Description: Ziplines and She-Sagats set the stage for a war over Neo-League supremacy in Thailand. The God of Muay Thai versus the Killer Bee of Shadaloo in the middle of the squared circle! (Winner: Adon)
The festival had been going into the third day now. Bangkok, the biggest city in Thailand, was in an almost constant state of jubilation upon the return of the one Emperor of Muay Thai. Normally, Bangkok would only be caught up in a more normal celebration at the whim of Adon returning, but he brought something this time. A gift for Thailand, to say. Something greater than what he has provided while sitting on his throne for all these years.
Glory.
Adon had won the Neo-League, through hook and through crook. He took advantage of a war to win. He beat up people weaker than him. And he bribed a judge and a camera man to make sure they would all be recorded. He took the highest volume of points in the league's history, and became the champion. He had proven that Muay Thai was a world-class martial art, and that Thailand bred the greatest warriors in the world. In a land that was embarrassed by both Sagat and Shadaloo... had a reason to cheer on the normally impotent Emperor of Muay Thai.
Or as he now calls himself, God.
"KAH HEE HEE! BRING me ANOTHER ONE!" Adon tosses out the limp body of the bleeding maiden, her eyepatch spun around on her freshly shaven head. The emperor was standing in a Muay Thai ring, a rowdy crowd in grips with what could easily be considering pure anarchy. Yes, for three days, they were celebrating him. Adon. The Emperor of Muay Thai- No. The GOD of MUAY THAI. As the poor woman tumbles over the ropes of the ring, Adon spreads his arms open to the feasting and screaming crowd. "ADON! ADON! ADON! ADON!" The Emperor shouts, inciting the audience to do the same. "YES! CALL MY NAME! I am your GOD! ADON! THE GOD OF MUAY THAI, and the TRUE CHAMPION of THAILAND!"
At the base of the arena, a shady whiskey man began dragging out another woman. Adon had a strange request this evening. Before, it was just straight drinking, eating, and wenching. But tonight... he wanted to get young ladies shaven bald, stripped to the waist, and clad in an eye patch. They would be dropped into the ring, and Adon would promptly begin tearing them apart, ending with a sharp kick in the chest, scarring them. It was sick, twisted... and probably very obvious in the meaning. They were celebrating Adon here, yes. And it wasn't just that. As the man struggled with the panicking woman, Adon locked his gaze down at the approaching girl.
Another Sagat to destroy.
For three days, the incessant sound of air being forced over helicopter blades has filled the skies of Bangkok, courtesy of a pair of camera-bearing choppers keeping vigil over the raucous and at times macabre proceedings of the newly crowned God of Muay Thai's celebrations. At first glance, they are simply the air-borne emissaries of the only two news stations with the resources to afford eyes in the sky, and even at second glance, they are crewed in nearly identical fashion: camera people, grips, reporters and pilots.
But all is not as it seems, of course; it rarely is in Shadaloo's back yard. Beneath the fresh cobalt blue paint of one of the 'copters, a winged death's head adorns the craft's rust-coloured belly, emblematic of the secret army that has had held much of the region in a stranglehold for years. And while the crew of one of the helicopters is about what one would expect of a Thai television station's staff, the other... is a little more diverse.
Why, the reporter is even a young, blonde, Caucasian slip of a girl, clad in a dressy blue blazer, skirt, and thinly framed glasses to complete what she can of her illusion for the sake of what few casual observances might occur when dealing with such altitudes. She even keeps the massive sniper rifle she's brought along for the ride stowed away out of sight for those first days.
Later, there might be questions as to why none of the reports from that particular station actually seem to include bird's eye vantages, but that's not the kind of problem that the blonde faux-reporter or her crew are here to deal with. No, her mission is one tinged with humiliation for one of Shadaloo's Elite, the disgraced former Emperor of Muay Thai. With the man who took his title away now celebrating not just the station of Emperor but one higher still, the general of Shadaloo has seen fit to try taking advantage of his pride and hubris to make an example out of him for the benefit of the deposed Emperor.
It is a waiting game, however, and it is not until the third day, as Adon orders yet another fresh victim into the ring that the disguised reporter makes her move. The crack of a large caliber gun rings through the air without warning, and shortly thereafter the panicked woman and the man struggling with her are no more; likely an act of mercy for the former, really.
Zip lines then fall from the helicopter after the rifle has been discarded. Attached to one is Shadaloo's Killer Bee, still clad in her reporter's getup; on the end of the other is the very real cameraman who must have drawn some kind of short straw to have been dropped into the fray along with the woman whose fight he is meant to record.
At the crack of a rifle, the audience grows silent.
Adon's grin doesn't leave his face as he watches the pair collapse below the edge of the arena, their blood splashing the ring. His eyes narrowed at the strike. A rumble began to erupts over the crowd. Fear, fear from what looked very much like a terrorist attack... or a military raid. As the crowd began to ebb, and screamed. "STOP! OBEY your GOD! STAY STILL!" His voice rattles over them as he hustles to the ropes, gazing down on his wards... and the outsiders dropping in. Slowly, he was figuring what was going on.
"SO... Foreign DEVILS wish to CHALLENGE the GREAT GOD of MUAY THAI, do they?" Adon screeches with a glint in his eyes. The fact the shot was fired at the meaningless henchmen made it very clear that this wasn't an assassination. The entrance. And the camera. "Well, the PEOPLE of THAILAND welcome you. Tell me... who are you with? The FOOLS of NESTS? The IDIOTS of R? Or perhaps you are with the HEATHENS of SHADALOO? Or perhaps.... someone ELSE."
Urien rang bitterly in his mind. He knew it was someone attempting to humiliate his victory in the Neo-League... for revenge of his actions in Southtown. Yes, while earning a cheap victory in the Neo-League, he attacked the invaders. The fact they murdered someone, in tandem with the entrance, made it very clear they were with one of the villainous organizations. He just didn't know which one. He was eyeing the reporter very carefully. He recognized her as someone he had met before. However, he could not narrow her down. No matter.
"Well, whatever you are here for, COME! ENTER the RING, ALL of YOU! I! ADON! The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI! Is MORE than READY to TAKE ON your ARMIES! I will SHOW THEM the MIGHT of THAILAND! I will SHOW THEM the POWER of MUAY THAI! They will LEARN why MUAY THAI has DEFEATED the MARTIAL ARTS of the WORLD, and why I, ADON, am the MASTER of NOT JUST MUAY THAI!" Adon is practically leaning over the ropes, the veins of his neck bulging as he spits out his speech.
"BUT of the WORLD of FIGHTING ITSELF!"
And to that, Adon cackles, the nervous cheers of the audience pattering about.
Cammy's sensible black shoes alight on one of the ring's turnbuckles, and then the zipline is whipping madly through the air as it is retracted. Cold blue eyes peer through non-prescription glasses, unblinking as they have been throughout /all/ of Adon's proclamations. Her stance is at once unnaturally rigid and loosely readied, and as soon as the end of the zipline has been withdrawn into the chopper, two red objects and one blue one are sent falling to Earth.
Meanwhile, the poor cameraman on the other line has hit the ground in kind of an ugly sprawl, more or less sparing himself and the camera but definitely sore. The red and black bomber jacket whose back is emblazoned with the black death's head of Shadaloo is wrinkled and rumpled due to the wind and his clumsiness, but he's more concerned with getting the hell to his feet and getting the camera pointed to do his job. As a certain God of Muay Thai not so long ago did, the general of Shadaloo has arranged for his Zero Doll's exploits to be counted as legally sanctioned Neo League matches provided that evidence of the encounters exists, and so little things like the well-being of his clothing or body pale as compared to getting usable footage.
"Adon," Cammy states in cool tones before bunching the material of her skirt in one hand and her dress shirt/blazer in the other. "There is only one great god. One emperor. One master. One true warrior."
*SHRRR-IIIP* goes Cammy's disguise, the discarded shreds revealing the Shadaloo-mandated turtleneck/military uniform/swimsuit beneath.
"He is Lord Vega, the Most High God-General of Shadaloo."
The first two objects - heavy gauntlet/bracer apparatuses - are snapped out of the air and slipped onto either of Cammy's forearms with that. The third, a little blue garrison cap flutters down on the breeze to sit perfectly atop Cammy's blonde hair. She reaches up to daintily adjust it so that it is properly seated, and then her glasses are cast aside.
"You will live to be humbled before Him."
So it was Shadaloo.
Surprisingly, Adon is unfazed by Cammy's spontaneous stripping. He just keeps that arrogant grin, his teeth just asking to be punched in. Pulling back from the ropes, his cackling dies down to a more subdued chuckle. "Ah. CAMMY! So good to SEE YOU again. TELL ME, how has the MURDER of CHILDREN been? I REMEMBER when we last MET inside the YOUTH CENTER at SOUTHTOWN. I was trying to save the POOR CHILDREN, and YOU, YOU SICK CREATURE, sought ONLY to slay them. But I do NOT blame you. As you say..."
"You were ONLY OBEYING your MASTER!"
"KEE HAAW HAAA HAAAAAAA!" Adon grips his belly as he walks back to the center of the ring, laughing his head off. Somehow, he forgot that he was physically abusing women for the sake of bloodsport. Instead, he was stretching the truth about Shadaloo, playing off a real incident where Adon was... defeated by Shadaloo and the Syndicate in a joint operation. Likewise, playing up how terrible Shadaloo was, and how glorious and heroic he was. Naturally, he was just there under blackmail by Urien. But still.
Adon worked his way to the center of the ring, his laughter dying down. Snapping his head over his shoulder, his eyes pierced through the air at the stoic doll. "COME, Cammy. I have HEARD about VEGA'S self-glorify, and you KNOW how to prove it. SHOW I, ADON, the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, and the LIVING GOD of THAILAND, how POWERFUL your SUGAR-DADDY is." And promptly, Adon turns his back to Cammy, crossing his arms.
Just smiling to himself.
Cammy may be brainwashed to love and obey Vega(with his perfectly creased uniforms, his lustrous hair, the way his eyes burn gloriously violet with hatred and pure nihilism), but she's not /brainless/. "How many young women did you brutalize in celebration?" she wonders, brow creased in genuine curiosity. "They were not a nascent threat to your blasphemous station, were they?" Beat. "What a strange man you are."
Her eyes then narrow on Adon as his back is turned on her... and it is not out of hatred that she gazes upon him but appraisal. She wonders to herself what kind of combatant might blithely turn his back to an opponent. She wonders what a few dead or beaten children really have to do with anything when it was their own fault for being there when Lord Vega decided that they had to be killed. She wonders how much more magnificent Lord Vega might be were he really made of sugar, there to be--
Well, /most importantly/, the Killer Bee's eyes are taking in every detail of the man before her, seeing as how he is giving her the opportunity to. She seeks old scars and bulges pointing to wounds that may not have yet healed in full, she seeks the fine details behind his movements to better understand how he might respond to attack, and most of all she seeking in her mind a framework for how this encounter may play itself out.
Save for her braids rustling in the breeze, she is unmoving atop her perch.
COMBATSYS: Cammy has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Adon
COMBATSYS: Cammy calculates her next move.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Adon
You can praise Vega all you like. His perfect shoulders. His impressive presence. The way his bottom sways side to side with his gallant stroll.
But he would kill to have a chin as manly as Adon's.
Adon doesn't turn around yet, so Cammy can get an eyefull of the 40-something man. Despite his age, he is very much in peak physical condition, much like Sagat. Her studies, however, to indicate a few fresh scars. The back of his neck shows a few shallow cuts, a gift from the one Andy Bogard. A reward given to Adon for his service in Southtown, and why Adon put the rest of his celebrations on hold until he reached Thailand.
Adon speaks again. His sharp words may interrupt Cammy's studies, or they may not. "Seven. Seven young woman, Cammy. Each one as hollow as your sisters. And now. NOW, CAMMY!" The Emperor erupts, the crowd whipping into a fury as he suddenly spins around, leading with the swing of his leg. "You have THE HONOR, CAMMY!" Adon begins as he stomps towards the perched Cammy. Picking up speed, the Jaguar pounces, bounding into a pounce as he swings his leg around, attempting to smash the limb right across the torso of the Shadaloo Doll. "Of OFFERING your BODY to the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI!"
"JAAAAAGGA!"
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Adon's Medium Kick.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Adon
Indeed, Cammy's eyes do narrow on the Emperor of Muay Thai's neck, and indeed her studies are faintly interrupted by his proclaimations. Really, they more serve to let her know that he's nearly ready to cease posturing in favour of combat, and so her stance loosens even more that she may be ready to move accordingly.
When the attack finally comes in the form of his leg - deadly as it no doubt is - swinging towards her chest, she responds accordingly by bringing her hands up to catch press them to his thigh and shin and push outwards so that his momentum is blunted. When her chest is actually hit, it is with minimized, though far from negligible force, and with that she finally moves from her perch by pushing down on Adon's leg to flip herself forward over it, rather like a hurdle.
As soon as her feet touch the ground, they are leaving it again; she is intent on trying to slip behind Adon before he can fall too far so that her arms can be locked around his waist and her feet steadied on the ring rips for just long enough to cinch her grapple in tight. Should she succeed, she will then spring backwards to drop him onto his head and neck in a suplex, her body arched perfectly in a bridge once her feet touch the ground again.
COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Cammy's Hooligan Suplex.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Adon
The kick is slowed down, which is a feat in itself. Cammy again shows why Adon lost the first time they fought. The Emperor still grins as the Doll exhibits her agility by deftly slipping by his leg. "Come NOW, you can't expect to-"
He is cut short by the woman grappling him. Ah yes. 'Wrestling' moves. Much like what Clark had pulled on him. Cammy easily carries him through the start-up portion of the suplex, drawing him up in the air for a moment. As she tries to snap him to the ground hard, she might notice him slipping from her grip. From his partying, the Emperor had developed a thick coat of baby oil, likely from his off-camera exploits over the last several days. He struggles, compounding the difficulty of keeping a grip. When she finally slams him down, the Emperor is free from her control. Adon hits the ground, yes, but instead of a direct point of impact, he simply tumbles away, bouncing off the ground.
He almost immediately rises up again, launching up in the air in a leaping vault. He was not letting Cammy recover from her attacks. The speed and power of Muay Thai was clear here, as Adon was flipping through the air above Cammy. Righting himself erect, his right leap was snapped up high, his heel beginning to glow with orange energy. Cammy, should she have had any experience with Adon, should know what was coming. With an eruption of force, Adon drops his heel down, attempting to trade a solid landing for a chi-infused heel drop straight into the skull of the doll.
"JAGGA KEEEEEEEK!"
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Adon's Jaguar Kick.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Adon
There are very, very few who have survived an encounter with Cammy without taking with them at least an inkling of insight into how incredibly swift she's really capable of moving, should she be allowed the opportunity. The agility demonstrated by hurdling Adon's leg is only the tip of the iceberg, really; frequently, such as right now, she simply is no longer where she once was in favour of being elsewhere.
She did indeed have an eye for Adon's next move; first hand experience and footage from his many, many, /many/ Neo League fights were both incredibly instructive in this regard. So as his heel begins to glow... she is certain to be elsewhere by the time it would collide with her head.
'Elsewhere', of course, is the Emperor of Muay Thai's shoulders.
Oil slicked muscles or no, Doll Zero is doing her best to ride Adon back to Earth, her powerful leg muscles seeking to tighten inexorably around his neck so that as he lands, she can deliver a violent, sideways twist before leaping free to extricate herself with a cartwheel.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Adon with Flying Neck Hunt.
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Adon
Adon's heel smashes hard into the wooden surface of the arena, electing a short spitfire of frustration. Adon was a spastic boar when it came to his offense. He rampaged into battle, and his offense was an unstoppable force of terror... when it struck. Needless to say, when the heel struck the ground, it meant that he failed.
Worse yet, the agility of Cammy was already coming to bear. Before Adon can even get his balance back, Cammy was at his neck like a panther on his prey. Adon is knocked to the ground, and he is pinned between the thighs of the beautiful woman. And like that, with a short twist, he feels his neck crack sharply. Adon lies there for a second, allowing Cammy to cartwheel away.
And then he rises up again, gripping his neck.
Turning to face Cammy, he hulks over, lower his form slightly as he closes the gap between him and the girl. "SO! You can FIGHT. Of course, that TRICK is what we consider in MUAY THAI... well, lets just say it is VERY popular here in Bangkok!" A sharp sharp of hyena-like cackling trails from his mouth as he steps in. His right arm bursts forwards in tandem, unleashing a straight punch. With most speed than power, it does seem that Adon is not pouncing the woman. No, he is being more defensive now. The damage Cammy did to his neck was significant. Apparently, her counter-attacks had... intimidated Adon?
Or just made him fight smarter?
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Adon's Medium Punch.
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Adon
Cammy's head juuuuust barely cants to the side when she is reminded of Muay Thai's popularity in Thailand. "Of course. It is your national sport, is it not? What Taekwando is to Korea?" She looks down to her oil slicked front for a moment, now that she has a little bit of space, and then back up to Adon with a slight wrinkling of the nose. "You are very oily, Adon; you're going to develop acne, if you are not careful."
And with that, there is a punch coming towards her head, prompting action. She steps back onto her right leg to brace herself as her arms cross before her face to catch the blow, and before the sound of steel-hard knuckles striking an alloy-guarded wrist can cease to ring through the air - really, before the dull ache radiating through her arm from the point of impact, even - she is ducking forward to try shifting things towards her favor as she is wont to do.
She tries to get herself in under that arm to leave it dangling across her shoulder and back as she goes for a grip around the Emperor's waist, and should she prove successful... she will follow that up by straighening to haul him up onto her shoulder, then throwing her arms back to drop him unceremoniously onto his head.
COMBATSYS: Adon parries Cammy's Strong Throw!
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Adon
Adon made the right decision. His punch lashes out, smashing against the wrist with bone-rattling impact. The Emperor grins, shaking his head. "Acne? ACNE?! I WISH I, the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, could HAVE the SAME CONCERN as with YOUR injury." And as Cammy moves down, she might realize the mistake. Unlike before, Adon has very solid footing in his favor. He was balanced, meaning that when Cammy dove in, she wasn't making an attack of oppurtunity. Not to say her attack isn't bad. She does slip under the grinning Jaguar's arm.
The problem is that Adon shuts her down.
%RWhen Cammy ducks down, the Emperor figures what was going on. His left arm snaps out and around before she can get a grip. From her flank, the hand goes around, and catches her lightly. Effectively, Adon doesn't do anything but guide her away. Pushing against her, Adon shoved himself aside, allowing the Doll to catch nothing with her charge... and allowing her to throw herself off balance while Adon repositions himself.
"For EXAMPLE, your POOR KIDNEYS!" He screams, continuing his banter. The Emperor dives in from Cammy's side, his arms spread wide. His goal was clear: To catch her in his grips. Should Adon get a latch, he would simply drive his left knee hard into her abdomen, driving it into the side of her body. And promptly hurl her towards the outside of the ring like a Femme-Sagat.
With more class, of course.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Cammy with Jaguar Slam EX.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Adon
Cammy /does/ stop herself just about on a dime when shoved aside; chalk it up to the sensible black shoes she's still wearing as opposed to her normal knee-high brown boots, perhaps. However, she scarcely has time to turn before catching a knee in her gut and being hauled abovehead to be thrown outside of the ring.
One thing Shadaloo's many genetic manipulations /didn't/ do was make her any heavier than she naturally would be; she's an incredibly light load for just about any fighter, and so she not only goes flying deeply into the audience - sending viewers fleeing and the camera man hurrying to try getting a close up - but she rolls through row after row of chairs and winds up buried beneath a little hill of them when it's all said and done.
The cameraman gets a lovely shot of several of the topmost seats being sent flying when her arm thrusts out from beneath the mound, however, and soon thereafter the entire thing is shifting as she drags herself free. The oil stain down her front is now joined by soda, beer, candy, gum, blood, and the other fun substances slicking the arena floor, but they are less important to her than the man in the ring. Certainly, she picks a little kernal of popcorn from atop her undisturbed little cap, but she still keeps her eyes glued on the self-proclaimed martial arts deity all the while.
COMBATSYS: Cammy calculates her next move.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Adon
Hey, some people would think the lack of weight would be a feature, not a bug!
In any case, Adon's driving knee lands clean, and he just hurls the girl out of the ring. The crowd flees, trying to avoid the girl AND when the girl erupted out. Shadaloo had a very infamous reputation in Thailand, to say the least. Adon, however, is less fearful. Casually walking back to the ropes, he looks over to the woman as she bursts from the seats. Grinning like a cat, he cups his mouth with one hand as he dangled from the ropes.
"I HOPE VEGA is not TOO CHEAP as to make you PAY for your DRY CLEANING, CAMMY!"
And like his opponent, he studies her, awaiting her next move. Of course, unlike Cammy, he turns his nose up, looking down on the opponent who had the nerve to face the God of Muay THai.
COMBATSYS: Adon focuses on his next action.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Adon
Adon's taunts are sort of oddly placed, because as it so happens, Cammy doesn't actually draw a salary. Brainwashed assassins rarely /do/, really. Adon, of course, does not particularly need to know this, so once she has kicked a few chairs aside, she says nothing of it when she opens her mouth to speak.
"Adon," is all that comes out at first, punctuated by a rapid charge across fallen chairs, a leap to the guard rail she'd sailed directly over, and then one more lunge to take her towards the ring.
"Cannon Spike!"
Her body twists instantly after those words are said; she flips upside down, thrusts her right left outwards and jets straight up to carry her heel towards the Emperor of Muay Thai's magnificent chin, seeking to not only strike him but land in the ring once she has done so.
COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Cammy's Cannon Spike.
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Cammy 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Adon
Adon taunts because that's all he knows how to do. He mocks, he badgers, and he even grandstands just to break the resolve of his opponent. Of course, against most of the Dolls, this is rarely effective.
When Cammy comes firing in, Adon simply releases the ropes. She was fighting like a true member of Muay Thai. And fast, too. Adon drops back, bringing up his arm to prepare for impact. As she spikes right towards his face (as if she was launched from a cannon), Adon lets his forearms take the full brunt of the blow. His arms tremble, the impact sending the damage well through the muscle and bone. His body was taking these little hits that were eating away his resolve; It wouldn't take much more than a direct hit to simply break it.
Adon takes another step back on impact, allowing Cammy to turn away from her direct impact back towards the arena. Adon simply does not waste any more time. "Come on, CAMMY! Put up MORE of a fight than that!" Leaping through the air again, Adon shows the herald signs of another Jaguar Kick. Yes, he winds back his foot in a heel drop, and yes, he is pouncing on top of the girl. But then, something changes. Something turns to his favor. The Emperor seems to flash with an orangish light as his aura flares to the surface. When he drops his heel, he doesn't fall down. No, he flips again. And drops his heel again. And flips one more time before dropping his heel, attempting three different hits in order to clearly drive his point to Cammy.
That she shouldn't have fought Adon.
And that Adon has a much better chin than Vega.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Cammy with Jaguar Revolver.
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Cammy 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Adon
One kick, two kick, three--they do not have the intended lessons, for her resolve to continue the fight is powerful and her love for Lord Vega's masculine chin is all-encompassing, but they do drive her to her knees and set her panting. Her nose broke under the second blow, so she's spraying little flecks of blood across the mat with each exhalation; likely an every day occurance in this particular ring.
There's a slight stagger in her step when her footing is regained, followed by her gauntlet being swiped across her nose to clean the blood leaking from her nostrils. She glances to the barely visible crimson spots without a lick of concern afterwards, and then like the smooth piece of human machinery she is, she springs once more into action.
The deft movement when she slips towards his rear may be familiar, as might the feel of her arms going for his waist to lock him in. However, rather than wrench back into a suplex, she tries to quickly shift her grip right after cinching it in, crouching to go for Adon's shin and rising forcefully to try flipping him into the air so that he winds up landign on his back.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Adon with Quick Throw.
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Cammy 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Adon
On the last raking kick, Adon smashes into the ground, grinning. "YES! JAGGA!" Was the cry as he awaited the cheers. They did not come. The audience was fleeing now, leaving the stadium now that it became clear that the normal rules did not apply. They were all at risk now, especially from Cammy. Even Adon, the Emperor of Muay Thai, could not be trusted to keep their safety.
As Adon turns to glare at his unfaithful fans, Cammy slips in behind him. Adon feels the woman catch him in her grips, and he realizes the mistake of becoming distracted. He tries to wrench free of the grips of the Doll, but to put it bluntly, Cammy moves too fast. The Emperor is flipped on his back, prone, cringing as he grabs his neck. Ah yes. Whiplash. The gift from Andy is paying back in spades.
"You little WITCH!" Adon seethes, turning back on his belly as he draws in. Rising up, he realizes that every movement he makes will make him open for a counter-attack. Cammy was going for the kill, reading for any weakness he opens up. As such, Adon goes on the offense, trying to lay the pressure against Cammy as she hopefully starts to pounce.
Adon balls his right hand into a fist, and swings up into an upper cut. This was the bait, as the Jaguar struck far too early to make contact with Cammy. A feint, so to speak. On the other side, his left hand catches the fist in the palm. Adon takes a shuffle step, and drops his elbow down at Cammy. Hopefully, his feint allowed Cammy to move in too soon, preempting her counter-attack and nulling her rhythm.
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Adon's Jaguar Crunch.
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Cammy 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Adon
The cameraman's lens is fixated for a short while on the fleeing fans; they're something of a curiosity, after all, given that this /was/ meant to be Adon's Caligula-scale public victory celebration, and people don't usually flee from those so readily.
By the time that he returns his attention to the ring, then, he is shocked to find that he is focused on Adon and Adon alone for a split-second, because rather than lunge forward to take advantage of Adon's seemingly open torso after that feinted uppercut, Cammy seems to have simply vanished.
In truth, of course, she'd only erred on the side of caution by breaking completely away from the melee, running towards the ring ropes opposite the man at high enough speeds to render her a barely visible blur of blues and reds; it takes the cameraman some time to catch up, during which his life as a free-thinking human being flashes fondly before his eyes.
She becomes properly visible again once she has slid along her feet to a stop just before the ropes. She is crouching low with her fingers pressed lightly to the ground, and once she's taken a few moments to catch her breath and gather her will, she snaps upright. Her chin tilts up a little, her hands unclench, and her every muscle relaxes.
The camera zooms in close on her face, getting the perfect angle as she softly utters two simple words: "Lock on."
And then once more, she is briefly gone from view, having blurred to the ropes on her left in order to bound off of them in a flying kick aimed towards Adon's neck. She will, if she is successful in that, continue moving, boucning from ropes, turnbuckles, safety rails, the cameraman... any and everything available to keep her moving at seemingly random angles as Psycho Power infuses her very being to push her already perfected muscles past their limits. Duplicates formed of raw psi join the assault not so far into it, striking with blows that have no material weight but burn uncomfortably regardless and moreover add to the overall confusion of the Killer Bee's offense.
She'll stop in the center of the ring when it's all over, right arm raised high and enveloped in a dull purple glow as duplicates race to rejoin their creator. The cameraman will breathe another sigh of relief as for the second time in a very short span, his life is spared.
COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Cammy's Killer Bee Assault.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Adon
Adon, as far as national heroes go, was fairly infamous. Compared to Sagat, he was the hybrid of New Coke and Diet Coke. As such, his parties were also infamous for two things: The debauchery of Adon, and the utter disloyalty of their crowds.
Adon realizes his feint had failed, and for the worst reason. She had not charged in for the assault. She had fallen back. Adon drops low, but he recovers quickly, fortunately. Glaring over at the Doll, his gaze warps to one of bemusement. He knew that Cammy was going for the throat now. The Emperor begins mentally tense up, locking on to Cammy. He had to be alert. He had to -focus-. And then, with the call of Cammy, the assault begins.
Adon holds against the storm, the first kick striking his forearm with a grazing blow. Adon then followed the chaotic stream of strikes, deflecting the blows with careful, mechanical precision. When Cammy piles in, she may notice that the form of Adon had shifted somewhat. His muscles were flexed, his body like stone. Cammy wasn't attacking a man, per say, but a pillar of marble. His arms, his own body even deflected each of the strikes. The impacts are like a thousand cuts with razors, grinding his defense down. The Psycho Energy burns even more, adding to the nickel and diming. However, the important thing is that Adon simply does not fall.
As Cammy stops, Adon pounces.
The Emperor's body is still hardened, still heavily tensed up when he moves towards Cammy. Arms open, he simply would try to grab her, and force her into a clinch, wrenching her around to face him. The cameraman would get the honorable man in action, trying to break the clinch he started with a single straight to the face. To build distance, and to prepare a combo... lethal to the woman.
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Adon's Combo Grapple.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Adon
Doll Zero is face to face with a jaguar--with an Emperor--with a self-professed god. Her eyes are determined as they gaze into his, her muscles again taut now that her Psycho Powered assault has ended, and with a slight tilt of the head she raises her hands to press them firmly to his shoulders.
"I am not wearing an eyepatch, Adon," she softly says. "I'm not like those other women." With that, she seeks to prove it by tightening her fingers against him to vault herself up until she is planted vertically from his shoulders, the breeze kicked up by his fist sending her braids flying wildly about. When they have stilled, she tries to turn and bring herself acrobatically down, legs seeking to scissor about his body and arms going for his throat in a hold intended to stop the flow of blood through the carotid artery. That her blood is still falling - possibly onto Adon's shoulder - might make her surety slightly misplaced, but it's difficult for one of Shadaloo's Dolls to be truly afraid, or less than self-assured.
COMBATSYS: Adon interrupts Choke Hold from Cammy with Rising Jaguar.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Adon
Adon is certainly self-assured, but fear is something that consumes him. Fear of losing his status, the fear of Sagat killing him... the fear of Vega eliminating him. Adon is in the strange position of being powerful enough to be considered important by the tyrants of the world, but so weak that they seek to warp him under their will. Anyone who takes a moment to fully understand the story of Adon is that he is the man that should not be king.
Adon's fist catches only hair, making it seem that his defenses are open. Cammy was switching around, flipping to his flank. Adon switches sides in a single, simple motion. It was almost a flash, a rotation. Despite the physical drain it brought, Adon simply When Cammy makes her grip, Adon lifts up his knee, rebuffing the body latch. The hands do make contact, however, and for a moment, Adon's veiny, strained neck begins to get strangled. That is something his iron body cannot defend against, and Adon feels the energy sap from his body.
But then, he drops his leg.
Adon leaps up into Cammy, driving his knee into her torso. The first knee was meant to catch her, to make contact. The second knee, however, is meant to break the clinch. Like a shotgun, the other knee snaps into Cammy's abdomen, trying very hard to knock the wind out from her. And finally, Adon lands, visibly exhausted from the effort.
"Well, THEN." Adon breathlessly gasps as he hunches over, leaning his hands on both of his legs.. "Maybe we should FIX THAT, CAMMY.."
Cammy is sent flying by the fully unexpected knee strike, limp and seemingly helpless like a ragdoll. There is a grain of truth in it, as she's swiftly approaching the point of being too badly battered to continue, but primarily, she's loose to make it easier to do what adjustments she needs to upon landing; it's easier to roll safely or manage to come up standing if one isn't tense and rigid.
Her landing turns out to be atop the ring post she originally landed atop, and somehow she is crouching stably atop it with her arm wrapped over her bottom few ribs. If they aren't actually snapped, they are probably close, and even she with her fanatical devotion and extreme physical advantages could do with taking a little bit of time to collect herself from such an injury before launching back into the fray.
Thus, her bottom lip is drawn in to be bitten down on gently as the Psycho Power within is focused to promote relief and healing for her flagging body as she begins to tense in readiness for Adon's next move.
COMBATSYS: Cammy gains composure.
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Cammy 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Adon
Adon starts walking steadily towards Cammy, noticing her... weakness. Weakness was a strong wine for Adon, something that he couldn't help to indulge in. Yes, repose. Take your time to recovering yourself. The Emperor just continues a toothy smile, before lowering himself down.
Adon leaps, winding back his entire body. The telegraphing was almost embarassing, the form almost comical. The Emperor was setting up to strike Cammy, yes. But there was meaning behind this attack. His almost meaningless taunting might have been ignored by Cammy. But Adon was a man who took his taunts too seriously. The punch was leveled right for her face, unleashing a great point of power as he would land almost on top of the woman. Should it make contact, though, he would simply flick out his fingers, and reveal the true purpose of the attack.
To tear at her eye.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Cammy with Fierce Punch.
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Adon
About all that could be said to have gone in Cammy's favor is that the Emperor's fingers find the side of her head rather than her sensitive eye socket; she'd turned aside with the intention of leaping free of the blow at the last moment, but her timing was far enough off that she's now struggling to keep her feet. Her temple is nearly as sensitive as a normal person's, and when struck with that much force...
All that Cammy can do before falling to her face before Adon is spin to turn some of her downward momentum to her advantage. Her knuckles are seeking the side of his head as she goes down, flaring briefly with Psycho Power that is more a sign of her resolve than something that could possibly add to the danger of the blow.
More ziplines fall from the chopper above once she has fallen. One is readily grabbed by the cameraman, who is promptly pulled up to safety while the others have... grips, other camera people, and a... mascot attached to them. All of them, including the man or woman in the big foam rubber elephant costume are toting weapons of various kinds, all of them pointed in Adon's direction in the hopes that he will be warded away from preventing Doll Zero's extraction.
It was not the /best/ of results for this foray into honest to God organized fighting, but it perhaps could have gone worse, all told; it's possible that Cammy will only be moderately punished for her failures.
COMBATSYS: Cammy can no longer fight.
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Adon 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Adon with Axle Spin Knuckle.
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Adon 0/-------/=======|
Well, it looked like Cammy would not be like the others. Her eye is safe, for the most part. But Adon makes contact with the straight, slamming into her the full might of Muay Thai. Adon lands on his feet, off-balance, which unfortunately leads him to his next mistake. Cammy's parting gift snaps out with surprising speed, leading the Emperor to tense up his body in response. Hardening his form, he tries to bring up his arms to block. Instead, he takes the blow head on, knocking him backwards to the ground.
He is stunned for a moment. When he rises up again, though, it is with a murderous glint in his eyes. "You STUPID WOMAN! " He begins, staggering to his feet. He was at the edge of his rope. As his body slowly unwound, he felt the sharp jabs of pain in his neck. The constant weakness strikes were gradually tearing at his form, and he was just on the edge. Any more effort, and he would risk collapse. Adon was furious, though. Cammy was done, if this was just organized fighting, he would back down. But he wanted to spite her. He wanted to steal her eye. She mocked him for his warped nature, so he HAD to make her part of it. He stomped forward as the ziplines dropped down.
The click of the rifles staves off vengeance for now.
Adon spreads his arms open, pulling back at the threat of being shot down. "Oh, does the SHADALOO WHORE have her FRIENDS here to SAVE HER? How wonderfully PRAGMATIC. By all MEANS! Take her AWAY! She has been... SUITABLE ENTERTAINMENT for the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI." Adon stands back, letting her people take her away. Adon just grins, looking down on the agents, especially the dorky elephant man. As Cammy is taken away, Adon calls up, sending out his last parting shot.
"Send VEGA my LOVE, CAMMY!"
And the helicopters continue to pull away, Adon just cackles, cackles through the pain.
COMBATSYS: Adon has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:55:56 06/05/2009 by Cammy, and last modified on 12:20:20 06/08/2009.