Description: Crazy Zhin looks to have had a master plan on collecting money, but not in a way one might have expected. He probably didn't expect two half naked men throwing one another around and tearing up the place like this. (Winner: El Fuerte)
"It's not bad," are the words that come out of Preston's mouth. He's eating a paella, inside of Crazy Zhin's Oars and Paella Palace, which is a funny thing really. Thoughtful consideration is given to the food in his mouth as he stands there, topless, essentially filming a commercial for the store before the fight begins.
"But does it have to be served on the flat of a fuckin' oar?"
The camera pans out to show the burly Brit eating the meal off of another oar, which no doubt makes his original oar quite jealous. Tilting his head to one side, the Pacific High student spits out a wooden splinter. "Really, this just isn't practical, you need to rethink your marketing and business strategies," he explains to the owner, good ol' Crazy Zhin.
On the other hand, the fight is due to begin in about one minute, and the manager for the fight informs the student of such. "Well, guess I need to get started. You got a pretty good chef though, who is he?" He, of course. In Preston's mind, only men can be chefs. Women are chefesses.
Oh Zhin, he so crazy. He has a special place in a certain luchador's heart in the fact that both are businessmen that somehow make money despite not being very wise. People often wonder how Fuerte's restaurant survives so well. The answer is simple to that one. His chefs are top class and when El Fuerte is off traveling to find new recipes they manage to keep business thriving for the few times Fuerte returns and scares everyone off.
The also big plus for Preston is he is not eating a paella made by the famous luchachef. In fact Fuerte is quite disappointed he didn't get to make the first batch. Of course this doesn't stop El Fuerte from bursting though the front door with a plate held high as he powersliiiiiiides across the floor. "IT IS DYNAMIC PAELLA TIME!" he declares as he hops to his feet and drops the plate on a nearby table. "Complete with chocolate and jalapenos!" he declares and lets out a hearty laugh. "You didn't think the Hurricane of the Gulf wouldn't fix SOMETHING for you all."
Yeah, people are already looking a bit wary of what was set down. El Fuerte then turns to Preston and much like the larger fighter the luchador is shirtless and wearing bright orange wrestling gear with yellow trim. "You must be my great opponent tonight!" he says while posing and pointing a finger in the air. "Let us make battle then eat afterwards!"
The burly Brit is on his way towards the dance floor when the door bursts open, and in comes a bundle of excitement and food. "Are you fuckin' serious? Chocolate and those little peppers? Fuck me, they're my fuckin' favorite." Perhaps the jalapenos will help wash his mouth out with fire.
Preston's attention turns from the food to what El Fuerte is saying, and he laughs after the offer. "A fight and some grub afterwards? Yeah, I think I can manage that. You've got yourself a deal, sunshine." But as he walks by the plucky fighter, he makes an additional comment; "Nice nipples, by the way."
It's over to the designated fighting area, the entire STORE, that the Pacific High student steps towards. He's barefoot, thankfully not pregnant unless that paella had something else in it, and ready to fight. "Alright luv, whenever you're ready. You take the first shot whenever Gulliver over there--" he gestures to the SNF Fight Director, "--gives you the go ahead, I'm just gonna finish this wood chip paella." And that he does, aiming to clear the oar of paella so he can actually use it for the fight.
Someone who sounds like they may appreciate his cooking prowess. Then again the big guy hasn't taken a bite of anything yet. Then again if he is wanting his mouth washed with fire he certainly found the correct chef to be around. "Why thank you, sir!" he says of the compliment of his nipples and he puffs his chest out just slightly. Short he may be, but he certainly is pretty stocky for someone his size. There is no sort of fat on him. Maybe all the strange foods he eats just burn off all the fat he would gain.
"Well then. Start us off Mr. Gulliver!" he luchador declares as he twirls about to face the main official of the fight. He doesn't even bother correcting either man about his name being Horace. He just tells them to go punch one another. "Very well! DYNAMIC FIGHTING TIME!" he declares with a laugh and like some sort of weird blur he almost just pops out of existence only to quickly be beside Preston within a fraction of a second. "Do not get full on such junk! My cuisine is number one!" He might just be saving Preston when he wraps his arms around the much larger fighter and attempts to just pick him up while leaning back and releasing to send the big man across the room and into a rack of oars.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Preston has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Preston endures ElFuerte's Medium Throw.
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Preston 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 ElFuerte
The plucky little guy disappears, drawing one of those clear hazel eyes of Preston's into a slow blink. Sure, he's eating; but he watches, ever the student that he is. And he watches very closely as El Fuerte pops back out of stocky fat air, wraps arms about his muscle-bound girth and does what few people can; puts the tall young man right off his feet.
Released, the Brit does the sensible thing -- he flips about, gaining an advantage even as he still careens right into the rack of oars. But at least he's facing the right way. They clatter, they shatter, they go everywhere. And out of the wooden carnage comes the Student, his landing enabling him to gain a quick leap out of the woodwork, and he does so waving two oars. Neither of which is his true oar. These, they're just going to snap when he hits someone with them.
That's precisely what he aims for. "What's wrong with this junk, eh?!" He swings the left oar for the masked face of the luchador, and then comes through with his stronger right arm, the second impact aiming to send the stocky man flying for cast-iron skillets! "You jealous?!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte blocks Preston's Bunting Tosser.
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Preston 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 ElFuerte
It is rather crazy what someone like El Fuerte is able to do. It often surprises even the largest of fighters such as Hugo and Zangief when they find the much smaller wrestler somehow taking them off their feet. He is used to fighting larger and stronger opponents and it seems like he has no worries about it. He seems happy as ever as he quickly bounces from foot to foot as he keeps his hands raised ready to grapple at any moment. He is also not often used to someone being so quick while being large as well. He actually has little time to get out of the way and he is left standing there having to throw his arms up to protect his face. Of course that ore that is swung shatters on impact given it is just a shoddy one. He even manages to shift his weight and left a leg to take the brunt of the second blow and he pushes off of it to go tumbling away.
He pops out of that roll and he nods while giving a thumbs up. "I noticed the quality of some of the equipment here, amigo. I would not use it even if desperate." he says and charges forward. There is no tricky moves here. He just launches forward with a knee intent on taking Preston into the air somewhat before swinging both legs out to catch him around the neck and then twirl about as he attempts to slam the bigger fighter to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Preston just-defends ElFuerte's Guacamole Leg Throw!
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Preston 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 ElFuerte
It's more than a little disappointing to Preston, what happened there. First the oars shatter, and then they don't shatter El Fuerte! "I think you're right, this is just awful," he agrees, the frown on his face telling the story. As a connoisseur of oars, it's most heartbreaking indeed!
Coming right at the burly Brit, the Luchador is all knees. And that's ok by Preston. He just stands there in fact, the knee striking into his abdominals -- and failing to launch him, as a perfect-timed flex of his muscles negates the loft! The swing of his legs into the modified hurricanrana is met by a too casual block from the Student's forearms as he slides back and out of range!
"Oh, you're fast, ain't you," Preston converses. "I remember fightin' this one fast wrestler this one other time. Christ, that got gay fast." As he talks, he reaches into the stock scattered everywhere, pulling out an oar that's more like an oversized paddle than anything else. Channeling his energy down its length, he dashes back at El Fuerte, coming in swinging!
Only, it's not the oar that needs to be worried about; it's the energy, that blue-white chi that dances off the oar into a crescent shape that slams towards the World Famous Chef!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Preston's White Horses.
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Preston 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 ElFuerte
There is one thing El Fuerte has to admit. This man is young, but he is like hitting a brick wall. He knows meaty when he feels it given that he is a wrestler. With a twisting about and a soft landing the luchador faces his opponent once more. "Of course I am, amigo." he replies when told about his speed. He does raise a brow when another quick wrestler is mentioned. He wonders who that might be. Was this man lucky enough to face the lovely Rainbow Mika!? Oh how he would love another fight with her.
Getting caught up in his fanboy crush almost costs Fuerte, too. PReston comes swinging downwards and he is just about an inch from slapping into the luchador when Fuerte seems to be missing. It is more Fuerte is at the side of Preston now and he leaps backwards to put some seperation between he and the burley student, though he kicks out a leg to slam into the back of one of Preston's knees while doing so to try and soften the big man up some more.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Preston with Light Kick.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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Preston 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 ElFuerte
The oar and the released energy manage to hit nothing but air, and while that's a noble strike if ever there was one, it's not to Preston's liking. "Hey, stop being so fucking nimble!" he grouses loudly, gaze turning as El Fuerte seems to step into the foreground of some kind of two-dimensional fighting game. In doing so though, the Lucador strikes -- and strikes well, the boy's leg buckling enough to bring him down to one knee.
"Oh fuck me, I hope that didn't pop out," the burly Brit spends but a moment to check his knee, which is going to be quite ginger thanks to that! So as he gradually draws himself back to his feet, he pins the plucky little chef bastard with a beady-eyed hazel glare. "I'm watching you. So's Crazy Zhin, by the way! Promote his store properly before our fight gets put onto Thursday Night SNF!" Meanwhile, he studies El Fuerte, keeping a very close eye on him.
COMBATSYS: Preston focuses on his next action.
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Preston 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 ElFuerte
So he hit with a bit more force than he meant. It isn't his fault! He just gets carried away sometimes. Then again he is in a fight and it is hard to be all nice when someone is trying to smack you in the face with an ore. The luchador just shakes his head. "You need to calm yourself! This is for fun is it not?" he asks and grins. Of course it remains to be seen if he would be all grins at the moment as well if the roles were reversed in this case. Or concious for that matter. His arms and leg are still a bit sore from those powerful blows.
He then hmms and looks to Zhin and nods. "Oh very well. Amigos! Please come to Crazy Zhin's new opening in the next while and meet the famous Hurricane of the Gulf and get a free sample of my food!" Well there went all the customers. He then looks to the table that holds his plate of food and he reaches for the platter with the paella on it. "Just look how much my friend enjoys it!" he declares and then like some sort of deathly food frisbee he lets it sail towards Preston. "Ole!"
COMBATSYS: Preston negates Thrown Object from ElFuerte with Devil Seam.
Glancing Hit
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Preston 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 ElFuerte
"Oh that old chestnut, is it?" That's what Preston is saying as a big ol' dish of food is flying at him. He's seen this play before, the ol' throw-stuff-at-them-after-they-look-at-you play! In many ways, he's become a student of the fighting circuits, when once he didn't even know what they were. That was before Pacific Resistance ever started.
But times have changed. Rather than simply block, the Son of a Duke decides to go on the offensive. He brings that oar up overhead, slamming it down into the ground in front of him. Which is floorboards, in this case. They shatter on impact, and ripping the oar upwards sends a wave of physical destruction hurtling towards the plate of paella!
Floorboards shatter, oars fly up into the air, dust and cockroaches and cooking utensils fill it as well! A veritable tidal wave of objects hurtles to meet the plate, to knock it from the air not long after it leaves the hand of the Luchador!
Eyes go wide and the mouth of El Fuerte gapes when he sees all the debris go flying in the air. Zhin is probably not happy given some of the things that are kicked up by that powerful slam. "My paella!" he cries out as he leaps into the air and he snags that plate out of the air again and he quickly twirls about at high speed and manages to catch all of his precious paella on the tray and toss it to safety. "If you do not wish to sample just say so!" he says while actually looking somewhat angered. You do not mess with a chef's food that way!
t He just bursts forward, his brow furrowed some as he leaps upwards and he goes to grasp Preston around the neck and twirl about him quickly. It is another attempt to pick the big man up in this case and if he manages to do so he will just let him go, flying in another direction and away from the luchador's food in this case. He has to protect his babies for proper consumption. Funny he didn't think of that when he first tossed the damn things.
COMBATSYS: Preston blocks ElFuerte's Propeller Tortilla.
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Preston 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 ElFuerte
There's a lot of neck wrenching going on, but not a lot of flying! Really digging his heels in, Preston keeps himself upright, instead staggering to one side rather than ending up in a tumbled mess down by white goods. In this store, that's where the white people shop.
"Oh I think you fuckin' tweaked something," comes the complaint, which seems to be the most consistent thing out of the burly Brit thus far in the fight! Aiming to change that, he releases a heavy snort, head twisting about to a rather loud, horrifying series of cracks.
Scraping one foot along the ground, the burly Brit stomps forward, aiming to bury his sweaty forehead down onto El Fuerte's collarbone like a bull goring its prey! Should he prove successful, he follows it up with an uppercut from one of his ham-sized fists, to clear the debris from his not-there horns!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Preston's Bull of Barney.
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Preston 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 ElFuerte
So much anger in this young man! If he would loosen up maybe he would feel so easily tweaked when people are yanking him about and try to throw him all over the place. The luchador is just shaking his head when he lands. "If you complained less you would perform better I bet!" he offers as advice. Nevermind the fact he realizes that might not exactly be taken that way. To someone that is angry that might seem more like a taunt. And boy is Preston angry. LIke some sort of mad bull he comes charging forward, but El Fuerte looks to have some matador in him as he leaps up high and over the charging brit.
He lands behing the large man and once again he goes for a grab. This time he is more intent on grasping the shoulders and just leaping backwards while pulling his hands downwards. It is mostly just and attempt to drag Preston right off his feet and slam the back of his head against the already ruined floor. "Hup!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Preston with Quick Throw.
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Preston 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 ElFuerte
This is turning into poor viewing for long-time SNF fans, apart from those who enjoy watching a big guy get his ass whooped! Missing completely, Preston is left to blink as he feels a shadow pass over him. Before he knows it, he's got his arms linked, and he's staring up at the ceiling with a welt growing at the back of his head!
"Oooh, this is like the last time I fought a wrestler, it really is getting queer," the burly Brit grouses, shaking off the stars he's seeing. Thankfully for those at home, that last word he said got bleeped, so it's not so bad!
Hand seizing down on the nearest oar he can find, Preston swings it out and about wide, aiming to do a very simple thing; catch El Fuerte's legs with solid wood, and return the pain that he's currently feeling in his knee from before!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits ElFuerte with Medium Strike.
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Preston 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 ElFuerte
It is probably a good thing Preston has yet to run into the likes of Hakan if he truely feels that way about such things. Of course he is probably just a bit anger and letting his sailor talk get the best of him. It seems his frustration finally gets some retribution against the much quicker luchador. El Fuerte looks to leap again, though this time he is caught by the oar and he goes skywards and ends up landing hard on the ground where he goes into a roll that akes him away from Preston momentarily. Yes, that guy hurts every bit as much that El Fuerte thought he would.
"Amigo, I do not know why you get so worked up! There are children present too!" he points out, though really at this point Preston is probably not thinking about what children think at the moment. The luchador looks perhaps a bit slowed by the strike, but not enough to keep him in one place too long. He instead looks to come forward once again and quickl try to get ahold of Preston. It is similar to being thrown into a brainbuster as he actually tries to lift it to where Preston's legs are kick in the air and another knot possibly forming on the man's head when he is driven to the floor.
COMBATSYS: Preston endures ElFuerte's Tepache Bomb.
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Preston 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 ElFuerte
"Don't get me wrong, sunshine," Preston says as he gets back to his feet. Knocking El Fuerte aside gives him time to do that, and he makes good use of it, kicking out his leg as if that were professional medical advice to do so. Further talk is halted as he's hoisted about like he were a child, the wrestler able to use leverage and sheer muscle to do the unthinkable; plant Wellington on his head.
Going with the motion the whole way down, it allows him to tech-roll out of it, bounding right back to his feet even as a second knot begins distorting the shape of his melon. "Oooh, that's a concussion... but yeah, don't get me wrong! This is a great challenge!"
With such proximity, Preston does the logical thing. He steps forward, and delivers an absolutely devastating clothesline down at the Luchador, the kind that involve a smelly, sweaty armpit, and a massive journey into the closest wall!
"It's just really fuckin' frustrating when you keep bouncin' around!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte fails to interrupt Running Rigging from Preston with Quesadilla Bomb.
- Power fail! -
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Preston 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 ElFuerte
It seems maybe the tide is turning for the big man through all of this. The luchador may have been slowed just a bit due to that strike and it combined with the surprise with how fast Preston gets up just throws El Fuerte for a bit of a loop. At such close range there isn't much he can do other than try to clash with the larger fighter. That is possibly one of the worst things he could do as he just instead gets a face full of armpit and he bounces some more, but this time in a way Preston enjoys it.
Off the wall the luchador bounces and he goes tumbling away. And for the first time he is pretty slow to get up. His bell was rung pretty well that time around and he squints to try and get his wits about him once again. "I see......my there are two of you now too." he comments and he raises his hands. "No worry! I have enough food afterwards no matter how many times you multiply!" he declares while grinning widely.
Which just goes to show the kids at home; complain enough, and the world is your oyster! Watching the little man get sent flying like a pinball, Preston stomps after him, mindful of where he puts his feet given the absolute mess the store has become by now! "Well that's good, because I am working up one hell of an appetite," he replies, as his footfalls gain speed.
Nearing El Fuerte, it seems that any sense of tact or grace has been abandoned. The burly Brit utilizes his brute strength and nothing else, aiming to deliver one massive dirty, bare foot to the face of the Luchador! He's watched some wrestling as well!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Preston's Strong Kick.
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It is starting to feel like he is in some sort of twisted wrestling match at this point. It is the hero of the people against the wild man! Oh he certainly has some strange thoughts going through his head right now that it has been rattled. Some people perhaps handle head trauma better than others. It is amazing he manages to find the speed to lean back wards and fall to his knees while almost going flat on the floor to avoid that powerful strike. He pops back up to his feet as he twirls about on one foot. "Nice try!"
He just sort of staggers forward and he jumps onto the big man's shoulders. He then twirls around and unfortunantly Preston is going to get a face full of luchacrotch for a few moments. El Fuerte then leans back and tries to use his momentum as he extends his hands to catch himself on the floor and sling the Brit with his legs in some improvised version of the Frankensteiner.
COMBATSYS: Preston fails to interrupt Medium Throw from ElFuerte with Queen's Regulations.
? Strange Hit! ?
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There's a definite grunt from the burly Brit as his foot fails to connect. All that kinetic energy, the chain of motion, hitting nothing but air again! He looks down, squinting at the remarkably horizontal El Fuerte, before things take a decidedly nasty turn!
"Oh no," he manages, before further sound is muffled by the meeting of face and Luchador privates. They're even smaller than he'd imagined, and why he imagined them is a story for his psychiatrist! A last second attempt to bash the Mexican away isn't fast enough; he's sent for that ride!
And what a ride it proves. The kinetic chain works against him, and he's flung, flipping twice in the air before slamming down harshly into a rack full of rice. It's not as comfortable a landing as it appears; some of that rice is sharp! But it seems it didn't hurt him too badly. Though groggy, and perhaps dizzy, he attempts to get back to his feet.
Well the crowd is at least starting to get their money's worth now. Both men are knocked pretty loopy at the moment and staggering, though El Fuerte finally seems to be getting himself under control just a bit faster. It probably helps that he isn't the one that was thrown into the rack of rice. "Oh yeah! Crazy Zhin is the best much like the Hurricane of the Gulf!" he says with a laugh that is a bit less boisterous sounding than normal. He is feeling pretty run down between all this jumping about and being slammed.
He takes a deep breath and then he points to Preston. "All right! Let's kick things up a notch, amigo!" he says and he thrusts a finger in the air. "DYYYYYNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMIC COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKING TIME!" Forward he leaps as Preston is still trying to get to his feet. This time he is soon to be met with two booted feet coming right for his mush. He might have an appetite, but these are not delicious.....though they might taste better than some of El Fuerte's food.
COMBATSYS: Preston endures ElFuerte's Light Kick.
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Getting back to his feet is by no means made easy thanks to the incoming projectile that is EL FUERTE, CHEF EXTRAORDINAIRE! Rising up, Preston sees the boots coming -- and he just goes with it, leaning forward to take the strike across his sweaty cheek and down onto his collarbone instead. As the boots strike, he knows he's reached his limit, just about! And with that, he pushes his reserves into overtime.
Beneath El Fuerte, a massive well of blue-white chi bursts upwards like a fountain, aimed to catch the fighter just after making contact -- and send the Luchador up into the ceiling!
It's on the way down that Preston will be waiting, oar in hand, to clobber the chef some distance away! He'll kick it up a notchw ith his second-to-last breath!
COMBATSYS: Preston successfully hits ElFuerte with Azimuth Circle.
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Feet hit in a very sloid blow only for El Fuerte to find himself not being able to fell the larger fighter. This many truely is a meatwall much like some of the legends El Fuerte has fought in a ring. He would almost say the man is wrestler material, but he might offend the Brit. Not like he has much time to say anything. He instead soon finds himself blasted upwards by the gathering of chi that he wasn't even paying attention to. He flails about in the air, but even worse is he can't do much aside from being slapped by that oar and he is sent flying off across the building.
He goes tumbling back and actually starts looking like he is going to slam into the wall. It is amazing he has enough wits about him as he twists about and curls up as he impacts on the wall and then he pushes off of it as he comes sliding right across the ground, he twirls about and extends his legs with an attempt to just slide right into Preston's legs and take the man off his feet once again. "CALAMARI.....SLIDE!"
COMBATSYS: Preston just-defends ElFuerte's Calamari Slide!
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Preston is still busy doing that classic 'watch where the ball lands with your hand shielding the sun from your eyes' stance when El Fuerte ricochets off the wall and starts coming back at him! "Ooooh no," he declares, and buries the oar he's holding down in front of him. It's enough to stop the intended slide in its tracks -- and save his ankles as well!
His bare toes wriggle backwards, having felt more than just the air with how close that strike was to connecting. "You've got a lot of spunk, little guy! Would you exchange it for height?"
Normally, he'd work that into a pun of some sort for what he's about to do next. But on his last legs like he is, he instead keeps it simple. That oar is snapped off, the handle torn clear and raised high. He then swings it down, aiming for El Fuerte's masked face!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte interrupts Crushing Strike from Preston with El Fuerte Dynamite.
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Preston 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 ElFuerte
The luchador rises to his feet after he realizes his slide is not going to work well at all. And despite as tired and beaten he is at this point he seems like he is in no mood to stay down just yet. "Of course not, amigo! The Hurricane of the Gulf may lose energy if he was bigger!" he declares despite the fact hurricanes are stronger the bigger they are normally. Hey, he isn't paid to make sense. If he was he wouldn't be a wrestler.
He then leans in low as he goes wide eyed. He watches as that broken piece of oar comes at him and he actually leaps forward, meeting Preston head on and twisting to where the bit of oar slams into the top of a shoulder instead. "EL FUERTE!" he cries out loudly as he suddenly begins to pummel Preston with a flurry of punches and flip kicks. He then steps back and slings himself high into the air and twists about, aiming to land his full weight on top of Preston and just slam him in between luchador and ground. "DYNAMIIIIIITE!"
It all comes crashing down, right onto his face. Preston feels sure that he can fell the Luchador with this final strike; El Fuerte has other ideas. Instead, the David of this battle rises up against Goliath, which is pretty harsh to describe Preston as but there it is. Rising up, Fuerte unleashes that plethora of blows, those spinning kicks, staggering the burly Brit in place.
It culminates with that final leaping twist, and like a drill the chef demolishes the Pacific High student, the momentum and the force enough to drive him down into the ground -- where he doesn't get back up!
The fight is over! There's a winner! There's going to be food! "--ow my back," goes the Briton!
COMBATSYS: Preston takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Preston can no longer fight.
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Usually the quick fighter bounces right back up after landing on top of someone like that, but he seems to be pretty spent as well as he rolls off and lays on his back for a few moments to catch his breath. He only needs a short while and he kips back to his feet and almost falls right back forward onto his face. He manages to keep his balance and he points a finger in the air. "And remember, Crazy Zhin is the best place for...." he trails off and can't really remember what it was he was going to say. The place is a mess and most fans have moved away from all the chaos leaving the fight officials looking and Zhin himself there. The latter is once again glad he has pretty much the best insurance policy of any person that ever lived.
And yet somehow through it all that platter of paella that the chef brought in remains on one of the few unbroken tables. They are just there for the taking since Fuerte has even forgotten about those after being beaten on so much. Instead he is off staggering with arms raised. "On to the next challenge for the Hurricane of the G-" Thud, he finally just runs out of energy and lands flat on his face.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:25:15 11/19/2010 by ElFuerte, and last modified on 11:49:16 12/02/2010.