Description: To protect Southtown's children from the menace of drugs, Terry takes on Poison in a knock-down, drag-out street brawl.
It's the kind of night that kids shouldn't be out on -- and naturally, this means they're all out. The various attractions and restaurants of Southtown Village buzz with teeming young life, from bored high school students to excited high school students. It's a bit on the chilly side -- which is one reason the tall, pink-haired woman stands out even more than she normally would, having neglected to put on more clothes than the bare minimum to avoid being arrested.
A tow-headed boy of about 15 and his young friend scuttle up to her as she hangs around on the street corner, leaning against a wall, one knee bent, smoking a cigarette. "H-- how much for a dime bag?" the child stammers.
Poison Kiss narrows her eyes, and hisses smoke out of her nostrils. "/Ten dollars/," she groans, as if she feels like she's speaking to a retard.
The kid hands her the crumpled note and she waves him over toward some other Mad Gear member trusted with the stash. All in all, a pretty boring night, she thinks as she takes another drag.
"Woah," Terry Keanus as he walks out of the run-down YMCA gym across the streep from Poison's drug stoop. "Did I just see a hooker sell dope to a kid?" He rubs his bleary blue eyes. "No, I /definitely/ saw that!" He charges across the street, parkouring off of a Prius and landing in a crouch in front of Poison.
"Hey, you! Victimless crimes AREN't victimless! Take it off the street, lady!"
Poison's cigarette falls out of her mouth as she stares at Terry leapfrogging a Prius right at her. "Right," Poison says, after a moment, pushing off of the wall and strutting a step or two toward Terry. "Listen, buddy. You're pretty handsome -- and that's the only reason I'm cutting you a deal, because it'd be a /shame/ to ruin those pretty-boy features. Run along and I won't have to mess you up. Understand?" As if to punctuate the sentence, a switchblade is produced -- who knows where Poison keeps this stuff -- and flicked open, the blade's tip touching Terry's nose like when Roman Polanski threatened Jack Nicholson.
"Lady, you got no clue," Terry responds, thrusting his fist into a trash can and pulling out a brown 40 oz. malt liquor bottle, which he proceeds to SMASH against his forehead. He seems completely unaffected, except for the stale dregs of a 40 running down his forehead and onto his fist. "You think I'm afraid of your little pocket knife?" He points one fingerless index finger at Poison. "You think I won't hit a girl? Ask Mai Shiranui!!"
"Who?" Poison asks, in annoyed confusion.
Then, pulling the knife back, Poison sighs. "Sorry, honey, I gave you a chance." The Mad Gear crony has already taken the stash and started on his way, walking off so that they don't lose their product when Poison inevitably draws attention to the corner -- like so, by swinging a strong kick up toward Terry's ribs. "KEE-YAA!"
COMBATSYS: Poison has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Terry has joined the fight here.
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Terry 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Poison
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Terry with Light Kick.
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Terry 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Poison
"Hoo!" Terry takes one high-heeled kick to the rubs, but he tries to grab onto her bestocking'd thigh and toss her into some garbage cans! Talk about... wait for it... /fighting dirty/! "Yeah!" He shouts, in inane-word-shouting mode.
COMBATSYS: Poison fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Terry with Quick Strike.
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Terry 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Poison
Poison is grabbed by the leg -- she tries to swoop forward to pop Terry one in the jaw, but doesn't quite make it, and the hero to all children of Southtown flings her by her leg into some trashcans, which explode and fade out, like all video game trash cans. Getting up and adjusting her hat furiously, Poison has the switchblade out again. "Ugh," she sneers. "I /just washed/ these cutoffs, you /prick/." She throws the knife!
The knife sticks to her hand because of globby garbage... something on it. "Oh god," she squeals.
Terry stupidly or bravely, most likely stupidly, approaches Poison, his fists held closed to his chest in a tight street fighting stance. The brim of his trucker hat is pushed down to cover his eyes, so it makes it hard to tell where he's looking at -- if anything. "People like you, you make me... You make me..." He throws his hands up over his head, then punches one gloved fist down into the concrete, shattering the concrete up to his wrist before a glowing scarlet wave of energy launches from his fist, shredding the asphalt as it speeds towards Poison.
"BUSTER WAVE!"
COMBATSYS: Poison dodges Terry's POWAH WAIF.
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Terry 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Poison
Poison manages to rip the knife from her palm, throwing it down to the ground -- only to see it bounce back up as the asphalt shatters. "Damn!" she cries as she leaps into the air, deftly gaining enough air to clear the stony ripple. "You've got some pretty slick moves for a guy who looks like he lives at the Y," Poison says, somewhat impressed. "Still, when there's business to be done," she says, charging forward and rearing back for a Tysonesque punch, "no time for love, Dr. Jones!"
Terry suddenly crouches down in the face of the tranny's charging onslaught. "Yeah?! I DO live at the Y!" His nostrils flare with indignant white trash raid as he pushkicks off the ground, rising up from beneath with one rubber sole aimed at Poison's chin. "RISING TACKLE!"
COMBATSYS: Terry fails to interrupt No Time for Love Dr. Jones from Poison with RISING TACO.
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Terry 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Poison
Terry takes the hit in the thigh, tumbling around of control into a gutter. "Dammit!" His hat stays on, somehow.
Poison's hat stays on as well, as she strides over toward Terry, heels clicking on the pavement. "Okay," she says, "let's finish this." She swoops her leg up -- so far up that she might as well be doing a vertical split, and with both hands cradles the underside of her thigh to hold it there. A moment passes -- and then suddenly she lets go, her leg surging downward toward the guttered Terry in a punishing axe kick!
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Terry with Heavy Kick.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Terry 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Poison
Terry takes the kick right in the solar plexus, knocking him back -- and the wind out of him. "Nnn!" He allows himself the mildest grunt of pain, squeezing his abdominal muscles to control the blow. Pushing on the trash-strewn ground, he sweeps out a denim-clad leg for Poison's ankles, trying to knock her to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Poison with Medium Kick.
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Terry 0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1 Poison
"UGH!" The price of the axe kick is that Poison, standing on a single, tall high-heeled shoe, is left easily unbalanced -- and so Terry easily sweeps her, sending her crashing to the ground next to him. "Damn you!" she hisses. "We were just trying to make some money -- why did you have to go and stick your nose into it?!" To emphasize her point, Poison attempts to grab Terry by the bill of his hat and lunge forward, still on the ground, into a smashing headbutt.
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Terry with Headbutt.
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Terry 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 Poison
Terry takes the headbutt in the face, his hat likewise being ripped off revealing his greasy blonde locks underneath. "Man, you have strong arms for a lady!" He shouts, blood running down his nose as he feint backsteps, then lunges forward, his fist on fire with crazy chi energy. "BURN KNUCKLE!"
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Poison with BAHN NACKO.
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The flamin' fist catches Poison right under the chest as she staggers to her feet, and she's actually popped into the air, falling backward onto her spine and shoulders with a clatter. Her hat, too, flies off, exposing carefully hairsprayed locks the color of which must have come from at least three bottles. "I get a hell of a workout..." she says, spitting up some blood from the internal injuries delivered by a flaming fist hitting you at a zillion mph, "...giving chumps like you the ULTIMATE BEATDOWN!" She charges again, fists swinging, legs kicking, a pink blur of pain!
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Poison's Absolute Beatdown.
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Terry 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Poison
Terry raises up one sinewy forearm like a pro, not giving Poison any quarter. He scowls pivots his elbows, blocking Poison's mad rush of attacks, only leaving his arms a little scuffed with fake nail scratches. "Ultimate beatdown?!" He hops backwards, giving himself a little distance from Poison as he spreads his fists out at his side, grunting as he pulls in more chi from the universe. "You're gonna have to try harder than THAT! AAAAAAAAAAARGH!" He starts glowing and shit.
COMBATSYS: Terry gathers his will.
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Terry 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\1 Poison
"I can tell from your glow that you're quite experienced in the world of fighting," Poison says, a bit sulky that her furious fists were blocked by Terry's able arms. "Let's see if your glow can stay that healthy when your shoulders are broken!" Taking advantage of Terry's pose, Poison goes for the most feared of all her moves -- the full nelson.
COMBATSYS: Terry endures Poison's Full Nelson.
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Terry 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Poison
Terry is snatched up into Poison's grappling lock, wincing as his arms get stretched out behind him. His clothes continue to ripple with nasty, raw street chi energy, though. "Nngh, hey, I've gotta question for you--" He grunts.
"ARE YOU OKAY?!"
Popping his shoulder out of its socket, he attempts to slide a single flaming red fist right into Poison's face.
"BUSTER WOLF!"
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Poison with BUSTAH WULF EX+.
+ Epic Hit! +
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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Terry 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Poison is punched so hard she's knocked backward, hurtling like a rag doll into a parked Corolla and smashing her skull right through the passenger side window. She twitches a few times, and then goes still.
The two kids, who have been watching in fear the entire time, stare up at Terry in awe. "W-- wow," the one kid says. "That was amazing! We'll never do drugs again... b-- but, who /are/ you?"
COMBATSYS: Poison takes no action.
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Terry 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
COMBATSYS: Poison has reached second wind!
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Terry 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Terry grits his teeth as he watches man-woman go sailing away, his glove smoking from the attack. Waving his fingers in the air a few times to clear the smoke, he then grabs his dangling, dislocated arm and slams it back into his shoulder with an audible click. Wiping some blood from his face on the back of one arm, he grins at the kids. "Just a local citizen doing what he can," he says with a wink. "By the way -- drink your milk."
As the kids stare in awe, one points -- "Homeless guy! Look out!"
Because there's Poison, covered in blood and fuming with rage, running toward Terry to try and grab him and slam him into the mother of all spine-destroying backbreakers. "RRRAGGHHH!"
COMBATSYS: Terry fails to interrupt Backbreaker EX from Poison with Quick Throw.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Poison
"Hey--!" Terry is caught unawares, making a grab at Poison's shoulders before she smashes him over her knee with a loud crack. "Ggggkk!" Terry spits up blood and hubris, twitching painfully.
Poison threw most of her strength into that move, and from there, isn't sure what to do when she shoves Terry away. "Look at me," she whines, "there's -- there's /so much blood/ and it's in my /hair/ and /you/ /just/ /couldn't/ /walk/ /away/!" Poison tries to swing a few kicks at the downed fighter. "/Why/ /couldn't/ /you/ /have/ /minded/ /your/ /business/!"
COMBATSYS: Terry fails to interrupt Light Kick from Poison with RISING TACO.
- Power fail! -
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Terry 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Poison
Terry takes the kick to the ribs a few times before clearing his head, pushing from the ground and doing a quickly and improbably fast kick that fails to connect -- but it at least launches him back onto his feet, albeit wobbily. "You really... need to know how to stay down!" He blubbers.
"Funny," Poison says, reaching down for a conveniently placed bike chain. "I could really say the same about you!" Lunging forward, she lashes the bike chain like it was her favorite bullwhip, hard metal and thick, congealed chain oil swinging toward Terry's chest!
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Poison's Trip 'n Whip.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Poison
COMBATSYS: Terry has reached second wind!
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Terry 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Poison
Terry raises his forearm swayingly, causing Poison's chain to coil around his arm with a sharp rattle. Blacking out for a moment, Terry stumbles forward, body instinctively forming a fist.
COMBATSYS: Poison fails to interrupt Jab Punch from Terry with Quick Strike.
- Power fail! -
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Terry blacks
Poison sneers as Terry yanks her chain. She sees the fist coming and tries to swing her own to catch Terry's own battered mug, but suddenly the heel of her shoe snaps! Her punch goes wild, and Terry's connects with Poison's face, nearly bursting her eyeball out of its socket from the force, ripping open a deep cut that squirts blood a la Raging Bull.
Terry shakes his arm, disentangling the chain. Stumbling from one side to the other, he then seems to fall towards Poison, one hand outstretched and trying to shove her into a lightpost with his fall. "B-buster throw!!" He blurts out.
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Poison with BUSTAH FROWH.
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Terry 0/-------/-======|=======\=======\1 Poison
Poison tries to weave out of the way with a deep, unfeminine grunt, but Terry's outstretched hand takes hold of her breast and pushes her backward. The force is sufficient to KLANG her head against the post -- and somehow also enough to cause the light to explode, sparks bursting everywhere as Poison slumps down the pole, laying on the cool sidewalk, propped up against the metal structure.
COMBATSYS: Poison takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Poison can no longer fight.
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Terry stares at Poison for a moment, shoulders hunched and swaying from side to side. He snorts once, then turns around, stumbling down the street in an amnesiac fugue.
"He's the coolest guy /ever/," the kids say fawningly.
COMBATSYS: Terry has ended the fight here.
Log created on 02:08:28 10/07/2008 by Poison, and last modified on 03:38:59 10/07/2008.