Description: Smoking! Billy, Skullomania are supposed to inspire people to not smoke. Blanka and Skullomania lecture, Billy breaks things. Whose ideas are better?! (Winner: Billy)
"And that... *KOFF KOFF* Is why Blanka say no smokig cigarettes. Stick to *HACK COUGH* natural stuff."
Blanka isn't a big fan of processed tobacco and tar, what with the large pug nose he has. It's easy to tell the scent of someone who smokes far too much, and with the Civic Center building being full of smokers in various states of lighting up, Blanka's senses are almost overwhelmed by it. Eyes red, throat taut and constricted with burning, he's not pleased to be here, and wonders if it was planned that he'd be here to be messed up. However, he's had someone tell him that he can be an inspiration, and the lack of worry at being a six and a half foot tall green monster is enough to keep his fortitude up.
He has been told he'd be working with another fighter in this match, one he hadn't met or heard much about - enough of a surprise to keep the beast man's interest. He's heard of their opponent, the great Billy Kane, former King of Fighters, and current all-around tough guy with a stick. He twitches his giant hands, setting the microphone down and bounding over to a table where he can get a drink of water, and try to clear off the film of tar he feels that has showup on his tongue just from his time talking. ugh.
The roof crashes open and a Volkswagen Beetle slams right onto the stage. It shakes the table Blanka sits out and shocks the crowd into a hacking fit of coughs and shudders. The blue door opens up and Skullomania steps out of the car, brushing his scarf back. He is wearing a huge 'Smokers Are Jokers' shirt over his chest, and seems to ignore the fact he just ruined the shocks on a car he was meant to sell.
Skullomania reaches out, grasping the microphone. He holds a gloved hand wide and long. "Hello, my dear friends! You must tell yourself, 'But Skullo, servant of justice, cigarettes make me feel so good'. But you can feel it tearing inside of you, destroying your body." Skullomania raises his hand high and pulls the microphone close. "Much like evil, growing inside of you and destroying your body until there is nothing left of you but a shriveled shell who sold his soul to Satan! Skullo says, 'Stop the evil and stop the smoke!'" He gives a big thumbs up, a toothping dimmed by the black spandex.
A tire falls off the Bug.
COMBATSYS: Billy has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Skullomania has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Oh, Billy is absolutely furious. Had he not known what had been in store for him, he'd of likely flipped out and blown everyone up then and there, and abandoned the SNF. As it lies, he's got too much reputation and prestige to back down from a fight for something as measly as a pet peeve. At least, in theory. The cold reality is he hates smoking as much as drinking, since both remind him of the dark and twisted times with Lilly and his father. It awakens those dark impulses, the savage violence that was the catalyst for the pair forever changing their life. What that might entail for those present is going to be seen – LIVE. And later, by all the gods, he truly is going to hurl Geese off his tower. He was stiff as a board when he entered, twisting around through the haze with a look of absolute disgust. Approaching the microphone, he yanks it up once it's left by Blanka. "Here's my advice. Every-" Expletives. "-Who lights a-" Expletives for long seconds. "-is-" Beep. .... still going. "–ass personally kicked by me!!" He hurls such upon the table. Two seconds later he dropkicks someone in the face, sending them flying away and the unlit cigarette spiraling to the ground. He's grabbed another by the shirt and has to be pulled off by the security.
Luckily, the roof explodes as a mild distraction. Recoiling, Billy backs away while glancing around, before the stench causes him to grimace and cough once more. Well, he likes Skullomania's sense of style, and he made an airhole. By gods, here's a winner.
"Oye. Blanka. Other dude. Psychoskull. I could care less...!! I'm not in the-" Explitives. "-mood for-" Well, the jist is he wants this fight over with, and by the gods if he's about to go easy. Twisting up his staff, semantics vanish before him planting one end of it upon the ground, and vaulting forward in a twisting, brutal kick towards Blanka's chest. At least he hasn't mentioned his appearance; that must be a refreshing change.
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures Billy's Strong Kick.
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Well, then. The car tossed in is something to be impressed by, the two people's efforts of spreading the evils of smoking a clash in contrasts. One lecturing with words, the other using his fists and feet to express his displasure - apparently, they're all in agreement. (Smoking Is Bad, Kids!) The light from above and blast of fresh air is enough to allow Blanka a chance to get some of the uck out of his mouth.
And all of the sudden, the fight is upon him. Blanka's not quite ready for the attack, and it shows, with the way he is caught flat-footed and wide open. He's rocked off his feet, and down to the ground right next to the crazed Billy Kane. Giant green paws grab onto the foot, and he looks up at the King of Fighters. "Mood or not.. .gonna fight hard, right?" With that, gold eyes spark white and blue, and the flicker of electricity explodes around Blanka's form, brilliant and explosive, intent on giving Billy something quite shocking to deal with.
What?! Beating up the crowd? That is something that Skullomania cannot stand. He sees the grabbing out of the corner of his eye as the car comes down. After his speech, Skullomania turns to face Billy. The huge black eyeholes narrow. "Excuse me?! There won't be any hurting of the innocent crowd while /I/ am here!" He grips either side of his shirt, ripping off to either side quickly and throwing the pieces down on the ground. "Even if they poison themselves, you can't prey on them the same way the tobacco companies do!"
Skullo watches the Electricity, watching the beat and path. He holds himself down, bending his knees low and holding his gloves out flat on the stage floor. He then throws himself legs first at Billy's neck just during a beat of electricity. As he comes forward, he rolls his torso up, trying to get a rather Cammy-Style leg throw. Except with much more uncomfortable closeness.
COMBATSYS: Skullomania successfully hits Billy with Skullo Space.
Glancing Blow
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COMBATSYS: Billy endures Blanka's Direct Lightning.
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"Damn right, jolly green giant... Anything less'll only make it last longer!!" is snarled out as he's grasped by the foot, before realizing the imminent rush of chi. He's familiar with the other man; he's a gimmick, and a powerful fighter in his own right. While he's preparing the onslaught, Billy begins to whirl around his staff, both ends igniting into motes of fire that quickly surge into a pinwheel. The moment that the horrific burst of electricity goes off, a point-blank eruption of fire flashes out to overtake Blanka and send him, preferably, flying right into the car Skullomania lovingly entered the building with. Still sizzling, he's suddenly given a faceful of– well, a lot more man then he'd ever care to have in this proximity, except Geese in bad fanfiction. Although he's crushed, the attempt to hurl him is broken by a frantic yank away, pulling the other man off with a startled sound. "The hell was that?! What the ---- is wrong with you!! That damn costume smells like–" He's obviously repulsed, and only angered more. "They are killing themselves. What's a good asskicking to help them on the road to real recovery, huh?!"
COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Blanka with Blazing Whirlwind Cane.
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Ha-ha! Setting Billy alight is enough to make the green giant smile - though the reaction afterwards (during?!) is definitely not quite as good. Giant flames from Billy's cane overtake and knock the big beast backwards, slammed into the car that Skullomania'd chosen to bring himself to the fight with. Imprinted in the metal, it takes Blanka a moment or two to pull himself from it, giant paws tearing at metal in an attempt to pull himself out of the Blanka-shape that was left behind. Over his shoulder, gold eyes glance towards his teammate, and he chuckles apologetically - though not really It's a fight, stuff breaks. That's the law of the jungle.
"Tough man.. Not so tough that Blanka can't get up again, though.." And to his feet he goes, though he's staggered. Dizzily, he starts to walk towards Billy again, but as he does, he falls forwards, dropped down to his knees. It's a feint, though - an effort by the gentle giant to throw Billy off-kilter, curling up in a ball and rocketing through the smoke and smog, attempting to bowl the man over with the force of his body being used as the weight! "AHW-ROOOO!"
His car! Nooo! His car! What is this! Billy slams into the Volkswagen, setting it completely on fire. Luckily, this isn't a bonus round, so Billy doesn't get extra points. He gets an extra angry Skullomania. Skullomania rolls away from the grab. "I am a man of justice!" He tries to explain the... crotch to face grab. Hey, Cammy does it, why can't he?! He stands up tall from the roll. "Fight them to help them?!"
Skullomania grips his fists, showing that he too is a mysterious master of chi. Of course, his mastery of Chi comes from no training what so ever. Nothing but simple simple force of sheer and powerful will. The will of a hero. Skullomania wells up the energy inside of him, breaking up the smog of the smoke. "You can't destroy people to help them! Breaking their limbs does nothing to help them!" Skullomania furrows the eyeholes again. "I will help /you/ to a bad day!"
COMBATSYS: Skullomania gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Blanka's Ground Shave Rolling.
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Pant. Pant. Sending the other man hurtling into the vehicle was satisfying on some visceral level, but he knows he's far from out of the proverbial woods just yet. Rubbing at his singed chin, still feeling painful spasms and clenches from his ravaged muscles, the former King of Fighter surveys the scene cautiously. And that pays off, when the other man erupts forward; he plants his weapon upon the ground and vaults skywards, avoiding it scarcely; his bo staff is impacted, almost knocked clean from his hands as he lands heavily upon his back. Yet he's bounced back up an instant later, glancing in Skullomania's direction. Cough, hack. Damnit!! He wants to get OUT of here! The fresh air is making it worse somehow! Like a touch of perfume, highlighting the awfulness of Raiden in the sun by making it a more stark reality. "I SAID DON'T LIGHT! THE HELL KIND OF PLACE IS THIS?!" he roars once more, but is only momentarily distracted. He decides to take this out on Blanka once more; "Shut the hell up, freakass! If I break their damn hands, they can't smoke!!" Slithering towards the other green fighter, the end of his staff shoots out towards his throat; trying to heft him upwards and begin to strangle him by wrenching and jostling the weapon, cackling madly before twisting to send him right through the windshield of Skullomania's car. That's what he GETS for irritating Billy! A BUSTED UP CAR!
COMBATSYS: Blanka dodges Billy's Hell Drop.
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Luckily for Blanka, he was already at speed as soon as he zoomed past Billy. The fact that the man didn't get a chance to hit him with his staff isn't lost on Blanka, the impact barely sliding around the green machine and causing him to have to abort his roll and return to his feet. He can't argue with Billy's hatred of the smoke in the room, the burning embers starting to make the monster man a bit on edge himself, cranky and irritable. He looks over towards his teammate, and makes a motion as if to urge him on into doing.. er, something. Hopefully that doesn't involve too much more smoke and mirrors, as there is so much smoke already!
"Show them what fit.. warrior can do!" Blanka erupts into another caughing spree as he flails forwards, fists waving madly as he lurches and lumbers towards Billy Kane, inexpertly trying to pummel the man with his big green paws. It's not the most effective move in the world, but it certainly won't do anything good if it hits!
Well, Skullomania can't argue with that. He leaps down into the crowd, grabbing up the lighter. "Give me that." He holds it up, considering for a moment. Hmm, what can he do with this. He turns slowly out to Billy, climbing back up onto the stage. "Hey! Hey! Leave that car alone. It is very important for my heroing work!" And if he doesn't get it back, his dad will be so mad. And then he won't get paid. And then his land lord will be pissed at him. And the land lord is crazy and that will be extra bad and then he'll just have a DAMN BAD DAY!
Skullomania presses both of his fingers forward, concentrating on the lighter. He hurls the lighter over at Billy, shattering it against the staff. It shatters into a glorious spray of lighter fluid, dropping slowly as the hero presses in, charging forward. He pushes his body forward, flipping onto his gloved hands and doing a somersault. He lands into a gymnastic roll, showing a wonderful flexible ability. As he comes out of the roll, he throws himself upward in a mighty uppercut for Billy's chin.
COMBATSYS: Skullomania successfully hits Billy with Stepping Upper.
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COMBATSYS: Billy counters Rock Crush from Blanka with Fire Dragon Pursuit Cane.
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Well; Blanka's a hell of a lot faster then he would of given credit to a man of his sheer weight. Such is hardly a problem, however. It just means he'll have to wait for him to come at him, instead of rushing into the battle headlong. Responding to the hack with a heavy cough, that rejoinder is followed by a more painful one. Shifting away from the first vicious fist, the second is caught within his staff. Which instantly collapses around it, twisting it away while striking the other man across the face. He cackles madly, which sounds hoarse and twisted like a witch, both ends swinging to crack against his chest and then a downwards swing into the head, slipping back and assembling his staff anew. The flash of flame, however, is noticed too late; focused on what he perceives the meaningful threat, his turn back towards Skullomania results in an awkward defense, fist slithering too close to stop and slamming into his chest. Droplets of blood rocket skyward, nose now too squished and oozing to smell anymore. A small mercy, stumbling away before catching himself. "Hrrgh...!!" is grunted. Oh, Billy's getting even MORE angry!! These clothing are already ruined for *life*...
%TFast, but not agile. At least, not when being bombarded by smoke and fire. No, no, Blanka is out of his element, and the burning sensation in his throat is quickly pushed out as Billy's cane smacks the taste out of his mouth and the air out of his chest. He isn't able to do more than stagger forwards as Billy engagesw with his opponent, with Blanka's teammate - an attempt to distract, if nothing else.
"AHW-ROOOO!" He flops out, arms akimbo, his dead-weight aimed at smushing Billy Kane into the ground, to flatten him out and slow him down so Skullomania has some further skill in the fight. Either way, Blanka isn't doing more in this battle - but perhaps he can still help turn the tide!
COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.
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Billy 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Skullomania
Do not underestimate the power of Skullomania. A man, a moment, a machine. He could, in fact, be a heartless cyborg. Is he live or is he dead. His boots are filled with dread, you know. Perhaps as a further insult, Skullomania leaps away from his uppercut, rolling back to the floor. He leaps off the stage, landing onto the area just around the stage, covered in cigarettes. He starts running through the area, slamming his feet into the cigarettes, digging bits of ash into his boots. Yes, he is a cruel hero.
Skullomania grabs the edge of the stage and leaps back up, shifting his weight forward into another wild run. He grabs the water pitcher from the table Blanka was drinking from earlier. One arm comes forward and around, hurling the pitcher at Billy. "Catch!" He isn't too worried about the state of it. Because soon after, aimed for Billy's stomach, is one very ash covered boot bottom. If he doesn't hit, he may distract Billy long enough for Blanka.
COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Blanka's Strong Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Skullomania's Heavy Kick.
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The vicious kick is too telegraphed; the sheer force behind it is crippling, but Billy lunges almost violently away from it, skidding to a halt as Blanka falls to the ground. Well. That leaves... the joker? Really, he's not sure what to make of the man, but the incredibly telegraphed move only elicits a shift to the side, whirling around in an attempt to get behind Skullomania. He's still hacking and coughing, but a rather dominant smirk creases his face, seeming to revel in his apparent victory. "Looks like I win... you're the hero, aren't you?! Hack, cough!!" One hand lashes out, trying to grip him by the throat before pivoting sharply, the intent merely to send Skullomania spiraling away like a ragdoll in the vicious jerk of power. "WELL, I GUESS I'M HACK THE GODDAMN VILLAIN!" Really, that's what he prefers in the first place. His violent sadism is leaking out... oh my!
COMBATSYS: Skullomania blocks Billy's Quick Throw.
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Oh crap. This guy is a little more powerful then he realized. A lot more powerful. Okay, really really powerful. The mitt grasps at his neck and Skullomania shifts his face around. "You don't win yet." The hero goes flying into the car. But he is ready for it. Being a gymnast, he puts his feet down on the car, cushioning the blow. He rolls in with it, squatting onto the pile of metal. "And you being the villain means that I must succeed, no matter what the odds are!"
The hero thrusts backwards, pushing forward from the car. He rotates his body all the way about, shifting like a disc until his foot is forward. Oh, you are going to get that ash, Billy. You will get it. Yes, his moves are very telegraphed, but they are well executed and he is quite flexible! If only he had a giant robot.
COMBATSYS: Billy interrupts Dangerous Heel from Skullomania with Whirlwind Cane.
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"Don't posture... It's supposed to be the villain who postures... Hack." Billy continues, waving his hand furiously around the air, seeming to draw his attention back towards the people continuing to spoke, completely unheeding of the sign emblazoned upon the back of his denim jacket. Are the unaware of how few vices he doesn't put up with in the world?! Yet the maneuver towards him he realizes well before arrival. Conducive to such, he twists his shoulder at the incoming man and begins rapidly spiraling his weapon around, cackling once more. He'd manage to land the kick in a tense, non-vulnerable location, but in return he'd get to experience a pigeon sucked into a helicopter's rotors for a few seconds; Billy would not stop until he shoots right back out of the bludgeoning onslaught. "Where's your super-dramatic final attack, eh?!"
Now Skullomania knows what a stick in a devil stix routine feels like. The answer is NOT GOOD. The cane rotates around him expertly. There's no blood flying, but there's a good large red mark over the hero's chest. Finally, he goes skidding across the ground, sliding low. Yes, that hurt far more than Skullo have ever experienced. The table goes flying as Skullo tumbles into it. The man groans in pain, grasping his side. But this isn't a battle for money. This is a fight of good and evil.
The spandexed man slowly stands up, taking in a deep breath. He then slides out into his stance again, hands flat and ready. "You don't know anything about dramatic build up. Do you?" Plus, the catapult guy isn't in place yet, that kid sleeps /way/ too much. Instead, Skullo tries to go for something quick rather than something powerful. This man is fast, powerful, he will have to go for a light touch. Rather then a carefully choreographed attack, Skullo simply closes back in, using his open hands in brief quick attacks.
COMBATSYS: Billy blocks Skullomania's Quick Punch.
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"This isn't a play, it's a fight. Don't lose touch with reality too much..." Billy grumbles between his hacking, an exasperation seeming to settle over him once the dourness of the environment once more settles on his mind. The rush forward causes Billy to spread his stance, twisting around his weapon and intercepting the blows; they are mostly absorbed within the lean wood of the staff, and he shifts backwards out of range thereafter. "C'mon, this is pathetic! I'll give you some damn incentive to get to your punchline!!" Sliding back, he suddenly lashes out with his staff in a direct straight maneuver, parallel to the ground; the end trying to collide with tremendous force upon his solar plexus, and send Skullomania launched in the opposite direction. It's a few steps higher then a love tap, but not as hard as he could hit, either. What will the hero do on death's door?! That's what he wants to know!
COMBATSYS: Skullomania endures Billy's Medium Strike.
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Skullomania continues in, thrusting his palms against each of the staff blows, working inward. Maybe Skullomania is even teasing him. A man so worried about being all out. Skullomania flexes slowly, allowing the huge smash of the staff to slam into his chest. A circle of blood in his mask matches the hacking cough he gives. Skullomania grasps that lighter fluid coated end that had been prepared before, pulling his fingers away and holding another stance. His open palmed stance again. He concentrates, bringing forth his chi once more. Slowly, the lighter fluid over his hand bursts into flames.
"You wouldn't understand the joke."
COMBATSYS: Skullomania gathers his will.
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Billy 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Skullomania
"How rude. I happen to like jokes." Billy muses, standing opposite with his eyes narrowed. This is it. The final facedown, before the grand finale. He regrips his staff, spreading his stance before suddenly bursting forward. All of his rancor is focused into his own chi, staff streaming heat and sparks behind. Twisting it rapidly between his fingers, he swishes all of his inertia into trying to tear the weapon in an uppercut; to slam into Skullomania, before pushing off the ground and launching skywards. The weapon again rotates, scorching like a sun; but that pain would be secondary to the eruption of fire at the apex, rushing force clearing the air of smoke for a glorious few seconds. How exactly Skullomania fares, and what he opts to do, is another matter entirely. "JUST DIE!! KOFFFFFFFF!!!"
COMBATSYS: Skullomania interrupts Red Lotus Requiem from Billy with Skullo Dream EX.
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COMBATSYS: Skullomania can no longer fight.
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Perhaps Skullomania will die. All that power is tremendous, all of that chi strong. Skullomania will never be able to stand. Yet he must. Indeed, he must. There's a large... THWOP sound in the distance. Something being launched. The uppercut slams into Skullomania, but he grasps it, using it to rush through the fire and into the air. He grasps a bottle of sake out of the air, hanging in slightly. "Maybe I'll have a drink first!" He lifts the bottle to his mask, draining it slightly before he slams it against his chest. He lands, fire engulfing the alcohol and burning it off first.
Another THWOP. Skullomania won't die. Instead, he grasps that staff, twists his body in a tremendous circle until he hurls it and the possessor into the air. Only to find... a rain of jelly donuts! Skullomania takes one as it falls away from Billy, mashing it through his mask slowly. Then, just at the apex, the burning man uses the last of his energy to hurl himself straight up into a torso headbutt, only to black out just before he hits. Being on fire is sort of painful.
Okay. Billy's never been attacked in a manner as bizarre as this. The grasped bottle of win, amidst the turmoil of his assault, is bizarre enough. But the jelly donuts cause him to almost falter in the final eruption; he's completely open to the headbutt slamming into him. His descent to the ground is not graceful. He twists, landing upon his back on the hood of the car and bouncing off with a beautiful ass-dent, and crashing upon his stomach amidst the broken glass and rubble of the ceiling. After a few moments he pushes himself up, panting and whisking his head around wildly, to take in those present. Whish. Whish. They are both down. Nobody is lighting a cigarette. Disoriented, confused, and feeling oddly violated, he stumbles towards the exit. "That's right... Stain me with a damn doughnut will you..." He wipes some off with a thumb and licks it, ignoring the rivers of blood down his face. "..." It tastes good. At least he doesn't skimp on the theatrics.
COMBATSYS: Billy has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:45:33 04/26/2008 by Blanka, and last modified on 10:04:06 04/29/2008.