? This is not supposed to happen! Blanka is much better at squishing people with hugs than Drake is! But apparently not! He wrests his body from side to side as he's squashed up and caught. This is not how things are supposed to go! He howls out in frustration as he tries to get purchase, the smaller man should /not/ be able to cling to him so tenaciously!
That's one point for the other man, yes. But Blanka has other plans - in fact, plans that involve not getting out of the fighting range that's been assumed. He doesn't try to escape that grip and crush. Instead, he leans forwards again, head flipping open like a pez dispenser, and he attempts to just /eat/ Drake's face. Well, he's got his lips covering his fangs, and there is a large amount of slobber instead of biting. Giant, goopy amounts! :O~~~
COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Drake with Wild Fang.
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Drake 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Blanka
Drake is concentrated pretty solely on crushing the daylights out of this monster, literally. It's obviously an inhuman, feral creature. It -has- to be what's been ravaging the village and abducting the children! Therefore, this monster must be subdued! It's the only possible way to-
Oh cheese and ricewhatisitDOINGOHMYGO-
Drake finds himself being french kissed by a monster. Oh god. Oh, oh god dang. Drake's never felt so violated in all his life. And-.. god. Not only does it french kiss like a st. bernard, but its jaws are CRUSHINGHISHEAD.
Drake would cry out in pain and disgust were he not petrified of the thoughts of this horrible monster SLIPPING HIM THE TONGUE.
Drake releases Blanka quickly and staggers back, sputtering, spitting, wiping at his face and hair. He just KNOWS no amount of bathing is going to wash away this soiled sensation. Drake's amethyst eyes affix onto the monster, and he leaps into the air to pull into a forward flip overtop his head. As he passes over, his hands reach out to attempt grabbing him by the jaw, thus dragging him into a backbend as he drops to the ground. Drake lands in a seated position, idealling smashing the back of his assailant's head against his shoulder in a stunner.
COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Strong Throw from Drake with Electric Thunder.
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Drake 1/--=====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Blanka
Free!
Augh, strange tasting, though - Drake reminds him a lot of the fruits he eats in the jungle, for some reason. Must be the shampoo or something! At any rate, he's freed, which is what he was really looking for, and the staggering away is very promising! This means that Blanka has better slobber-osity! This is another point in his favor! It's to be taken advantage of, definitely. And time to move to the next balance point! This one - shockingness!
Blanka waits until Drake closes in again, and then looks on in impressed stillness as he leaps over the green monster, landing behind him and wrapping him up. As he's flipped over Drake, his eyes go from gold to blue-white, and his body suddenly lights up in something akin to the crackling spark of the lightning that winds over the jungle during a tropical storm. It lasts for a moment or two, and then Blanka tumbles back and away, hooting and hollaring, bounding about like a man who's just scored another point!
And has he ever! Drake was not expecting to short-circuit the savage! Drake's hair instantly stands on end when the voltage passes through him, and the model cries out in pain. It comes out a bit shuddery, though. Electrical shock tends to do that, after all. But this shock is worse than any one might expect to get. It's almost freakishly harsh. Hard enough to render Drake's flesh and organs transparent to reveal his skeletal structure underneath. In other words; day-umn.
But hey, Drake's got a hott skeleton.
When the attack subsides, the model collapses aside in a smouldering heap. Steam is, in fact, rising off the horribly frazzled, extremely pained Star. Despite how much his body is trying to tell him just to not move, Drake forces himself back up to his feet, eyes widened on the monster. "Wh-.. what the f-.." Drake almost said the F word. omg. "..What -are- you..? A monster..? A -robot-..?" He, again, doesn't honestly expect an answer. It was mere vocalized puzzling.
But Drake rushes in towards Blanka again, telling common sense to shut the hell up, and makes a grab for the green man's shoulders...
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Blanka with Total Eclipse.
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Drake 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Blanka
Clasping Blanka's shoulders firmly, he jerks the savage forward and down, locking where he can reasonably assume his neck is between his legs. Drake then leans over to loop his arms around Blanka's midsection, hoisting him upside-down and into piledrive position. But he doesn't drive him against the ground. Oh, no. That would be too easy. Instead, phase one of the Total Eclipse comes in the form of a massively crushing bearhug, elbows digging into his victim's ribs and fists squashing the monster's abdomen.
This lasts for several seconds before Drake initiates phase two ofthe Total Eclipse. The agile wrestler springs high into the air, beginning a series of forward flips with his prey. The speed of these flips grows quicker and quicker, and by the time they're on the descent, the two have blurred together into an opaque swirl of motion. The full force of the combination piledriver comes in full at last, driving the total momentum of the blindingly fast flip along with their combined bodyweights squarely against Blanka's head through the water and against the lake bed. The water splits to give way to the impact site, splashing high in all directions.
Luckily, Blanka doesn't know any swear words! He does, however, know the 'M' word. He gets called that a lot, and it kinda makes him mad. Just a little bit, you know - not more than a fair amount, not more than a .. who are we kidding, it can really tick him off. He starts to answer, and then - well, he's caught up by Drake! /Again/! The squeezing doesn't hurt near as much as before, but the dizzying effects of being twisted, flip and then /hurled/ into the water causes him to lose his concentration and focus. Huddled in the water for a moment or two after, it rushes back in to cover him up. For a second, there's no real change in what's going on, just silence and the splatter of the waterfall. Then from deep within the pool, an /explosion/ and a howl of rage!
"I .. AM... NOT.. MONSTARROOOOO!"
Blanka's voice is full of anger now, though it's not a 'killing rage'. It's just frustration, tired of being assumed and figured for being a bad guy. He'd been /playing/ with the strong guy, showing him who was stronger, and now the guy has the balls to call him a monster?! Blanka'll show him! Leaping from the water, the wild man attempts to launch himself towards Drake. His arms come out, windmilled swings that are full of every ounce of power that Blanka can exert, fully intent on showing Drake that calling something a monster can /make it so/!
COMBATSYS: Drake fails to counter Fierce Punch from Blanka with Solar Eclipse.
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COMBATSYS: Drake can no longer fight.
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Blanka 1/-----==/=======|
Drake backrolls moments before the water rushes in, and he raises back to his feet. No monster. No beast. "HAH! Y.. yeah.. that's right.. STAY down, you..." Pause. "Whatever you are! Hahahah~!" Man oh man, is Drake ever proud of himself.
Then Blanka errupts in true Stephen Spielberg manner, roaring and.. -speaking-.
And it sounds -pissed off-.
"Hahahahaoh crap I'm boned."
Before Drake even has long enough to prepare himself for a counter - barring how wildly confusing a double windmill swing can be - he has little choice but to take the hit. And take it he does. Drake is struck soundly and sent flying back, body smacking against the trunk of the tree that once supported him. Head whips back to crack against the bark just for more damage before gravity tugs him back down to his feet. But Drake doesn't stay there long. He's knocked out long before his head even hits the tree. He simply falls to his knees, then crumples to the grassy ground, left quite helpless and prone.
Helpless and prone?!
... Ah, nuts! Blanka's instantly contrite and upset, beating his chest and howling as he sees Drake fall. He rushes towards the man and cheks him over, pushing and prodding and poking and praying that he isn't a killer, hasn't broken Drake /too/ bad. Assuming he hasn't, he picks up the man pretty easily, and starts towards the village. Yes, the village where they call him a monster, where they say he steals children for food. He'll go and make sure they take care of Drake, and um.. hopefully he'll eventually get the chance to apologize with his big words for the rash, animalistic actions he's made today. This is not pleasing, at all - and victory tastes worse than rotten fruit.
COMBATSYS: Blanka takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:18:23 07/07/2007 by Drake, and last modified on 13:43:58 07/09/2007.