Description: Two teams of treasure hunters take on themselves and the temple in a race to the finish! Which is to say they get about as far as the front door before beating the hell out of each other, then summarily destroying the temple in the process. (Winners: Jiro and Soma)
Legends... of the Hidden Temple. This has been one of the more prominant shows on Nickolodeon when it was one of the best shows in the early nineties. Unfortunately, as it is now in the stage of mediocricy, the show has been on its last leg. However, reviving the place is the Saturday Night Fight.
The seats on the stage is actually quite full. Not only are the kids showing up, but the adults as well. All of them have been wanting to see the obstacle course.
The host of the most, Kirk Fogg is holding onto the microphone. "Alright, ladies and gentlemen! We welcome you all to the Legends of the.... Hidden Temple!" The fans are cheering in the background, the life filled in the air until it dies down. Then, he offers a smile, "This is in coordination with the famous Saturday Night Fight. We have an exciting match up for you all! Tell them, Olmec!"
On the side is the aztec-like head, Olmec's eyes flash red. "We have the fighters of the Silver Snakes, Soma Travedi and Jiro Kasagi versus the Green Monkeys, Blanka and Marisol O' Connell."
Representing the Silver Snakes, Jiro is emerging from the ring, wearing something a tad different. Due to the atmosphere of the game, Jiro is sporting a silverish t-shirt with the depiction of a golden snake icon on it while he retains the blue sleeveless hoodie that's unzipped and open, along with the white pants.
He tightens his fists and then he slams his right fist to the left palm with a grin. "Cool. I always wanted to be in this when I was younger."
There's something really creepy about a giant talking Aztec statue.
While Jiro emerges from the ring wearing his silver t-shirt, Marisol follows a bit after. But rather than properly wear the shirt, she has opted to just...tie the damn thing in her hair, keeping it up and out of her face. An SNF official tries to flag the girl down waving him arms just out of camera to try and coax her into taking it out of her hair and actually putting it on. Like a shirt. Over her nice white sweatjacket and camisole! And her sleek khaki Capris. Do they realize how bad these shirts look?
The half-Spaniard girl pauses halfway, giving the man a pointed stare...before she sticks her tongue out and continues merrily on her way. It's a good mask, she figures, smiling all the while as she gets into position.
That's when she notices Olmec. Her tanned features flush, eyes widening before she makes a point to stand as far away from the giant talking head as possible. Fake or no...that damn thing is scary. And loud.
"God this is so embarrassing," the redhead mumbles, sparing a glance toward Jiro as he punches a fist into his palm. What, he's actually looking FORWARD to something like this? A fight in front of a bunch of kids? On a children's show?
The half-Spaniard girl solemnly shakes her head, gray eyes snapping to a close.
"It's gonna be a long day. And why the Green Monkeys??"
When he was a kid, Soma Travedi didn't watch a lot of television. Partly because he was more inclined to books (he IS a novelist, after all) and partly because some of his childhood was spent being locked in his room screaming his lungs out because he was echoing the thoughts of everyone in a 4-block radius of his house. So let's just say he wasn't exactly a KIDS Incorporated kind of guy, and leave it at that.
However, he hasn't had a chance to see Jiro or fight with him in a very long time, so when the package arrived from Howard Enterprises with the gimmick and the fight card, he put his inexperienced out of his mind and focused on the task at hand. The other names interested him as well; Marisol he's fought before and found to be an affable and fun fighter, while Blanka... the monster-man of the fighting circuits Soma has never encountered, but would like to. He doesn't necessarily find the electric-powered beastman a threat, but he is nevertheless a curiosity.
When he arrived on the set, he decided to take things a little slow. His daggers are left behind, as is his typical outfit. Instead he wears his normal black slacks with the silver embroidery, but also has settled for a silver-grey sleeveless top. At his side hangs a whip... not necessarily for the scourging of his opponents, but to let him use a few of his more esoteric maneuvers without the benefit of his typical weapon. As he walks up to the stage, he favors Jiro with a nod -- the two clearly know each other -- and then a grin at Marisol. "It could be worse. You want to go back to the goat pen?"
With the other players gathered, one might wonder... where is Blanka? The fourth to this bridge table of butt-kicking, this pinochle deck of pummeling? Blanka has been... studying! Stuck watching rerun after rerun as he tries to understand the phenomenon of 'Legend' before actually taking part in it. Understanding came quickly, amusement and excitement, hooting and hollaring - oh yes, those came right after. With his chance to do something different, team-oriented, he took to the set with all haste.
His own entrance is showy, the beast approaching from the roof of the set, his feet wrapped around a fake vine, clinging to it like a sloth might hang onto a tree branch. He howls out a greeting towards the kids and adults, giving a big smile to the 'eeks' and 'ooohs' from the younger crowd, a group that seems to get by without running in terror or screaming like most of the fighters he sees. He lands with a large /whump/ in the area where the others gather, raising up to his full height, and throwing his fists high in the air! Inhaling, the green shirt he has stretches, the black monkey easily visible.
"Am... ready! Will have... good fight! AROO!!!!" Somewhere in the back, one or two kids with red wigs yell 'aroo', too. He pauses, then looks at his teammate and offers a thumbs-up, much like a Mister Hibiki would. ".. Will do best to help out! Blanka hopes you have fun too!"
For the most part, Jiro gives Soma a nod. Marsiol, however, has been given a two finger salute. His interests, however, arrives when Blanka makes his entrance. "Hrm..." That wild-like senses perk up in Jiro, causing him to run his hand along his forehead.
Kirk speaks once more, "On behalf of Saturday Night Fight, we had decided to combine both aspects of the show. There is no real time limit to this match up because this is a fight! However, this is no ordinary fight! Your goal is to make it through the temple and retrieve the artifact and to make it back. Of course, your opponent has the change to take it from you."
He holds a finger, "But! You have to knock out both of your opponents, as they will be fighting for that relic as well! You must make it out of the temple with the relic and you will be declared the winner of the match."
"Ready... set... begin!"
COMBATSYS: Jiro has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Jiro has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Soma has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
As Soma arrives, Marisol turns her attentions onto the man, blinking once in muted surprise before she offers a tiny grin and a little wave in response before she turns her attentions to Jiro. Noting the two finger salute, the half-Spaniard eyes her hands before she does the same, albeit with a touch of hesitance. Is she doing it right?
That thought is otherwise dismissed as Soma reminds her of the goats. "No. No. Anything but that again," she replies, shaking her head numerous times before she exhales and sags her shoulders, pouting. "I had to burn those clothes. That smell ...would NOT come out." But after the thought she wonders: where IS her partner?
With a loud WHUMP he lands nearby, startling the girl considerably - so much so she barks a loud yelp in surprise. "Wh-whoa!" she cries, recoiling slightly before she calms herself. The green shirt is all she needs to see - this guy is her partner? And he's green? Weird...but cool.
"Hey, I've seen you on some SNFs," she comments, hands resting on her hips as she lets an easy smile cross over her full lips. "Nice to meet you. My name is--"
Cut short by Kirk, the girl listens half-assedly to the rules before she nods her head and turns to the Gentle (Green) Giant. "Same. Let's do things thing, huh? That relic is gonna be ours, along with the win!" Hands curl into fists, the girl's lips pulling into a broad, toothy grin. It's a good way to get motivated, right?
And then, the announcement. They can fight now! So what does Marisol do?
Why, she tries to punch Jiro in the ribs.
"I'll distract this guy!" she tells Blanka. "Go ahead without me or...something!" FOR GREAT JUSTICE!
There's a smirk from the Indian as Marisol recalls their rather... unorthodox SNF from days past. "Yeah, my outfit was basically for the rag bin afterwards too. So thank your lucky stars the most we have now is a campy talking statue and an Aztec-themed obstacle cour--"
This is when Blanka makes entrance, and even the normally unflappable Soma is a little taken aback. Flashy, but fun... if a little loud. More than that, though, is the beastman's empathic sense... rather than the burning rage the movies have told us to expect, the ICPO detective gets an almost childlike sense of wonder and joy, even gentleness.
Interesting.
He has a few seconds to get into ready stance just before Marisol is a moving blur to his right, so the violet eyes track onto Blanka. Get the idol, huh... well, if it's a speed challenge, he's not going to lose... not even to a wild green monkey from the jungles of Brazil. "Looks like it's you and me, sir. Good luck." And with that, he crouches... and then dives into the maze, looking back over his shoulder now and then to keep track of what's going on. Hopefully the lead will give him some time to plan...
COMBATSYS: Soma focuses on his next action.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
"Will Dooo-arooo?!?!?!" Blanka is responding to Marisol, but the sudden burst of speed from Soma as he darts towards the maze catches his attention much more quickly. Uncertain of the how or why of how the game /exactly/ works, Blanka is going to be playing this as best he can. The rules, from what he remembered, were pretty clear. Find the relic first, get out. If the other two aren't standing, it stands to reason that Marisol and Blanka will win!
"Find... relic!" Blanka chases after Soma just a little, then skids to a stop inside the entrance. He looks over at the announcer helplessly, and then starts grabbing random items from the floor and area, his voice going up in tone and volume as he realizes.. "BLANKA NOT KNOW WHAT RELIC IS!!!" Chucking each item over his shoulder and towards Jiro's currentlt location, he accidentally pelts at the other fighter as he tries to get someone to tell him what the object is!!!
COMBATSYS: Jiro dodges Blanka's Large Thrown Object.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Jiro endures Marisol's Medium Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Jiro
"Oh yes!" Kirk recalls on the microphone, "The relic is the large golden monkey statue!"
While the two are actually planning to attack him him. That's not cool. With the match started, Jiro had already opt to run up towards the temple's direction, but he finds himself distracted by the Spanish girl. "...Greaaat.." He will let Soma move on in his place, he'll thrash the people that will get in his way.
First off, when Blanka throws one of the random items from the floor and tosses it his way, Jiro weaves his head away and straight towards Marisol.
The steps he take are at a quick pace as he's charging right at her. Her fist strikes true towards Jiro's ribs. Unfortunately for her, Jiro is closer to her than she might had anticipated. Mostly, Jiro is reaching for her arm to have her join her friend.
COMBATSYS: Marisol blocks Jiro's Medium Throw.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Jiro
And just like that, the fight begins, Marisol swinging the first punch.
...she's enthusiastic, that's all! Plus it's been a while since she got to fight on this scale. Regardless of situation or the circumstances, though, Marisol is all smiles as she swings a fist for Jiro's prone ribs. But mid-punch, the girl realizes she made a mistake. Poor Blanka doesn't know what a relic is?
"Er, sorry! It's--" And the announcer explains. "--That! A gold monkey!"
A moment later Jiro's snaring her by the arm and sending her flying for Blanka. And for a moment it seems as if she'll do precisely that. However--
Mid-flight the girl cries, "DUCK!" Hopefully Blanka is alert enough to listen. Because midair the girl swings her legs around, repositioning herself before she lands in a tumble. It's not precisely GRACEFUL, but it gets the job done. The fall could have been a lot worse. A LOT worse.
"Oof," the girl mutters, picking herself up and dusting her rear. Glancing upwards toward the huge set, she spies Soma making his way into the maze. "No, no!" the girl cries, scrambling after the ICPO officer as he moves. "That's not fair. Wait up!!"
Considering the lead Soma already has on her, Marisol simply brings her hands together before her as she dashes after, a swell of yellow energy forming between her palms...before she swings her hand - and the ball of chi - back before she swings it forwards, right for Soma's lower back. Maybe THAT will do the trick??
COMBATSYS: Soma parries Marisol's Rolling Star!
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Jiro
Welcome... to the Room of Three Gongs. Thankfully for him, the senior ICPO agent has a headstart, and he's going to need it, too. He's never been on, nor seen, nor in fact before this past week even HEARD of Legends of the Hidden Temple. While those kids out there might have some concept of how to make it through this maze, the agent is going to have to rely on sheer stupid lucky and detective's insticts to make this workable. Sitting above him are the three pedestals, each with the gongs that give the room its name. And... that's it.
However, he also hears Marisol's cry to 'wait up!' just in time; the Indian turns and sees the yellow sphere of energy rolling his way and, thinking quickly, snags one of the gongs and grips it tight. Swinging fiercely, he basically bashes the projectile with the gong -- causing an expected ringing noise -- before letting it fly and using his forward momentum to LEAP at Marisol, pushing off one of the pedestals for extra speed.
"No time for that!" he chides, lashing out at her with two fingers extended, trying to get a nerve point just at the base of the neck. If he can, the young lady fighter will suddenly feel a moment of crippling paralyzation... just enough time for Soma to bring one leg around and deliver a powerful kick to her midsection and drive her right the heck out of the maze.
Expectedly, his kicking off one of the pedestals also pushes it in, opening up the path to the next room. Stories just work that way.
Blanka can flatten himself out with the best of them. Crouched down, he comes to a very squat figure indeed, and gets out of Marisol's way without too much pain. He watches everyone run past him, and slaps himself upside the head. Of course the relic wouldn't be /right here/. That's crazy talk! Blanka straightens up and starts to stagger after, eventually dropping into a all-fours lope.
But still, this is not fast enough! He is going to miss them entirely and fail to catch up, unless he uses ROLLING SPEED! He hunkers down, and then tucks into a ball, speeding up even more as he zips down and into the room the others all head for. He tries to aim for Soma, but if'n he misses, he's probably taking one of the other gongs out too. It's going to be a close thing, indeed!!
Great. Last in line as usual.
Unfortunately, Jiro has no way of actually catching up with the speedsters. However, he tries not to lag behind instead. He -will- catch up with Blanka and them, after all. It takes a bit of running through the temple's entrance in 'suit of the Room of the Royal Gongs.
First off, Jiro is reaching forward to manifest his chi before him. Then, he hisses off before he swings the arm upward. That scarlet blaze manifested soon rushes towards Blanka's direction, "Oooh, no you don't!"
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Soma's Scorpio EX.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Jiro
Did he...just deflect her attack with a GONG??
For a moment, Marisol stands there with a look of sheer disbelief on her face. How... why...no way. NO WAY! A foot lifts and promptly descends, stomping softly against the fake temple flooring. But then, instantly after, Soma launches himself into the air, the gong cast aside in favor of stabbing her in the neck with his fingers. Rather than move, however, those fingers prod her, causing her to twitch slightly and clench her teeth. Ow.
That kick, though...causes the girl to issue a loud gasp, gray eyes snapping wide before...she smiles.
A really big, scary toothy shark-like smile.
Out of the maze? No way! Instead, Marisol swiftly pursues before she leaps at Soma, attempting to drive a heel right into his spine. And, should it connect, the half-Spaniard will snare him by whatever of his clothes she can grab and savagely spin him around to punch him in the gut. ..before fists ignite with yellow chi. That's when she swings at his face, two harsh hooks meant to jar the ICPO harshly and send the poor officer reeling in sheer agony.
"HA HA THAT HURT!" she delightedly cries. Who cares about Hidden Temples or relics - fighting is far, far more enjoyable!
COMBATSYS: Soma endures Blanka's Rolling Attack.
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Marisol 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Soma interrupts Red Clover from Marisol with Ashvinau.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Jiro
Well, part of the problem with being out in front when it comes to a race is that you immediately become a target... and if this were Mari(s)o(l) Kart, Soma would be looking at two Blue Shells speeding his way from behind: one rolling green beastguy and one extremely pissed-off brawler cackling like a battlelust-driven maniac. Oh, that's just wonderful.
But a good fighter can always turn a disadvantage into an advantage with some careful thinking, and while he's fairly sure there's no way to escape this unscathed, he's not going to make it easy on the Green Monkeys for doubleteaming him either. Setting his feet, the ICPO agent prepares for Blanka's impact... and that Rolling Attack does exactly what it says on the label. However, the worst part of it is the initial slam, which jars Soma right into the marrow but doesn't knock him out. Instead he... well, he rolls, making a little silver and green blur with Blanka for a moment.
The inventive part is that the rolling also makes Blanka a brief, convenient *springboard* as he rolls around and UP; Soma pushes off with all the concentration and force he can muster and actually leaps up AT THE CEILING, which he proceeds to rebound off, right at Marisol. "THAT'S THE POINT," he shouts back at her, a glittering spear of silver Psycho Power appearing in his hands as he all but FALLS onto Ms. O'Connell with it, slicing through her body with the energy and then getting blown back by her powerful, energy-imbued assault to land at the foot of one of the gong pillars, dazed.
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Blanka with Balefire.
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Marisol 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Jiro
Blanka's in the lead! In the lead! He bounds through the room and slams into the next, where a Temple Guard is having a cup of coffee and getting ready to throttle someone into giving them a pendant. Surprised, Blanka tries to stop his rolling, but fails at the last minute, instead sprawling out and knocking the hapless guard into slumberland. Blanka tries to put him to his feet, propping the man up and looking over his shoulder /just/ in time to see the energy wave coming right at him. He turns and faces it, instead of trying to ddodge and letting the innocent get hurt. The pain's pretty hefty, and Blanka howls in the room. Again, the guard falls down, obviously out - and Blanka has but seconds to recharge as Jiro seems to be chasing him. What will he do?!
A-ha! When Jiro enters the room, the Temple Guard is standing again, and it rushes Jiro, attempting to confuse him and shake him down for his pendant. Even though this is a SNF first, the fight's part of it too, right? Admittedly, it's a little curious why this Temple Guard has green arms and orange hair sticking out under the mask and armor. Maybe the half-naked guy in the room could answer that if he werne't out cold. "WHERE IS YOUR PENDANT!" Blanka-Guard demands, trying to shake Jiro senseless!
COMBATSYS: Jiro fails to counter Medium Throw from Blanka with Excessive Force.
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Blanka 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Jiro
As Blanka eats the projectile attack, the young man has a devilish grin on his face, using the moment to continue his pursuit of the creature. "...Alright, it's hunting season." That adrenalne pumps up in an invigorating sense as he rushes right into the room.
....Then, the temple guard is rushing towards him. His eyes widen when he's caught by the temple guard. Jiro pulls back at Blanka, "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA----egggghhh!" Jiro is grabbed and shaken before he can attempt to maneuver the attack.
Shaken like a baby, Jiro's eyes swirl around until he pulls the pendant out. "Here! Here! Damnit here!" His hand holds out the trinket while he is still being dazed by the shaking.
That was not what she had planned. Not at all. She didn't mean for Soma to use Blanka as a means of gaining momentum, only to ultimately crash INTO her with that damn energy. It's almost similar to that French girl she'd met a while back at school...
But now isn't the time to consider that. Sent flying from the burst of Psycho Power that erupts and cuts through her, Marisol crashes into a fake dias, causing the Styrofoam to burst and collapse as result. For a few good seconds the half-Spaniard doesn't move; instead, she lays there, gray eyes dazed and most certainly confused.
Inwardly, though, the redhead is angry. Not at the fighters here, no. At herself. Now's not the time to be weak! She has to get stronger, she reminds herself. There's no way she can let that douche bag from England win in the end, she recalls. And she most certainly cannot allow him to get away with punching her friends. So why'd she sign up for SNF?
To get some 'hands-on' training.
"Yeah," the girl says to herself, slowly but surely peeling herself off the fake temple floor, there in the Room of Gongs. Where ever Blanka, Jiro or even Soma are...matters little. She needs a moment to get her head out of the clouds and back into the game.
"Not going to let myself get kicked out this damn early," she mutters, rubbing her chest absently. "Not damn yet."
COMBATSYS: Marisol gains composure.
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Blanka 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Jiro
It's probably a good thing for Soma that Marisol takes a moment to herself and that Blanka and Jiro are busy with each other, because the one-two punch of getting doubleteamed hit him pretty damned hard. Rubbing his head as he gets up, the Indian fighter turns and glances to find his 'partner' and the green giant battling it out for a pendant, which makes his dark black brows furrow. What pendant?
Still, beating down the opponent isn't the only goal here. Hoping to use an attack to his advantage to get further in, the undercover detective runs at Blanka from behind, gripping both of his hands together and effectively looking to axehandle Blanka right in the head should he turn around, and in the small of the back if he doesn't. It's slow and clumsy -- the move is more of a Western brawling thing than the careful, precise movements of his own style -- but sometimes you have to give up a little grace to get some force.
COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Fierce Strike from Soma with Direct Lightning.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Jiro
BUSY SHAKING JIRO HERE!!! Blanka is currently shake-a-shake-ing Jiro something fierce, even after he coughs up the pendant. It's something to do to pass the time, and to give him a quick breather. Most of the Temple Guard costume has sloguhed off by now, leaving Blanka much more visible, teeth and hair ahoy! As Soma comes up behind him, /something/ tips Blanka off, jungle senses tingling in the way that only a young child raised in the jungle can have. Unless maybe they were bit by a radioactive jungle in some freak lab somewhere.
As Soma's strike comes in, Blanka's face, right next to Jiro's, breaks into a feral grin. He lets go Jiro, and balls his hands into fists, and waits for the feel of those hands trying to get through the thick mass of his hair, before he simply EXPLODES into a burst of lightning. All around him, sparks fly off his body, the brunt of it running right up to Soma's hands as they catch him in the back of the neck. He stumbles forwards, and accidentally grabs one of the props, and his hair goes *POOF* out like a giant orange afro. "... Aroo?!"
It takes Jiro a moment to recover after being shaken like a rattle. He knows that someone is going to bloody pay for it. Who better to pay for it than Blanka himself? When his mind and vision isa ble to focus once more, he turns his attention at Blanka.
His eyes narrow and he hisses, before he sprints off towards the creature. Oooh, Jiro is pissed. The young man tightens his fist and he aims to give Blanka a nice greeting of that he is back.
That greeting? Well, Jiro's arm is rising up from the ground and he presses it upward to launch a powerful uppercut across the green fighter's face.
For the most part, Marisol is lost in her thoughts, taking a moment to collect her wits and put herself back into the proverbial game. And for a while, the young half-Spaniard would have likely KEPT doing so, if Blanka hadn't suddenly and abruptly exploded into a furious display of chi-empowered lightning. Immediately the girl's head snaps to the side, watching as poor Soma is caught in its cruel clutches. She even winces in sympathy, recoiling lightly in response.
"Oh damn," she mumbles, before absently rubbing the back of her neck.
Regardless, a fight's a fight. And fight she must. And so, those gray eyes drift from person to person. That's when smoky eyes spy Jiro, making his charge after the electrifying beast, Blanka. Frowning lightly, the girl pushes off and charges through the opening in the wall and chases after. And should she close in successfully, she'll coil a fist tightly before she SWINGS it sharply, a hook punch aimed right for the side of poor Jiro's temple.
Zap.
As soon as his fists connect with Blanka's body, Soma knows something is not 100% right here, his sixth sense picking up a tiny shift in the beastman's composure... but by then it's far too late to do anything, and the electric chi effectively fries him within an inch of his life, sending him exactly back where he started: the pedestal OUTSIDE the maze where this all started. It's a miracle he's even conscious, so 'still standing' is obviously out of the question. While Soma is not quite so inexperienced in dealing with chi as many who share his powers are, Blanka's power is nonetheless prodigious.
Thus Soma grips the pedestal and slowly pulls himself standing, taking deep breaths. He aches all over... but Jiro's a big boy now and hopefully can handle himself in there. Olmec's voice booms, "QUICKLY, SILVER SNAKE... YOU MUST RETURN TO THE MAZE! BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!"
For his part, Soma merely groans. "Wonderful. I'm being mocked by molded foam statuary."
COMBATSYS: Soma gains composure.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Jiro
COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Fierce Punch from Jiro with Electric Thunder.
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Jiro
JUST when Blanka'd turned his head to look where Soma had gone to. After all, Afro'd Blanka is a cool hep cat who worries about his buds, and even the people he has to throw down with. Never mind that they're in a battle, it's always important to remember bro's before ... punches? Dunno.
Blanka's mind isn't all there right now, what with the slight frizz from the punch in the back of the head. He doesn't really see the uppercut coming in, but reflexes and instinct kick in as his head is knocked upwards, /another/ giant spasam of electricity rocking out from Blanka's form. It probably doesn't do Jiro too much good, and blanka staggars backwards, into the doorway to the next room. Too dazed to do more than flail a bit, the green giant starts to get back to his feet.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Jiro with Hook Punch.
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Marisol 1/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Jiro
It does say something about the whole game occuring. Due to the situation at hand with Soma and himself, Jiro is not having the best time with this match. Granted, neither is Soma, but hey. Team Interpol will have a lot of training after this, he is sure. Nevertheless, the young man has some few ideas of what to do. Unfortunately, they all equate to one thing.
Destruction.
It takes many things to build up on the Silver Snake. First off, when his fist strikes towards Blanka, his body is undergoing the receiving end of the spasm that Blanka has. This causes him to recoil in pain as the electrical power flourishes in him. His eyes widen as he can feel the shocking experience make his nerves twitch. This is absolutely new in his experiences with fighters. Of course, not too many people use lightning or anything electrical as their chi.
Smoke escapes the young man's body as he stumbles back. This gives Marisol a chance to catch Jiro across the temple with a hook punch, sending him reeling towards the wall and to bounce onto the floor.
Then, both hands plant firmly on the ground.
First, it is a growl that escapes him, hen there is a crimson light opening from where he lies, spreading across to where Blanka and Marisol's vicinity lies. That red glow ignites and starts to go off like a bomb as the energy builds up. A bit of surges escape from the hand as he utters out.
"Indignation!"
From beyond the stage, the people are treated to a crimson light show as a field is appearing like a forcefield, growing wider.
Olmac's eyes glow and he utters, "Uh oh."
...Back _WITHIN_ the next room, which may very well be the bloody Heart Room, Jiro hisses forth while the energy expands off into an explosive field, tearing away at anything within its path as a near Ground Zero hits.
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Marisol with Indignation.
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Marisol 1/-======/=======|=======\=====--\1 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Jiro
Recoiling her fist afterwards, the girl sports a smug grin, curling her fingers tighter as she holds her ground. Yeah, that's the stuff, she tells herself. That's the stuff she's been missing. Glancing up, the girl looks to Blanka, grinning still before she thrusts her clenched fist forward, giving the green Brazilian a thumbs up. Good work!
But then - what the hell is this? Glancing to the ground, the red light is noted, lips pulling into a tight line across her tanned features. That energy swells, gathering in strength and speed and...
"Well, fuc--"
Cut short, the girl is blasted, despite her attempts to block the attack and absorb the burst of chi into her forearms. Flying back, she hits a wall fiercely, Styrofoam or whatever that wall is made of exploding as she falls through it. Briefly, the half-Spaniard girl doesn't move. But then...rocks suddenly scatter, as the girl rises up.
"I-I've felt worse!" she cries at Jiro, despite her throbbing BEING, thrusting a shaky finger at the other ICPO. "C'mon, really now!"
But those gray eyes are less interested in Jiro...and more interested in the Psi-wielding ICPO. "Lookin' kinda lonely," she murmurs, rubbing at her bicep. And then?
Charging forward rather suddenly, the girl darts right for Soma. Closing in, she swings four harsh, stunning hooks punches right for the man's face and, should she connect with him, she'll suddenly reel back, her fist clenched painfully tight.
"RrrrrrAAAAAAAAH!"
And then, that fist drives forward, a painful straight punch driving itself harshly right for the center of Soma's chest with every intention of possibly overwhelming him with raw, unrestrained brutality.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Soma with Atom Smasher.
Glancing Blow
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=======\=======\1 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Jiro
Oh dear.
The moment of rest did Soma some good, but that's probably for the best, considering that Marisol is bearing down on him like an approaching meteor of female pugilist fury. When the person attacking you has resorted to "RRRRAGH!" you know you're in trouble, and Soma has plenty of experience with how hard Marisol can hit. Thus it's going to take all the undercover detective has to get out of this alive, and even then it's not a sure thing.
He's still thinking that when the first hook slams into his jaw.
Four punches in quick succession; just those are enough to make Soma begin to reel, but thankfully he regains his senses just before that somewhat delayed final hit. Working on just enough energy to keep himself upright, he lunges to the side, Marisol's supremely powerful blow shearing by his face by mere centimeters, the short black-and-silver bangs fluttering from the wake of the blow. He knows he's only just escaped with his life...
...and that keeping it means he can't stop now. At point blank range, without warning, he suddenly yells inarticulately and lashes out at Marisol with two extended fingers again, seeking out a pressure point -- ANY pressure point -- and attempting to jab it. If he can, he follows up with six more... delivered so quickly they're barely even visible. These strikes aren't paralyzing, but they *are* somewhat painful, at least as bad as getting a good punch in to the same location. And hopefully it's enough to save Soma from a second loss at the hands of this highly competent fighter...
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Blanka with Indignation.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Jiro
Watching Marisol get impacted by the large force field, Blanka knows it's nothing to sneeze at. The field looks like a wave outwards to him, and he braces himself up, putting his hands forwards, big feet digging into the concrete of the set as he tries to hold up to the impact. When the field hits his hands, he howls out and pushes back, trying to force it to compact, or to bend around him. However, Blanka is not near so lucky, and gets rocked backwards on his heels as the concrete around his toes gives out, and he's knocked back and away as well, skidding along the ground and ripping the back off his shirt.
As he skids, he flips his big feet up and over his head, letting the momentum rock him towards the wall. When he hits, he goes vertical, then in a loop as he lands back on the ground, picking up speed with every second. The Green Monkey is nothing more than a red and green blur as it comes back in, aimed at Jiro, and attempting to take him down for good for this fight. Play with fire, after all... You're going to get burned.
"AROOO!!!"
COMBATSYS: Jiro endures Blanka's Ground Shave Rolling.
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Marisol 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Jiro
There is no amount of pain that would shake Jiro from what he can do. Jiro is going to be hurting, but he will go out hurting in style. When Blanka atually rolls straight his way towards Jiro with a rolling attack once more, Jiro is jumping -RIGHT- into the beastman.
Slammed right into the attack, Jiro's eyes become fearsome as he releases a thunderous scream. Both arms expand outward as his body manifests the scarlet blaze to engulf his body. "Arrrgggghhhh!" Soon, that blaze finally engulfs and shoots upward, aiming to burst against Blanka.
COMBATSYS: Soma successfully hits Marisol with Sapta Rishis.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Jiro
He may have escaped with his life, but this fight ain't over yet.
Furrowing her brows as her final, devastating blow is otherwise avoided by mere millimeters, Marisol's lips draw into a steep frown. That wasn't supposed to happen, either! Tilting her head just so, the girl's mouth open, as she begins to speak.
She's cut short by a sudden yell that causes her to stagger, as she's suddenly assailed by a combination of painful strikes that knock the wind out of her lungs. But her footing maintains, despite being momentarily stunned, as she attempts to hold her ground through the attack and then, only then, after Soma has finished...does the girl suddenly lunge in, attempts to drive her face into his with a rather abrupt and impromptu headbutt.
"HYAAAARGH!"
Pffft, who needs finesse?
COMBATSYS: Soma dodges Marisol's Light Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Jiro
In another time and place this would be a deadly dance of a battle, skillful warriors twirling about in a blaze of skillful glory. As it stands, a weary Marisol is trying to bash Soma into unconsciousness and a very weary Soma is not exactly making death-defying defenses that garner gasps from the audience. However, he might have just enough energy left in him for one more aerial trick like before. As Marisol lunges forward he crouches, then *leaps* straight up in a sort of moonsault, taking him high and out of range of what would otherwise have been the decisive factor in their fray. Jiro and Blanka and even Olmec and the stupid temple are in another universe right now.
Or are they?
At the apex of his jump, Soma's hand flies into his pocket and withdraws... his half of the medallion? That's right, he must have had one all along... but it's probably not supposed to be glowing silver-black like that. "Here! Thought you wanted this," he yells at Marisol, flinging the prop at the powerful lady battler. Of course if the actual object hits her, it might sting a little and that's all... but it also delivers a powerful burst of Psycho Power that's a little more dangerous.
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Blanka with Defiance.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Soma
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Blanka 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Jiro
Tough fight! Blanka's feeling hard pressed to keep up the battle, and hes breathing harder and harder. As he falls back, he sees that bright blaze coming right for him. This time, he attempts to get out of the way, but manages to only get a little to the side. Knocked backwards, he's sent out of the room, slammed into another, and straight into the last two Temple Guards. This time, however - he's the dizzy one, and they both manage to get a good grip on him, demanding his pendant. Sadly, he only has one - and that's given up to the first, which lets go. The other, demanding and prodding Blanka, finally makes him give up and get frustrated.
Hefting the man in his armor, Blanka hurls him towards Jiro, fully aware that the man isn't a fighter, and only possibly a stuntman. But he's been set on fire /several/ times today, and boy, you can only take a little bit of that before going off. With that, he's quickly disqualified, and is approached (carefully) and told he has to leave. It isn't something he's proud of, and he'll be sulking for hours. And feeling sorry for the man for days.
COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Soma
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COMBATSYS: Jiro dodges Blanka's Thrown Object.
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Marisol 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Soma
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It was the aftermath of the incoming power that erupted in Jiro. He takes a moment to breathe, then he glares at what is before him as Blanka actually grabs one of the temple guards and throws him at his direction. Jiro's eyes widen with a swear, then he reaches out to catch the guard and set him down.
"Move." Next up? Jiro is planning to deal with Marisol. He is running straight into the next room after them. It is hard to say what room that they have entered this time, but at the same time, he knows the artifact is not far away.
Jiro is running forth, aiming to draw his right arm outward to clothesline Marisol from behind along the way while Soma is throwing the energy her way.
"Coming through, getting artifact!"
Yes, Jiro knows his priorities.
COMBATSYS: Jiro successfully hits Marisol with Fierce Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Soma
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COMBATSYS: Soma successfully hits Marisol with Nova.
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Marisol 1/=======/=======|=======\-------\0 Soma
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Where'd Blanka go?
This is the thought that runs through her mind, as a burst of Psycho Power comes blazing at her, and then Jiro's swinging a fist right for her face. It's a bit too much for poor Marisol to parse all at once and, as result, she's struck fiercely by the younger ICPO, before a burst of energy collides with her chest and sends her staggering as well. But damned - DAMNED - if Marisol isn't going to take someone else out with her.
She hopes, anyway.
Around her, a hazy yellow aura forms, tendrils of energy lapping upwards toward the sky from her shoulders and arms. Breathing slowly, the half-Spaniard tries to focus all she can, eyes blurry from the abuse and general pain. Can she..? Will she..?
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Then. CHAOS.
Punching the ground, the entire floor erupts, furious gouts of chi blazing forward, with every intention of battering Soma and Jiro in a blaze of chi and debris and whatever else gets caught in the furious mess that the half-Spaniard has left behind.
Olmec is probably pissed off about his now-ruined temple, but WHO CARES?
Marisol sure don't.
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Soma with Shoot the Moon.
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COMBATSYS: Jiro dodges Marisol's Shoot the Moon.
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Point 1: While that blast is absurdly powerful, it's also moving pretty damn slowly. Even the AUDIENCE is scooting back from the Temple grounds as the burst expands outwards, threatening to destroy all that it touches. Still, plenty of time for everyone to run for the exits...
Point 2: Except Soma.
Point 3: ...damnit.
There's very little else to be said. The ICPO detective turns and makes to flee like everyone else and is summarily *run over* by a stagehand trying to get out of the way. Already exhausted, Soma has nowhere to go... and is subsequently buried under a big pile of what was once the Hidden Temple and is now probably going to have a second existence as, say, packing foam or styrofoam peanuts.
At least Marisol got her wish!
COMBATSYS: Soma takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Soma can no longer fight.
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After clotheslining pass Marisol, Jiro is charging forth to enter the next part of the stage. He can feel the spike of energy slowly peak out from the woman as the half-Spaniard focuses. But then, as the chaotic power echoes, the entire floor erupts as the chi blazes forth.
There is only a hiss as he wants -NO- bloody part of being in the onslaught. Part of the stipulation of the match was to get the prize, right? Well, Jiro is leaping -straight- into the air and diving out into the final room.
As he hits the air, the blazing chi erupts further, consuming everyting in its path as Jiro holds out his arms.
In slow motion, Jiro's eyes widen as he extends his hands towards the artifact.
As for the energy, Jiro is at a safe distance from the sea of destruction. However, he is not safe from the entire set collapsing.
Through the pile of rubble, Jiro emerges with a tattered silver t-shirt of the snake in gold embroidery as he holds up the artifact, "I got it!"
....Crack...crack... shatter.
The fragments of the artifact land on Jiro's face, he grumbles irritibly. "Bah."
Olmec just glows, "THEY HAVE DESTROYED THE TEMPLE!!!!"
Kirk, nevertheless, gives a nervous chuckle, "Nevertheless... The Silver Snakes win match!..."
COMBATSYS: Jiro has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:16:07 01/25/2008 by Soma, and last modified on 00:36:40 01/31/2008.