Match of the Millennium

Description: Hugo goes to one of the only people he knows for help finding Poison. In return, Hugo gets what he wants, and Rolento finds a valuable ally in the process. Rolento asks for proof of Hugo's strength, and the wrestler is more than happy to provide.

It's been a busy day for Hugo. After spending so long away from the old stomping grounds of Metro City, the need to return to the place where Mayor Mike Haggar... more or less stampeded across all of the Mad gears finally came to bear for the strongest of the Andore family, personal brute squad to the gang led by Belger. The German was hesitant to even return, but some things just need to be done. In this case, the absence of his tiny, pink haired compadre was starting to take its toll. It's always been equal teamwork; Poison provided the brains and the know-how, and Hugo stepped on things until they stopped putting up a fight. Even after going on the straight and narrow, she was his manager in the ring, and she was nowhere to be found.

While thinking wasn't Hugo's strongest suit, he was still aware enough to know that he had contacts amongst his former gang. And amongst the most intelligent, the craftier people in the Mad Gears was the military mind of Rolento. After several days of searching, though, there was no such luck in the field of finding Poison or Rolento. What the German goliath did find out, though, was that Rolento's henchmen were still walking the streets. And for several days, the behemoth left the bent, broken wreckage of paramilitary men in his wake. If Schugerg wasn't going to make himself easy to find, Andore would just punch until he finally showed up.

Rolento is not a man who can be found. In fact, he's not even a man who can get contacted with any ease. However, that excludes making him your enemy. Not many people would brazenly uproot and meatfist his minions, and the word that someone of significant power was doing such quickly made it's way to his ears. In the midst of the latest meatshield beating, he managed to radio something just prior to blacking out. This was sufficient for Rolento to tune into his GPS. And the heavy rotorblades of a helicopter roar overhead in the night sky. It simply flies over Hugo, and wanders off into the distance... given that the mercenary within fell to the adjacent rooftop, rolling to the edge and peering down. His eyes widen in surprise at the familiar figure. A knife is hurled down, sinking into the brick wall beside the unbelievably huge wrestler. "There are better ways to get my attention then assaulting my men, Hugo Andore Junior..." He certainly doesn't sound amused. The fact his men would of refused any request to contact him by saying Hugo 'knew' the man would of terribly failed is beside the point.

Well, for one thing, Hugo doesn't have a cell phone. Even if he did, his fingers are too damn big to dial without a special dialing wand. And as out of touch as he's been with the rest of the Mad Gears, it's not as if he can just go ask someone where the intersection of Crazy Military Commando Street and Beret Avenues are. So, with the few limited options he could think of exhausted, the giant decided to just ask how to find Rolento. Obviously, that hasn't worked very well, considering the pile of bodies left in the German wrestler's wake.

The knife flashing past is enough to get his attention, and a brief glance is given before he looks up to where it may have come from. The answer comes in the familiar voice echoing down from the rooftops. Once Rolento has finished speaking, broad shoulders roll in an idle shrug. "You are.. a hard man to find, Herr Schugerg. Your men are.. not helpful." One of the most recent victims of the wrestler's assault reaches an arm up, making a reasonably loud pained noise which goes unanswered by Hugo. "These.." He motions to the soldier at his feet. "..wertlos diener. They do not know Hugo Andore." His speech is slow whenever he's speaking in English, as if he's pondering over his words first. It only sounds reasonably clear when he shifts to German again.

Nobody particularly important was injured. Any meaningful operatives wouldn't be stumbled across randomly by a man as patentedly unsubtle as Hugo. Although even chaff isn't completely lacking in value, given it is a loss of manpower and potentially recruiting. 'Don't join Rolento or giant men will crush you with a palm.' "These men have no method of directly contacting me even if they desired it. Were I easy to find, I assure you I would no longer be alive." Of course, the latter part does cause a solemn silnce. "...affirmative. It is doubtful they remember you. Few are natives of Metro City." Following this, Rolento switches to flawless German. "" He remains upon the roof, arms crossed and looming as best he can when about the size of one giant arm.

The Giant is.. rather grateful that Rolento is able to speak his own native tongue. English is such a clumsy language sometimes. "" Another idle shrug of shoulders that put even a linebacker's to shame, then a glance is given around to the people around him. This wasn't a particularly large group of fodder; a few soldiers that went and angered the German behemoth, attempting to avenge their fallen comrades perhaps. As simple as Hugo is, he wouldn't assume that Rolento might attempt revenge at fallen soldiers without coming to survey for himself first. "" Then, stated simply, "<Where is Poison?>"

"" He makes no move to descend. Placing himself in an alley is limiting both his escape options and ability to survey the surroundings. Regardless of the fact that entering such a confined place with Hugo, peaceful or not, is like looking down a rumbling steamroller. "<What, in particular, happened? Did they simply vanish one day, or was there an incident?>"

"" Thankfully, Hugo hasn't seen any of the SNF matches in recent weeks, else he would have found out about Poison's fight against Preston, his jabbing her in the tit with an oar, and the fact that she's surrounded by policemen. "<To guess, she has been arrested, but I have been away for a long time.>" In truth, the giant was so caught up in his training that he.. well, he just up and lost track of his own manager. There's no chance in hell he's admitting to that, though. One of the fallen soldiers starts to claw his way up Hugo's leg in an attempt to get to his feet, and the german simply backhands him away without thinking about it. Only afterwards does he remember that it's one of Rolento's soldiers that he just smacked, and.. if there's a way for a constantly frowning, brow-furrowed man of Hugo's size to look apologetic, this is about as close as he gets.

However, Rolento is nowhere near as out of date on the events in Saturday Night Live. "<She was recently in a fight with a man in an oar. I suppose there is a chance she was incarcerated afterwards, although that would be quite the failure on the part of the host.>" After all, even the likes of Freeman have participated without any legal reprimanding. If murderers can get off scott free, a supple Poison should be fine! Yet that implies certain people play by the rules, and idealist police using it as a vehicle to find criminals seems likely to the soldier. The man being sent flying causes a slight narrowing of Rolento's eyes. "<These men are my comrades, Hugo. Were I not quite sure you treat your own family in the same way, I would take greater offense.>" It's hard to tell if this is a joke or not. Who knows, when it comes to people like him? "<It would be a simple matter to verify if she got arrested. I assume you know her real name? Public records of arrests are made, as well as those incarcerated, but I doubt they are under the name 'Poison'.>"

Man with an oar? This man with an oar would need to pay the penalty, if he was starting trouble with the German's little pink-haired buddy. Somehow, he would have to remember to make this person hurt rather grievously in the near future. To the comment of family, though, a grin turns up the corners of his lips. "<The family of Andore fights even in times of peace, Rolento. It is how we stay strong.>" Joke it may have been, but.. well, it's true. Hugo and the rest of the Andore family goddamn love fightin'. Thanksgiving is like Wrestlemania at their house, and no one gets seconds without eating a piledriver in the process. But then, a wrench is thrown into the words. Poison's. .. real name? "<... does.. she go by anything besides Poison?>" Somehow, Hugo's brow furrows even more. "<I.. may have heard it in the past. She does not use it often.>" Fingers drum against the wall for a few moments. "<If she is in prison, I will need her released. I am willing to bargain if you can make this happen.>"

Of course, Rolento makes that man's life miserable. Why not? That's kind of what he does. "<His name is Preston Alistair Wellingto II. He is a student at Pacific High in Southtown. He struck her inappropriately with an oar. If you wish to twist his head off, that should be sufficient information.>" On to the matter at hand. "" Of course, the idea of bargaining causes Rolento to slowly smile. "<I understand you have decided to go straight. But you have just proven that is not the case. A man on the side of the law wouldn't wish a friend broken from prison for what might be rightful charges. Would it be more accurate to say you do not wish to tarnish your family name with the brutish, base pursuits of Mad Gear...? After all, you have no need of money, and likely little forcing respect and dominance...>"

Rolento just had to go the direction of the Andore family name. A brief grunt is forced through Hugo's nose before those oversized arms fold across his chest. Mentally, the information regarding Preston has already been filed away, but there are more important things at hand now. "<The name of Andore is already tarnished. The younger Hugo Andore will bring it the prestige it so rightly deserves once again.>" There's a momentary stall before he continues. "<.. but, Poison is the one who provides me with suitable challenges in the ring. A wrestler and manager work together, and one should not allow the other to suffer.>" He stares up at the rooftops now, from underneath the shelves that are his furrowed brows. ""

"<The might of the name of Andore.>" Rolento repeats, flexing his fingers. "<German pride is a thing few understand in this world anymore. It is that great pride that lead to two wars. A country unwilling to be repressed by the laws of those who tried to govern it. A country where ideals were allowed to grow, until they could sweep across the world. That pure, powerful blood runs in your veins, Hugo Andore...! You are not a man who will be content to quietly dominate inferiors in the ring.>" It seems the topic has shifted away from Poison, for the time being. <"I am a man who understands this. For I, too, come from such strong and pure blood. Yet my father was a coward, who fled his country during the second great war. But I did not let that shroud my birthright!! Much like you, Mad Gear became an entity that would not advance my true goals. Goals which a man such as you might be interested in. I am willing to free Poison either way. The propaganda of world news has not fazed me, and I never forget a comrade...>"

Let it never be said that Rolento wasn't a convincing orator. The impromptu speech would likely convince even a man stronger in the mental arts, but to a simple man like Hugo, it's enough to get him fired up. It's not impossible to see the fires starting to burn in his eyes by the time Rolento is finished speaking, and his arms uncross, fingers flexing into fists before he finally slams his hands together hard enough to create a slight shockwave from the force of the impact. "<Mad Gear.. they would use our might, but never for our goals. Only Belger's.>" After a moment is taken to settle again, the head of the giant German drops in a slow nod. "<You have my curiosity, Herr Schugerg. As long as you understand that my goals lie in the conquest of the ring, I may be able to assist you with reaching your goals as well.>" Granted, Hugo maaaaaay not be aware that Rolento's goals are somewhere in the general realm of world domination, but he might figure that out with time.

It's easy to forget that the reason Rolento has a giant army is not due to the force of his arm, but the force of his ideals, personality, and charisma. He is truly a great leader, likely within the ranks of those Germans of less then reputable histories. "" After a few moments, he leaps down. Like a cat he descends, landing soundlessly opposite Hugo. <"My dream is to live free of world governments and corporation interest, Hugo. Mankind cannot be changed. I have seen the depths of humanity's horrors in the shadows of the Mekong Delta. Germany's mistake was asserting itself on this planet, instead of creating a nation which could embody it's own ideals. ...I wish to make a place, Hugo. A refuge for the monsters created in this war-ravaged world. Where soldiers can live, and those that wish to be truly free converge...>"

And the force of his explosives, of which there are many. Hugo's arms fold over his chest again, fingers of his right hand drumming along his left bicep while Rolento continues to explain. Eyes follow the soldier's trip from the rooftop to the ground, not even bothering to move before the other man lands; the German figures his location has already been accounted for. By the time the speech is done, his head drops in a short nod. "<It will be interesting to see, then, where in your world that the name Andore will fit. If you are willing to allow my goals, and you will not prevent the name of Andore from reaching the heights it deserves, then I will assist you where I can.>"

"<I assure you... where I will need you will involve proving your strength. Consider your compatriot to be freed. I will personally make sure of this. Given the events at the conclusion of Saturday Night Fight, that seems the most likely source. Without her name, it should be easy to trace.>" Long moments are then spent, with the elder German opposite the hulking Hugo. "<So are you still the strongest within your house...? I have never personally seen the might of a true Andore. Only the impressive results.>"

A brief nod of that curly-haired head acknowledges the fact that the deal's been made. If Poison's going to end up free, that's all that Hugo was really looking for. His arms unfold from over his chest, hanging at his side again before the might within his family is queried. At that, another grin pulls at his lips before he nods once again. "<The younger Hugo is the strongest Andore. Five of us that fight, but none stronger than me.>" A low chuckle, almost like thunder rumbles in his throat. "<Father has stopped challenging. Brothers Fritz and Ulrich persist, and lose. Brother Griswald is not stupid enough to challenge.>" He thumps a fist against his chest. "<Thus, Hugo Junior will bring the Andore clan the fame it deserves.>"

"<I can think of only four people in this world who might be able to challenge your raw power. The Russian, Zangief. The mayor of this city." He's not going to say Haggar's name, although neither is he going to undersell his raw power. "Of course, Wolfgang Krauser. And a mysterious man in a crimson mask." He knows little of Grant, other then his reputation. ""

The mention of the word mayor is enough to start a frown. The same mayor that never answered Hugo's challenge; the same mayor that ruined his dreams of returning to the wrestling ring once before. Compliments to Hugo's strength, though, are enough to stem the tide of frowning that was about to be set loose. .. Zangief. Ah, the Red Cyclone. Another person that the German wanted to fight against. The other two mentions go largely unacknowledged. At the final note, a single eyebrow arches. "<You already know of my fighting style, Herr Schugerg, but if it is a fight you want, then I am happy to oblige.>" Fingers lace, then Hugo pushes his hands forward, palms out, popping his knuckles and stretching his fingers out a bit in the process. A roll of his head causes his neck to pop audibly.

"<I know of it. But raw power does not dictate one's limits. I could never beat Krauser or the crimson masked man, and Zangief is my peer, as is Haggar. There are many layers of expertise... I would enjoy to see just how you use the great strenth honed by your family.>" He slowly draws out his baton and twirls it in his fingers, before assuming a fighting stance. "<The advantage is yours, in this cramped environment. But beyond that, there shall be no mercy from me...!>" Now... does the large man wish to take the initiative?

COMBATSYS: Hugo has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Rolento has joined the fight here.

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Hugo 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Rolento

The challenge was put forth, and Hugo saw no real need for words at this point. As much of an ally as Rolento has proven himself in the past, there would be no quarter given. After all, the fight was intended for the wrestler to prove himself, and weakness would make both himself and his family look the fool. Only a moment was given in which Rolento only assumed his stance, and when no attack came, then it would be Hugo's turn to initiate shenanigans. As cramped as these quarters were, there wasn't much space between himself and the military commander across the alleyway. ... this was becoming a theme all too quickly, fighting people at the head of military organizations. One large, meaty hand lashes out with speed surprising for someone as big as Hugo, aiming to clamp a hand onto Rolento's arm, a shoulder, something he could pull him closer with. Should a grip be managed, the giant would lift the smaller man off the ground, scooping him right up before slamming him down spine-first onto the ground below.

COMBATSYS: Rolento blocks Hugo's Body Slam.

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Hugo 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Rolento

There's really not a lot of room to maneuver, unsurprisingly. And although Hugo isn't as fast as him, his arm seems to be everywhere at once. Shifting backwards, the front of his uniform is grabbed instead of something more substantial. It's still enough to heft him up like the soldier was weightless, although when he's slammed towards the ground, he impacts on his shoulders, curled up and absorbing the majority of the kinetic force. But still, stone cracks beneath his tensed fingers, a dull grunt leaving him before he vaults away. Landing in a crouch, he then hurls himself after Hugo, whirling around and swinging his baton with all his might, trying to CRACK against the side of his face with all the force of a Pimp's Prayer!!

COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Hugo with Power Strike.

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Hugo 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Rolento

After releasing Rolento, regardless of the results, Hugo settled himself into an easy crouch, palms down with fingers extended, as if he were preparing to tangle into a collar-and-elbow tie-up at any moment. His eyes narrow when the smaller man comes rocketing forward, and tree-trunk legs tense, bracing himself for the pending impact before that baton cracks solidly right upside his head. Other than a grunt and slight tilt of his head, though, there was little acknowledgement that Rolento's weapon of choice may have even hurt the German behemoth. If it did hurt, he wasn't about to show it.

With Rolento so close after that heavy strike, though, it was far too tempting for the grappler to lurch forward again. Rather than reaching with a hand, though, he reaches with a fist, having to bring it down low as he aims a solid straight punch into the other fighter's stomach.

After releasing Rolento, regardless of the results, Hugo settled himself into an easy crouch, palms down with fingers extended, as if he were preparing to tangle into a collar-and-elbow tie-up at any moment. His eyes narrow when the smaller man comes rocketing forward, and tree-trunk legs tense, bracing himself for the pending impact before that baton cracks solidly right upside his head. Other than a grunt and slight tilt of his head, though, there was little acknowledgement that Rolento's weapon of choice may have even hurt the German behemoth. If it did hurt, he wasn't about to show it.

With Rolento so close after that heavy strike, though, it was far too tempting for the grappler to lurch forward again. Rather than reaching with a hand, though, it's a foot that comes forward, lifting that heavy leg up high as he aims a solid boot into the other fighter's midsection.

COMBATSYS: Hugo successfully hits Rolento with Medium Kick.

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Hugo 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Rolento

The recoil from the baton thrums up Rolento's arms. He cleanly struck Hugo in the face with all the strength he had, and he barely gave an inch. The wince of pain from him is probably more then the giant Andore. Being close to that much meat is not good news, either. He sees it coming, lunging backwards, but he can only go backwards... making it a simple matter to kick him in the chest. His eyes bug out, although distance is easily gained, given he bounces twice before crashing into a trash can. Slowly he pulls himself up, hacking and shuddering. "Hrrm..." He turns back towards Hugo, slowly focusing. "You broke a rib." Suddenly he is rushing forward, and then vaults the last distance. This time, he throws in not only the whipcord power of the swing, but the inertia from the leap itself. This time the smack right between Hugo's eyes might hurt quite a bit more!!

COMBATSYS: Hugo interrupts Mekong Delta Air Raid from Rolento with Meat Squasher.

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Hugo 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Rolento

"<You will be fine, Herr Schugerg. You recover well.>" is all the response Hugo offers to the admittance of the broken rib. But if just one was broken from the upraised boot, then Hugo was aiming to make a point before he left the alley tonight. When Rolento comes leaping forward again, Hugo is rushing forward just the same. .. well, more lumbering forward, forcing those thickly muscled legs into action in an attempt to meet the commander halfway, one hand lurching forward to wrap fingers around his neck. When that strike comes, it slams straight into the German wrestler's face.. but the momentum doesn't stop. He manages to get a solid hold, and the forward momentum doesn't stop. He just keeps charging towards the alley wall, only letting go a moment before impact. Arms go wide, and he barrels straight into the wall, crumpling the bricks behind it and denting the wall itself as he crushes Rolento between Deutsch-bred meatwall and construction-built brickwall.

The way Rolento's limp form thumps upon the ground amidst the rubble might give Hugo a momentary belief that the fight is over. He has seen this countless times -- effortlessly crushing rivals. But suddenly he goes tense, planting his hands upon the ground with a growl and hurtling straight upwards. His arm strength is extraordinary, in it's own way. "<Not many... can match me in speed... I blacked out for a moment.>" Stated as he kicks off the side of a wall, then the other, launching into a rolling backflip away from Hugo. Suddenly a steel blade flies out, attempting to sink above the knee and hobble the titanic man, as he lands atop a steel dumpster in a slightly wider part of the alley. "<But I am far from defeated...!!>"

COMBATSYS: Hugo endures Rolento's Stinger.

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Even Hugo, admittedly, was a bit surprised that he managed to catch up with Rolento that time. Stubbornness pays off in the form of squashing the smaller man between singlet and wall, and there's a short hop backwards to create distance again as Rolento goes straight up. It takes effort to follow the bouncing khaki-clad man as he goes from wall to wall.. and when the German thinks he's got his eyes locked on, he lumbers forward once again. Even though that knife comes whipping for his knee, it finds its mark, but despite what most would consider extremely unlikely, Hugo keeps running. "<As am I, Herr Schugerg!>" With the other fighter perched up on the dumpster like that, he was at just the right height for the wrestler to lurch forward, trying to snap a hand onto Rolento's arm or shoulder, even his head.

COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Hugo's Gigas Breaker.

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Hugo 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Rolento

Rolento spreads his stance. He gained the second he needed to reduce the chance of that blow hitting from decent to poor. It seems suicidal; he just remains there, until Hugo is completely commited. Only then does he duck down... the compensation is enough to almost steel is beret and crush his head like some kind of exotic squash, but in a heartbeat the balled-up soldier is twenty feet away in a crouch. "<You almost finished the fight already... commendable!! I have no doubt you are far above the rest of your ilk!! But now I shall descend upon you with my own ferocity... show me what you have!!>" Rolento then bursts into a run. And then suddenly is a blur, zigging and zagging from wall to wall. Suddenly the confines that were once a liability are in his favor. And then he rushes past -- an extended arm trying to hook about Hugo's neck and swing him behind. A foot would then plant atop the dumpster, and every sinew in his form arch with a snarl. Enough to heft the man upwards, and then twist to hurl him back-first towards the ground. If this succeeds, his twirling baton then slams down right upon a rather vital pressure point on the ribs. Needed for things unimportant, like respiration.

COMBATSYS: Hugo blocks Rolento's Medium Throw.

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The reaching hand went /just/ high, leaving enough room for Hugo's opponent to escape just before his fingers managed to find purchase on limb or clothing. "<Do not hold back! Show me your strength, Herr Schugerg!>" There was no further offense quite yet on the part of the German brute, but it was far from over at this point. When Rolento comes springing forward, he manages to hook what exists of Hugo's neck amidst massive shoulders, and while he stumbled forward, he was still on his feet. Arms cross in front of him, and the baton slams across forearms, sending a tingling, numbing sensation right up his arms instead of crushing his ribs. There's a brief swatting motion, doing his best to brush Rolento away before Hugo starts to shake feeling back into his limbs. "<Do not let up!>" After that short shake of limbs, the giant reaches forth once again. He tries to get a grip on Rolento's collar, and if he manages to grasp hold, he'll turn him around and slam him back-first against a wall before driving him down onto the ground.

COMBATSYS: Rolento interrupts Rebound Grapple from Hugo with Mine Sweeper.

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"" The world is eclipsed by the raw size of the man. He looks to the left, and sees only a meaty limb. He looks to the right, and sees the same. The speed of his charges are already proven by the broken rib. So be it. He allows himself to be grasped, and braces himself for an opportunity. The wind screams by him as he observes the mountainous power that has him grasped. You will make a mistake, Hugo... or you will win this. His back crashse into a wall, again denting it heavily. A sharp hiss of pain -- and there it is. When an attempt is made to hurl him to the ground, Rolento breaks the hold. He hits the ground, and rolls away. The sharp clatter of a grenade rolls slightly behind.
The explosion breaks glass for a block around. A plume of fire roars into the sky, followed by black smoke. This is repeated five more times, the last sending a pyre of flames surging out the alley and striking a car hard enough to send it skidding a meter into the street. A blackened dumpster awkwardly rolls out, the top flaming. And then Rolento pops out of it, landing smokey and charred upon the ground. He looks in the hellfire in his wake, rubbing blood from his lips. "<THAT IS NOT ENOUGH TO KILL YOU, HUGO...! SHOW ME THE PRIDE OF YOUR BLOOD!!>"

"<Show me, Schugerg! Show me the strength that leads this army!>" .. and does Rolento ever show him. When large, meaty limbs reach for the khaki-dressed commando, he finds his grasp, but when he goes to slam Rolento into the wall, the collision of flesh and bone against brick is answered by.. a clatter? That doesn't sound ri--

Glass shatters for a full block in every direction as Hugo is introduced to the definition of pain. Right when the smaller man slips out of his grasp, he's /enveloped/ by fire. One, two, a total of six massive plumes of angry, angry explosions wrack Hugo over and over again, wracking him with enough force that a lesser man would not only be off his feet, but buried about three feet into the wall. Only smoke is left where the junior Andore once stood when the dumpster comes to rest. Hugo can't even be seen in the smoldering wreckage. Only soot and black, ashy smoke clouds are left in the alleyway. There's not even a verbal response when Rolento starts shouting in german again. For several seconds, there's nothing.

Then, from just in front of the military commander, a hand shoots out from the clouds in an attempt to grasp him by the collar.

COMBATSYS: Rolento blocks Hugo's Megaton Press.

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The hand finds purchase in Rolento's collar, and only after the grasp is made does Hugo's blackened, soot-covered face suddenly pop out of the clouds. "<THIS BLOOD WILL NEVER SUBMIT, SCHUGERG! BEHOLD THE PRIDE OF HUGO ANDORE!"> Then, he just lifts the military commander out of the dumpster in one swift movement as he leaps from the ground, far higher than a man of his size should be able to jump. What follows is even less likely, by common logic; Hugo flips around not once, twice, but three times before putting himself face-down, releasing Rolento only at the last moment before crashing down onto the alleyway's concrete floor.

Indeed, Hugo proves himself an able master of meat. He had questioned if this man could truly rival Haggar... and those doubts are fully shattered. The huge arm is barely intercepted, catching his wrist. Again his clothing is caught, but as he's cycloned up into the air and back towards the ground, he pulls out a knife and shears away the fabric. He gains an inch away, and curls up into a ball just as he's crashed upon. Andore will find himself laying atop a rather uncomfortably hard lump, before he's shoved away by two feet. "Hnngh!!" Rolento staggers upright and twists to thud into the corner of the wall, breath coming quick. Cammy herself didn't press him this far... but that was a different battle. It was two calculating minds. He had a consistent edge and maintained it. This... is a battle of pride. To merely defeat Hugo with something outside his element has no use...!! To battle the man on his own terms and reign superior is the surest way to gain his respect. "<IT IS TIME... TO END THIS...!!>" And then he begins to rotate his baton in a rapid clip. With a roar he rushes forward, and swings up his arm. The furious onslaught of blows would rain into Hugo's chest, before he swings back and strikes forward even harder, trying to actually stagger him backwards. And then a final, violent uppercut attempts to slam him into the jaw, enough that even his huge form is liable to feel it!! "GOOOOOOOOO!!!" That doesn't need German translation.

COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Hugo with Patriot Circle.

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Rolento certainly wasn't lying, in this case. It was, in fact, time to end the fight. Hugo was already starting to tire when he hefted the other man up for the Press, and after crashing down, it took him a moment to climb up to his feet again. And by the time he's made it to his feet, the smaller fighter comes barreling in with baton prepared. Tree-trunk legs are braced in preparation for the coming onslaught, but the repeated batterings of baton against his chest are greeted with a brief wheezing of breath, then that last uppcut catches him right underneath the jaw. He staggers backwards for a good few steps, but that's enough to create distance, and distance is just what Hugo wants. When the yell of 'goooo!' echoes in the alleyway, instinct alone sends the giant forth with his right arm extended, throwing forth every little final bit of energy he has left as he aims to drive his forearm right across Rolento's throat.

COMBATSYS: Hugo can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Hugo knocks away Rolento with Monster Lariat!

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It's done... that last blow Rolento sent into Hugo's skull should completely wreck his brain and prevent any movement for a couple minutes. He hopes in fact he hadn't used too much. But then like a taut rubber band, the mountainous man /defies physics/ and ricochets back. A halfhearted stagger is managed before it catches him right in the speakyparts. Droplets of blood paint the air where he was a moment ago, and he's sent hurtling out of the alley completely into the street beyond. His back crashes into a metal street light, the bulb sputtering out as it slowly falls over with a hiss of sparks and clatters. Everything in him hurts right now, as he slowly rolls over and manages to arduously get up on hands and knees. "Haa... haa..." He can't fight back now... is Hugo's meatslap going to crush him?! But no... he appears to be in no better situation!

COMBATSYS: Rolento takes no action.

COMBATSYS: Rolento can no longer fight.

Log created on 23:53:59 11/09/2010 by Hugo, and last modified on 01:33:58 11/12/2010.

Match of the Millennium

Hugo - WHERE'S MY LITTLE BUDDY