Description: El Fuerte is a man on a mission: a mission to find out who on earth destroyed his beautiful restaurant. His only clues are a photograph of a terrible red long-nosed mask and a nervous Chinese detective insisting that whoever was wearing it is absolutely responsible for everything. Unfortunately, his foray into Asahishoubu to seek out this strange character will not yet meet with success. But perhaps he will find some satisfaction in encountering, and working with, likely the only entity in the known universe which would gladly consume his cooking until the end of days. Before they eat, however, Fuerte and Varvara must face a legend of the Sunshine City wrestling circuit. Will their complementary desires foster the teamwork they require? (WINNERS: El Fuerte and Varvara)
Abobo is not happy. There's been so much crazy stuff going on in the world, and in Southtown, that people have forgotten all about him. He's Abobo! He's gonna be the guy in charge someday, and people need to learn to respect and fear him! And beating up some fighters will help his reputation. At least, that's the way Roxy explained it.
Currently, Abobo is back in his locker room, preparing for the fight. He frowns, then reaches back and punches a sandbag so hard that it snaps the chain, flies across the room and the punches a hole in the wall. Yeah. Yeah! That's what he's gonna do!
Varvara's fortune might be turning around for the better - if she even believed in the concept. Some tournament thing? Money, money, money. She needs the money. She did not even read the fine print too well, but some of those words in English are too complex for her to grasp anyway. Little does she know that she is extending herself simply for the entire amusement of viewers with absolutely nothing in the way of personal compensation.
She's sharing a locker room with El Fuerte. Considering they are not of the same gender, this alone may prove plenty awkward. (Given her, um, "looks" or lack thereof, though, well... maybe it's not going to be that big a problem. Maybe?)
She's at least made some half-hearted attempt at looking clean and wearing clothes that aren't torn and bloody, and isn't more than ten minutes out of a rare warm shower, munching on three candy bars at once that she just up and punched out of a vending machine just to have something to chew on before the fight. She hasn't eaten all day.
She wonders how many of those candy bars she could buy outright with the prize money that doesn't actually even exist beyond her own assumptions.
Varvara and Fuerte's locker room has been missing one thing and that is the energetic luchador. Was he shy about sharing a room with a woman?! Did he get lost!? Had he finally found Iron Chef KARATE!? No, alas he did not find that man yet and he is far from lost. At least that means Varavara gets relative peace for the most part to get ready. That is of course until there is a weird rattle in one of the lockers. A rattle that grows louder as the locker begins to vibrate pretty much.
That is when the door explodes off the locker and El Fuerte bursts out soon behind to land on the door and surf it forward right towards Varvara. "HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he shouts as each hand is holding a pie that is presented to the woman as the door and luchador come to a stop just a few inches from her. "I bring a gift for my partner today so she can have as much energy as the Hurricane of the Gulf!" Hey, no money, but at least she seems to be getting food. Nevermind the fact that apple pie contains about ten different types of hot peppers in it as well.
The pies might not even survive being set down, but that is his intention. To let them rest on a bench as he poses. "Are you ready to do battle!?" he asks with a wide grin as he turns about and he points towards the exit. "The crowd is going crazy! It shall be fun!"
A short while after El Fuerte's eruption from the lockers, there's a knock on the door and a young woman steps in. She's an attractive blonde, wearing a white blouse and black necktie... and then red pants with knee high black leather boots, and studded leather armbands and wristbands. She's smiling quite cheerfully, though. "Hello, I hope you've both found everything to meet your needs! I just have a little paperwork for you both." She hands a large envelope to El Fuerte, then another one to Varvara, still smiling. "Well, I think that's it, then. Please, take a look at that before you head out. Oh, but there's some confidential information in there for each of you, so be careful with it." And then she's suddenly out the door and gone.
Each envelope, when opened, contains a small stack of hundred dollar bills, and a letter addressed to the recipient indicating that it's a good will payment, and there's more to be had if they can ensure that their team does not win this upcoming fight.
She didn't really think so much about having a partner at first. Probably someone else just like her, she bets, someone who has to fight to get through life while the crowds cheer outside to watch her get further scarred, to shed blood, just for their jollies. A scowl-worthy thought that is halted by something wondrous.
Well, at first it's worrying, someone just popping out of a locker. An ambush? She drops into her fighting stance at the suspicious noise and, soon enough, the sudden dramatic entrance of El Fuerte... whom stops just in front of her to offer her pie! Her eyes widen.
Shirtless good-looking guy + immediate delivery of edible goods = :D
Maybe even <3
There's no thanks given to El Fuerte's gesture other than her immediately cramming the rest of the candy bars into her mouth to swallow as soon as possible so she can just dig into these pies - too spicy for the vast majority, but for someone who has foregone the concept, nay, the /need/ for good taste as opposed to pure sustenance, these pies are a godsend. Regretfully, she only has two hands and needs to set one dow--
Ah, screw it, she bites into whatever container those pies might be in, if any, in a truly sloppy and barbaric display of eating. Both those pies are going to be gone in absolutely record time. How in the hell can a woman her size eat so much so fast, anyway?
She's licking her fingers when the young woman steps in, instinctively stepping closer to El Fuerte as if to suggest she does not get to enjoy the magical food vending machine that is El Fuerte, as though the pretty face is a threat.
She receives the envelope without a word other than a warning glance and gives it a nice look-over... ooh, money, not as much as she was hoping for but money is money and... hmm, even more if they don't win?
$$$$!!!
As fast as those pies are devoured impresses El Fuerte. He can only grin wider as it seems he got that recipe perfect this time around! Usually everyone runs away looking for the nearest body of water to jump into from the heat. This woman just downed two and didn't even wince afterwards. "Ahahaha! Such an appetite. You should come to my restaraunt sometime!" The possible future of his restaurant might be getting flushed down the toilet right about now. Not that he will notice. He is kinda distracted by the woman that comes in and offers the envelopes.
The luchador opens his and he frowns quite a bit as he looks things over. "A bribe!? THEY WANT TO BRIBE THE HURRICANE OF THE GULF!?" Varvara is given another stroke of good luck in the fact he just tosses envelope away meaning she can easily grab the money from it. It seems El Fuerte has already been set off and it isn't exactly easy to make him mad.
Instead his fists clench and before his partner even realizes it that door is missing from the locker room and there is just sort of a dust cloud where Fuerte was standing. He is just a blur of energy that surges through until he is in the arena proper. He bursts onto the scene and does several flips through the air before landing in the middle of the arena and posing with a hand on his hip and the other hand in the air with his index finger poiting skyward. "You cannot bribe the Hurricane of the Gulf! El Fuerte is here to fight and that can only mean one thiiiiiing!" he cries out and thrusts his other hand in the air. "DYNAMIC COOKING TIME!"
The arena floor begins to slowly vibrate, and after a few moments of series of dull thuds can be heard, growing closer and closer. Then, at the large doors leading from the locker room area to the main arena, a torso appears. After a moment, Abobo ducks and manages to slip through the doorframe. He then continues up to the ring with a slow, steady tread.
Upon reaching the ring, the massive man just lifts one leg and steps over the ropes without any need for jumping or climbing. He then leans forward, looming over El Fuerte. The man is massive. Eight feet tall, dark skinned and a wall of muscle. He's bald except for a ponytail, and has a small beard. He's wearing a... pink tanktop with a white heart on it, brown canvas pants, and a pair of shoes that, despite being pink, look sturdy enough to kick through a wall. On each of his wrists is a heavy steel manacle, and he's wearing a pair of small, square lensed glasses.
Abobo continues to observe El Fuerte for a moment, while he builds up what to say. "Abobo is the strongest there is. Abobo will smash you, and then everyone will know how tough Abobo is!"
Oh she will be coming to that restaurant. If El Fuerte isn't careful she'll be /living/ there especially if he's going to bring her free food regularly. Any burning sensations in her mouth, tongue, or throat is ignored in the face of simply having something in her stomach to begin with.
When El Fuerte just throws away his envelope full of cash, what's she to do? Take it, of course. It's almost like El Fuerte is now some kind of magical everything-I-ever-want dispenser from El Fuerte. First so much free food, and now money he doesn't even want.
She's in the best mood she has been in a good long while. She goes on ahead and eats the two letters and envelopes, while she's at it. By the time she's approaching the ring, she's still swallowing down the last of that slushy mess of paper that, at minimum, guarantees confidentiality of the bribe attempt in question.
There is a moment of hesitation when she sees how big the guy is - is that guy even human? That tall, that /big/. Tch, why did they even need to bribe if he's /that/ big? She'd be amazed if she could even get both her arms around one of his.
Whatever, she thinks, as her own entrance is much more subdued in comparison to the Hurricane of the Gulf, crawling into the ring before raising her arms with her palms facing down, one knee slightly bent and raised.
"Erroso," she utters once in a quiet tone of voice as per the usual traditions.
It isn't long and El Fuerte soon finds out who he and his partner are supposed to face and....wow. He is massive. Sure El Fuerte has fought some large fighters in the past. He has fought Zangief and Hugo and they are kinda tiny in comparison to this large warrior. Even still El Fuerte seems to stand there as tall as he can and even then he comes up to the waist of Abobo pretty much. He extends a finger and wags it at the much larger man. "You obviously are in need of a lesson on who you are dealing with!"
That lesson might just be starting now. He doesn't even wait for an official or the like. Instead he is more determined to get the drop on the larger fighter with or without the help of Varvara. He is just zipping by to slide on his knees between the legs of Abobo. He does put out an arm to try to get it around the calf of the left leg and pull it out from under the giant in an attempt to topple him. "The Hurricane of the Gulf does not fear even the largest of men!" he declares while doing this.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Abobo has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Varvara has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Abobo blocks ElFuerte's Quick Throw.
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A good plan. The bigger they are, the harder they fall, as they say. Unfortunately, that does require knocking them over first. And as El Fuerte finds, it's not that easy to knock Abobo over. He does get to grab Abobo's leg and tug at it, as the massive man is a bit slow to respond to the sudden attack. However, the leg doesn't appear to be going anyway.
It takes a few moments for Abobo to catch up on recent events, then look down at El Fuerte. He then reaches down, attempting to grab El Fuerte by the shoulder with one massive hand, heft him up off the ring, and then hurl him away.
Does that man actually /need/ his assistants to bribe people to lose to him? Look at how El Fuerte can't even make him budge. Even knowing full well that losing gets her more money, she hesitates - a rarity - against someone who is clearly much more powerful. A league greater than all those random small school-age girls with those flashy lights. There's no telling how many differences in weight classes there are between the her and El Fuerte - combined - against the gigantic Abobo.
She edges in cautiously from the other angle, having enough forethought that if they want to pay her for taking a fall, she ought to look convincing. What's another scar to her now? Keeping her arms up (as little good as they might do defensively because LOOK HOW BIG THAT GUY IS), she sweeps a foot out to Abobo's right foot with sudden speed, like a tiny little gnat against an elephant's heel.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte blocks Abobo's Goodbye.
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The luchador is trying his best to tug and get that leg to budge. That is why he doesn't seem to realize he is being grabbed until he is lifted in the air and goes flying away. "I'll be baaaaaaa-" goes the cry as he disappears into the crowd. This could be bad for Varvara. Was he already defeated by the large monster of a man!? COULD THIS BE THE END OF OUR HERO!? No, that comes later from the looks of it as the shouting can be heard as Fuerte is being launched out of the crowd and back towards Abobo.
"-aaaaaaaaaaaaack!" Speaking of back that is where he seems to be aiming as he sails forward and slings both feet forward to slam into the small of Abobo's back with as much force as he can put into it. "Is that all you have! This is going to be a long day for you, amigo." he says with a laugh as he tries to push off and flip about to land on top of a rope and balance on it.
COMBATSYS: Abobo dodges Varvara's Swollen Foot.
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COMBATSYS: Abobo fails to interrupt Strong Kick from ElFuerte with Destruction.
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It's unclear if Abobo even realizes exactly what Varvara is doing, once she manages to sneak out of his direct line of sight. Either way, he ends up moving his foot out of the way as he turns and takes a step toward the returning El Fuerte. He reaches out with one hand, attempting to grab the lucha right out of the air. And he almost does, too, except El Fuerte's foot impacts with his chest before he can close his grip.
The giant's body slowly rocks back, but it looks like it might not be enough to knock him down... but then the extra force of El Fuerte flipping off to the ropes is enough to shift Abobo too far off balance, and he falls over with a thud that shakes the entire ring.
Her foot catches nothing. Her ears catch everything with El Fuerte screaming about he'll be back when she was certain he was probably as good as gone, and-- just like that, he's on Abobo, Abobo tips over, and...
Let's say she wasn't ready for the impact.
The thunderous shaking of the ring knocks her clean off her feet and onto the canvas, where she rolls up along closer to Abobo with his right hand basically right in front of her. If he was of half a mind, he could probably just reach up and crush her head with next to no effort.
But, really, El Fuerte, able to knock the guy down? She looks to Abobo with narrowed eyes. What if those muscles were just all for show?
She chances fate as she brings both her hands to one of his enormous fingers and tries to bend it back while in a seated position.
Ah hah! So the big man can be taken down. Of course El Fuerte never really thought things through on what might happen when Abobo goes down. That giant man slams down on the ring and everything goes shaking and El Fuerte soon finds himself launched off the ropes and into the air where he flails for a moment then remembers he is in a good place now. The air is his friend and while the big man is down he should keep up his attack and not give Abobo time to recover.
While Varvara tickles a pinky or whatever she is doing El Fuerte is twirling in the air and he directs himself to where he is coming down right towards Abobo. "TOSTADA!" he cries out loudly as he comes crashing downwards onto Abobo with as much force as his tiny body can muster when bellyflopping right on top of the big wrestler. "PRESSSSSSSSSS!"
COMBATSYS: Abobo blocks Varvara's Quick Throw.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Abobo with Tostada Press.
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For a few moments, Abobo lies on his back staring at the ceiling. Trying to work out what just happened. And as he figures it out, a frown crosses his face. His hands clench into fists, with sufficent strength to make Varvara's attack rather less effective. Hopefully she gets her hands out in time. And then he sees El Fuerte coming in from above.
Abobo starts to rise, but then Fuerte lands on top of him, pushing him back down. But then Abobo does surge to his feet, giving an angry roar before turning around to face his opponents. "Abobo will smash you!" He roars again, beating both hands against his chest. Then he lifts them above his head before lunging forward to smash both fists into the floor. Well away from El Fuerte, though. But... the entire ring shakes, and one can almost see another vibration running across the floor. Then the ring under El Fuerte's feet suddenly explodes upwards from a shockwave, sending bits of wood, metal and canvas flying into the air.
In clenching his fists, Abobo also ends up inadvertedly flipping Varvara over onto the mat which shows pretty plainly that okay, maybe he's not a complete wuss like El Fuerte has gone and made him out to be - even as he goes and keeps the momentum in their favor. The problem lies in the fact that he's so friggin' big that it's hard for her to think of any place she can reliably /do/ anything to him in terms of holds, clutches, or much of anything other than ineffectually punch at him.
El Fuerte is a man of great technical skill that can work with that sort of thing. Varvara is barely any better than just a thug with some martial arts training, if even /that/ - and one that is in the middle of being bribed. The ring shakes before she can even get back up to her feet, popping her into the air towards Abobo's back.
Even with her vastly inferior skill to both men, there is still some degree of technique to the way she strikes, the way she moves - thrusting out both her legs in the momentum of her freefall towards the small of Abobo's back.
It's still a fight, as much as it is one she'd rather lose for all that money!
COMBATSYS: Abobo successfully hits ElFuerte with Flea Catch.
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The luchador seems to be getting overconfident? It is hard to tell. He is usually always grinning, but this a very WIDE grin. Did that woman really think he would throw this fight for something so nonsensical like money? Not even a secret recipe of deliciousness would make the Hurricane of the Gulf lie down. Of course what might make him lie down is the concussive force of the blast that sends him sailing off again. He was tryig to jump out of the way, but he just couldn't get his body turned properly in mid air and instead El Fuerte is sent once again into the crowd.
He bursts from the crowd again and he goes flying towards the ring. "You cannot get rid of me that easily!" he declares and he seeks to get his hands on that ponytail and he uses his weight to tug downwards with hopefully enough force to slam the big guy back down on the mat. Or if anything Abobo might soon lose what hair he has. That might be bad.
COMBATSYS: Abobo blocks ElFuerte's Medium Throw.
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COMBATSYS: Abobo interrupts Heavy Kick from Varvara with Fierce Kick.
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Abobo's head gets pulled back as El Fuerte's weight is applied to his hair, but he manages to shake his head about while flailing behind himself with both arms, trying to either swat or crush El Fuerte. "Let go!" He growls, spinning about in an attempt to dislodge the lucha. This leads to him turning around enough to see Varvara flying at him.
Now, Abobo's far from smart, but he is capable in some areas. And one of those is that he /does/ know his own strength, thanks. And he knows how to apply it. Not with finesse... but he rarely needs it. He rears back lifting up one leg, and then meets Varvara's two flying feet with one of his own, that's larger than both of hers put together.
Foot meets feet, and inch for inch, the winner is clear as it shoots past her legs and gets her - rather literally - in the butt.
A very loud, pained yell echoes through the arena as she is punted up against one of the corners with enough force that it almost explodes into plastic shrapnel, the thuggish woman (very much out-thugged) collapsed into a bruised, half-conscious heap. They're just about ready to count her out if not for how she's still trying to push herself up, even with the back of her head cut open. First blood, folks. First blood.
Fighting instinct takes over what little reason she had to hold back, as if she were feeling genuinely threatened for her life after one such incredible kick. She might not even be able to sit down for days! As she stumbles along back towards the fight, she starts to throw out a bunch of punches - rapid-fire, relentless - up against whatever part of Abobo ends up in front of her. She's not being particular about where he's punching him, she's just trying to punch him a whole friggin' lot.
For a moment the luchador feels like Tarzan as he swings about like that. Alas momentum has been lost and there is no reason to keep hanging around like that. Even worse is Abobo seems to be in rampage mode. Fuerte has already felt his wrath and Varvara just did too from the looks of it. "Do not worry! If we win I will make us both dinner to celebrate! A giant buffet of delicious foods!" he calls out to Varvara. She seemed to like the pie so perhaps the promise of more would motivate her.
What he does next his back will probably hate him for very soon. In an attempt to get the attention of the big guy Fuerte goes to try and ram himself into the side of one of the big man's legs and knock him off balance. Basically the attempt is if he manages to get the big guy to fall El Fuerte is going to catch him on his shoulders pretty much just long enough to fall sideways and plant Abobo head and shoulders first onto the mat. "TEPACHE BOOOOMB!" Yes, it is not his normal way of doing it, but when fighting a elephant one has to change things up.
COMBATSYS: Abobo endures Varvara's Binding Seeds.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Abobo with Tepache Bomb.
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Abobo grunts as Varvara flits about, punching him repeatedly. Each individual punch doesn't hurt a lot, but they add up. And even Abobo has some spots that are more vulnerable than others. He swipes at her, but moving around and hitting multiple areas seems to be a good strategy against him, since he seems to be unable to catch her.
And turning about to try to smash Varvara leaves Abobo open to El Fuerte's attack. With his feet moving he's not as well balanced, and the lucha's charge manages to send him slowly toppling over, and then get slammed into the mat.
He lies there for a moment, and then there's a low growl that slowly gets louder. The mountain of the man lurches to his feet with a roar, then slams his foot into the arena hard enough to make the whole thing shudder. "Abobo's the strongest there is! Abobo will SMASH YOU!" And then, eyes blazing behind his glasses, he lunges toward El Fuerte, reaching out to grab the Mexican by the head with one massive hand...
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte parries Abobo's Ultra War Path!
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And each punch for her is like punching something harder than solid rock, each punch resulting in her knuckles or wrist receiving tinges of utter pain with every strike. One on one, there is no mistake, Abobo is pretty close to being the worst matchup for her imaginable.
Abobo's booming voice rings in her ears, his threat loud enough that she winces as she slips under his grasp (never mind that he's going for El Fuerte)... as is El Fuerte's promise for a great buffet if they win, and all of a sudden she forgets why she was motivated to lose - moments before being bowled over or pushed aside by Abobo's bulk - attempts to get one of her arms around that giant, big-ass neck of his to somehow get him to hunch down even lower so she can just drive a fist into that head and be done with it.
The worst part of all of this is that Abobo may have actually had a better chance if El Fuerte wasn't offered a bribe. It seems to have hit an overdrive switch on the luchador and he is being quite more tenacious than normal even. Given the fact he just threw a man easily double his size, and then some, to the mat goes to show how much the adrenaline is running through the luchador right about now. "Good job, amigo! We got his taken care of!" he gives a thumbs up with Varvara before suddenly there is the shadow of one very angry Abobo that he is standing in.
He looks down at the shadow and back up in time to see those hands reach out to grab him. That is when Fuerte jumps in the air and lands on one hand and actually rubs along the arm of Abobo as he flips forward to get his arms around the neck of the giant. If he manages to get a grip he just begins twirling around and around at high speed in a dizzying manner to gain momentum to take the man off his feat and actually toss him out of the ring. "BEGONE!"
COMBATSYS: Varvara successfully hits Abobo with Minotaur Slayer.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Abobo with Propeller Tortilla EX.
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It's quite a scene for a moment there. Abobo has one arm extended, with El Fuerte running up it, while he's starting to bend over backwards as Varvara hauls down on his neck. A fist slams into his head just before El Fuerte gets to his neck and starts spinning around and around. If nothing else, the attack should at least make Abobo dizzy. But then he gets launched.
A few spectators who are paying particularly good attention and have good reflexes are the first to start fleeing, and some of the slower folks end up having to dive for cover or be yanked out of the way as the huge man comes falling down onto the seating with a huge crash.
But still, a moment later Abobo sits up. And he doesn't look happy. El Fuerte is getting on his nerves by refusing to be smashed. "Stay still so Abobo can smash you!" He tenses his legs, then leaps a surprising distance into the air, back toward the ring. The amount of force required causes the spectator seating to collapse even further.
And now Abobo is falling down toward the ring like some kind of apocalyptic meteor, both hands raised to smash El Fuerte into, and quite possibly through, the ring.
With Abobo clear of the ring, Varvara hunches over while trying to catch at least a bit of her breath. That launch into the turnbuckle did more than a small number on her. Is he out? Is he out? She's not even particularly hungry at this moment, but gluttony is making her wish that it /is/ over so El Fuerte can get about making a whole buffet.
If Naerose comes within fifty feet of them right now, swear to God, she will probably murder her because far as she cares, El Fuerte is /hers/. She has a slight bit of introspection in thinking she might be forgetting about something.
It's not about the fact that someone's already been launched out of the ring and back, but she does legitimately forget about this fact - which makes it all the greater surprise as Abobo's huge size drowns out the lights. In his shadow, there is Varvara, eyes wide, teeth clenched, a cold sweat running down her face.
She dives off to the side almost immediately from the seeming point of impact, not wanting to be anywhere /near/ where he lands.
COMBATSYS: Varvara takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Abobo successfully hits ElFuerte with Hammer Crush.
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El Fuerte is standing in the ring laughing and he does a little dance as he folds his arms over his chest. "The Hurricane of the Gulf is a dangerous enemy! You should give up while you can!" he comes to a full circle and he goes a bit wide eyed right as he sees Abobo coming straight down at him. And while Varvara manages to get the hell out of the ring El Fuerte looks like he is crushed from the impact despite trying to get out of the ring as well. The whole arena shakes from impact and the ring collapses in on itself. More importantly Abobo feels the satisfaction of feeling one crushed Mexican under him.
At least for a moment. Soon Abobo finds that said Mexican is missing. Oh that hurt like a sonovabitch, but it seems like it hasn't done enough to keep the tireless luchador down. He is hard to spot for anyone as he just zips about at high speed and as Abobo starts to stand that is when there is a ping up in the lights and downwards comes El Fuerte feet first aiming to land right on the shoulders of the much bigger man. Oh this can't be good.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Abobo with El Fuerte Flying Giga Buster.
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Varvara 0/-------/=======|
It is one of those moments where people will talk about it, but no one is quite sure if it really happened in this case. "EL FUERTE!" the luchador cries as he thrusts a finger in the air to signal the unleashing of one of his most devastating moves, but the crowd is just in disbelief. He can't lift the big guy for that, can he? "FLYIIIIIIIIIIIING!" Mouths just drop as El Fuerte drops down and starts spinning around the neck of Abobo again and he tugs down to land on his feet and his momentum actually takes the man off his feet and the behemoth is thrown skywards. El Fuerte leaps upwards and while he can't do the normal grab he still gets his legs around the neck of Abobo and he comes flipping downwards before delivering one giant frankensteiner to the much larger foe "GIIIIIGAAAAAAAAAA BUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Abobo is definitely not used to being flipped about in the air. For a moment, he's too confused to even be mad. And then his head impacts with the ring, with the entire weight of his body behind it, and he's too unconcious to be mad. But it only lasts for an instant. Possible brain trauma Abobo down slowing possibly? Bah!
One huge hand slams down onto the mat for support, while another reaches out to grab El Fuerte by the face. Abobo's a bit too battered to pull off what he was going to try before, but he's still got some smashing in him.
Varvara's gotten out of that ring, and by the sound of Abobo hitting mat, she should be happy she's not there even with El Fuerte triumphantly screaming the name of one of his very finest techniques - if not the finest - adds another unpleasant impact wave that shudders through the entire arena. Something that ends up a surprise when she tries to get back into the ring, only to be shaken just right out.
With a growl, she's up on her feet and trying to climb in again, just in time to watch an injured Abobo go for El Fuerte's face and... oh, it's not gonna be pretty to watch, is it.
COMBATSYS: Varvara takes no action.
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Abobo 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 ElFuerte
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Varvara 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Abobo successfully hits ElFuerte with Destruction.
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Varvara 0/-------/=======|
Abobo smiles grimly when he feels his hand close on something. Hopefully it's El Fuerte, but he doesn't really feel like checking! Using his grip on the lucha's head, Abobo slams him into the ring three times in quick succession, then lurches to his feet. He uses his free hand to punch the wrestler into the air, then draws back his right fist to slam into El Fuerte as he falls to send him flying away.
Poor Varvara. What is left of the ring is just shaking all about so it isn't too easy to get in at all. More he is also surprised that somehow Abobo is still up after all of the punishment that has been dished out. "Hah! You should have stayed mnf!" He doesn't get to finish since his head is soon gripped by a large hand and he is made into a ragdoll and slung away off to the side. Back into the crowd the luchador lands and kind of lays there. It looks like all the energy is finally starting to fade. It looks like he might be down for the count.
That is until a drink vendor happening by is gripped by a weakened hand and he is dragged over which causes him to spill a few bottles of water and ice on El Fuerte. The luchador's eyes go wide and he pops back to his feet. "Hah! A wake up call is all I need! You are large, but you cannot beat me!" Of course despite all the boasting he is kinda wobbly on his legs and he is holding his ground at least for a moment. He needs to figure out why there are three Abobos right about now.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte gains composure.
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Abobo 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 ElFuerte
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Varvara 0/-------/=======|
Abobo is not happy. These people just seem determined to not be smashed. This isn't how it's supposed to go. The huge man looks around with an angry glare. El Fuerte is off in the audience, though, so that means the first one to have Abobo's attention fall on them is Varvara. She hasn't been making Abobo as angry as El Fuerte, but hey, they're working together, so she needs to be dealt with. And Abobo really only has one approach for dealing with things.
He stomps over toward Varvara, his right hand curling into a fist. Really, it'd be hard /not/ to see what's coming. But that's not the tricky part. Dealing with it is. Abobo draws back his arm and as he gets close enough (and the man has quite a long reach) he brings his fist swinging around in a blow intended to just keep going like Varvara's skull isn't even there.
COMBATSYS: Varvara interrupts Strong Punch from Abobo with Hill of Futility.
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Varvara 1/----===/=======|
Grabbing onto a rope for at least some vague semblance of stability as Abobo makes the whole thing shudder three times, she falls to her knees while El Fuerte's been tossed out of the ring by all appearances after that nasty series of slams - even though she thinks that might be him shouting about something or another from the crowd. To the full extent she might be willing to really ever think about anything, this being Varvara and all.
She draws closer with significant reluctance on her part, because he's still big and he's still going and the stomping of feet shakes the ring yet again and she's trying to remember what it was that's supposed to get her more money or food.
The beast meets the... no, she's not a beauty, in fact, let's just say they're both beasts of different stripes. Please. That woman should never be ever seen as the picture of any sort of beauty.
Ahem.
The bigger one unleashes that arm, and for a moment the Cypirot is but a ragdoll pasted up against that giant fist, nose shattered in a visceral spray of blood and her entire right face nothing more than one huge-ass bruise, her feet skidding along the mat until her back is up against the ropes. Any further back and he could damn well snap her in two if the ropes don't give out.
It's a shock reaction that sees her getting both her arms around just the manacle, the ropes holding just long enough to give her support as her heels peek out the side of the ring. The absolutely unthinkable happens to those watching - a 5'3" lady, albeit one built like a brick outhouse, manages to heft Abobo above her for that brief moment. It only happens because of the leverage, a fault of the man extending so much of himself into that blow.
Those in the audience box near the ring are ready to run like hell in having to deal with yet /another/ body coming their way, as the ropes finally give out and Varvara tumbles out the side of the ring with her arms still around Abobo's giant forearm.
Usually, she picks up the opponent and repeats this /again/, but in it lies an issue. Abobo is just too big for her. Much like how the motion echoes the futility of Sisyphus in serving his sentence, after a few more seconds of trying to heft him she relaxes, releasing his arm while gasping for breath.
Foolishly, she does not do much of anything about getting out of reach of said hand.
Is quite a sight to behold. Being able to stand still for just a few moments allows El Fuerte to watch as Abobo goes right for the much smaller Varvara and the two just exchange vicious blows. It is enough to almost make El Fuerte wince, but instead he jumps and lands on some poor fan's shoulders as he fistpumps a few times. "That is a true warrior's spirit, amigo!" he calls out to her and he us suddenly running down the shoulders of fans to get back to the arena part proper just in case she needs some help.
He leaps up high in the air and comes landing next to his partner in this fight and he wants to see what might have just happened with Abobo at this point. Is the man finally down or is he going to just keep coming? Well now he has the very bad luck of both fighters being ready for him instead of Varvara having the bad luck of not being able to ge into the ring properly. "Maybe they should have taken that bribe money and got you a proper trainer, big man. If you like I could teach you!" he says with a bit more laughter.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte takes no action.
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Abobo twitches slightly where he has fallen. "...Abobo..." There's a pause for just a moment and then suddenly the mountain of a man surges to his feet yet again, broken bits of seating cascading off of him. "Will smash you!" Accusations of bribery fall on deaf ears. Even if Abobo had actually heard what El Fuerte was saying, he'd still probably need some explanation to know what he was talking about, and then for it to sink in.
All he knows is that his entire body hurts, and the last thing he can remember is some pain being inflicted by Varvara. Who is right there. With another roar he reaches out, attempting to close one meaty hand around her head.
COMBATSYS: Abobo can no longer fight.
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Varvara 1/-----==/=======|
COMBATSYS: Abobo knocks away Varvara with War Path!
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And once he manages to grab Varvara, Abobo lifts her up high, then smashes her into the floor, shattering the seating area even further. He does this two more times. Then he lifts her up over his head, grabbing her shoulder with one hand and a leg with the other, then slams her entire body into the floor twice, then he hurls her blindly over his shoulders.
And then he turns toward El Fuerte, reaching out for him. "Abobo... Abobo will smash... smash you..." Somehow, no matter how far he reaches, El Fuerte seems to be receeding off into the distance. And it's getting so dark...
Still with his arm outstretched, Abobo falls forward into the rubble that used to be a fair sized section of spectator seating.
Varvara, in comparison to El Fuerte, is not the picture of peppy spirit. She fights because that's about all she knows how to do. The few crowds that aren't horrified that she can see through the eye that's on the side of the face not swollen and bruised, they cheer. They're happy to watch someone /else/ get scarred, get hurt, sacrifice their dignity to make ends meet.
She scowls at mention of the bribe thing - that's right, they're supposed to lose if they want even more of that money! Even more money. The threat over being smashed echoes through her ears, but she is much too close to Abobo's hand, and too winded to move quickly enough to move away from it.
Throwing the fight is one thing. Being completely brutalized is another as she is lifted high and then into the shattered, splintered, twisted wreck of a spectator area, each successive slam more painful than the first. There's an agonized cry somewhere in that mess.
It's not even over! She nearly feels like her leg is being pulled out the socket, to say nothing of being bludgeoned against wood, steel, and a single piece of popcorn she has the basic presence of mind to get in her lips.
Hurled over his shoulder, she finds herself landing on the uneven staircase with a bone or two easily fracturing on impact in a truly brutal display while blood still continues to pour out her nose. Her consciousness swims at the overhead lights and a few of the nearby spectators showing at least some degree of empathy.
What, too real when it's up in your face, she'd ask if she were of better health as she passes out from the trauma of it all.
COMBATSYS: Varvara takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Varvara can no longer fight.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/--=====|
It seems like it one of those moments where it is just some sort of cruel fate where El Fuerte isn't the one that is punished despite being the one that was probably the bigger pain ins Abobo's rear. No, it is already the embittered fighter that gets hurt further for the crowd's enjoyment. In the end it is just the luchador that seems to be left standing as he looks at all the destruction that is scattered across the arena floor. The fans still cheer and the luchador can only do what a wrestler is trained to do. Work the crowd.
He thrusts a finger in the air. "The Hurricane of the Gulf wins again along with the help of his new friend!" Nevermind the fact he still doesn't know her name. He can find that out soon enough. Well, maybe once she wakes up! He only poses for a few photos before he staggers his way over to where Varvara is. One would think he is smart enough to leave her to the medics, but promises beat out smarts in this case. He promised Varvara a buffet so that is what she will get. He will make sure she has the best buffet of usually unedible foods to wake up to for the performance she put on. Even that he will never ask about his half of the money given. Double bonus on that end at least.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has ended the fight here.
Log created on 14:34:44 01/08/2011 by Varvara, and last modified on 18:36:59 01/14/2011.