Description: Once again, the notorious heel Vyle comes at odds with the infamous Champion of Muay Thai, Adon. Situated in Thailand, the Neo-League Match reaches a bitter heat as the fans of both Adon and Vyle break into a riot in a short, brutal match. (Winner: Adon)
It's hardly the MGM Grand in Las Vegas. Nor is it Madison Square Garden. Hell, it barely matches up with...ugh...NASSAU COLOSSEUM.
But this small little ring in the outskirts of Bangkok has seen countless muay thai battles, and survived them all, built to be stury and take the wear and tear of the brutal sport. It's an ideal place for some serious hardcore fighting....now if only it came with a damn PA system....
o/` TWO TAPES IN THE DECK, SET TO DUB OVER, PRESS RECORD, AND ABSORB THE SUBCULTURE! o/`
It forces one certain Luchadore to carry his own stereo with him as he charges through the crowd surrounding the ring so he can make his own entrance. They don't even have any damn colored lights for him too! But...that little oversight doesn't matter, the poisonous man known as Vyle sliding it in under the ring ropes before he launches himself into the ring, the official Neo League announcer introducing him to jeers from those who know him here, and murmurs from those who don't. He...never did quite penetrate the Southeast Asian market before after all. And the lack of crowd noise irritates the mohakwed wrestler, enough that he pauses his usual bouncing antics and pulls out a handy dandy pocketsized book. It's title? "Obnoxious and Obscene Gestures Of The World." "Singapore...South Afterica...where the hell's the Thai middle finger or whatever?" Damn...there goes his entrance...
"SO! VYLE! You RETURN to CHALLENGE the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI!" The Emperor nose was twisted up at the wrestler-turned-Neo-Leaguing fighter as he stood in his corner of the ring, awaiting the challenger. He remembered Vyle fairly well. He was his first victim in Southtown, the first victim of his campaign to win the Neo-League. A successful campaign, in that. Still, he remembered him for a more... vile reason. His caustic spit was eccentric enough to burn an image in his mind. The dirty fighter lived up to his name quite perfectly.
"And if you WISH to KNOW how to INSULT THAILAND and it's PEOPLE, as well as I, ADON, the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, then...." Adon just supermans, grabbing both sides of his hips. "SHOW US ALL your FIGHTING STYLE! KYA HEE HAAAA HAAA HAA HAAA JAAAAAGGAAAAAH!" The Emperor howls as the crowd begins chanting for... oh wait, wait. There seems to be a conflict in the crowd. Oh god...
Vyle has fans, doesn't he.
Vyle twists his face in a rather annoyed expression, kicking his tereo off as the booming, screechy voice from the local hometown hero. "Mind making yourself higher-pitched, I think there are a couple dogs in a back alley 3 miles away that didn't quite hear you," he mutters, shaking his head as he leans against the corner post in the ring. Watching as Adon looked on from the other side, the sickeningly brightly dressed wrestler sneered.
"Yeah, I challenged you. Still want some payback, Jaggaoff, and this time...hehehehe...this time..."
He then blinks, hearing chants for...him? His name? Vyle's name? What? "...the hell, who's th...heheheh..." Normally, Vyle HATES cheers. It means he's not doing his job. But today...just for today...MAYBE he can pull off playing th face tonight. After all, not like he's going to be returning here anytime soon. "Yeah, this time you're getting it in the face for the sorry excuse of Muay Thai you're pulling on everyone here!"
And once the bell rings, Vyle tries to make good on his boast, charging in sharp and low, trying to take the kickboxer by surprise. Lurching up, he jabs at his throat with two fingers, as if about to spit up. That's right, Adon should remember this one. The same digusting mist he felt before the same....wait, no it isn't. Because it never comes, Vyle faking and instead using the moment to try and lift Adon across his shoulders, just long enough to drop down on his back and drive the Rooster-headed Emperor's into the ground, ribs first.
COMBATSYS: Vyle has started a fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Adon
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Adon with Strong Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Adon
There was a few reasons why the crowd was shouting for Vyle. One might think it was because of Vyle's natural 'heel' status. There were heels in wrestling. And then there were heels that spit poison in people's faces. Another theory was that Vyle had a sort of cult appeal in Thailand. Maybe it was because he was like an American Adon. Both seemed likely why there were more cheers for Vyle than for Adon.
In reality, they were rioting.
Adon's normal fans were beginning to slug it out with the Vyle fans, a fight erupting. Amongst them. The Emperor of Muay Thai, however, was much more concerned with the fact they were NOT CHEERING FOR HIM. "FOOLS!" He screams, turning his back to Vyle as he leaned over the ropes. "CHEER FOR ME! ADON! ADON! ADON! WHY WON'T YOU CHEER FOR-"
Adon is cut short by Vyle lifting him in the air. "JAGGA!?!" He exclaims as he is swiftly smashed to the ground. A gasp erupts from his mouth that swiftly boils into a full scream of rage. "You MONGREL! YOU- YOU- RAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" The Emperor writhes on the ground, squirming towards Vyle. He flops upright, his eyes blinded with rage as he hurls himself towards the wrestler, arms open to grab him. Should he succeed, he would smash his forehead against him... and again, and again... and then, promptly hurl him to the corner post behind him, head first.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Vyle with Fierce Combo.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Adon
Looks like someone celebrated a little too early. Vyle felt good after that nice, big surprise Samoan Drop, having caught Adon quickly by surprise and feeling a nice shift of momentum. The riot not withstanding, of course. Sadly, the riot that comes is what does the poor boy in, distracted enough by the sudden rattling of railings nearby that Adon is able to catch him, and give him the merciless headbutt from hell. "GHHNNNHHH!!!" Again, and then again, it comes with no remorse, before Vyle is slammed into the corner post head first.
That much head trauma is enough to give anyone double vision. "Uhgnn...you....you don't like not having people on your side, huh? Big man..." he sneers woozily, laughing...before he snaps his head up and seizes up again, this time the deadily mist coming for Adon's face for real. Will Adon be ready for it this time?
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Adon with Venom Breath.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Adon
Adon was already charging after Vyle once he hurled him away. He was charging, blazing forward to reap the flesh of his kill. He was approaching quickly, the crowd beginning to go mad like dogs. As he dove in, he stopped short. He was moving too fast, advancing too quickly. And of course, he forgot about the one trick that Vyle was well known for.
"GRRAAAAGHAHHAHHAHAAAAAAAA-AAAAAGH!"
Adon could have let himself become blind. He could have blocked the poison that was burning his eyes. But they were wide open, slowly shrinking into pinpricked bloodshots. He could see him through the haze of pain... and caustic venom. Still struggling, he throws a wild punch towards his head, a swing arcing in as he hurled himself at Vyle... or the corner post, he couldn't tell which.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Aggressive Strike from Adon with Relapse.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Adon
Got 'im. Got the bastard.
That's Vyle's exact thoughts as Adon charges headlong straight into his Venom Breath. The mist straight into the Emperor's eyes, that meant that Vyle had a little more...leeway as far as what he could pull out here. And with the continued riot around the ring, he could work a possible few things to his advantage to aggrivate the screechy kickboxer further. "Does this look like an Emperor to you?! Looks like the Emperor has no clothes!" he calls out, struggling for a non-obscene or insulting taunt. Hasty one too, as Adon wings a shot right toward the Luchador's head. Or at least where it was. Unfortunately for Adon, the venomous one is already in motion, twisting and turning into a winging back kick that snaps straight into Adon's chin, and sends him flying upward. He should remember this one too. And this time, he has enough pep in his step to leap up after the airborne Adon and catch him in a scoop hold. Falling with it cinched in, arm around Adon's head and another grabbing at his leg around the thigh, it ends with a thunderous spike as he drives the Emperor's head straight into the canvas below them. "NNNNHH!!!!!" A jarring impact for both...but Adon's probably feeling it MUCH worse.
Oh, Adon does get it worse.
As the caustic chemicals continue to fester, he feels his arm getting nothing. The kick interrupts his attack, stopping him cold as he shoots upwards. And just like that, he finds himself in a scoop hold. And to finish off this story, he is smashed to the ground.
Struggling, Adon screams from underneath the man's thighs. That hurt. That hurt -badly-, and Adon was almost entering a berserker rage. As he continues to be pinned, he hears it.
".. VYLE! VYLE! VYLE!"
Adon loses it. He just loses it. As he is caught beneath Vyle, he suddenly explodes upright, attempting to take Vyle up with him. If successful, he jerk the man in, attempting to drive his knee HARD into his stomach... before hurling him aside, preparing another frantic assault.
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Jaguar Slam from Adon with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Adon
The cheers come, and rain down on the crowd, and with Adon going into a sheer rage, it seems like Vyle has the advantage now, doesn't he?....
See...the problem is the cheers. Vyle just doesn't get them that much, and he really doesn't deserve them most times. And such a rarity are they, that they make for more of a distraction than anything. Which is perhaps why Adon is able to to gut him with that knee shot, and carrying him up with the fling of his leg. Even with the readiness to catch the kickboxer's kick, his awareness just...isn't there. He's just not used to hearing cheers!! "UGhnn..."
Flung aside with that skillful shot, the luchador finds himself TRULY well and beaten up now at this point, struggling and grasping his stomach as he pulls himself slowly to his feet by a ring rope.
Adon connects with his leg, taking advantage of Vyle 15 minutes of fame. Again, the cockroach of a man was chafing the Emperor, giving him hits that shouldn't be so effective. Gradually, his sight was returning as he sweated away the toxic spit. Still, it wasn't perfect, and still burned as he smashed his knee into Vyle, and hurled him against the ropes...
Uh oh.
Vyle being on the ropes in a death sentence to Adon's eyes. He is... being weak. And of course, being weak in Adon's eyes means nothing but certain death. The Emperor of Muay Thai is springing, charging. As the cheers begin to die, the Jaguar goes for the kill. Body burning with orange chi, he begins swiping, attempting to pound Vyle right into the very ropes he hangs limply from. There is no rhyme, there is no reason, and there is no end. He just pummels at Vyle, trying to pin him down and make him eat his cake.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Vyle with Jaguar Varied Assault.
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Vyle 1/=======/=======|-------\-------\0 Adon
Adon was never one to be merciful it seems, and when he sees that weakness in Vyle...he predicably pounces. The blazing elbow strikes and shots that the Emperor slams into the luchador pins him up against the corner and mauls the unlucky bastard. It's truly a sight to behold, and a painful reminder that Adon isn't one to be messed with. And when the assault lets up, Vyle is wearing more red than green or purple, a bloody mess in the corner.
"....what....that's all?" However, that gasping, dismissive, and infuriating response shows that Vyle still has mind to be the thorn under the kickboxer's nails. Lurching out of the corner, looking all but dead, the bastard still charges in, trying to drive in a tackle at those dangerous legs and bring the Emperor himself down to earth for some sort of plan...
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Adon
COMBATSYS: Adon parries Vyle's Outbreaker!
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Adon
Adon's fists are covered with blood as he slows down his hammering. Not his blood, of course, but of Vyle. The cheering was now all gone as the screams of the fighting reaches a head. Adon expected the wrestler to be almost dead now. Grinning broadly, he steps back, breathing heavily as he stares down the man. And yet, he is still... no. He mocks Adon? The grin doesn't fade, but tightens painfully. Vyle charges forward, attempting to take the Emperor down. Adon ducks down, pushes his arms forward...
And dodges.
Adon flips over Vyle, rolling over his tackle and using his body to launch himself in the air. Twisting himself around, he snaps his leg back. "NO! You have YET to LEARN YOUR PLACE, FOOL!" Was the scream as energy flowed to his heel. As Vyle fell to the ground, Adon fell back down, an arc of energy trailing his foot as he just brought his leg down for the coup de grace.
"JAAAAAAGGAAA KEEEK!"
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Vyle with Jaguar Kick EX.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Adon
Alas, it seems that Vyle's luck just wasn't to be today. His big final tackle is...easily brushed aside, the nearly collapsing luchador flipped over as he stumbled forward, still on his feet. And when the snapping, dropping heel kick slams outward, it drops straight into Vyle's back, a horrible crack as the wrestler drops to the ground in a heap.
"Uhnn....uhnn...." Somehow, he's still conscious....and despite the horrible bloody mess he's been left in, he's still moving. Moving enough that his legs, despite not being strong enough to keep him up, still try and twist, trying to catch the kickboxer's ankles, twist him down, and move into some sort of heel lock. Just...something he can do from the ground for one last "**** you' to the Emperor.
COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Adon interrupts Strong Throw from Vyle with Fierce Combo.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Adon 0/-------/----===|
Oh, the only ****ing there was going to be was from Adon.
Adon snaps his heel in the spine of Vyle, his squirming electing only high-pitched cackles from the Emperor. The riot starts to die down a bit, slowing as the audience realizes that the fight was coming to an end. Adon smugly looks down at the man, who was suddenly latching on his ankles.
Suddenly, Adon tenses up. His hands snap downwards, ripping Vyle up by the neck to his feet. The Emperor is probably the only thing keeping him upright. "UUUUHN. UUUUHN. Come on, FOOL! Let me SHOW YOU the GLORY that is MUAY THAI!" And with that, Adon slams a fist into Vyle once. Twice. And like that, he spins him around like a hammer ball. With a grunt, he hurls the heel out of the ring, right into the crowds.
And he stands there, arms wide. "COME BACK, FOOL, when you have ANOTHER INSULT of a STYLE! BWA HAA HA HA HAAAAAA!"
Log created on 20:46:52 06/17/2009 by Adon, and last modified on 20:45:10 06/18/2009.