Description: Tizoc comes off of his international flight to find an attractive young wrestling fan fallen hard on her luck. Angel just needs to pick up a few hundred extra dollars to catch the next plane to China. She doesn't realize that Tizoc only gives True Fans his hard-earned, even more difficulty-held cash. (Hint: Tizoc has had several True Fans over the course of the years, but none of them have lived past their first encounter with him. Read on if you still don't understand the subtle allusions I am making, or want to see Angel and Tizoc piledriver each other into a Homeland Security lockup.)
Southtown International is an up-and-coming name in the life-and-death International Airports arena. For the past several years, Southtown's been pouring finances into its reconstruction and renvisioning - construction has been a constant activity since 2007. These days, the airport is mostly functional, and those functional regions are certainly showing the payoff of the city's efforts - here and there, construction equipment flags the start of unfinished hallways and wings, but the rest of the sprawling complex is slick, shiny, and state-of-the-art.
Right now, Angel is leaned up against the counter representing TransPacific Airlines' ticket, hips cocked to the side, foot tapping against glossy, polished tiles, fingers tapping counterrhythm against polished glass countertop.
"Fuh. Listen, I've gotta get to China! My whole -job-'s up for grabs! Y'don't wanna leave me all -poor- and -destitute-, right? I... I'd waste away! Lose my charm!" She's -trying- to play the orphan card, but something about her tone suggests she doesn't really.. care.
The TransPac Airlines employee isn't buying it either. She frowns, irritatedly. "We don't accept IOUs, ma'am."
How fortunate! For at this moment, a man is coming off one of the gate ramps. He is... quite a man. He is large--not as large as, say, Sagat, but certainly imposing--large, wide, and strongly muscled. This is evident because he is, in fact, shirtless. But he's wearing some things. The mask... or is it? For all the world, it looks like he has the head of an eagle--large, black hooked beak, red plumage, white plumage, alternating out in a spray of feathers. And he's wearing wrestling pants--dark red tights, with yellow accents on the hips--and boots.
This is notable because, well, even in Southtown, most people just -do not wear- stuff like that. Or almost-wear. Whatever. He walks as though it's not a problem, and at his size, how could it be? It's the most natural thing in the world for him to be walking so, the rubber soles of his boots thumping on the flooring, making a sound akin to a bass drum.
As he nears, he can hear the woman's argument--and see her. Well, she -is- quite attractive--but he has sworn off women! He must remain focused on his goal--*the* goal... but he can't help but try and help, as he turns towards the ticket counter, altering his path.
The Mexican woman's otherwise pretty face screws up into a collection of distorted features; creased forehead, knotted brows, and the prissiest sort of smashed-together lips effectively kill the conversation she -should- be having with that TransPac employee. She turns on her heel, rests with her back against the TransPac countertop (effectively killing its business, considering she's blocking the line), and chooses instead to scour her surrounds.
"Awaah. Gotta find a way to get -cash-. Who's gonna be loaded?" Angel browses the airport's current inhabitants, and her gaze meets Tizoc's - well, it would meet Tizoc's, if he was looking at her eyes. She frowns. She -recognizes this guy-. He's been in so many wrestling events! Tizoc might even mistake her expression for sheer, star-studded attraction.
"Oh, man, he's gotta have so much CASH. Hey! HEY!" She leaves her place in line, pushing past no less than three increasingly angry customers before jogging, briskly, towards Tizoc.
"You're totally Tizoc! You're like, one of my heroes." Eyes wide, check. Leaning forward, check, hips out, check. She's definitely gonna get on his good side.
"Can I have some money?" Shit.
Hey! Tizoc is being a total gentleman. Besides, the mask. You can't tell where he's staring--he's got beady bird eyes. And there's no indication of a mouth, either, as he happens to be slowed by another fan, who'd just asked for an autograph, one that he was more than happy to oblige with; just after that, here comes Angel.
He looks... well, okay, can't tell how he looks. He sounds nonplussed, though, when she just asks for cash; one gets the sense that his eyes are narrowing in that there mask. "What do you need cash for?" He clearly doesn't have a wallet in those pants--they're basically just wrestling tights, after all--but he presumably does have cash -somewhere-... he savvy enough to not just hand it over, anyways.
He stands tall, folding his arms, managing to look stern and fatherly, despite the mask. Or maybe because of it; who knows, he could look like Pauly Shore under there. A really tall, buffed-out Pauly Shore.
Staring up at Tizoc, when he's got his arms all Crossed and his expression all Flat (bird mask), you'd think Angel might feel a little cowed. She might shirk back some, might even elect to pick a simpler mark. That'd work for somebody who wasn't Angel - Angel is one of those special, unlucky people who is used to getting things her way.
She puffs her chest out, lifts her chin, and looks Tizoc straight in the mask, expression challenging, boisterous. 'Tude-full. "I gotta get to China, really fast-like. Job offers there. 'Sides, you gotta help a fellow wrestler out, don't you? Union rules! Besides, this could be like Pay It Forward, except I guess it'd make me Kevin Spacey, 'cause I need the most help, but you could be Haley Joel Osmont who was totally the star -" She shakes her head.
"Can't do it, I'm no Kevin Spacey. Even so: Money?" She's extending her hand, expectantly. One might take this as the lead-in to a threat.
He isn't trying to be intimdating, exactly. It's just how he is when he's on his guard. The beak tilts downwards, as if he is contemplating this creature, so brazen in dress and in attitude. He likes the attitude, but that doesn't mean he's going to just hand over the money. His ears perk, though. Fellow wrestler? Hmm... he'll test her devotion to the money.
"It's true I -do- have money. And I -do- help those who need it. But if you are a fellow wrestler, then you'll understand why I can't just give it to you. Don't you?" His voice lightens some, and he tosses his gym bag (yes, he had a gym bag, no it wasn't mentioned earlier, shut up) to the boy who just accosted him earlier, and he turns away from Angel, taking about four big steps away. This being Southtown, people know what's going on, and so they scoot out of the way, clear an area away from the ticket counter and the seats, in the middle of the terminal.
The next words are almost predictable, the challenging tone unmistakable: "Fight me for it."
COMBATSYS: Angel has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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Well, she's pretty adept at picking up the 'subtle' clues Tizoc throws her way - walking away after handing one your bag is pretty much Fighterese for "Welcome to Pound Town." Still, Angel doesn't balk - if anything, her eyes widen, her expression brightens considerably, and she's taking her own two, five, eight, nine steps away to match Tizoc's own distance. Halfway there, 'walking' becomes 'hopping', and Angel executes a sort of quick-stepping, hunched-over dance, hands atop her head, fingers made into little horns.
"Auhh!" For once, people aren't staring at her for the usual reasons. She straightens, stretches a leg 'till her foot is over her head, and promptly fixes that problem.
Eventually, she's falling into a traditional fighting stance, hands raised before her face, back erect despite a decidedly slouched, leaning-back posture.
"Awright, Tizoc! I've seen you enough t'know where to hit you! Not as hard as you -think- you are, son!"
COMBATSYS: Angel takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Tizoc has joined the fight here.
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Tizoc 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Angel
Well, question one of the test passed--she isn't looking to walk away. So many people think they're fighters, because they took a correspondence course, or they watched "Human Weapon", maybe bought some boxing gloves at the thrift store... never can tell when a poser is going to come up. Hell, that's where all those Pro Wrestling jobbers come from.
But Tizoc, he's the real deal. And now, he doesn't fight anything but the real deal, anymore. So he's heartened to see that Angel is, in fact, the real deal." He nods, then points to the sky with his left hand, then he spins, one turn, and points at Angel. "We'll see, little one..." And then the fight is 'on', as he stalks forward, slowly--deliberately slowly, maybe--he picks up some speed after a couple of steps, coming in with the first test--a hard, high, backhand chop from the right hand. Of course, he has to shout, too--and stomp the floor.
"OOOOORRA!!!!" The sound alone sends up cheers from his fans--surprisingly few, but how many pro wrestling fans just happened to be in the airport? Not that many.
COMBATSYS: Angel just-defends Tizoc's Strong Punch!
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Tizoc 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Angel
"OOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAH!" Angel's not one for shrieking, but Tizoc's sudden approach, his verve, his energy... it gets her going! She bounces from foot to foot, and runs in at that last second, a David to Tizoc's enormous, shadowy Goliath. One slender arm is raised to deflect Tizoc's backhanded chop - it will be destroyed, certainly - but something interesting happens at the last tactical moment. Angel -grabs- at Tizoc's limb and pulls downward, harshly; in this same moment she's extending both legs in an explosive, practiced jump.
It's a hell of a jump. Angel is no longer in the place Tizoc expects her, rather she's using that thick arm as a sort of fulcrum for a high-flying aerial front-flip; halfway through her rotation, she sets a hand on the top of Tizoc's mask, which is followed by a second, and culminates in the NESTS bombshell performing a handstand atop her opponent.
"ANGEL HAS -JUMPED ON TOP OF TIZOC'S HEAD!!-" She's pantomiming an announcer, but damned if she's not moving; either of the girl's long legs fall to the side, parallel to the ground below her, and -twist- to work up a vicious level of centrifugal force. This happens to be occuring against Tizoc's head, and as she sort of... breakdances her way off of him, she releases with a violent final twist that *should* snap his neck.
"OH MY GOD, ANGEL HAS OPENED WITH HER FAMOUS FUTEN SWING!! I HAVEN'T SEEN THIS IN MONTHS!" She is awkwardly playful for somebody who has legitimately just attempted to kill her opponent.
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Tizoc with Cosmic Futen Swing.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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Tizoc 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Angel
Now that--that was a fine display of skill. Tizoc is not used to that--though he is used to speedy opponents--and Angel lands atop his head. The next few moments are brutal pain and twisting--but that final twist, that isn't going to snap his neck--he actually twists -with- it, decreasing the torque enough to save his neck. He hits the ground and rolls, tumbling once, surprisingly artful for a man of his size, but when he comes up, he isn't too far away from Angel.
As he rises, he rubs his neck, the only indication that the Cosmic Futen Swing -hurt-... although there's a red line around his neck, like marking where he was just hurt. It's already starting to fade, as The Griffon Mask lunges, grabbing for Angel. Some call what he is about to do a bear hug--indeed, he seems to be intent on snapping her back almost, squeezing powerfully if he gets the hug--but he won't just squeeze her to submission. No, he'll constrict about four times--and then he'll hurl her away from him, adding to her pain with a swift heel to the jaw.
Hey, Tizoc may be a 'face', but he's also a serious fighter.
COMBATSYS: Angel endures Tizoc's Gri-Hug.
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Tizoc 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Angel
Angel hits the ground alongside a rolling Tizoc, but she's landing on her feet - he's on his back. Still, by the time she's managed to turn around, limbs flailing loose in the manner of one who kind of -lacks finesse-, Angel can't help but note that Tizoc is very, very upright. He is also very, very lunging at her. There is absolutely no venue of escape she can really see - Tizoc is -huge-, and she is not.
This being the case, Angel leaps into his arms. She finds herself flattened against his chest, coughing shallowly at first, but then that second, third, and fourth compression have her gagging, grunting, and -- yes, at one point, her eyes are rolling backwards. She's definitely losing consciousness or something. Despite this (or maybe in line with it), Angel's raised a fist, and makes a point of pulling it back, back, baaaaaack while Tizoc's breaking at least a few ribs.
"Ahhhngel... needs..." *SQUEEZE* "Your..." *SQUEEZE* "...CASH!" *SQUEEZE* As that fourth *SQUEEZE* finishes, Angel's got both of her feet against his midsection, and uses that leverage to THROW herself at his face, fist-first!!! It's the world's shittiest Galactica Phantom, everybody!
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Tizoc with Full Moon Evening.
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Tizoc 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Angel
At this rate, she -is- going to beat the cash out of him. It's gonna be like River City Ransom up in here. That shitty Galactica Phantom wallops hard into his mask--the side of it, thankfully--but... there's no 'give' to the impact. It's like he's got a bird's head... but that can't be... -can it-?? -CAN IT-??
Whatever. He gets punched, and he reels backwards, stumbling about three times before catching himself. If you could see his mouth, he'd be grinning, even through the bruise and the trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth--but he's not about to go down without a fight.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" he shouts, in that deep voice of his, as he surges forward, seeking to wrap his arms around Angel's shoulders--and lift her off the ground. And then off the ground and into the air, spiraling around rapidly, tipping over and going down, still spinning, to slam into the ground.. all as Tizoc shouts, "JUSTICE... HURRICANE!!!"
COMBATSYS: Angel blocks Tizoc's Justice Hurricane.
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Tizoc 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Angel
Angel's more concerned with catching her breath. SHE is hunched over while Tizoc is spiraling, hands on her knees, heaving as she's sucking air down as fast as she can. As before, she's completely underestimating Tizoc's ability to *keep moving*. It's the reason he gets a -fantastic- grip on her shoulders, and it's also the reason she's getting the closest she's been to air travel all DAY.
"A-auhhh!! Pumme DOWN! I-" Angel inverts. "!!!!!!!" As she plummets towards the ground, Tizoc's bound to feel booted feet kicking at his stomach, frantic, the slightest bit *scared*, but her instincts do wind up saving her, at least in this instance.
She pushes her head against Tizoc's chest, very much playing up the role of being his frightened girlfriend. Angel and Tizoc, sittin' in a tree, F-A-L-L-I-N-G.
The impact into the floor slams Angel's shoulders more than her head, and the Angel-Tizoc combination falls over onto Angel's back. She grunts, but is smiling soon enough. "Heh heh heh - you got Angel good, didn't ya?? Think it's turnin' aroooound..." Angel shimmies beneath her captor, and for the briefest moment, makes as though she's reaching downwards, towards one of those floppy boots. "Buuut... Angel's got tricks! Wiles!! What will Tizoc DO against this rule-breaking vigilante??!" She's grinning - like a kid - even as the dagger she's pulled from her boot is -brutally- angled towards Tizoc's lower back.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc endures Angel's Random Weapon.
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Tizoc 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0 Angel
He's gonna -take it-, that's what's what. He's gonna take it and he's not gonna like it. But he's not just getting stabbed--the big man twists, surprisingly fast, ensuring that the blade finds only meat, nothing vital. And as he turns, he's turning towards Angel. She has perhaps half a second to realize that he's much, much too close,and that he's now reaching for her--moving with the kind of speed he hasn't displayed before.
It seems just like before--like he's reaching out to grab her... only he isn't. Now he's swinging a gigantic right fist--hook punch, backhand, hook punch, backhand, hook punch, backhand, and a final lunging clothesline. Each strike impacts with the power of lemons--that is, the power of the Griffin--and that's a lot of power--each blow, if it were landed on a wall, would sound like the tolling of a death bell.
He's definitely going all out--but he's comfortable with that. One trait he doesn't hold in high regard is chauvinism. Woman wants to step in the ring, so to speak, then she can prove she can handle it--and Angel certainly has.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc knocks away Angel with Daedalus Attack.
- Power hit! !
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Tizoc 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 Angel
"Hey! My knife!!! You gotta give it back!!" Angel's rolling away from the pin, herself. She comes to a knee with relative ease, but Tizoc's right -there-. He's rushing her, and before she's even able to get -up- has inserted his fist into the side of her face. She takes the hit like a five-year-old; somebody with Angel's body doesn't really have much physical hope for absorbing haymakers. It's followed with the backhand, then another hook punch, then another backhand - again and again, enough to the point that one Plucky Observer has started calling the police for a Domestic Abuse sighting. Ultimately, she is crushed beneath Angel after Tizoc clotheslines the Mexican -across the terminal-.
"NNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhh!" Angel lands -hard- against a potted fern, shattering it and doubtlessly suffering a few pieces of it wedged into her back. She rolls to a kneeling position with relative quickness, despite the -colossal- damage she'd just suffered, face rosy from the punches, nose bloodied, one lip trembling. It's the only outward indicator of pain she's showing - and even then, it's hard to catch it before she's lunging back towards Tizoc.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH! My name is Angel, nineteen years old, and a playful girl with dirty secrets!" She meets Tizoc with a startling front-flip that ends in a downwards axe-kick, and segues into a series of twisting elbows, brutal uppercuts, eye-gouges, and knees to the groin. "I love tequila! Long walks on the beach! Meeting new boys, and the thrill of that first date! I'm a clubber and a dancer, but most of all...!" She twists, just as her patterns become predictable, and winds up on the -other- side of Tizoc, fingers wrapped 'round the hilt of that dagger. She -pulls- it free, unconcerned with the blood on her clothes.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII -LOVE- MY KNIFE!" She *STABS* it forwards, quite deliberately into a juncture between shoulder-blade and spinal cord that, while not fatal (Tizoc's organs are surrounded by miles of muscle) would certainly make movement a chore for now.
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Tizoc with Loyalty Test for the Liberalists.
-**- LUNATIC HIT!! -**-
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Tizoc 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Angel
He was unprepared for the ferocity. My god, the ferocity. She reminds him of someone else he's fought... only she's more manic and wildly crazy. That doesn't help--he thought he'd put her down and now he's paying for it. The crowd gasps, then falls silent as Angel pummels the feathers right off of their hero of the moment; he is dropped to his knee by the fierce onslaught--the knife sticking out of his back. Is he finished? Is he done for? Even his massively muscular meatbody is showing signs of damage--numerous bruises and contusions, the blood dripping from the knife wounds he has.
Yes, this is it! He's... he's... NO! He's standing again!! His voice hoarse, he tells Angel, "You've won your money... with my thanks..." Though pained, he sounds sincere. "But I muts also leave you with... my own gift...!!" And then he's reaching for her, summoning up that one last bit of resolve, that final burst of heroic courage--and if he grips her arms?
Then he's going for ride with her--a ride up into the air, that'll end with her smashed into a ceiling I-beam of pure steel... and then he'll fall with her, in a classic piledriver. Unfortunately, he's too peaked to shout it out--but then the kid with his bag shouts it for him.
He even tries out a Mexican accent, which frankly sounds horrible and stereotypical like any alien in recent Lucasfilm works. "BEEEEEEEEG... FAAAAAAAAALLLLL!!!!!!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Tizoc can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Angel blocks Tizoc's Big Fall EX.
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"A gift??? For me?" Angel is kind of surprised Tizoc is still standing after that. Police are, too - they've recently arrived after hearing something about 'attempted murder near the TransPac Counter'. "Such... passion...!!!" She's actually cool with the 'reaching for her to harm her' part. 'Cool' in the sense that she 'didn't see it coming'. Her arms are GRIPPED, and with that hoarse cry, Tizoc is doing the best he can to absolutely ram her into the ceiling above.
She's kind of dimly aware of the kid shrieking some dozens of feet beneath her - wind is flying past her ears at a rate that is likely criminal, and certainly unhealthy. It's a matter of simple need for money that has Angel with the willpower to -pull her arms- from Tizoc's grip, and he ultimately winds up hugging her around the chest and back, but that's not the important thing. The important thing is that Angel and Tizoc slam into that I-Beam -together-, and Angel is going to need to go to the hospital afterwards.
Again, a matter of will - Tizoc falls alone. Angel manages to get both arms up and around that support before gravity takes over, and while her vision's dimming, while she's some thirty-feet above ground, she is *conscious*.
"Nnf...! I... ugh. I can't believe that dude -lived-." Nobody hears her. She's a million feet above them. Tizoc will wake some time later, and find that Angel has helped herself to his wallet. Additionally, a pair of his wrestling tights has gone missing.
Log created on 22:50:13 10/15/2010 by Angel, and last modified on 01:44:19 10/23/2010.