Description: Rumble at Metro Mall! In the steel cage...The Sickness vs. The Spider! Whose venom is more potent?! (Winner: Vyle)
At the Metro City Mall, another Neo League fight is commencing! A ring of spectators has gathered around a metal cage in the center of the mall, cheering and surrounding it. The Spider stands inside the cage, smoking a high tar Israeli cigarette. His eyes are hidden by a pair of mirrored aviator shades, and he wears a dour frown on his grizzled face.
Suddennly, lights flash. While not as noticable without dimming the whole mall lighting, it's still there as the PA system picks up....
o/` EVERYBODY (COME ON)! IF YOU WITH IT (COME ON)! IF YOU READY (COME ON)! IF YOU WANT IT (COME ON)! BRING IT ON (COME ON!) COME ALONG (COME ON!) ES-TEE-WHY L-E-S BEYOND! o/`
And thus, the man known as Vyle leaps out of the crowd, making his way into the cage as he bounces, the hood of his jacket bobbing with his wild antics. He settles down finally, getting into the fighting cage (and insulting a few spectators along the way). This fight was a bit more structured than his last one...which amounted more to an open challenge went wrong than anything, despite Vyle's good showing. Cracking his neck, he pulls his jacket off, tossing it aside and rolling his arms. As the announcer makes the introductions, he looks across at his opponent, eyes narrowed slightly.
COMBATSYS: Spider has started a fight here.
The Spider looks up at the sound of the PA system. His frown deepens as he sees Vyle bouncing down and entering the cage. The Spider drops his cigarette and grinds it out under the heel of his boot, before raising his guard. "Let's dance, asshole," he hisses.
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
Vyle snorts, smirking as Spider crushes his cigarette and gets into his guard. Rolling his neck, he slouches down into his own wrestling stance, one arm hanging low while the other is held out, ready to grab. "Whatever you say, punk," he snaps back.
*DING!!*
And there goes the start of the match. Vyle is a bit hesitant in approaching, slowly circling and wiping his nose with his upraised hand. He takes his time, idly examining his foe...before he rolls in. It seems like he's making for a grab, arms held out for such....but instead he pauses. "Boo." And then the noxious spray comes out of his mouth, poison mist sprayed out right toward Spider's face.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Spider
COMBATSYS: Spider blocks Vyle's Venom Breath.
The Spider circles back as he watches his opponent, ready for the assault. He raises his arms, blocking the mist - some still manages to sting his eyes however, despite his shades. "You're a cheap fighter. I like you," he comments. He then steps in and lashes out with his hand, attempting to grab Vyle by the armpit. He then shifts stance, attempting to toss Vyle into the cage wall.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Spider's Hymn of Solomon.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Spider
Vyle grins wickedly, wiping his mouth of the poison. Even if the spray was blocked for the most part, it's still doing it's job...hopefully. "Yeah, and?" he asks back. When his foe reaches for him and tries to grab at his armpit, Vyle twists away, letting the arm thrust out at air instead. In return, his own hands grasp for wrist and elbow, trying to take hold and swing Spider straight into the wall of the cage.
COMBATSYS: Spider fails to counter Medium Throw from Vyle with Star of Zion.
The Spider is grabbed and thrown into the cage, striking his head. His aviator shades snap and fall to the ground, the Spider stumbling for a moment as his head spins, before he falls sideways to a knee. He plants both hands on the ground, trying to shake his head free of the stars.
Not about to let up, however, Vyle keeps close after the hard slam into the cage. Backing up only a step, he measures up Spider as the Semetic fighter drops to his knee. It's the perfect setup, it seems, for this sort of spot. With a short dash, Vyle runs in, and jumps, trying to plant both of his feet into Spider's head in a vicious drop kick meant to send his opponent reeling head first into the cage again.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Spider
COMBATSYS: Spider blocks Vyle's Light Kick.
The Spider pulls his arms up and blocks the drop kick, bouncing backwards into the cage. He is quick to recover and take the offensive this time, swinging out his hand at the side of Vyle's head. If he gets a grip, he then jabs his thumb into Vyle's eye. "Eat this," the Spider hisses under his breath.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Spider's Quick Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Spider
Rolling back up to his feet after the blocked drop kick, Vyle lurches into his stance as Spider rebounds off of the cage with a clatter. When the swing of the hand comes, he snorts, ducking and dropping to his knees to avoid the grabbing hand. "I don't eat anything a piece of s*** like you can serve, it's only gonna be more s***!" he taunts. And from that low...well, it'd be a nice position to surge forward and try to bury a nice fist to the gut into Spider.
Vyle has something better though. Nails treated before he came into his match, his hand spears forward like a point, trying to actually STAB into Spider's stomach. While the whole thing might not punch on through, he's hoping to break the surface...just enough to give him a little more dose of poison.
COMBATSYS: Spider counters Injector from Vyle with Heart of a Maccabee.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Spider
The Spider smirks at Vyle's response. As Vyle stabs at him with his hand, the Spider catches his wrist. "Not so fast," he quips, before driving his knee upwards into Vyle's elbow, hopefully bending it the wrong way and causing some lasting pain.
Ok, now that hurt. That hurt, but more importantly, it pisses Vyle off. "ANghhh...." he growls, pulling his arm back as his arm is hyperextended. "...nn...oh, you think that's going to save you?" he asks, sneering. Not about to be outdone, his good arm swings out, as if trying to clothesline his opponent....however, he tries to swing OVER his head and run past! WHy? Why, to leap up to the cage, push off it, and drive a back elbow into the back of Spider's head!
COMBATSYS: Spider blocks Vyle's Quick Punch.
The Spider ducks under the clothesline, before spinning around and knocking the elbow aside. Before Vyle can hopefully recover, the Spider jerks his head forward, attempting to bring his forehead into Vyle's nose. "Can't quite get me," the Spider hisses.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Spider's Quick Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Spider
The back elbow might have been pushed aside, but Vyle's not about to let himself get taken by surprise himself. "Nhh..." As the headbutt flies forward, Vyle takes it on his forearm instead of his nose, cushioning the blow long enough to turn to the side before his own arm is smashed into his face. "Talk less, try and hit more, moron," he taunts. Not that he takes his own advice, but he feels he can afford to at this point? Why? Well, he can do things like send a kick to Spider's gut...and hope it connects deep enough to leave the bastard open for a head-spiking DDT into the floor.
COMBATSYS: Spider counters Combo Throw from Vyle with Barak Zev.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Spider
The Spider blurs into motion as Vyle aims a kick at his stomach. He catches the leg, smirking at Vyle as he lifts it up to push Vyle back. "Not quite," he murmurs, before driving his free fistinto the side of Vyle's knee.
Oh, so this is how the bastard fights, huh? Well...that makes things a bit tough for Vyle actually. Leg grabbed, pushed onto his back, Vyle finds his knee given the same treatment his elbow was earlier. This one is a bit...harsher though. "NGHHHHHhhh....&*$&*#$*#&$*&$*#*$&#*$&*!" he curses, pulling his leg back in pain as he scrambles back. "You little son of a..." he says, gritting his teeth...and barreling forward. While his speed is a bit less, he has some momentum still, as he tries to fly out, and grab Spider's head in a possibly nasty neckbreaker.
COMBATSYS: Spider blocks Vyle's Medium Throw.
The Spider gets caught by the neckbreaker, but spins about in the hold and lands on his hands. Shaking free of Vyle's grasp, he swings his leg at Vyle's side, attempting to spike it like a soccer ball. "Getting frustrated?" the Spider asks with a knowing smirk.
COMBATSYS: Spider successfully hits Vyle with Light Kick.
Grazing Hit
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Spider
Vyle doesn't quite manage to scramble away from Spider as the kick flies out, but he manages to roll away so it doesn't quite hit so deep into his ribs. Lurching low on the ground, he glowers again. He really is getting frustrated at this point...and as pissed as he is, he definitely wants to make sure his opponent gets his in kind.
Not wasting breath with a taunt, instead he charges forward. Rather than grab at something, he tries to use his full body weigh to simply LIFT Spider up by around the waist...and if he can? Drive him down into a full momentum spinebuster onto the floor. Something he'd DEFINITELY need to see a Chiropracter for afterwards.
CSYS: Vyle has attacked you with Strong Throw. (#1)
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Spider
COMBATSYS: Spider fails to counter Strong Throw from Vyle with Falling Angel.
The Spider is lifted into the air, grabbing Vyle's arms to steady himself...Before being driven down into the floor. His back cracks as he rolls across the floor, stopping at the edge of the cage. He lays there, coughing up blood, a total mess. "Ugh..."
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Spider
Now THAT! THAT was satisfying. Slamming Spider down like that, so viciously, it gets Vyle's blood boiling. Pulling himself up, he spots Spider curled up at the side of the cage...and decides to pile on the pain if he can help it. Pulling himself up the side of the cage, he pushes himself off...and backflips over, trying to land crosswise completely onto Spider in a hard moonsault dive.
COMBATSYS: Spider dodges Vyle's Fierce Punch.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Spider
The Spider rolls away, barely avoiding the moonsault. He slides back up to his feet, and rolls his head about his shoulders, his neck cracking and snapping as he gets out the kinks. "You're not bad, Vyle. But I'm better," he notes, before attempting to grapple with Vyle, then toss him to the side as he turns about.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Quick Throw from Spider with Relapse.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Spider
Vyle falls flat on his stomach, a wince as he misses Spider and a cushioned landing. "Nhh...." Leering at Spider as the man is back up on his feet again, he glowers. And when Spider reaches out to try and toss him into the cage?
"Not in this life." Whipping around, he snaps his foot out in a turning back kick, meant to send Spider flying UP high into the cage wall. NOrmally, he'd jump in after...but with his knee still screwed up, he's satisfied in simply waiting for Spider to fall back down....before catching him and driving him down with a scoop Brainbuster, slamming his opponent's head into the ground.
The Spider gets knocked up by the strike, then caught and brain bustered into the ground. From his position on the ground, his leg lashes out at Vyle's knee - one last shot at bringing his foe down.
COMBATSYS: Spider can no longer fight.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Spider's Desert Sun.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|
Vyle's knee just manages to hold up long enough for him to finish the brainbuster, teeth gritting as he pulls himself back up on the cage wall. "Punk..." he mutters....just as Spider comes up, trying to slam another shot into his knee. Eyes widen slightly, but he manages to pull himself up on the cage, the kick hitting only the metal frame rather than the luchadore's knee. "...hrmph..." Make him worried and everything. WHen it's apparent Spider isn't getting up, the bell rings.
"Here is your winner....VYLE!!!"
That's right...he won. Vyle, the Sickness. Releasing the cage, he thrusts his hand up into the air in victory, before looking back to Spider...and flipping him the double one-fingered salute, to much boos. Yep...he can't have cheers here, no, a heel's job is to get boos, even in victory.
Log created on 15:55:57 02/14/2009 by Vyle, and last modified on 14:24:43 02/15/2009.