Description: Off to the States for the Warrior's Title Belt, four well known fighters face off in the middle of a good ol' American Monster Motor Derby. A short, brutal fight follows, giving each of the fighters a chance to show the world what they're made of and how they approach the sport. ( Winner: Hotaru )
[OOC] Hotaru will.
[OOC] Alex says, "Bravissimo. Entyping."
[OOC] Makoto returns, too.
Hello Georgia!
Alex stands amidst the gigantic dirt-floored arena, nodding with an approving grin as his cobalt gaze pans over the screaming, capacity crowd filling up the gargantuan stadium. The one thing that never fails to thrill Alex about going to these Motor sports events? The crowds. The incredible crowds. Over a hundred thousand roaring fans fill story after story of bleachers and filling the half-mile earth-track with a solid wall of sound. The smell of diesel and gasoline both fill the air, blending in with the exhaust of dozens of deafeningly growling engines.
This is Alex's element right here. This is what the American Titan calls a real party! While the man would have liked to have seen the real monster trucks doing their thing to the poor, helpless trashed cars... Watching parades of steamrollers do their thing, circling the hastily cleared fighting area has its own destructive charm too. A mile-wide grin is plastered on the titan's face as all he can think is how this is 'too damned cool'. Fingerless gloved hands point to each bleacher in turn as he walks the circumference of the fighting area. Hooting and hollering his thanks right back at the fans who've come to see one glorious dustup.
And what a valorous beat-down this is going to -be-!
A Saturday Night Fight Title Match. The first of the brand new season. This fight will set the tone upon which all other title fights for the belt will be judged. One of the three sacred treasures of all sports. To hold a title belt is to be one of the most praised, beloved and renowned fighters on planet Earth. Nobody questions those who hold them. Newspapers and Internet sites the world over write sonnets of those who win them. Hour-long specials and movies are made based on their rising fame and glory. If you're into professional fighting, this is what it is -about-.
You want people to know how good you are? Here's one hundred thousand people sitting, screaming for you to show them. And those at home watching and waiting with baited breath, judging every last thrown punch and deft movement with a million eyes of scrutiny. For Alex? He's just thanking God that he got to this point. He worked damned hard to be here, and he's more than ready to show everyone why he's here.
One the fans have gotten their props for their faith and for even being here to see them do their best, Alex then turns inwards to the giant circle. Facing the competition as he rotates his massive, incredibly well-built arms. Limbering up and getting his head in the game for what will be one hell of a throw down. Everybody here is here for a reason and Alex ain't underestimating a damned one of them, even if half of them are little kids who weigh about as much as his big-ass combat boots. He remembers each of them to a degree or another.
Hotaru? Heh, he remembers her from awhile back. A nervous little thing who was so afraid of letting people down. She sure has sprouted! Makoto he knows as being a tiny little thing that hits harder than most of the steamrollers in this stadium, underestimating her - He will not. And Adon? Well Alex can't rightly say, but from what he knows of the guy he definitely deserves to be here. The Titan is downright curious to see how this Muai Thai champ throws down, they're supposed to be nigh-invincible right? Time to put that rep to the test.
The God of Muay Thai was a title given to the world's greatest master of Muay Thai. Commonly associated with Sagat, the title was commonly combined with the second title, The Emperor of Muay Thai.The Emperor of Muay Thai was the official leader of Muay Thai. The two titles were often used as one in the same, as the conditions of being the best at Muay Thai came in tandem with being the leader of the martial art.
Adon came to this fight as the Emperor of Muay Thai. The title of God was now in question. The fight was meant only inside the heiarchy of Muay Thai for a reason. To keep it secretive, but in a manner that was accepted. Sagat would fight Adon, to see who was the better warrior. The results were meant to be kept inside the circles of Muay Thai. Such things cannot be kept away. But the results of the fight were leaked out in the form of rumors. That Adon was struck down almost immediately by a Tiger Genocide. That Adon pulled out on top, only to be taken out by a Tiger Genocide. That Adon dodged every attempt of a Tiger Genocide, only to be tossed aside like garbage. Even the rumors of Sagat being whisked away by Vega were bounced around. But one thing was very clear to Adon.
The image of his superiority was becoming dangerously clear... and transparent.
The Emperor of Muay Thai entered the dirt arena, his face locked into grin. He was garbed as any master of Muay Thai would need to be. Boxers blazing, feet and hands bound. His amulets were well present in the form of anklets and circlets. Steamrollers. How gaudy. Adon almost regretted approaching Howard Enterprises. But acquiring a belt... any belt was recognition. And a chance to prove his superiority over other fighters. The outcome to the fight with Sagat was technically was a draw. But to Adon, he lost.
And that was unacceptable.
Fixating those beady eyes directly at Alex, Adon was already gauging the first of his prey. Alex. A grappler, and an American. Already, he was warming up the crowd. The Emperor of Muay Thai did not have fans. He only had subjects. Those who followed Muay Thai personally might know him as the current leader. Most people who were 'fans' of Muay Thai preferred the styles of Joe or King. Still, some people did follow Muay Thai, and immediately piled in just to see the chance of a Muay Thai warrior fight some of the best men in the world.
To the song of smashed cars, Adon just stood there, glaring at Alex as his face kept locked in that ear-to-ear grin. He had nothing to say. Nothing yet.
Makoto knew that, when she was making her return to fighting after some time fixing the dojo, that she'd have to do it big. People were going to be looking at her; she needed to make it memorable so that they'd... well, remember Rindoukan, and remark on what it can do.
And thus she is here, and here both early and eagerly. Makoto doesn't quite play to the fans, but she certainly does make sure they see her out there, doing her regular last-minute tightening of her belt and her yellow scarf before stepping out into the arena.
Makoto has seen most of her opponents before. Hotaru, she's fought before, and she remembers how fast the slight girl is. Alex, too. He's big and strong and she has to watch out for him... but the Emperor of Muay Thai? Well, at least it's a grandoise title. She sort of wishes she had one of those.
She finishes tightening her belt as she settles down, stomping her bare feet in the dirt to get the measure of it.
[OOC] Adon says, "It is easy, Makoto"
[OOC] Adon says, "Beat a master of an organized art, after mastering the art."
[OOC] Makoto punches herself in the head. DONE
[OOC] Adon says, "You are the master of Rinkydinky-kan"
A title belt invitational? As one of the few to hold the Warrior's Belt in the prior season, she shouldn't have been so surprised, she supposes. Still, with monsters like the formidable Bison and some other heavy hitters in her same tier, Hotaru Futaba hadn't expected to be among those included for the starting match. It's a good chance to get to see more of what her bracket in SNF offers as fellow competitors, however, and she lept at the opportunity without reservation.
The venue is unlike any she's participated in before, however. Monster trucks? Dirt and mud abounds, the air thick with the smell of dust, gas, and at times, burning rubber. A very American, manly place indeed, and the lithe Asian fighter doesn't really fit in at all with the very sight of it. She would feel entirely out of place if it weren't for one common factor - the other fighters gathered. Those she can appreciate; people with a passion for the sport and skill to back it up. It's what makes going to these utterly foreign places all worth it.
She knows of Alex from a long while back, having partnered with him in a match years ago. She had wondered where the powerful fighter had gone after their night as teammates. Seeing him again is nice. Of Adon, she's heard the rumor mill. The controversies about that guy are without end, and to this day she doesn't know what to make of him. He must have skill or there wouldn't be a debate on the matter. But just how good is he? Well, this is a good way to find out. And Makoto, her partner for one SNF a long while back, back in action again? Hotaru grins faintly. These fighters here? They're pretty serious stuff. She'll have to be on her best game to keep up with them.
Dressed in an outfit that is predominantly white, it's clear that she really didn't have a solid grasp of what a Monster Moter Derby was all about or she'd have dressed in darker colors. Stepping lightly through the dirt surrounding the area marked for fighting, she frowns faintly, not a big fan of the mess this promises to be. Shaking her head to get her mind off it all, the girl busies herself retying her right hair ribbon, having felt it slip a little when she checked it for the twentieth time earlier. Breathing in then exhaling softly, she gathers her wits about her and gets ready for the match ahead, crossing her arms in front of her then unfolding them as she assumes a very light footed ready stance, a faint, unassuming smile at her lips.
[OOC] Alex says, "Alrightie then. We want to roll for order?"
[OOC] Hotaru's fine if we just keep going as-is. :)
[OOC] Makoto says, "This order's fine with me!"
COMBATSYS: Makoto has started a fight here.
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[OOC] Hotaru says, "All of us verses Adon."
[OOC] Alex says, "Slaps Adon to the side, "Get back up here with the rest of us, showoff.""
[OOC] Makoto says, "someone's just gotta be different"
[OOC] Makoto says, "Once we get down to thre epeople, someone can go hide in the middle."
COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Alex 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Adon
[OOC] Adon says, "Fiiiiine"
[OOC] Alex says, "Still, vote to keep or roll, Adon?"
[OOC] Adon says, "Keep the order"
[OOC] Alex says, "Just wanted to be sure you weren't ignored is all. :D Alright. Rockin on!"
The Emperor's disdainful look is met with stoic dispassion as Alex squares his shoulders and faces the man in full. The American Titan smiles to fans of fighting. To his opponents he offers a hard poker-face. Not to confuse the giant's statue-like frown with displeasure, but there is value in handing his foes no cues to work with. A smile to the wrong fighter can mean weakness, goading them unnecessarily. That, and Alex is focused now. The roar of the crowds is tuned down to an ever-present rumbling sensed only in his bones. Adrenalizing an already intense mind as the giant faces off with this Muay Thai ruler first. A free for all this may be, but one's gotta start somewhere. Hotaru and Makoto are known quantities, he has a few specific strategies in mind to deal with them. Adon? Alex has fought thai fighters. All of them are damned tough, just about to the man. There must be some kind of bad-ass printing press somewhere in Southeast Asia where their chief export is elbows, knees and pain. This guy? There's some kind of question over who's better, Adon or Sagat. All that means to Alex is this guy ain't a joke and the Titan ain't laughing.
Sides, it only seems appropriate. Let the girls square off and he can take this bad mother@#$%er to task.
"Alright bro," The giant grips the fabric of his shirt and shreds the material effortlessly, revealing one of the most powerful builds in all of fighting. Alex may not have a fancy title like 'God', but he's built like one. A physique that belongs on some marble statue made by primitive man contemplating what Zeus on high must have looked like. The blond giant is American. What that means is that he values merit alone, not concepts of royalty or divine right. Alex brings the business and he thanks this capacity crowd for giving him their accolades. He does not demand it, he works tirelessly to earn it.
"Lets do this."
Powerful hands lift, cinching his gloves tighter upon his wrists before giving his headband one last good tug. With that.. The Goliath wastes no more time. With a wordless grunt, the man crosses the distance between them. Boots kicking up earth in his wake, charging like a bull, lowering a shoulder and seeking to knock this guy right into next week.
[OOC] Adon rubs chin
[OOC] Adon thinks about how lucky he feels.
COMBATSYS: Alex successfully hits Adon with Fierce Punch.
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Alex 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Adon
[OOC] Adon says, "Not as lucky as I thought"
[OOC] Alex D:
he Emperor of Muay Thai smiles to everyone. Subjects. Outsiders. Opponents. And if he had any, friends. Frowning was a sign of insecurity. And with Alex, he could read it. There was reason to have some reserves, of course. Makoto was an unknown to Adon, someone who was of little concern to him. She was just a young man, overconfident and well above his head. Hotaru, however, was of greater note. He had heard about the young girl by her fighting merit alone; She was a contender, and much more powerful than her slight frame let on. And finally, Alex.
The American took the initiative upon Adon. Already he was approaching the Emperor of Muay Thai, with little reason to show respect. The jaguar continues to show his smug grin, turning up his nose slightly. And then, he speaks. Or, to be more accurate, screeches. "ALEX from AMERICA. How APPROPRIATE for you to be the FIRST VICTIM of MUAY THAI." The Thai man howls this as he enters into his form. Gait spread, then lifted as he brought both arms up in a sort of 'boxing stance' to meet the brute of a man. Lets do this. Adon watched as Alex ducked down low as he charged like a bull. Adon just cackles a short explosion of laughter...
And drops his guard.
Like he barely even cared, he placed his hands upon his hips, and shook his head. He didn't really believe this was the approach used. A bull rush. How quaint. Deftly, he began to step aside, looking down at Hotaru, gauging his plan of attack. As he stared, he felt something collide into his chest. The brute of a man was like a tree trunk smashing into his chest. Letting loose a curt yelp, the man is sent staggering back. But not for a great distance. Landing with a curt spring, he grips his chest. Well, Alex just proved he was much more effective than his brute tactics indicated. Still grinning, he began a slow advance towards the American. "ImPRESSive. You ARE powerful. I, the GOD of-" Adon cut himself short, his face dropping into a scowl briefly. Then, in a strained manner, it twists into a grin again. "The Emperor of MUAY THAI commends you. Now. Face the POWER of the JAGGA of MUAY THAI. Lets see if you AMERICANS are as TOUGH as you MAKE YOURSELF OUT as!!!"
The Jaguar doesn't even stop short when he launches himself forward. It was pure speed, pure power propelling him forward. Muay Thai was many things. Some read it as an unnatural defense, other saw it as unnatural power. But as a steamroller began to crush a new line of cars, Adon flew through the air, body curling in tight. If he managed to reach Alex, he would simply jut a single knee forward, and attempt to demonstrate the explosive force of Muay Thai right into the American's skull.
Oh, it's on now.
Makoto bursts into action almost as soon as the others do. They may be planning for her to go and square off against Hotaru... and she does, unconciously following what's expected. It's not because it's time for the two girls to slap at each other, though; it's because that Hotaru is the most frustrating fighter currently involved for Makoto, if not the hardest to deal with.
Makoto charges Hotaru, head down, at a full sprint. She runs remarkably fast given she's built for strength, not speed; she has unstoppability if nothing else on her side. Her darting sprint turns into a grab at Hotaru's pristinely white collar and the shoulder beneath as she gets close, skidding to a stop; if she gets ahold, she simply yanks Hotaru towards her, thrusting her head forward at the same time to impact with the other girl's forehead.
Makoto has a very, very hard head.
[OOC] Adon says, "If only because it is so dense"
[OOC] Makoto says, "Sorry for the delay there, I got phoned and the cord doesn't quiiite reach to the computer."
[OOC] Hotaru says, "No worries."
[OOC] Makoto says, "My head is so dense I actually have the headbutt attack."
COMBATSYS: Makoto successfully hits Hotaru with Tacchuu.
Grazing Hit
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[OOC] Adon says, "Heh"
The speed with which Makoto goes from standing still to exploding into action doesn't go unnoticed by the Futaba girl. Though /dealing/ with that aggressive momentum, on the otherhand, proves to be a lot more difficult. The opening volley of attacks exchanged between Alex and Adon don't even register. Right now she has the second hardest hitting female she's ever fought bearing down on her and she has to act! She kicks back a step, attempting to slip around Makoto's side, aiming to try and catch her off guard. Such forward momentum can lend itself to a slower course correction, perhaps.
But the steamrollers rolling about have nothing on Makato, and it takes just getting the slightest grip on Hotaru's collar and shoulder to stop the lighter fighter dead in her tracks. Stuck, she reads the intent just in time to react, twisting to the side and leaning just enough such that Makoto's forehead grazes across her own rather than connecting with a solid blow. It shakes Hotaru's balance all the same, and sends her stumbling, a small cut left behind at the point of impact, but at least she managed to spare herself the worst of it.
Ignoring the promise of a future bruise in favor of attacking back as quickly as possible, the acrobatic combatant takes to the air in a forward flip and subsequent sharp dive, aiming to plow her right knee into Makoto's shoulder. If she connects long enough, she'll follow by bringing her left foot forward for a swift follow up kick to the side of the other girl's head and use that as a spring board to leap back away in an attempt to gain enough ground to survive!
COMBATSYS: Alex interrupts Medium Kick from Adon with Spiral DDT.
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[OOC] Adon says, "My precious body"
[OOC] Adon says, "My bones asploded"
[OOC] Makoto says, "Well maybe next time you won't do that!"
[OOC] Alex is also known as the business giver.
[OOC] Makoto says, "Get kicked, I mean."
There are those who think Alex is a joke fighter. A few circles who believe that the man is not nearly as devastating as others make him out to be. After all, what are Pro-Wrestling and Special Forces arts but theatrics and a bastard composite of other fighting styles? The Titan has no great titles, bares hundreds of years of tradition or refined fighting arts. A big lug only who's just so damned strong he bullies his way into recognition.
Thats where said nay-sayers are wrong.
Nobody stands toe to toe with the likes of Ryu if they aren't the real deal. Alex has fought the very best in the entire world. Kain. Vega. You name it. Those cobalt eyes are alert, his mind is working at all moments of every fight. Years of experience, working his way up the food-chain and building on his street fighting arts have forged him into something better than just a brute. The Titan is a master of force. Some may command great torrents of flame or lightning, others can apply decisive blows with such precision they can fell mountains. Alex, applies his endless strength with strategy and absolute conviction. The bull rush may have seemed a dullard's tactic, but the monolithic warrior's speed utterly belies his size. As the Emperor began to laugh, Alex picked up speed -just- so, altering the vector of his charge and adapting to that limber stance just so.. Coupled with Adon's inattention and now? Well.. Adon better not underestimate him a second more if the Thai Warrior wishes to remain unbroken.
At the boastful warrior's commendation and proclamation, Alex merely replies with a solemn, "Heh." Hunching forwards with his hands raised and at the ready, keeping his center of gravity low and his eyes alert.
There are a few things he knows about these damned kickboxers. Watch out for the elbows and the knees on the inside, careful of their surprising range on those kicks. The other fighters? He keeps some attention upon them, glancing their way and peripherally aware that they are trading blows.. But his concern ends once he figures they aren't going after him. No.. He cannot take his full attention off of Adon for an instant. Not when the man displays speed like -that-.
Alex's jaw sets, breath held tight in his chest as he only has moments to react as the Jaguar pounces from yards away as if he was in arm's reach all along and only now the Titan realizes it. Thankfully for the American, he was expecting a lunging strike like this and had a trap set and ready to go.. Thought it's a near thing indeed.
The Gargantuan -leaps- into the air to intercept the flying Emperor, taking that knee in a glancing strike across his chest.. But in exchange getting his mits on Adon's head. Which the man will learn is the last thing you want this All-American Titan to ever do.
With a grunt of effort, the giant spirals around, stuffing the Kickboxer's head under his arm and inverting him like a ragdoll even as they both whirl downwards in free-fall. Spinning faster and faster until they impact with all the force of a bomb, the wrestler -slamming- Adon head first into the dirt with the flying headlock! An explosion of Earth flies in all directions as nearby car wrecks jostle from the unleashed strength!
Makoto has reconnected.
[OOC] Makoto says, "Adon, did you pose?"
[OOC] Makoto says, "If so, I did not get it :("
[OOC] Alex says, "Not yet!"
[OOC] Makoto says, "Okay."
Any underestimating that was left in Adon was promptly removed by the bastard technique of what could probably be considered the all-American art. The Emperor of Muay Thai sincerely was not impressed with Alex's technique up until this point. To be honest, he just saw another Clark. Brutal, powerful, but ultimately unrefined. After he threw the Ikari Warrior out of his country, his respect of 'wrestling' went with it. But as Alex dove into his knee, he found new, disgusting merit in the American martial art.
The moment Adon gets in Alex's big meaty hooks, he struggles. But there is little time to wriggle free. The GOD of MUAY THAI might have broken free. But not a mere emperor, Adon thought with burning rage. The slam down into the ground would be a slow, dreadful process to many people. But to Adon, it was met with that feeling of revenge. And then, as his face gives way to gravel, dust, and blood, the feeling of pain.
Face more twisted than sneering, he doesn't lie there long. Alex was big. His speed was uneven, but his reflexes were likely to be on the slow side. Likely, but not sure. Rolling to the side, he snapped himself up at speeds that betrayed his swollen face. Still hunched over the Jaguar seemed to be trapped in a state between agony and fury. Alex might know what the kickboxer would do. But Adon? He only knew Muay Thai. And to that end, he would utilize it to the fullest.
Adon needed to focus on his speed as much as possible. He needed to get on Alex before he got up. "The EMPEROR does not ENJOY WAITING, AMERICAN." The Jaguar growled as he began leaping through the air. Flipping forward, he was prepared to introduce his own spike. Body shots were foolish, Alex was built like a tank there. However, there were softer points of impact. Legs. Necks. Skulls. As his feet reached above his head, the energy began to trail from his heel. Skull. That would be a good beginning. As he righted himself up, the Emperor of Muay Thai wound his right foot up for the heel drop. Positioning himself above Alex, he roared what was one of his most impressive and useful techniques. "JAAAAAAGGAAAAAAA -KEEK!-" Was the howl as he attempting to smash the kick directly into the head of the American.
Makoto has dropped a connection.
COMBATSYS: Makoto blocks Hotaru's Rengeki Shuu.
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Makoto does not seem to feel the impact against her head. Actually, it was lighter than she expected; she expected more resistance, and just glancing means she overcompensated, stumbling forward slightly.
The stumble appears to leave her open, but it was partially a feint. She twists somewhat painfully, catching the knee on her hand and guiding it to the side, ducking under the foot that comes for the side of her head. She thinks she hurt her arms doing that.
Makoto straightens up, backing away from Hotaru now, the ribbon around her neck fluttering as an errant breeze catches it. She grins - this is what she came for, as much as the rest of it. But it isn't a match where she's expected to just go after Hotaru, no sir.
Seeing as she's gotten pretty close to the others, Makoto slides a few yards further along the ground, kicking up puffs of every dirt with every step. When Alex comes under attack by Adon from the front, she delivers a kick from the back, a straight strike with her heel with every ounce of force her body can muster.
[OOC] Adon says, "Makoto must be one with the JAGGA"
[OOC] Adon says, "MAKOTO JAGGA KICK"
Makoto's defense prooves to be solid as Hotaru's knee glances off her arm, forcing her to kick early, only to miss, then land a little roughly off to the side, catching herself with her right hand in the process in order to push herself back up to standing as quickly as possible. Whirling around, arms raised, the girl prepares to defend herself, only to find the other girl has changed targets toward the American brawler. Grinning faintly, the girl turns her attention toward Adon.
The Muay Thai styled fighter seems to have brought with him a fair amount of baggage to the fight. Even in the midst of her swift exchange of attacks with Makoto, Hotaru managed to pick up bits and pieces of his exchange with Alex. An exchange that hasn't been going remarkably well for him thus far, as the brutally strong blonde delivers one of his more punishing techniques to leave Adon smashed to the ground. Not for long though, back on his feet quickly. She can't help but notice the emotion in his face - the conflict between fury and pain.
And in the next instant, he's going after Adon again, along with the beribboned Makoto. Exhaling softly, Hotaru decides not to charge into the midst of it all, taking advantage of the moment left in peace to study the others and understand their styles as best as possible. With her dependence on staying one step ahead, it will no doubt be critical for her to be able to predict, to some degree of accuracy, their next move - and the only way to know that is to see how the fight, try to guess how they fight.
Slowly she begins to circle the other three, arms raised, palms toward each other, adopting a style of movement associated with certain Tai Chi disciplines. A way to focus her concentration inward, not just toward the center of the circle, but within herself as well. Achieving a certain zen before she makes her next move.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru focuses on her next action.
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COMBATSYS: Alex blocks Makoto's Medium Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Alex with Jaguar Kick.
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[OOC] Alex says, "Yowzers!"
[OOC] Makoto says, "Sounds... calculating."
[OOC] Adon says, "Calculating in the sense that kicking you in your brain stem while you are still down works."
The Titan very quickly rolls to back to his feet in a low crouch and even that was barely enough time to see the heel now inches away from his head.
Wait.. didn't he just smash that guy into the floor? MAN he's fast! Only barely registering the blurted attack name and accompanying vexment as that Jaguar is already on the move. No time to complain, only act! And act on multiple fronts as it would appear this free for all just now lived up to its name!
Time itself seems to freeze for the Goliath and it boils down to a hard choice. He can only hope to move in time to deflect one of those attacks, and who's it going to be? Adon's speed and Makoto's element of surprise leave him no choice but to eat one of them, and both of them make these steamrollers seem like Tonka trucks in raw force. Sometimes, you have to make a choice. It may be the wrong choice, but in a fight.. Especially the good ones.. You gotta make a call on the fly and hope you can live with yourself ever afterwards.
The Karate Master's attack is what Alex turns to deflect. Quickly shifting a mighty arm to deflect the blow off his arm, hunched over in a turtled defensive position.. And in direct result, takes Adon's savage blow right upside the head!
With a grunt of pain, the Titan flinches as his headband slashes open with the hard impact, head recoiling stiffly with a splash of blood erupting from his crown as he's driven down to one knee. The arena echoes with the impact as the Titan only has a moment to shake it off.
Makoto he can't deal with right now, he needs to focus. If he starts flailing around at everyone he won't get anywhere. Gotta work on this joker and put him down first if he even wants to have a slight shot at this!
The Goliath quickly thrusts upwards from his kneeling position, attempting to turn the momentum back on Adon and slap the man away with a wide-swinging chopping motion. Blue-White chi radiates from his open hand, a little something he learned while fighting some of the best. Always good to diversify and give his enemies something they may not be expecting from a wrestler..
COMBATSYS: Adon endures Alex's Flash Chop.
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The Jaguar was now on the hunt.
Partially thanks to the little scamp that was Makoto, the young girl's surprise intervention is met with grim approval as the Emperor of Muay Thai drives his foot into the back of the larger man's skull. A high-pitch squeal of laughter erupts from the man's throat as he shuttles over Alex, landing with a twist. He needed to get the ground back from Alex. Ignoring Makoto AND Hotaru, he only focused on the male of the conflict. And to reward his efforts, he is met with a sudden, glowing chop.
Adon glared hard into the man, eyes manic in their intensity. His face was still locked in a grin, still oozing from the Spiral DTT. He made it very clear to himself that once the Jaguar began the hunt, he wouldn't stop. Those who understood the theory of Muay Thai had many options to work with. Adon embodied everything right and wrong with Muay Thai, to logical extremes. Speed. Power. And Endurance. The Emperor of Muay Thai just stood there with his shit-eating grin as the chop smashed into what felt like a block of marble. Adon's entire body was tensed up, utilizing the physical toughness of Muay Thai. Like a statue of flesh, he held there, unbreaking, unwavering with that smile.
The statue began to move.
The energy was still splashing over his body as the Jaguar moved in. He just shoved the more powerful man's punch aside, as if it didn't even happen. Considering his muscles have yet to revert from their tense state, the damage from the blow was all to real. But that was nothing to Adon. To him, it was time for the jungle cat to feast. He moved into Alex fist first, bringing his arm around to smash into him with the strength of a baseball bat. But it wouldn't stop there. He would keep pressing it. Another smashing arm. Another, then another, then another. Adon would just pile an endless stream of punches, kicks, elbows and knees into the American, attempting to break him the old fashioned way: by sheer volume. The energy that rushed over Adon never left the Muay Thai master's body. Instead, the martial artist stole it for his own. Every blow was burning with his own fiery energy, attempting to rend the body of Alex apart... until he shoots forward with a flying knee, trying to rebound off the grappler to begin the slow dance of the predator.
Makoto plants her foot down after her kick hard enough to cause a small dustcloud around her lower legs. She keeps her feet in place, braced and ready for a punch.
A punch (or kick, in Adon's case) that never comes. Makoto's grin fades. They're not ignoring her, but they are kind of occupied. Fine, she thinks; that gives her an opportunity to keep moving, to get into position -
But, surprisingly, not to act. Makoto has actually learned patience, something that her teacher despaired of teaching her (back when she had one). She breathes in, breathes out, hands in front of her and held at about waist-level, and she waits for her perfect time to strike and strike hard.
COMBATSYS: Makoto focuses on her next action.
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[OOC] Adon says, "Alex, I think the girls are jealous"
[OOC] Makoto says, "I will shatter you. soon"
[OOC] Alex isn't touching that one.
Focused, ready, Hotaru prepares to make her next attack, still circling the other three, watching to see who breaks away and leaves themselves open for her to dart in and catch off guard without blindly running into the fearsome exchange of blows going down between Alex and Adon proper. Small plumes of dust kick up at her feet as she circles, controling her breathing, feeling the ebb and flow of the energy in the world around her.
Her next course of action becomes more clear as Makoto takes a step back from Alex and Adon, becoming in a sense, a target standing out from the rest of the mix. Drawing her right arm back, Hotaru gathers energy from the environment, pulling hard to build up her famous little projectile. The enthusiasm of the crowd, the energy of the American motor sport, the dust and blood filtered through the air. All of it is felt and sensed as she channels her chi ball.
When she swings her arm forward, it is with an accompanying "Ya!" as that built up energy flies off the end of her fingers, released to fly out on a speedy trajectory directly for Makoto.
[OOC] Adon says, "Devil is Due Time ><"
[OOC] Alex says, "Sometimes you gotta roll a hard six. :O"
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Alex with Jaguar Thousand.
- Power hit! -
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[OOC] Alex says, "That did hurt a tiny bit there!"
[OOC] Adon says, "Ouch."
As the explosive chop just rolls off the man's body like oceans over rocks, Alex's eyes gain yet another level of intensity.
Hnnn.. This guy seriously did fight Sagat to a stand still didn't he? He's definitely the real deal here! Very quickly attempting to throw his arms up in a huddled defense.. But Adon's predatory onslaught gives no quarter. Blow after blow smashes into the Titan and he is staggered. Head bouncing around as he reels from the pressed assault, boots digging into the arena floor as he backpedals. The finishing knee connects soundly with the American's jaw and the mighty one twists about harshly. Flailing his powerful arms before the predatory storm as he very, very nearly topples.
But not quite.
With a ragged gasp Alex digs in deep, gritting his teeth and tensing all over.. blood flying from his lips as he forces himself into a wobbling hunch, wiping the crimson from his chin with the back of his glove. "Nice hit." The man complements, whipping his hand aside and cleaning the crimson from his fingertips.
There's a reason why Jaguars do not hunt fully grown Bulls in the wild. The path of the predator is to choose one's targets wisely and carefully. Stalking the weak, the defenseless. Avoiding the mighty that can turn the tables at any time.
Lets see the scion of Thailand try this one on for size..
With one hundred percent power of will, the American -lunges-. The ground shatters beneath the force of his powerful vault as he crosses the distance between them in a heartbeat. A rebel yell bursts from him as his mighty hands reach for the Jaguar Lord...
[OOC] Alex says, "More If!"
[OOC] Adon says, "Here is goes!"
COMBATSYS: Adon parries Alex's Hyper Bomb!
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Alex 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Adon
[OOC] Alex low whistles, "Good call." :O
[OOC] Alex says, "All you!"
Actually, the reason why Jaguars don't hunt Bulls in the wild is because there are no bulls in the wild OR the jungle. Technically, there aren't even jaguars in Thailand. There are tigers, though. Adon kinda got called a jaguar because jaguars are smaller and faster than Tigers, and everyone knows the leopard of fighting is Benimaru. However, the wisdom used to ring true. Adon, after taking down the most dangerous game in the world, sat upon his throne, picking off the weak whenever he was hungry for a fight. But as he sat there, he grew bored, and decided to move to greater and greater prey. And then, Sagat again. Alex may have been dangerous, but Adon? He was reckless now, less of a coward by proxy; even desperate for a new hunger that began to consume him:
Respect.
Adon launches away from Alex, landing with a pounce. Digging his heels into the dirt, he transfers his energy from his shift quickly. Never hold back. Alex was massive, a tank. Once he gained his composure, he was lethal. Once Adon got momentum, he was lethal. He had to keep this going. As Alex complimented on his punch, the Emperor of Muay Thai was charging right back into the fray. His eyes were locked on the man; again, he was ignoring the antics of Makoto. Alex had to be taken down NOW. The girls... would be a concern later. Already, Alex was going for the kill. He charged forward for the master of Thailand, ready to unleash another throw. And Adon? He just sneered as he pumped his arms forward and...
Smashed against Alex's outreached arms.
The Jaguar met the American's approach by jumping towards the man and knocking his arms away with an aggressive jab. Not only did he evade the attempt to get the man into another grapple, Adon was now moving into the next stage of his attack. "Nice GRIP, AMERICAN" The Emperor howled as he shot near the bigger man's ears. Leaping at the man's shoulders, he crossed his arms over and attempted to grip the man by said shoulders. If he could get a grip, he would flip over Alex, and plant his feet squarely upon the ground. With that, he would just fling the titanic right into the path...
Of a steamroller crushing some nearby cars.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru successfully hits Makoto with Hakki Shou.
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Alex 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Adon
Makoto, distracted by her own focus, spins as soon as she hears Hotaru's voice - higher-pitched, and easier to make out over the crowd. She goes high.
The ball of energy goes low, hits her in the stomach and makes her recoil backwards several feet until she gets her footing back under her. The air is well and truly knocked out of her now; she briefly debates sprinting toward Hotaru to give her what-for, but decides to stay closer to home, where she can breathe.
She goes around the moving steamroller, coming up by surprise toward Adon. It's not a /run/ so much as a fast walk, a fast walk that gets her close enough to grab him by the neck, yank and lift. Or that's the idea, anyway; he may be just too fast for her.
[OOC] Makoto says, "And now I have attacked everyone, fulfilling my duty."
[OOC] Adon says, "If you knock me out, I am going to tear Hotaru asunder because you are plucky and adorable."
[OOC] Makoto says, "Hahaha."
[OOC] Adon says, "If Alex kills me, though."
[OOC] Adon says, "I will tear you to pieces."
[OOC] Adon says, "And if Hotaru kills me, I will stop."
[OOC] Adon JAGGA TIME
[OOC] Makoto says, "Well, Karakusa doesn't kill much, I admit"
Drawing her right hand back, Hotaru finds that her aim proved true, delivering the strike she intended. She braces herself, expecting it to pull Makoto's attention back her way, in spite the distance between them, but the brown haired Rindoukan master has her sights set elsewhere, going after the much beleaguered Muay Thai fighter. Shaking her hand a little to fight off the minor ache typically left by drawing on her swift chi projection.
Left all alone again, the girl decides that circling the center of activity is just no way to get into the mix. It might be messy and risky, but she'd rather be more in the middle of the action than left entirely off to the side! Her experience with Free For All style matches has been limited, the girl seeming to end up more in the team based events. It seems a bit untoward to try and strike someone at the same time they've got another attack coming their way, but with how the chips are falling, it seems completely inevitable now.
"Yosh." A sprint forward has her bearing in on Adon at about the same time he goes after Alex. The American and Thai fighter have done a real number on each other - something anyone can see at even a cursory glance - but he's still fighting, which means she needs to choke back any compunctions about double teaming and take her best shot.
A slide takes her to a stop about a half-yard away from the middle aged fighter before she lunges forward, right palm leading, as she aims to plant a solid palm strike into his rib cage, beneath the defense of his highly defensive arms. "Ha!"
[OOC] Adon says, "Bwa ha ha"
COMBATSYS: Alex just-defends Adon's Jaguar Carry EX!
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Alex 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Adon
[OOC] Hotaru says, "Jeez you two!!"
[OOC] Alex says, "Adon. We really need to stop keeping all the epic here. We should pass it around some. :<"
[OOC] Adon says, "Are you thinking what I am thinking?"
[OOC] Adon looks over at the girls
[OOC] Alex cracks his knuckles.
Just. Too. Damned. Fast!
Alex lunges and he thought he had him.. Ooooh so close. His powerful limbs are smacked away at the very last second. His grip thrown wide as his cobalt eyes widen in grim shock. He missed it.. This jungle cat slipped free and at once Alex realizes he's finished. This slippery son of a gun managed to turn it around on him, just when the Titan thought he had the guy cornered. Massive props to him, the American is totally impressed. This was a hell of a fight and he has no regrets.. Though..
As the Jaguar flips over the Giant, Alex tries to dig in his heels at the last second but to no avail. With a grunt he is tossed aside.. His great size and strength affording him some measure of protection from the impact as Adon couldn't manage much velocity, depositing Alex roughly on the hood of a nearby old station-wagon with a loud crunk of metal and glass. A fair throw... Until he realizes exactly what that bastard threw him towards.
"Hrnn.." Alex mumbles something unintelligible as the giant shadow of the steamroller looms over him. "...That asshole.." The Titan mumbles in quiet dismay as the monstrous machine rolls right over him!
The whole of the stadium -GASPS- at once, thousands of women shriek in horror as the powerful machine rolls right over the old vehicle, crushing the car in a loud terrible series of metallic screeches and groans and the mighty one disappearing within the terrible carnage. Even the driver can't believe what he's seeing, but it's entirely too late to stop now..
A moment of silence. Did.. Did the Emperor just murder someone in cold blood in front of a hundred thousand men, women and children?
"...I am having.. a day."
A coughing grumble rises from the flattened wreckage. The shatter-proof window crinkles as a mighty hand reaches up from the ruin...
It was not the Titan that yielded. It was Earth and Steel themselves that made way, as the impossibly strong man begins to pull himself free of the mangled car wreckage. Snapping twisted axles and wrinkled sheet metal alike with grunts of effort.
"I.. am going to kick that bastard's ass..." You throw Alex under a steamroller? Now its -personal-. However, it will take himself some time to get himself free.. Forcing him to recover before he can get back into the fight.
COMBATSYS: Alex gains composure.
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Alex 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Adon
[OOC] Adon says, "Oh bajebus"
[OOC] Adon says, "I do not like those odds."
COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Makoto's Karakusa.
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COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Hotaru's Medium Punch.
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[OOC] Alex says, "Nice. :O"
[OOC] Adon says, "Sweet zombie jesus"
Adon gets a grip on Alex, and for him it was all over. The American was done for. Tossing him on the hood of the car, he just turns away, arms crossed. One down. Two to go. Damn the audience. Damn the public. The world would know what a fight with Adon meant. Ruthlessness. Power. Much better than anything Sagat could bring about.
But it seems the other warriors were going for the Emperor of Muay Thai. Exploiting his judgement, his lack of focus on them. From one side, Makoto. The master of Muay Thai was too alert at the moment to miss her. The other, Hotaru.
First things first.
His body tensing into the stony composure, he prepared his body for both the girls. Speed? Endurance? He would use both. Snapping his right arm up, he jams it right into the body of Makoto. Not to arm her, no. But to control her, keep her from flipping him. Her hands on his neck, Adon just stared at her, his body still bulging. With his left arm, he snaps it to catch the palm strike of Hotaru. And with both attempts on bringing him down halted partially, the God of Muay Thai begins to cackle.
"LADIES, PLEASE. The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI wasn't IGNORING you on PURPOSE. It is just that MINOR THINGS had to be TAKEN CARE of FIRST! Now, WHO is FIR-"
The cheering kills his grin, as does the movement. Turning around, Adon narrows his eyes. No. He couldn't have. How could he have. As Alex rises up, the Jaguar's entire body seems to pulse. No. This was Sagat all over again. Even the most minor of victories were snatch from him... by FATE. Trembling, he pushes Makoto aside to focus on Hotaru. A warped scowl erupted over his face as he just stared down at the little girl. "YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAARGH" He screamed, gripping his head for a moment before he snapped at Hotaru's pigtails. If he managed to get a grip, he would slam his knee right into the chest of the little Kenpo soldier, before just hurling her away.
The Emperor was very cross.
Makoto saw the steamroller coming. It didn't even occur to her at first that it was aimed at a person and not, as the previous ones have been, junky cars. She would never throw someone under a steamroller (not counting her fists) and she assumes nobody else would, either.
But she was wrong, and Alex gets his ass run over by a steamroller. Makoto winces. That cannot be fun. But if he took cover in the wreckage of the car -
It seems he did, because he's rising up. Good for him. Makoto grins again, letting her hands move away from Adon. "You're just as tough as the last time I fought you," she says to Alex, actually letting him catch his breath - for five seconds.
Then she charges, leaping into the air and doing a forward flip. When her foot is parallel to the ground, she sticks it out, letting her momentum drive her heel at Alex's back with enormous, bone-crushing force - one of Rindoukan's trademarks, and not one people like to get hit with on a regular basis.
[OOC] Adon looks at Hotaru
[OOC] Adon says, "You are about to keel me, aren't you"
COMBATSYS: Hotaru interrupts Jaguar Slam from Adon with Quick Throw.
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Alex 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Adon
[OOC] Hotaru says, "No one messes with the pigtails. :|X"
[OOC] Adon says, "-1%"
At the time she was bolting forward, the girl had no idea what this self-proclaimed Emperor of Muay Thai was aiming to do to Alex. But by the time Adon catches Hotaru's incoming palm strike, defending himself from both girls at the same time, she realizes just where he aimed to throw Alex as part of his attack on the American brawler. So the word on the street about just how insidious a fighter Adon really is seems to be born out here. She hates that. It's fighters like him, like Bison... they bring a bad name to the sport!
She draws her hand back, tightening her stance, getting ready to strike again once she knows in what direction Adon is about to go. But his attention seems to be back on her now. His yell is startling, but it's when he goes to grapple her that she braces herself, expecting maybe a shoulder hold or a grip on her arms for her to contend with.
Instead, of all things, he goes for her beribboned pigtails! His hands fly right past her defense, getting a grip on those oh so tempting gripping points, almost startling her into dropping her guard all together. But the Kenpo artist doesn't let up, her arms taking the brunt of the incoming knee as she pushes forward, leaping like an spring uncoiled, "Why you!" she snaps, taking herself into a forward flip right over him, her arms seeking purchase under his chin...
So that when she comes down on the other side, she can apply that forward momentum into heaving the larger fighter up and over her, flipping him over her back and to the ground as she comes to stop in a half-crouch, her expression a faint frown of disapproval. "I don't know why you have to fight like that," she murmurs, standing back up straight, "Your martial art alone should already be able to take you places."
COMBATSYS: Alex endures Makoto's Tsurugi.
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[OOC] Makoto says, "That is a brave man."
[OOC] Alex says, "That... hurt. @.x;;"
[OOC] Adon says, "But we can only imagine your to hit bonus"
Adon has reconnected.
Tragically enough, Adon had earned the very respect he so stridently desired. At least from the American.
The Titan gave that man everything he had and that tough bastard gave him the business in return. The American win or lose, no matter who walks off with the belt this night, Alex was ready to call the Thai champ Emperor right to his face and shake his hand. The hyena cackling was a little grating but Hell, everyone needs a gimmick. He fought some dude in a squid costume once, Alex doesn't judge.
Then that asshole had to pull that underhanded crap and throw him under heavy machinery. That sense of ruthlessness ruined any hope he had of having the Titan's admiration. While some equate ruthlessness with power.. Ruthlessness breeds -defiance-. And in defiance, man has no limitations to what he can accomplish.
It is that sense of grim, determined defiance that makes Alex crawl out of that twisted wreck. The good ol' American sense of rebellion against the Aristocracy that makes the giant stand tall yet again. All the goliath can see is Adon, and vague shapes buzzing about in an ocean of red.
One such shape is getting all up in his grill.
Vaguely noticing one of the shapes exchanging violence with Adon, The raging giant is peripherally aware that this little thing must be one of his other competitors. The chirping, kindly voice actually.. somehow.. manages to snap him out of his path of destruction. Shaking his head and spitting a piece of aluminum shrapnel caught in his teeth over his shoulder.. The Goliath notices its actually Makoto, "Thanks kid - Look could you hold that thought I gotta bend someone real fa.." His voice in a rush, not really wanting to change his targets but at the same time.. He doesn't want to disrespect this little warrior either. Vengeance can wait.. Personal grudges can wait. He's gunna give that s.o.b. a stern talking to.. But there is the little matter of this chica kicking him in the back when he wasn't looking. He can't really blame her, as it is the nature of this ridiculous beast.. But that smarts even to a guy like him.
"..Hrnnn Alright..." Exhaling as he takes the rest of the few seconds she generously gives him to prepare himself. Trying to brush the motor oil from his arms and shoulders.. only ending up smearing it around worse. As she vaults up and over, Alex immediately spins around to follow her. For once, and perhaps fatally, he underestimates her. He knows she hits hard... But the Titan just got steamrolled, he figured he could take it.
When that little girl -slams- her foot into his midsection the Goliath all but doubles over. Eyes bugging out as the air is blasted from his lungs. Lips wording '..holy @#$%..' soundlessly. That... Genuinely hurt. Like, -really- hurt.
Now however, its time to put this kid to bed.
Still without a mote of air in his lungs, Alex walks -into- the attack.. which must be an unusual sensation for the girl.. And attempts to get his massive paws on her. Should he connect...
[OOC] Alex says, "More if!"
[OOC] Makoto says, "Should I react now or let Adon go first, then?"
[OOC] Alex says, "Hmmmmmmmmmm. Probably let Adon go next I think?"
[OOC] Makoto will do.
Adon was brutal, vile, and ruthless in combat. And like most Muay Thai artists who took it seriously, he was used to receiving the same. Some might blame Sagat. Others might blame Adon himself for his style. Hotaru seems, by action alone, emphasize responsibility on Adon.
The emperor of Muay Thai snags her pigtails, and drives his knee in. Hotaru's speed comes into play in protecting her, but Adon didn't care. His only care was to release the anguish that consumed him. But Hotaru reverses the clinch, and simply tosses him away. Normally, such an attack would not have stopped him. Why would it? He was Adon. He had the force, the power. Or maybe not. His face was still oozing light. His body was now battered from every point. The jaguar, had he been paying more attention, would have realized that his muscles were giving in. But the rage consumed him. Not only did he lose to Sagat... not only was his crushing victory over Alex denied... but now he was going to be taken down by a little girl? Adon struggled up, swaying side to side as he forced his body to cooperate. "IDIOT BRAT! This IS my STYLE!" He howled, ducking down. With a growl, he suddenly burst through the air, sticking a single foot out.
"JAAAAAAAAAAAGGA TOOOOOOOOTH!"
As Adon shot through the air, throwing everything he had at Hotaru. His was weak. He was tired. He was furious. But rage can only get you so far. And as Adon flew through the air, he suddenly grew limp. If Hotaru was hit, she would have been hit by the loose body of Adon, smashing into her awkwardly. No matter if it hit or now, he would be collapsing into the dust of the arena, his body finally surrendering before Adon pushes it too far.
The first man down. Had Adon slipped so far?
COMBATSYS: Adon can no longer fight.
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[OOC] Adon will wait a few more minutes, and then probably hit the sack.
[OOC] Adon says, "I really want to see the next few reactions and poses"
[OOC] Alex nods! "Hella good game. :O
COMBATSYS: Alex successfully hits Makoto with Powerbomb.
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[OOC] Makoto says, "oh that didn't feel good"
Adon has dropped a connection.
[OOC] Makoto says, "Do your more, though!"
[OOC] Alex says, "Cooontinuing on!"
He secures his grip upon the little warrior and away they go. Alex vaults -high- into the air, carrying the girl aloft. Flipping her over and orienting her shoulders ground-ward, holding her above his head as he lets out a roar of effort! Down they go like a comet, speeding faster in that high arc until -impact-. Alex -SMASHES- the smaller figure right into a nearby parked car, stealing some of the steamroller's thunder and annihilating the vehicle completely in an explosion of rusted auto parts and steel frame! Crushing the thing completely flat and digging a wide crater as a plume of brown earth flies high into the air like a mushroom cloud! One could swear they hear car alarms going off in the parkinglot outside.. if they could hear anything above the raging din of the cheering crowds at the efforts of all the fighters involved in this death-defying spectacle!
Makoto is smaller than Alex (who isn't), but she's still pretty big for a Japanese girl. Him throwing her around like that is actually really quite impressive. She's never gotten the hang of dealing with all the throwing, and so she does her best -
- but her best is not good enough to avoid being grabbed despite her blocking arms. Makoto curls up just before impact, which amplifies the destruction to the car significantly without actually protecting her all that much. She lies in the rubble, head spinning and ears ringing - no, those are alarms, she tells herself a moment later, your ears are fine. It looks as if she is down, dazed, on the verge of unconciousness.
And then, very slowly, Makoto picks herself up. Control is everything; she forces herself to her feet, forces herself to stand straight, and very deliberately tightens her belt. That is the only warning Alex has before Makoto steps forward, driving her fist towards his gut with the same bone-breaking force as her kick.
But that is not all. She follows it up, hit or miss, with a flurry of other punches, her arms blurring in the air as she strikes at his torso, slowly rising, before Makoto tenses and holds her position for about half a second.
"SEICHUUSEN GODANZUKI!" she roars, striking upwards at Alex's chin with every ounce of force in her frame, attempting to literally pick him up and throw him away from her with one enormous blow. Her scarf flutters behind her like a demented cape as she holds that pose for several seconds, only slowly untensing all her muscles.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Hotaru with Jaguar Tooth.
- Power hit! -
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[OOC] Adon flinches
[OOC] Alex looks to Adon, "Well. I guess we did spread the epic around a bit on the way out, old chum." '_';;
[OOC] Adon says, "Great Holy Hotaru, Alex Man, are you sure it is over?"
[OOC] Alex says, "Not yet. Noooot yet."
As Hotaru rises up out of the low crouch, she assumes a ready stance, right shoulder forward, arms raised, attention focused squarely on Adon. He declares for the world to hear that how he fights - the lows he stoops to, the cheap shots he'll take, that's his style, and the girl releases a soft sigh, "I thought it was Muay Thai; guess I was mistaken." He's no doubt beyond words now, however, as he bolts forward, throwing his body at her, giving his last attack everything he has.
Trying to read an attack is one thing. Trying to predict the flying body of a man who's no longer in control of his trajectory or even really how he's going to strike is another matter all together. Stepping in one direction, then second guessing herself as she mistakes clumsy free fall for some kind of strange, deceiving technique, causes her to backstep in the opposite direction to great misfortune.
He collides bodily with the smallest combatant. One of his hardened knees catching her in the jaw with all the precision that one could have hoped for out of a conscious attempt let alone a limply flying one. The force sends her flying, her back smacking hard into a wrecked van side. Dazed, she slips, sliding into a seated position in the dirt, quite possibly lacking the wherewithall to even continue fighting for a good moment.
It takes a second to shake herself out of it, her head going back and forth for a moment, her right hand coming up to rest at her busted lip, feeling the sharp sting of pain upon contact. It can be good pain, in a way, jarring her back into paying attention. She's not down yet, just hurt really bad. Gritting her teeth, the girl pushes herself to her feet, eyes sweeping over the dirty battle field, ignoring the now fairly brown state of her attire. She needs to hit someone while she's still cognisant enough to do so.
Makoto is the one she notices first and that's the one she sets eyes on. She can figure what to do next after she's attacked. One thing at a time. When the girl finally makes her move, she advances with frightening speed. A blue, white, and brown blur; a cloud of dust in her wake as she collects herself with the strength she'll need to deliver her most powerful combination. Chi is gathered, made manifest in the form of a deceptively soothing blue...
"Tenshou...!" The only warning Makoto will get the instant Hotaru is crouched at her side, that energy flaring into propelling her up through a crushing chi-laced flip kick with the force necessary to possibly smash through the other girl's guard. And should she be successful, she'll be diving right back down into Makoto to take her to the ground, pinning her long enough to collect and release a disruptive amount of chi at point blank range, sending debris and an obscurring cloud of dust flying all around them!
[OOC] Adon says, "Too late, Hotaru"
[OOC] Adon says, "The grue has claimed her"
[OOC] Hotaru just wiffs. ( ._.)
[OOC] Adon says, "Unless..."
[OOC] Adon says, "So THAT is why you befriended the grue"
[OOC] Hotaru (u.u;
[OOC] Makoto says, "GRUUUUE"
[OOC] Adon needs to go to bed now.
[OOC] Makoto says, "In that case: good night, and thanks for the scene!"
[OOC] Hotaru says, "Take care, Adon, was fun. We'll have to fight again! =.="
[OOC] Adon says, "Oh, don't worry Hotaru"
[OOC] Adon says, "Adon will be out for a rematch with you very soon"
[OOC] Hotaru u.u
[OOC] Adon says, "Good night!"
[OOC] Hotaru says, "'Night!"
[OOC] Alex says, "And Alex will be out for a rematch with Adon. :< ABOUT THAT STEAMROLLER...!! Night!"
Adon has disconnected.
[OOC] Alex says, "Speaking of steamrollers..."
COMBATSYS: Makoto successfully hits Alex with Seichuusen Godanzuki.
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Makoto 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Alex
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|
[OOC] Makoto says, "I, unfortunately, need to go to bed quite soon too; I work tomorrow, although I will be home by perhaps 5 EST"
[OOC] Hotaru says, "No worries, just give the word!"
After the powerbomb detonates, Alex hops back and away from the impact. Taking this moment to very quickly assess the state of the battle and take stock of the other combatants. He has certainly not forgotten about that soon-to-be curb stomped chuckle-head and is keenly aware that a very quiet, and extremely skilled Hotaru is still out there. Blue eyes survey the exchange, blinking away the blood in his eyes from that first heel-kick the Jaguar landed.
Hrnnn.. Seems the girl finished him off for Alex.. And got clobbered pretty hard in the deal. Well.. Alex would have liked to send that guy off himself but he supposes in this competitive fight he'll have to take that. Now, he can focus on making sure that little Japanese Karate girl is good and buried before moving on to his last opponent- Oh! Ooooooh Makoto's getting up.
Alex has no idea what they are feeding girls in Southtown these days, but whatever it is he wants a bowl. The Titan watches the diminutive figure crawl from the automotive ruin, seriously wary. This time damned prepared as she gets to her feet and returns to her hard stance. The vastly larger man almost comically throws his arms up, staring the little fighter down as if she was a cross between the Tasmanian Devil and King Kong. Fists raised at the ready, "Gimmie your best shot.." Spoken with a waiver of some trepidation.
And she -delivers-.
Those punches flash outwards like lightning. The first flurry deflected away but he last few finally chew through his defenses, staggering the Goliath and once more bringing him down to a knee.. Putting his chin just in range for..
*WHAM*
For exactly three seconds, Alex's combat boots leave Mother Earth as the monolithic warrior defies gravity. In an instant, Alex knows when he's been licked. He's been knocked out of a fight plenty of times before.. and this feels exactly like that. The blackness rushing up to meet him behind his vision, the stars glimmering and swirling into the edges of his vision. Some might just let it go at that.. Having done his damnest here. As he thought before.. He regrets nothing. That Adon put up a hell of a fight and this girl gave him a glorious clobbering. The belt? Oh he'll be after that .... Later.
That said, he isn't about to just hand it over to these girls and leave them unscathed! As Alex's boots touch the ground once more.. he digs his heels and leans forwards. Heedless of Hotaru's incoming, dizzy assault on Makoto he inadvertently adds his own mayhem into the mix leveled at her. His fists swinging like wrecking balls in a final fury.. His voice a roar of defiance before he all but collapses on her, crumbling to the side and crashing down like the mightiest redwood.
COMBATSYS: Alex can no longer fight.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Makoto
[OOC] Makoto says, "Well, these might very well explode me."
[OOC] Makoto says, "SO WE'LL SEE"
COMBATSYS: Alex successfully hits Makoto with Boomerang Raid.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1 Makoto
COMBATSYS: Hotaru successfully hits Makoto with Ten-shou Ranki EX.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|=======\=======\1 Makoto
[OOC] Alex says, "....Yow"
[OOC] Makoto says, "See? NO PROBLEM"
[OOC] Hotaru says, "Yikes."
Makoto holds the pose just a few instants longer than she probably should. That hit was /solid/; she can't think of anything she could have done to make it better. This, at least, will show the power of Rindoukan - even if she loses here!
And she is probably about to. Alex smashes at her, battering with his mighty fists, and Makoto's iron frame takes the blows, but she is at the end of her strength. She's weaving, barely on her feet by the end of it. She'll have one hell of a set of bruises tomorrow.
Hotaru takes the cake, though. Hotaru grabs her when she's too dazed to do anything about it, holding her down on the ground; by the time she starts struggling to escape, she's treated to an enormous burst of energy in her face, which is /almost/ enough to get her to stay down anyway.
Almost. Iron control forces Makoto back to mobility, her face gone red with the effort to keep her battered body going just a few instants longer. Her legs reach in a scissor grip to try to get Hotaru before she gets away, launching her upward where she can meet Makoto's upraised fist, smashing one last time.
And then she's out. She wobbles from her not /quite/ all the way up position, and very quietly slumps back down for now. It seems the best (and possibly only) thing she can do.
COMBATSYS: Makoto can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Hotaru just-defends Makoto's Tanden Renki!
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|
[OOC] Makoto pfft
[OOC] Makoto says, "I would have been better off passing!"
[OOC] Alex says, "Nah. :O"
[OOC] Hotaru says, "Ugh, yeah, of all the times to fire. x_X"
[OOC] Makoto says, "Hey, I'm laughin'."
[OOC] Alex says, "Gotta ask yourself who you wanna be. The one who goes quietly into the night, or the one who goes out swinging? Mako showed she was a force to be reckoned with and Hotaru was like 'ohgodohgodohgod.. fwew..'"
[OOC] Hotaru hahahas.
Her strongest technique delivered, it's time to get moving again. Stalling, stumbling, and trying to second guess the right course of action got the girl solidly smashed by Adon on his way out and she's going to need to keep the same thing from happening from Makoto. Just having seen what the girl did to Alex, of all people, IS a testament to Rindoukan, and it's enough to put the fear of savage punchings in the slighter girl.
The real problem presents itself when Makoto manages to catch her with her legs, keeping Hotaru from being able to spring out of range as intended. Tossed up into an arc that promises to bring her into the path of Makoto's fist, the pig-tailed combatant knows she needs to defend herself from the strike or be clocked out cold in that final attack of hers.
Understanding on some level the kind of force the Steamroller girl can bring to bear, she knows she needs to defend herself with more than simply her poor arms. A desperately narrow window of opportunity has her slamming her right hand forward into the path of that fist, drawing a substantial amount of chi from the world around her to create a small barrier of energy. The net result is the barrier being smashed to pieces, but in the process, Hotaru is able to use the force created to spring backward at the same time, landing out of the way of the attack, her feet sliding through the dust before she comes to a stop a few yards away.
Taking a moment to get her breath under control, she quickly sweeps the field, realizing that somewhere in the violent power unleashed by Makoto, Alex was already felled, which means she's the last one standing. A deep breath is followed by a sigh of relief as she leans forward, resting her hands on her knees, "Whew!" Time to get cleaned up of all this dust. The fight was great, but in the end, she's not really sold on this Motor Rally thing. She's going to have to chalk /that/ interest up to people just being American.
[OOC] Hotaru says, "Thanks for the fight everyone, was way fewer rounds than I had expected going in. @_@"
COMBATSYS: Hotaru has ended the fight here.
[OOC] Alex salutes! "Was a great fight. :D Take care!
Alex has disconnected.
[OOC] Makoto says, "I enjoyed it! But I should sleep."
[OOC] Makoto says, "Good night!"
[OOC] Hotaru says, "Rest well!"
[OOC] Makoto thunk
Makoto has disconnected.
Log created on 18:48:11 01/18/2009 by Hotaru, and last modified on 05:33:57 01/19/2009.