Description: Choi Bounge, a thirty-something man of questionable character, goes on a panty raid in the locker rooms of Pacific High. 'nuff said.
Pacific High is actually an institution located in many places around the globe dedicated to showing its students an international community, rather than just one in the place of their birth. Blah, blah, blah. This one is in Southtown, crime-ridden and rotten as it is. But this does not change the fact that it is full of rich kids who might be drop dead gorgeous come any proms.
But those are a while off. Today merely appears to be an average day. It's slightly chilly and overcast, but that doesn't stop the various athletic clubs from doing their thing even on an evening that promises to be a ways colder later tonight. One may take interest in the cheerleaders, or Roy's football team being so awesome that it more or less owns itself in practice for whatever game may be coming up, or whatever other pursuits have managed to score a corner of the famed athletics field for their own purposes.
It's really so routine a Wednesday afternoon that it is difficult to put a fine point on anything when a generalization should suffice. But with these kids being so into their hobbies, the coaches so into their kids doing well enough that they relive their youths through them, and the locker rooms pretty much wide open for whomever to step inside...
...fill in the blanks yourself.
How ironic you mention that, Rust! Choi was thinking the exact same thing! There was the Korean, wringing his hands, spying out through the narrow slot. Naturally, our little friend had more interest in the cheerleaders than the football players. MUCH more interest. Here he was, hiding at the bottom of a locker, peeping out in the changing rooms of the cheerleaders. Nothing very exciting was happening yet. Choi was already done exploring the various undergarments in this locker, and didn't feeling like poking around the other lockers. Besides, this one smelled of lilacs. Just as he felt like giving up, THEY came.
Blonds! Brunettes! Gingers! And Ravenettes? Choi had to bite down on the panty just to keep from squealing. How could someone like him be so lucky? There they were, giggling, already beginning to change. What could go wrong? Why, one fair-haired one was coming to right where he was! Such upskirts! Such a view! And then, as the clicking started up, Choi realized something. Maybe picking the locker with clothing already in it may not have been the best idea.
Screams erupt from the girl's locker room, soon followed by panicking teenage girls in various levels of undress. Shortly afterwards, a small Korean Man with a mouth stuff with a bright red thong and a very noticeable black eye staggers out, clutching his stomach. He seems somewhat dazed and confused. And has some strange smile on his face.
And speaking of Mr. Rust himself, he just happened to be outside the entryway to the ladies' lockers, finishing up the last set of screws for a new bench. Leave it to him to be in charge of the menial tasks the certainly well-paid custodial staff could handle by themselves. Grumble grumble. If only he had a student on detention that he could've passed the buck to... well, no, it probably would not have ended up much better. The ones that are most likely to be in such a situation are not the ones that do very well in his class.
The screams! They're so loud that the screwdriver slips out of his hand while simultaneously knocking the tiny little mechanical necessity into the field where it is far too small to ever be seen again, ever, by anyone. He pounds a fist on the top of the bench for the frustration. Dammit, that's the last spare he had of that size!
Which does nothing to address the screaming, or a still dressed cheerleader running out of the locker room. "PERVERT!! THERE'S A PERVERT IN THERE!!" And boy oh boy does she know how to scream, because moments before he decided to try and look for the screw regardless underneath it. Next thing he knows, he headbutts the bottom of the new bench so hard from further startling that the seat flies off into football practice, is caught by a receiver instead of the actual football, and is carried all the way down the field. It's a humorous picture.
"What?" The teacher asks, dazed as he rubs the back of a head that tries its damned hardest not to turn bald (but continues to fail miserably) without facing her, you ever headbutt the bottom of a bench that hard?
"THERE'S A PERVERT IN THE LOCKERS!!"
"A what? Let me get a--" He gazes out to the field. The football coach, too enamored in young boys tackling one another. Come to think of it... he doesn't see Marisol nor Tiffany here. There doesn't seem to be any female staff on hand - let alone ones that might be capable of fighting someone dangerous off. He doesn't get much of a choice because this young lady here is clearly tugging his vest enough to indicate that she wants this pervert out right now. His right hand pats the more or less inexplicable rusted length of pipe he's shoved through a pocket of a busted up toolbelt, you know, just to make sure it hasn't suddenly run away like the toupees have. (And we're not going to talk about the toupees.)
This better be good if he's going to step into the forbidden land of washrooms with no urinals, still a little dazed at the thought of who or what could possibly be trying to snoop around lockers this time.
As chance may have it, he's not looking down into the ground and our smaller Korean friend might run into some highly faded blue jeans and a fat gut that is almost not hidden by a dirty white undershirt. Very dirty. Very sweaty. The penultimate panty raid buzzkill?!
Now, Choi isn't much for physical humor. Or shop class. He certainly likes working with screws, though. However, this sort of thinking disappears when he drunkenly runs straight into Rust's pants. Head first. He yelps in shock staggering, back several feet. Entering a defensive pose, the Korean just stares at the mass of man before him. Naturally, big sweaty men do not bother Choi. After all, he hangs around Chang! No, the big issue here is the fact that this guy looks tough. And angry. Eyebrows raised, Choi begins to speak.
"Mph Mo Mm Mo Mmph!" He begins, before he realizes the problem. Spitting out the panties into his gloved palm, he shakes his head. "Uh, I mean, look here, there is a pervert in there! I heard the shouts, buddy boy, and I had to, uh, help the girls!" He begins, discreetly shoving the panties down his slacks. "Now, uh, not to worry, I think he is still hiding, buddy boy! You can go in there and hunt him down! I'll see if he is sneaking around someone out here!" He finishes, and quickly begins hustling away from the giant mass of pounding.
Howard Rust isn't exactly a giant. But he is easily bigger than Choi by any stretch of the imagination. (Who isn't? Seriously now. Even the little kids will eventually grow up to be tall enough to call him a midget.) He is also surprised to find himself bumping into much of anything! The panicking teenager in question quickly backs off as to not remain in eyesight of the pervert. She wants the teacher to make him go away by some means, and she may as well never go back in there until there's a loud notice saying the offensive individual is removed.
"You... you don't /belong/ here," he speaks up right as soon as Choi is done fast talking despite efforts to raise his voice right around the middle of the 'panties in his mouth' part. This is also because he is wrestling to pull the pipe, Ol' Rusty, out of his toolbelt. The toolbelt continues to resist the idea of clean unsheathing movements. He really should get a new toolbelt. Or a real sheath. His brow is a crumpled fleshy mess of irritation. He squints as to make sure not to actually look too far into the locker rooms from the entry, because that's no man's land for any man and he would rather not stand around here.
"Get those out of your," he's interrupted with a quick dry cough, singular fortunately, but decides to not restate whatever word it was he was going to say and continues, "and you're coming with me!"
Incidentally, he's standing in the way of the path to freedom and unless Choi feels comfortable enough to chance sliding underneath him, he may want to double back. Which would lead to the girls. Whom are still in various states of panic and undress. And would make this situation a whole lot more messy for a man that does not want to be in here and another who has clearly enjoyed his time there.
Tug tug tug. Stupid toolbelt. "Giving you the count of three! One... two..."
Rust's player makes a very good argument. Who knows! Maybe in their straits of emotional stress they may decided to bisexually experiment or something! Then they would all win! And the alternative of diving in between Rust's legs doesn't seem as appealing. After all, he already met that kind of stuff head first. He didn't want to play with it again. He already has enough trouble watching the guy wrestle with his pipe. Ew.
Holding his cheeks in his palm, he tries really hard to look shocked and scared. "Oh, no. Buddy Boy. I would never come with you. Now to flee away." And then he quickly scurries back towards the pretty girls in various stages of undress. Come here, Rust! Come and see the teenage girls with Choi!
JOIN THE FORCE OF PERVERSION!
"Son of a bitch!" Through mind and mouth alike, a foul proclamation comes! His knee makes a really loud pop in agreement with this sentiment, in as much disagreement as it is with suddenly moving forward quickly in what shouldn't ever qualify as a run in place of a more leisurely jog. Choi may be a tiny little bastard with short little legs but he sure knows how to move.
The pace is made even slower with the sinking realization that he can't just wait for the guy to come out. That's right. You have to go aaaaaaaall the way inside to see the emotionally distressed teenage girls in various states of undress. (He has heard that art class is full of aspiring artists who are really fond of that sort of subject matter.)
"GET BACK HERE!!" The pipe is drawn in earnest as he decides to remove it from below rather than pull it from above. It's a rusted length of pipe, not much longer than two feet or so in length. Much smaller than the typical weapons you see around these parts by far, what with baseball bats and wooden training swords easily reaching five feet or longer. That's one issue down. Now, for the fact he is a man walking into a women's locker room.
At risk of giving Choi the advantage of getting away, he clears his throat in a loud and completely obnoxious way to try and draw attention. "Uh... young ladies, where the hell did he go?!" Really, he just wants to minimize the amount of time he's here, and further minimize the chances of being fired simply because one of the students think he might be trying to leer at them at a moment of vulnerability.
This is probably going to be the most awkward incident he's ever had the displeasure of handling, well, ever. The sort of thing you could sell autobiographies over. And also suffer a number of unpleasant rumors over. Boldly going where no man should ever go without good reason.
Sucks to be the one to try and stand a higher moral ground.
The girls, in their distress, are more concerned with the dirty little rat of a man than the old smelly one. But in their same panic, they did not follow the little dwarf of the man. The tittering and squealing slowly die down, as the Korean Man does not show up again. Did he really get away? A sudden rattle and crash of a shower kit answers that question squarely. Choi bursts from a locker, arms filled with various female underclothing. Leaving a trail, the Korean howls with laughter as he sails through the air. "Keeee-yah! See you later, suckers!" And with that, he doesn't try to jump under our wood shop expert, but OVER him.
Well, that answers his question for him! The teacher all but recoils at the bursting locker and the zany pervert that's all but a human cannonball. He misinterprets the entire gesture as one going for his face, which becomes more and more evident to be far from correct as he's on a flight path well above his head. Moments later, Choi would clear him and run off to safety with his prizes in hand, yes? Yes?
Pivoting on his heel with the protest of that same knee, Ol' Rusty is thrust towards the Korean panty lover's retreating backside. A simple thrust? A swing in the well-lit lockers, thus throwing out the idea of the cliche statement 'a stab in the dark' entirely?
Rather, if he makes contact, he swings the pipe's end upwards to try and hook it into the belt despite its girth in comparison to how tightly the belt may be around Choi's waist. Following that, one rotating swing later, he'd be slammed to the floor.
Witty banter is for when you do not have a split second to catch a naughty midget. Angry faces, clenched teeth, and other such tell-tale signs of a desire to lay the smack down, though, those are always free!
COMBATSYS: Rust has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here.
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Rust 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Choi
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Rust's Wrecking Ball Swing.
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Rust 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Choi
Fortunately, Rust does catch the Korean. Choi makes a gulping noise as he is pulled down. Panties scatter through the air as Rust brings him back down to earth. However, he makes a grave miscalculation. As Choi is brought back around for the follow up attack, a rip is heard. A broken belt flies freely through the air, quickly followed by a pair of pants. By the time the pipe falls down, Choi is quickly out of the way.
Another wave of screams rake across the locker room as the Korean stands there in a pair of faded blue boxers. Hiding his shame awkwardly with his clawed gloves, he grimaces first at his nudity, then at Rust. "Why, why, listen, buddy boy, I don't play that field, alright? I like grass in my field, yes, but no trees, you understand?" Releasing his lower torso, he frowns again, adjusting his glasses with the base of his hand. "Why, you are nothing more than a pervert!" He shouts, leaping upwards. Leg out in the air, he was backflipping in an arcing kick, trying to smash our hero squarely in the chin. Move fast, Rust!
COMBATSYS: Rust blocks Choi's Hien Zan.
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Rust 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Choi
Silly mistakes like that happen. Even in his prime! His shoulder all but laughs at him with a little creak as he brings the pipe downward and off to the side after realizing that the would-be victimizer turned victim vamoosed from the less than perfect grip.
Oh, there he is. The color of Choi's pants being what they are, he doesn't realize the significance until he catches the glimpse of boxers just under the front flap of the mighty(?) midget's Tae Kwan Doe uniform. Maybe if he wasn't on the verge of flying to freedom he'd... have thought the potential for that through. One eye shut hard from rage, right side of his mouth open to see his relative disgust in realizing that he has just depantsed a pervert. Great.
"Who the hell are you calling a--" Whoa! Choi doesn't even let him finish the statement as he goes flying at him! He swings his left arm inwards in a horizontal block. Feet make contact with the forearm. The forearm doesn't move a single inch from the impact of Hien Zan versus some old guy's arm. It may even be slightly uncomfortable for Choi when he lands because it's almost exactly like kicking steel. Rusted, rickety steel. But steel. Maybe. The snapping noise of feet versus forearm only makes it sound like it hurt a lot more than it could have.
He doesn't bother to move his left arm into any more of a neutral position where it could be easily brought to bear against another attack as a cacophony of joint cracks echo his age after working so hard in his younger years.
"Who's the one stuffing panties... PANTIES in their mouths?!" Maybe it's not worth getting in a shouting match over any of this, but it is clearly worth getting into an old-fashioned scuffle, trying to swing the pipe from his lower right to the upper left in a diagonal rising sweep, an attempt to catch him in his landing.
Choi had better hope he doesn't catch an infection from making contact with that thing to the skin if it does.
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Rust's Medium Strike.
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Rust 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Choi
As his leg meets arm, Choi discovers something: Rust is build like a rock. His leg DOES sting, in fact. Not badly, but certainly a good amount to make it clear that this isn't some cheap wimp of a teacher. Landing awkwardly on his slowly recovering leg, he sneers at the man. "Oh, come on now, can you think of anything better to do while hid-" He stands up straight quickly, wagging a clawed finger at him. "Aaaah. Clever. Ad Phenomenon attacks won't get you anywhere."
When Rust brings forward his pipage, the Korean knows what to do. Choi rolls to his right, evading the nasty infection that he was going to get from Rust. Never mind the nasty infections he probably get from eating that panty. I mean, these ARE cheerleaders. Speaking of panties. As he slips to the side, that cheap red pair of underwear is suddenly released from Choi's own underroos, floating through the air lightly. Using this as a potential distraction, Choi swiftly snaps his leg out in the roll, trying to trip the old man. Big guys like did need to put on fair ground, after all.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Rust with Light Kick.
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Rust 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Choi
It is perhaps the one thing that the shop teacher can pride himself over - he's pretty good in the realm of being able to take a hit. Even through the arthritis, even through being out of shape, even through being tired after a hard day's work (of scrambling for the correct size of screw for the bench out there), he can take a hit. But can he take a hint?!
"You think this is a big joke, do y--" Another cough interrupts him as he starts to negotiate being able to move his stiff left arm again, finding panties hurled in his face. At the exact same time, Choi manages to knock his legs out from underneath him. As overweight as he appears to be, it may come as some surprise that he seems to have some idea of how to properly take a fall, twisting his weight onto his right side and rolling onto his back while his fall onto the ever-so dirty locker grounds echoes through the lines of lockers.
His right arm, the one actually wielding his weapon of choice, is presently buried under himself. Choi is still on the move. His left arm snaps out, rather literally if his elbow's popping is any indication, to try and catch him around the neck and hug him closer. It's headlock time~~! The time of the day on a bad day where Howard Rust inevitably looks to put someone in a headlock.
Now there's two men of questionable measures of aesthetic pleasantness on the floor. Is it time for HOT MAN ON MAN ACTION?! Have the tables turned to give the ladies a good MAN SHOW?! (Please no.)
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Rust's Medium Throw.
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Rust 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Choi
Choi trips up the teacher, must to his glee. Now it was time to take out the trash. And hot Man on Man action? Why not? Of course, the Korean is no limp nancy boy. He is a MAN! Filled with the energy of countless half-naked teenage girls, Choi rolls back up, ready to leap on top of him. However, it seems that Rust wants to get the first dibs, and call topsies! Not on Choi's watch!
When Rust moves in for the kill, Choi just goes for it. Leaping through the Teacher's arms, he slips cleanly through. He really was a rat. He cackles loudly, bouncing up from the ground with a spin. "What's the matter? Can't you finish a single sentence without me getting in the last word? KEEEEEEEYAH!" And then, without much more to do, he leaps on top of the instructor, trying to pound him in the neck with his clawed blades. The girls let loose a squeal...
But is it for horror, or anticipation?
COMBATSYS: Rust interrupts Zujou Sashi from Choi with Cement Upper.
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Rust 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Choi
The grab gets thin air. Unless Howard Rust has such a terrible grudge against thin air that he must, too, put it in a headlock. Choi instead decides he wants first dibs on the inevitable smacking down! Him first, him first indeed. He throws himself onto his back when the would-be nightmare of Elm Street (or any Korean equivalent thereof) leaps on top of him. It's straight from the front. Got a monkey on his back? Nope, just got a lot to get off his chest.
The teacher doesn't seem too fazed by the prospect of there being someone with SHARP SHARP DEADLY KILLER CLAWS on him so much as sheer /annoyance/. Sitting up, his right hand spins Ol' Rusty about his fingertips a few times in a really awkward angle.
Only one hand gets in his neck with the requisite spray of blood expected. A mighty exhale reveals that the teacher has not brushed his teeth today, marginally more pleasant than when he swings the pipe with something of an inward hooking uppercut, odd as it may sound, to slip past the arm that was poised to stab him next and sock Choi across the chin which could send him flying deeper into the locker room or who knows where else.
Sitting up, the teacher rolls his neck around once for good measure to get out another crack. He's just full of the need for some Bengay today, buddy boy. "The last word is that you're a goddamn sicko!"
...he's not going to compete for raw wit. Anybdoy with that horrible a combover can't have been born with razor wits. Rock-hard grits, on the other hand...
At least he has hair!
Choi starts his scissoring straight quick at the teacher. However, the ecstasy of the moment does consume him. When he dives to wrassle the bigger man and stabbity stab him, he gets a face full of pipe. And pain. LOTS of pain. He is sent hurtling through the air in the mass of school girls. After they scatter and scream, Choi meets his stopping point through smashing HARD into a locker.
He holds there for a few moments, lolling his head side to side. He suddenly snaps into focus. He touches his chin lightly and tries to grit his teeth. His efforts are rewarded with blood, pain, and a fresh gap in his mouth. With a grunt, he wrenches himself from the lockers, sneering. "Oh, so, you want to play hard ball, buddy boy?" He spits out, releasing a few teeth in the air in the process. "Well, then, buddy boy, we are going to play HARD!"
He takes three steps towards Rust, spinning in the process. On the third pirouette, he suddenly begins to spin faster and faster. Morphing into a human cyclone, he draws in the panties that were scattered about before. And with a rip, some that were currently in use with some of the local girls. Turning it into a Category Panty Hurricane. With a shrill cackle, he charges right at the Teacher, trying to rip him apart with claws, underwear, and pure wind energy.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Rust with Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan.
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Rust 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Choi
In other circumstances, perhaps Howard and Bounge could have been friends bound together under the woes of hair loss at a young age and could have fought alongside one another in the ring to fund research to cure hair loss forever. It would be a happy alternate universe for them, that one.
Whatever deviation in the timeline prevented this is further proof that sometimes this world does not deserve nice things.
The teacher snorts, leaning forward and holding his right arm out back with a number of small movements. "Hope you play... uh," dammit, it's hard to come up with snappy dialogue when you know you're facing a TRUE MENACE that is threatening the school for something so base and vile, and also because the whipping wind kind of makes him crave a chicken sandwich. Then he just throws himself into it like a storm chaser with a death wish.
Foregoing his footing on solid ground was about the dumbest thing he could do against this, being caught in the Category Panty Hurricane as little splashes of blood mark the locker room, lacerations find their way into his clothing and almost shred it instantly, and launch him up into the air in a spiral as though he were no heavier than any of the panties swirling around the little rat bastard.
The ceiling stops the ascent rather painfully in itself, a loud grunt as the toughest shop teacher there is (...maybe?) seems stuck up there for a minute... hm, hey. Seems like a bench got pulled out of its row in that last one, and that locker over /there/ seems pretty open. And that midget pervert is juuuust within flipping distance.
Gravity takes over. The teacher takes his fall as he will, swinging downward with the pipe against one end of the bench closer to him. He intends to hit it hard enough that the other end, coincidentally so very close to Choi, that it launches him into that open locker.
Which he'd gladly kick shut from the ground, presuming all goes exactly as intended.
COMBATSYS: Choi endures Rust's Random Strike.
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Rust 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Choi
Choi slows his whirling dervish strike down. Hah. Panties rain down on the locker room, as Choi stands on the board observing his new paradise. Panties, more naked girls, and cutting. How could anything go wrong? And now, on the board, he even felt taller! "KEE KEE KEE YAAAAAAAAH" He chortles, sticking his wrists firmly into the sides of his hips. At the last moment, he seems to realize that A) Rust was falling and B) He was smashing hard on the other side of the bench. But does he attempt to dodge. Of course he does.
Wait, what do you mean he doesn't? He just takes it? Why would he do that? Shooting through the air, the Korean is sent hurtling straight for the open locker. He finally reaches the locker, making an unusual cracking noise as he hits the inside of it. Rust doesn't even have to shut it, it slams itself close thanks horrible defects which kill 7 people a year! Hooray for engineering. And then, with it shut, all becomes quiet. The girls whispers to themselves, wondering if it is over. One even begins picking up the loose undergarments on the floor. Was this the end of Choi and his perverted adventures?
And then, there is a shake.
And then, a shudder.
And from the bowels of the lockers comes Choi, exploding out from the very heart of the locker. Spinning like a vicious football, he was screaming at the top of his lung. "KEEYAAAAAAAAAAH" Claws out, he was going straight for the teacher's throat. He wasn't out yet, boy. He still had quite the fight left in him, oh yes.
COMBATSYS: Rust blocks Choi's Houkou Tenkan.
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Rust 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Choi
The teacher finds his initial landing is, rather coincidentally, cushioned by panties. It lets him catch a little bit of a breath while he turns himself to something of a stand when the locker shuts. He clenches his left fist and pumps it downward. Good head on you, Howard. But oh, man, is he going to be sore after all's said and done. Got to patch his cuts up, and more importantly, get the hell out of here once he knows for sure if that did the five foot freak in.
"Okay," he says in that low, gravelly voice as he leans against the wall for support, knuckles creaking in protest of being flattened against the wall, "I'm going to see if I got him. If you got a cellphone, call the police, don't waste ti--"
The locker shakes. In apparent defeat(?), Choi does not let him get a sentence in. He turns his head towards it. It shudders. He shakes his head, pressing his lips inward together. No, stay down. Because if you so much as spring out of there...
The moment is cinematic. Choi flies at the teacher at relativistic speeds. He brings his right forearm to bear - rather than actually try and /block/ something with Ol' Rusty, he just seems to have this thing of taking what he can - and grits his teeth so hard something ought to crack. He catches Choi dead on, the sheer /power/ driving him backwards towards a shower. It's difficult to cut deep into his arm, but the Korean butcher's got enough gas to keep pushing him back, panties and other such accessories gathering around the teacher's legs.
At the end, the remainder inertia pushes him up against the temperature control knobs. Choi would not be that far ahead of him. He throws his head back underneath the head, neck making an unpleasant crackling at the sudden movement, while falling a bit off to his side because the arm closer to the hot water faucet control doesn't want to move with the shock going all the way through it. The opposite arm would have to do, a cramp running up his bicep from the awkward position he has to work.
A spray of scalding hot water threatens to put a real damper on Choi's continued aggression and/or fog up his sunglasses.
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Rust's Thrown Object.
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Rust 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Choi
Choi was pulling out the breaks now. What was once a pantyfest was now a vicious beatdown. Choi was really feeling the burn now. He was being tossed around like a ragdoll, something he did not enjoy. And he knew why this man was supporting these girls. Because it was his DUTY. He had a sense of JUSTICE.
Choi lands on his feet, running across the ground on all fours. He was an animal now. Rust may have expected his attack. But lets see him deal when he cuts his ligaments from his legs. He would make him crawl, make him squirm. This wasn't about panties now. Panties were a second! Rust was going down now. Period. He picks up his ground gallop, trying to close in on the teacher. But the Teacher catches him.
A spray of hot water is met with a yelp and a wince from the Korean. Bringing his arms up to the raging hot water, he protects his more important bits. But not his naked arms. The steam boils up, blocking his eyesight, fogging his glasses. Blood from his lips and back stream into the drain, spiraling and spiraling. Choi had it. With a roar, he leapt at the wall near Rust's head. Gripping the nozzle to keep up, he swipes at the teacher's face quickly. Hopefully, he would catch his eyes. Blind him. Make him weak. Make him a victim. Make him.
Helpless.
COMBATSYS: Rust endures Choi's Quick Strike.
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Rust 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Choi
Howard Rust is an honest working man, even in the face of the weird, the deadly, and especially the unthankful. And if he were any less tough, Choi would have drilled a hole right through his damn forearm and possibly through his entire head. He might not be a walking pile of willpower but he's a man, and sometimes, a man has to face down another man. Greater, lesser, or equal. Simply because they are all that stands between a sick individual and exploitation of the... innocent?
Come to think of it, some of them are probably really naughty. But let's just forget about that detail for now, shall we?
Ahem.
"Why don't you cool off," the teacher coughs as he lies from his side. Hot water does not feel good against these cuts so suddenly having come in from relatively chilly weather! He pushes up against the ground in protest of the cramp in that arm he turned on the water with. He's ready.
Choi swipes at his face from an angle that, perhaps, the teacher should have expected all along given their apparent agility! The claws rake across his face once. More blood joins the drainage and soapy water and dislodged soap scum. It seems like one claw rakes through his right eye, if Choi can see through the steam.
A loud bellow of a spited middle-aged man bellows through the lockers. This might give the girls still here a reason to hide behind the locker row furthest away. "I GOT SLICED UP BY WORSE! GODDAMN CHAINSAW BROKE AGAINST MY NECK!"
Is he channeling old glories, small as they may have been, against a present pressing scenario? Pretty much. But that doesn't stop him from trying to yank Choi down with his free arm in spite of the sting, into the slick shower floor. With the other, he wrestles to position Choi so that his back is exposed so he can try and deliver a multitude of butt-end strikes to the back. It's vicious, rather akin to hammering down a very stubborn nail.
But we have already seen that Choi is as slippery as soap and may be just as bad an idea to drop?!
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Rust's Hammering.
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Rust 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Choi
Slippery as soap, and thankfully, much harder to drop! When Rust makes his move, Choi makes his. Whipping around the nozzle, he throws himself down the shower floor, slipping and roll to the opposite wall. He didn't know the injuries he did. He was more focused on strategy. Rust was big. And he was nasty. Choi may be dodging a lot, but remember. He only had two solid hits on him. And a block. Unlike Rust, he was not tough. He was a twig man. Light, thin, and easy to break.
Winding his legs up against the wall, he kept low and quiet. And with a growl, he leaps towards Rust. He seems to aim too high, hitting the ceiling. But wait! He then kicks off the ceiling, charging downwards at the old man, claws first!
COMBATSYS: Rust fails to interrupt Power Strike from Choi with Rusty Nail.
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Rust 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Choi
Light, thin, easy to break, and highly mobile! A deadly combination. The scratched eye is clenched shut by the eyelids, who knows how good a hit that last one was. As Choi does some fancy acrobatics, the teacher here looks like he's flopping about against the hot water gathering on the ground. This also makes it very difficult to stand up. Some joint somewhere makes another cracking noise, it's hard to tell where above the roar of the scalding hot shower.
Choi stays in motion, where Mr. Rust is often more than happy to let the enemy come at him and then attempt to overturn it in a clash of hits - or just get in place to make sure his hits.
When Choi comes at him, he's on his back for lack of any solid thing to grip onto to help himself up. None of the girls are going to come rushing to his aid with that screaming psycho by him! Choi goes for the dive, and the teacher seems all but ready for it as he brings his right arm on the ground horizontally. Just one good hit.
He intends to strike at the very point of impact, a little sparkle forming from the reflecting of light off the water sure to rust Ol' Rusty even rustier, just as Mr. Rust likes it. The moment /he/ thinks is ripe, he swings it outward... but did I mention that looking at Choi with only one eye does not help very much with depth perception?
He swings too soon. Choi might get a pleasant breeze but no competition against his momentum as he strikes his claws down into his chest with some success, adding more blood to the mix of panties and blisteringly hot shower water that is probably now beginning to turn some sauna somewhere else on campus cold. It's running that hot.
The shock of the injury sends Ol' Rusty flying to the opposite side of the stall, leaving the teacher unarmed and at melee range with the tiniest little thug you ever did saw. Not that his face has grown any more frightened of the prospects of death or disfigurement at the hands of Choi, so much as his continued struggle to grab back the upper hand.
Unarmed? Perfect. Choi grins madly as he paces to the edge of the steaming room. The water was now getting to him. It was just too hot. However, the air temperature was not. The sauna-like climate was relaxing. Invigorating. He could probably run laps around Rust all day long. Looks like all that training with Kim has backfired. He was even MORE of a little monster now.
When will someone deliver the Great Justice on him? WHEN?
Crawling on the wall, the Korean was triangulating across the locker room again. The heat was higher near the top, yes, but the scalding water was what he was worried about. High overhead, he suddenly shoots down at the staggered teacher. His legs were pounding in rhythmic kicking, trying to pound the poor man into the tiled earth. Choi was just being cruel now, mocking the only slightly older man into the ground. Simply because he had more HAIR.
COMBATSYS: Rust endures Choi's Hishou Kyaku.
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Rust 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Choi
Unarmed? That puts him in a dangerous situation, yes. What with the fact he's on the ground and just took a pretty good stab to the chest that might, after so many other attempts to cut him wide open, may have actually gone somewhere towards 'this man needs to be hospitalized' level.
He's having trouble trying to will himself back up. Some people have that factor where they grab a second wind and throw themselves right back up despite taking a right beating. He doesn't have that - when he's down, he's down. But sometimes, things just have a way of convincing you you're still in the fight.
He's all but defenseless to the continued assault as Choi all but dances on his chest. Against the slippery ground, each kick keeps pushing him back towards the wall. Within four of them, he's forced to sit up as his ribs threaten to buckle due to the wall behind him not giving way. It continues to the point he almost can't help but stand /up/ simply from being kicked up the wall.
His left elbow cracks. His neck pops loudly as he throws his head back and all but headbutts the wall with the back of his head. He had a really good kick like that back in the day... developed right before he all but gave it up, in fact.
He shoves himself off the wall and through the damn shower with a brief enough exposure for it not to matter much more, deciding his left leg is far steadier than his right as he tries to thrust it into the ground where he's sure Choi will be landing.
The sting that usually travels up his leg doesn't when a loud cracking noise echoes through the lockers, tile flying up all around him. Oh, that's why he kept throwing it out, he struck too hard. This new-found knowledge discovered, he continues with it, each sound of it colliding against the ground putting together a sound of a jackhammer. A relative equivalent.
It's like Kim Kaphwan's own stomp attack and Ryo's punch flurry techniques had a baby. A very, very ugly baby that has more hair than Choi Bounge.
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Rust's Jackhammer Kick.
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Rust 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Choi
Ugly Babies using Kim's stomping attacks? This was like a nightmare that Choi had! But then Rose came to save him and wisk him away to her secret treehouse in Costa Rica. And blank spot. Blank spot. He removes his shirt. Blank spot. It really was a wonderful dream. But then Kim came and stomped on him and Rose. And then he woke up covered in a cold sweat. Chang rolled over, and told him to go back to sleep. And then he woke up again!
Or did he?
Rust still had a fight in him. And Choi respected that. It was very impressive. FOR HIM TO POOP ON. With his driving kicks being responded with OTHER hammering kicks, the midgets decides he has had enough of the games. As he approaches the ground, he swiftly somersaults, changing his direction of falling slightly. Not a major amount. But just enough. Rolling along the ground, he whips up a splashing trail of water as he hits the wall perpendicular to the teacher. Digging a single claw through the tiles, he winds back, watching the teacher carefully. When he comes by again, he spins off the wall through the shower himself... and lands squarely on what is left of the drain.
He begins to spin and spin in place, dragging the scalding water, ruined lingerie, and tile pieces around him. Faster and faster he spun, whirling like the cyclone he unleashed before. But then, the energy explodes from around him. Winding tighter and tighter, it was drawing everything above him. Pressure was on the ceiling, which was bending and twisting. This was it. Choi was giving it everything he got now. Even broken lockers cracked and were being dragged into the ultimate of tornados.
But would it be enough?
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Rust with Shin! Tatsumaki Shinkuu Zan.
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Rust 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Choi
Several kicks of nothing between foot and floor later, the sting comes back and reminds him why it usually got him to stop after the first. Outmaneuvered and outmatched by all appearances, the teacher looks about ready to give it up. He coughs again, a rather dry one as he's running out of wind to really get in a good breath, let alone put up much of a fight. His head tilts only back to where Choi lands, his movement otherwise is far too fast for him to track. His other eye opens. Infuriatingly, it still seems able to focus on what's over by the shower... him!
Wind starts to whip about the locker room. He starts to salivate at the thought of a good steak drenched in some kind of nebulous hot sauce. Hell, forget the steak, he'd chug a bottle to a really windy day like this! Locker doors rip free of their hinges. Tiles start to join the cyclone. Scalding hot water forms a picturesque column around Choi. Can't forget the numerous loose undergarments and little traces of blood. Really, if one were looking for a photography project, this would be the perfect shot. It's pretty amazing.
Bloodied, beaten, and unarmed, really, the teacher's got no chance. But in the back of his mind, he realizes beyond the taste of the delicious that the wind brings that the kids here are still in significant danger! Heat of the moment, he forgets about the whole thing about 'not staying on your feet' deal that got him screwed over last time he tried to tackle this, but with one leg weak it's unlikely he could have stood.
He leaps into the vortex, forearms crossed in front of him. The details from here are hard to make out. There is no way he could get through that column of wind without getting outright destroyed by flying objects and hot water and flesh-cutting wind shear. There isn't much of a yelp or scream to signify that he is, indeed, defeated. Ol' Rusty is seen joining the chaotic tornado before long, but does its master ever get a hand on it?
All seems calm for the moment the tornado ends. It lasts exactly as long as it takes for one to realize there's a hole through the ceiling and that it's rather bright up above, save for a shadow that grows in a single moment's time.
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Spoilers, the teacher, unconscious from the g-forces of the tornado (of all things to do him in), appears to be falling down and may squish Choi underneath if he doesn't move.
COMBATSYS: Rust can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Rust successfully hits Choi with Crashing Down.
- Power hit! -
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|
Choi cackles loudly as his spinning reaches an apex, tossing the teacher around like a rag doll. Finally, the cyclone punches Rust through the ceiling. Choi saw it, and he swiftly slowed down. Debris scattered across the now wrecked locker room. He looked over the chaos, and frowned. How could he frown after such a victory. Kneeling down, he picks up what he believes is a red panty, now torn to shreds. He gives it a lick. Oh wait. This was a toupee. Shaking his head, he understood that this fight ruined everything. He was going to have to pass over this school until later. But where to go? He stood there, rubbing his chin. Looking up at the hole, he sees Rust.
Point 6 seconds later, Choi is pinned underneath Rust, bent over somewhere in between his own legs. The Korean cursed in his mother's tongue. Actually, his father; His own mother was a saint. Struggling under the weight of the middle-aged man, he growled, frusterated by this change in fortune. What could make this worse?
And to answer him, the police sirens began to ring. Remember when Rust told the girls to call the police? Choi suddenly did. Panicking, he wriggled more and more. A sharp pain shot through his shoulder and right arm. Broken. 200 lbs of American would do that to you at terminal velocity. Tugging recklessly, he disocates the same shoulder. Oh, it hurt. And it took a lot to keep the shock from knocking the midget out. But fear of the cops was just enough to keep the little dude going. With a feeble leap, he manages to grab the edge of the ceiling's hole. Pulling himself over with his left arm, he begins to break for it. Pacific High was fun, and had some great girls with great legs. But it was too dangerous now.
Justice High, on the other hand...
Log created on 18:23:59 03/26/2008 by Rust, and last modified on 01:06:51 03/30/2008.