Description: The final battle begins as Shadaloo and Wrestlefriends clash for the title of King of Fighters. Can the Hurricane of the Gulf and the Red Cyclone defeat the likes of one of Shadaloo's prized grunts and the dangerous broken doll known as Juri?
Vega drops Shadaloo_Brute.
Somewhere in the world, grips are dusting off microphones and recording sets. Chairs that have been long neglected are oiled and buffed, their precious cushions prepared for well-made-up kiesters. No, it's not the kiesters that are wearing make-up, but the announcers that said derrieres belong to! "King of Fighters? That's still going on?" one stagehand asks of another, the latter of which had apparently been dragged out of a sound sleep in his magnificent ten foot square trashpartment.
The fight's location has made it difficult to put cameras on the ground. Instead, a number of helicopters hover over the surrounding ocean, pilots trying to hold their birds as steady as possible while irritable reporters bitch at them about ruined shots.
One helicopter, obviously far more impressive (and far less civilian) than the others, descends from above. Its hull is sleek, black, and almost completely unmarked. It's the sort of blackness that makes obsidian look like a nursery color. The only reason that light seems to escape it is due to the polish lending it a glossy tint here and there. The craft doesn't land; it hovers about twenty feet off of the ground, its dual rotors kicking up plumes of dirt and twigs all about. The side hatch opens, revealing what is undoubtedly Shadaloo's team: Juri is now quite well-known here, while the others...? Where on earth did that eyepatched giant go? Could it be that Shadaloo has even greater fighters in reserve?!
"Hey, lower it more, we can't jump from up here!" The complaining man is...large. Oh, sure, lots of fighters are large, but this particular man is a beast among men. He has to hunch over just to stand inside the large chopper. That doesn't stop a certain lascivious boxer from slamming one right in the man's kidney, though! A grunt answers the hit, and then...then, he lets out this long, pleasant-sounding sigh and his cheeks flush!
It's a shame that he doesn't notice that he'd been knocked out of the helicopter with his euphoric deviance.
The Brute lands back-first on the ground, then lays sprawled, face-up. And then, he just gets right back up, bits of dirt and dead sticks falling from his bare upper body.
"You asshole! Get back down here and hit me again! Fuck!"
With an arm upraised and fist shaking, people can finally get a good look at the combatant. He must be at least ten feet tall, covered from neck to calf in ungodly swarmed of muscle as though they're flies swarming a skeleton made of rotted meat. All he wears are thick canvas pants, baggy things that are tucked into army boots...and some sort of chastity belt, by the look of its gleaming metal sheen and the giant padlocks on each hip holding the thing together.
Not everyone had the luck of being taken to the island by helicopter. Actually it is more the fact some people didn't know they could get the helicopter for an option. Instead off on one corner of the island there is a small boat tied to a tree by a rope. Given the size and how this thing should not be on the ocean would make some wonder who is crazy enough to take that damn thing. Well that can be answered in three words.
"DYNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIC!" comes a voice that grows louder as impending doom approaches. "COOOOOOOOOKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!" downwards comes a figure dressed in white with gold trim at high speed that lands right in the center of the stone circle that sends dirt and rocks flying in every which direction. "TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!"
Once the dust clears El Fuerte stands there with finger pointed in the air and hand on his hip as he keeps his dramatic pose for several seconds so the camera can capture it. He then lowers the arm and points that finger towards the large man that just came falling out of the helicopter. "I see you are the first to arrive and experience the wrath of the Hurricane of the Gulf!" he says and then shakes his head. The luchachef laughs some and then claps his hands. "I will make quick work of all of you!"
Not even the Brute's yelling and bitching can overcome El Fuerte's voice. His wagging fist comes to a slow stop and his bald head turns toward the source of the annoyance. His ugly face twists up in an expression of disbelief, with the corners of his upper lips tucking upward to reveal nasty yellowed incisors.
"You?" he scoffs, a boot scraping on the ground as he turns and heads in toward the ancient-looking stonehenge wannabe. Coming to a stop just a foot before the Mexican, to say that he towers over him would be an understatement. What is he, twice his height? Perhaps thrice his bulk? Enormous hands come to rest on his hips as he leans over, staring directly at El Fuerte from above. "What kind of fag parade did you come from? One for tiny girls, who are famous for being fags?"
His joke is apparently hilarious to him, as he starts laughing. The mirth causes his pecs to flex and jostle like some sort of hypnotic, Super Macho Man-inspired dance. "Here, you can suck on daddy's breast, girly tiny baby thing!"
Seriously, what the hell is wrong with Shadaloo?
He has been dwarfed by several fighters before and none of them have ever intimidated. This man may be bigger than Abobo, but really once you get to a certain size does it really matter? He has thrown big men before and he will find a way to throw this man around as well. He straightens up fully and still finds himself several feet short, but the large man is at least nice enough to lean forward and put his face right near El Fuerte.
So nice in fact that El Fuerte jumps upwards while leaning back, his legs lash foward as if to dropkicks the big man in the face, but instead wrap around his neck. "Little girls do not go to cigarette parades, amigo!" It seems that the insult is lost on the luchador as well. How can girls be famous for being cigarettes anyways? And why does Fuerte know British slang!? No answers are going to be given to the large fellow El Fuerte is attached to at the moment. Instead the luchador is attempting to twist hard enough to take the big man off his feet and toss him hard into the ground.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has started a fight here.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Shadaloo_Brute has joined the fight here.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Shadaloo_Brute
COMBATSYS: Shadaloo_Brute endures ElFuerte's Guacamole Leg Throw.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Shadaloo_Brute
Now Fuerte's just confused the guy. His taunts...they did nothing?! And furthermore, why has he started talking about cigarettes? The perceived shift in conversation is too much for his brain to fathom, so he just stares at the man with this utterly blank stare. It wouldn't be surprising if drool started to leak from his mouth.
So quickly, the luchachef is in motion! A hairless brow quirks up and the Brute stands tall, rooted to the spot. If this little doggy yapping boy is going to make this interesting, he'll soon see! And there he towers with spandex'd legs wrapped around his face, obscuring his ugly mug. And even still, he doesn't put up any resistance! The trip down to the ground is a long one, and when he's smashed into the ground, the poor rock floor is cracked! In the midst of it all, Fuerte should be able to hear a...a moan? No, it must have been a groan, of great pain!
"YES! You feel GOOD, little breaker boy!" The giant's arms sling out to try and pull the Mexican's head under one of his arms, to squeeze and crush his throat with those gorgeous, sweaty muscles.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Shadaloo_Brute's Guillotine Choke.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Shadaloo_Brute
Success! Now El Fuerte knows he can topple the large fighter with no problems. And he did it with such force that the man groaned in pain from just the first move! Of course now it is El Fuerte's turn to be a bit confused when he hears what the larger fighter says. It boggles him enough it almost allows the brute to grab Fuerte with ease. That arm looks so close to connecting then suddenly the luchador just seems to be gone from where he was standing. "I see! A clever tactic!"
From the looks of it El Fuerte managed to quickly dive forward and behind the larger fighter and he reaches forward to grasp the brute once again. He is much too large to get his arms entirely around him, but he gets as best grip he can and he attempts to actually lift up the other fighter with all his strength. "I will not fall for your ploys even if you seem devious and cunning!" he cries out as he attempts to flip the man about and then leap forward to drive him head first into the ground. "FAJITAS BUSTAAAAAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Shadaloo_Brute fails to interrupt Fajitas Buster from ElFuerte with Dead Stop.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Shadaloo_Brute
Devious? Cunning? ...Is Fuerte really talking about the man in front of him? As his arms finds naught but empty air, he lets out another grunt, this time being one of frustration. His little face scrunches up terribly as he gets up, smashing the ground beneath him with another punch. "Stay still, so I can hurt you!"
This matchup may be one of the worst he could have ever faced, what with how he's being danced around like that! He's here, he's there, and then...he's behind him?! The Brute drives an elbow back behind him, but it's far too easy for Fuerte to slip in around and not only grab, but LIFT him. Lift him? He weighs like, five hundred pounds! It's an amazing feat to land him head-first into the rock, further damaging the poor slab.
With his hands supporting him, his waist is bent while legs dangle in the air before him. His face is completely flushed, through whether it's due to rage or some sort of twisted delight. In either case, he's so mad that he's shaking! "I WILL CATCH YOU, AND I WILL HAVE MY WAY WITH YOU HERE! STAND STILL!!"
It is probably best not to ever try to think on how the mind of El Fuerte works. There could be entire studies devoted to it and it would still remain one of life's biggest mysteries. Instead it is often just best to nod your head and smile at him if he is talking to you. Or you could try to crush him into paste like the brute is attempting to do. There is a reason why El Fuerte is in constant motion when fighting men this size. If he gets caught he is more than likely a dead man.
He might be tempting fate too in keeping so close, but El Fuerte is a real fighter. Not one of those weird fireball dispensers like so many people he runs into. If you aren't grappling then you aren't fighting. Or at least that is the way he sees things. He does wait for the larger fighter to get to his feet this time. More just so he can attempt to knock him down again. He bunches himself up then leaps forward, slinging his legs outwards again. This time it is a dropkick. One he intends to plant firmly into the chest of the brute to knock him to the ground again. "OLE!"
COMBATSYS: Shadaloo_Brute blocks ElFuerte's Heavy Kick.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Shadaloo_Brute
Letting him get up was, perhaps, a mistake! His muscles continue to quake as he rises up, teeth gritted and grinding. His shoulders are sunken low, arms bent outward a bit. The ring of stones is almost like a wrestling ring to him, and he obviously aims to treat it like one as he stalks forward to try and corner the guy.
It would be a great plan, if there were ACTUAL boundaries. Nobody said that the Brute was very smart. All he has is that magnificent body of his...and it's quickly being torn down by this smaller guy!
As a foot comes screaming in, his bulk shifts, chest turning. Fuerte's foot smacks against his hardened pec like it were smashing into a rock. A very...fleshy rock that kind of has a little jiggle to it afterwards. However, it means the man is close! He's within range! An enormous claw of a hand tries to grip the Mexican's leg and lift him up, to dangle him in the air. Then, he tries to grab the other leg.
The Hurricane of the Colon had better manage to struggle free, because the Brute is going to pull his legs apart and headbutt the man right in the Shock Rocks!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Shadaloo_Brute's Head Bomber.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Shadaloo_Brute
The luchador soon realizes that attack perhaps was not the best of ideas. Instead of sending the man toppling down he instead just feels like both feet slammed against a wall. And before he even lands he finds a leg grasped by the bigger fighter and he is hoisted. It looks like he has finally been caught and things are not looking good. When that second hand comes in El Fuerte kicks the hand away and then he twists about to get his other leg free. It only seems to work after a few kicks to the hand with his free foot.
The disaster has been averted for now. His balls are so relieved at this point. "So you want to play dirty! Then the Hurricane of the Gulf will teach you a lesson!" Given how the man has been reacting to the pain this is probably not the best of ideas from Fuerte. He claps his hands together and then he rushes forward while quickly swinging upwards. The balled up hands will slap between the brute's legs if the luchador's aim is true and he will use his momentum to lift them man up and then lean backwards to fling him away. BALLPLEX!?
COMBATSYS: Shadaloo_Brute fails to interrupt Strong Throw from ElFuerte with Bone Grinder.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Shadaloo_Brute
One would think that a chastity belt made out of solid steel would protect one's bits from abuse. But how could anybody know that being abused BY the bits would have been any realistic outcome?! Confident in his protection, the huge beast grins a snarkly grin as the other fighter attempts to sock him right in the goods. It's an amazing hammer swing that sends the whole contraption ringing, vibrating, and he immediately hunches down to clutch uselessly as his hidden gentleman's manservants. Another disturbing howl of pain-derived delight tears through the air, and by now, he IS slobbering. His face is so red that it looks ready to burst, with thick veins creeping up his neck from all sides.
"When I get you I'm gonna ajkahkkk!!!" Too quickly is he thrown, tossed onto the ground like so much trash. This time, when he groans, he actually sounds rather pained. When he rises, it's a very slow affair, and he stumbles once or twice. While he's still visibly enraged, his eyes aren't focused quite right, and it's taking a lot just to get himself up to standing.
The large man is getting worn down rather quick and as for Fuerte? Well the lunchador still has a focused look as he spins about and remains in his fighting stance. He respects the big man's tenacity. But if he keeps getting up then El Fuerte is just going to have to keep knocking him down until he decides to stay down. "Amigo, it seems you did not know what you were getting into." Perhaps Shadaloo's arrogance is biting them in the ass at least for now. Of course the truely terrifying fighters have yet to s how their face.
El Fuerte is soon on the move again. Bounding forward as he remains focused on the man in front of him. he then dives forward and slings his legs out and he goes into a high speed slide. One that will have him slam into the powerful legs of the brute and hopefully take him off his feet with the momentum that the luchador currently has. "CALAMARI SLIIIIIIDE!"
COMBATSYS: Shadaloo_Brute interrupts Calamari Slide from ElFuerte with Kiloton Blow.
- Power hit! -
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Shadaloo_Brute
Is the giant really just lumbering along? Is he struggling? Or...is he rooted, and BECOME ONE WITH THE EARTH?! With his brain soundly out of commission, it's up to his body to work on its own, and does it ever know what to do a hell of a lot better than its brain does. His stance is so stiff and so sound that when Fuerte slides up into it, he doesn't move. He just doesn't budge an inch. One arm extends and picks the Mexican up by his head in one swoop, letting him dangle some four feet off of the ground. Held so high, the luchador can see that nobody's home, that no lights are on.
This doesn't stop the other arm from pulling back and tightening, hand balled up into a terrible fist. The grip on his captive is vice-like, one broken only by the sheer force of a fist the size of a man's head can offer, a punch that sends the Brute's opponent careening into--and quite possible through--one of the standing stone pillars.
So it has become apparent to El Fuerte. Trying to kick this man anywhere seems to be a bad idea. Twice it was like hitting a wall and twice he has ended up hanging upside down by one leg. This time he isn't quick enough to get free. The grip is too tight and before Fuerte knows it he feels his mind reeling from the blow that is delivered and sends him flying away. The impact of hitting the pillar hard enough that there is an imprint of the luchador in it now does not feel good either.
El Fuerte sort of slides off and lands in a heap. Maybe the big man just won with the power of one punch. Or maybe not. That heap almost turns into a streak of lightning, the luchador leaping to his feet and then flying forward at high speed to go up and over the large fighter and then land on his back. His arms then manage to get around that thick neck of the brute as El Fuerte slaps on a sleeper hold to try and finally put the big man down.
COMBATSYS: Shadaloo_Brute fails to interrupt Quick Throw from ElFuerte with Chin Music.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Shadaloo_Brute
COMBATSYS: Shadaloo_Brute can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Shadaloo_Brute can no longer fight.
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Poor, stupid, lumbering beast. After having smashed Fuerte into momentary death, he trudges forward, toes scraping on the ground as he walks. Bits of drool spatter on the ground as he walks, but he's so beat up that the slow gait is all he can manage! Even when the othe rman comes flying back in, his movements appear in slow motion. A leg lifts up and kicks outward, but by that time it's extended, his throat is already gripped!
Loose hands beat and smash uselessly against his own neck and face, and he often shakes and shrugs to try and dislodge the little pest. The effect of the hold is quickly growing apparent, though! He'll stop and sag, then struggle with a fresh bout of energy, then start to sag again. Finally, with a teeter and a wobble, the Brute falls forward, crashing face-first into the ground. His muscles are loose, and he's not getting back up, nor is he even saying anything! And what's worse, there are no officials to help him out of the ring.
Know that, after this humiliating defeat, the fish around the ocean will be eating well today!
It is a good thing he is so small. It makes it hard to hit him in these kind of situations. His grip remains tight as can be and eventually he manages to take down the mammoth of a man. Only when it seems like he isn't going to get back up does El Fuerte let go and he lets out a large sigh of relief as he steps back and remains on alert for a few moments longer just because he is unsure if that brute will get back up and attack again.
Soon it seems he is down for good and he raises his arms in the air. "The first of many opponents have been downed! Give me all you have, amigos!" he calls out as loud as he can while looking towards the black helicopter the large fighter came falling out of. At least for a moment he has time to shake the cobwebs from his head and get a short breather before his next opponent shows up.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte drops his guard to recover.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte takes no action.
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Juri isn't the patient sort. Nor is she the type that likes to be crowded onto a small helicopter flying over the Pacific Ocean. Those at home won't know this, but there is a bit of a struggle going on within the confines of the Black Helicopter overhead.
In order to ensure all passengers kept both their hands and their feet to themselves for the duration of the flight, Juri's had her restrained. And part of her preparation for the fight going on below would be, of course, to have those same restraints removed. Unfortunately the burly man in boxing gloves didn't listen to instructions and cut the restraints to her legs and feet first. He's now having to struggle with what amounts to a pit of vipers in the form of an extremely small Korean woman. The helicopter lists from side to side occasionally as one or the other is flung against the interior of the craft, until finally the massive man puts his foot down. On her foot.
The door to the black craft hovering still quite far overhead slides open, and soon that familiar yet diminuitive form of Juri Han comes flying out of it! What follows is the boxing gloved equivalent of flipping-the-bird and the panel sliding closed.
What follows for Miss Han is gravity, in all its wonder and glory. As she descends, a swirling cloud of purple energy builds around her body! Her landing is not gentle: She hits the ground with enough force that the dusty ground kicks up a swirling mass of dust, and she has to drop to a crouch to prevent her legs snapping like twigs. The psycho power does the rest, reinforcing her limbs and protecting her from the fall.
She remains crouched, back to El Fuerte and grumbling loudly to herself. She seems to be struggling with something, "Son of a bitch... that bastard, I'll kill him this time. God. DAMMIT!" She stands and flings her arms in the air in frustration. Together, though not because she wants to: They are still bound tightly.
She glances over her shoulder at the Mexican wrestler and gives him a wry smirk, "Well... whatever. The important things are undone at least." She sighs loudly and glances toward the Brute lying limp on the ground. Her lips quirk from a smirk into an amused smile. She soon licks those same pale lips, "It seems you broke that freak pretty good. Want to try your luck with me instead?"
Within moments Juri will close the gap toward El Fuerte, aiming to deliver a painful looking kick to his chest and send his body crashing back against one of the stone pillars!
COMBATSYS: Juri has joined the fight here.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Juri
COMBATSYS: Juri successfully hits ElFuerte with Heel Kick.
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ElFuerte 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Juri
It is always good to see Shadaloo is one big happy family of violence. It seems like another fight was going to break out, but it was quickly taken care of and Juri is soon on her way into the fray. Perhaps not in the way she would have wanted to get to the island, but thems the breaks. El Fuerte himself seems rather ready for whatever is going to be thrown at him next. He was expecting another large lug to come flying out or the boxer himself. Instead he is greeted with the small Korean woman that lands not far from him. "I do not need luck! I am the Hurricane of the Gulf!"
His boasting is cut short by the fact he soon comes to find Juri is as fast, if not faster, than he is. This is not something he is used to at all when it comes to a fight. His own feet start to move as she closes in, but he is a second too slow and that kick hits him square in the chest and send him back into a pillar.
He rolls with it and actually pushes off and launches himself right towards the girl as he takes to the air. "EL FUERTE!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Juri with El Fuerte Spark.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Juri
When it looks like he is going to come in high he ends up landing in a slide forward before leaping forward and wrapping an arm around the waist of Juri. He uses his momentum to swing about then put his legs right around her neck. And then begins the spinning. OH THE SPINNING. He is twirling about her neck so fast he actually comes off the ground and takes Juri with him. Perhaps watching the helicopter was giving him ideas in this case. He finally releases the girl about ten feet in the air before he quickly twirls about and then snaps both legs around her and then using his arm to yank one of the woman's arms back and twists it in a not to pretty way. "SPARK!" he shouts out before dropping her and soon landing on the ground not far from her.
If anything can be said about Juri, and have it sound vaguely complementary, it's the fact that she is very good at what she does. Hurting people. A lot. A sensual thrill runs up her leg as it strikes Fuerte, and she is able to feel it all: Every little rip, every faint crack, every slow tear. Unfortunately it is too brief, and as Juri lowers her foot while savoring this feeling the Hurricane of the Gulf is already moving toward her meaningfully.
Meaning to wrap his arm around her waist! Which he does, quickly and easily. Her clumsy attempt to deflect his attack with her bound arms only ends up in her looking silly for whatever cameras are filming this. And soon she finds his legs wrapped around her neck, and he demonstrates the meaning behind his name for the folks at home!
The two travel upwards together, and finally she is released ... but only briefly before Fuerte grabs her with both legs and twists her arms, both of her arms, up in a such a way it nearly wrenches both from their sockets!
The small body of the Korean woman lands face first on the ground, and for but the time of a single breath she is still. However, in the next moment her legs whirl around her, spinning much like the blades of a helicopter and the attack itself while giving Juri the leverage she needs to flip right back up on her feet! She takes a moment, pops her neck, and then says softly in a dry, menacing purr, "Well. Maybe sloppy seconds aren't all bad."
The Shadaloo Spider leaps into the air! She chooses a pillar to land against, twisting her body atop of its surface before catapulting her body off of it. Never even wondering once if, perhaps, these pillars are important and knocking them down might cause some problems. Her body almost blurs as she streaks through the air, aiming another kick toward El Fuerte's chest! Though this time if she hits, she'll follow it up with her other leg's knee, driving him upwards into the air. Together they will fly, as Juri aims to deliver a kick with her original leg once more followed by a final, powerful spinning aerial mule kick aimed at launching El Fuerte as far away as she possibly can get him.
COMBATSYS: Juri successfully hits ElFuerte with Shikusen.
- Power hit! -
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Juri
There is alot to be said about El Fuerte. As crazy as the man is he can actually put up quite the fight when he is properly motivated. Of course he is ALWAYS properly motivated. His team has fought hard to get here and he will do his best to ensure a victory here. It is just proving to be alot harder than he expected. This woman hits almost as hard as that large fellow he just fought and she is much much faster. It makes it hard to properly prepare for when she comes at him.
He tries to keep moving himself once she comes towards him and his speed betrays him again as he seems just a few seconds to slow to avoid the kick aimed at him. He feels the air knocked out of him when he is knocked upwards and then yet a third blow connects and he is sent several feet through the air before he goes tumbling further away on the ground. He lays there for a moment then he starts to get to his feet. "A tough little girl indeed....VERY WELL!"
The lunchador slaps his cheeks a few times then strikes a pose as he rests a hand on his hip and he points a finger in the air. "Time for the Hurricane of the Gulf to kick into high gear....it's.....DYNAMIC COOKING TIIIIIIIME!" The declaration is followed by El Fuerte turning into a blur. A blur that is aimed to collide with Juri as he ends up slinging both a foot and fist forward. The former going for the stomach while the latter is aimed for Juri's face.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Juri with Quesadilla Bomb.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Juri
A tough little girl.
Of course it's not unusual for Juri to be referred to as such. Twenty-five years old and she hardly looks a day past her High School years. Still it's enough to bring a soft laugh from the Korean woman after she lands from her previous attack. Even as she continues to struggle with the constraints on her arms.
What doesn't bring a laugh, and instead just brings on a stupified stare, is El Fuerte's dynamic pose and extra dynamic declration of DYNAMIC COOKING TIME!!! Before she has the time to mouth the words 'what the fuck?' though, he is already blurring toward her. Almost as fast as she can move! It surprises her, and that surprise is just enough for her to be caugh flat footed once again. A foot slams into her stomach, and a fist into her face! Both simulataneously, and both with enough force to send her stumbling backwards.
She tries, wincingly, to raise her bound arms to scrub at her nose. A small trickle of blood is now visible from the right nostril. It touches her lips, and Juri unconciously runs her tongue across it. From the expression on her face she is surprised. Clearly she wasn't expecting to bleed from a fighting of Fuerte's calibre.
And still, there it is.
Suddenly her body shakes with a bit of a laugh, followed with her arching her back to cackle! "Oh /man/. A girl could get used to fighting guys like you. But really, it's just about time for you to take a bow."She pulls one leg up, her foot igniting with violet colored energy as she spins around to deliver a kick right before Fuerte's face!
But it is not the kick he should look out for, but rather the arc of purple psycho energy that it emits. Aiming to slam against his face, to envelope his head, and send him sprawling back with a taste of the horror and torment that only a psyche as twisted as hers can deliver.
COMBATSYS: Juri successfully hits ElFuerte with EX Fuhajin.
- Power hit! -
~ Cruel hit! ~
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ElFuerte 1/--=====/=======|======-\-------\0 Juri
If El Fuerte thought he had it bad to begin with he is sadly in for a big surprise. He is starting to get the blood truely pumping now that he is fighting someone that has alot of skill. She may even be more skilled than the Hurricane of the Gulf, but his tenacity might just make him a bigger pain in the ass than she would expect. That is until she unleashes that powerful swath of psycho energy. He was not expecting that sort of thing and it was his turn to actually be caught flat footed. His feet never even get moving and he is sent flying away.
Another pillar is smashed into and the circle keeps getting more and more worse for wear. He hit the thing head first too so he has to be down and out finally, right? Juri has bigger fish to fry than deal with a pesky luchador afterall. She needs to be bearhugged by a Russian. Only problem is that El Fuerte actually starts to move. His white mask has red showing from where he has been busted open and the blood is started to get soaked into the material. "Hahahahaha! A good one!" Let it be noted he isn't even looking in her direction right now.
He does start moving forward and he staggers a bit from left to right. In some odd chance he does manage to leap forward and attempt to barrel right into Juri. "EL FUERTE!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has reached second wind!
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Juri with El Fuerte Dynamite.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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For a small guy he has some oomph behind the force he slams into Juri. And then he just becomes a flailing whirlwind of kicks and punches that batter Juri all over. The final blow is a powerful dropkick to knock her away and he lands on the ground as if down and out. He must have used all his energy to unleash that attack. That is until he jumps to his feet and fistpumps. "Throw everything you have! You cannot defeat the Hurricane of the Gulf!"
To call her last attack devastating would be an understatement. She could feel, as a psychic echo, the amount of pain it delivered upon Fuerte's and mind. A cruel grin slipped on her features even while a dull expression entered her eyes. Her voice could be heard murmuring softly to herself, "Game over." even before she lowers her foot from the attack. All relaxed and smug she even moves to idly brush some dust from her clothes...
Though her arms are bound still so you might imagine how well THAT works out for her.
However it seems that El Fuerte is indeed quite the Mexican, and far and away from being a Mexican't. He starts moving then and Juri's smug smile deepens into a frustrated frown. Even worse when he barrels toward her with a surprising burst of energy. WHERE in the Hell did that come from?!
The two bodies collide, and as the Hurricane of the Gulf delivers a painful whirlwind of kicks Juri's body is flung about like a a rag doll. With one final dropkick she is sent head over heels backwards, rolling, skidding across the ground! And finally she comes to a stop, to a rest against one of the pillars. Long bloody scratches and gashes are now visible across her pale flesh, earned from her trip across the ground. Anything that was exposed free of cloth was not spared.
Juri rises to her feet slowly and deliberately. Her eyes snap up to meet Fuerte's, and then abruptly she launches herself toward him! A few paces away she leaps off the ground, spinning in the air and aiming to deliver a painful looking kick across the side of his face.
Compared to her usual attacks it's not very powerful, but it is indeed very, very fast.
COMBATSYS: Juri successfully hits ElFuerte with Snap Kick.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Who knows where El Fuerte is managing to find all this extra energy. By the way he is barely standing and breathing heavily one might think he could be out on his feet. The fact he can't avoid that kick is even more proof that perhaps that energy was the last he could muster. That kick has enough forward that he goes staggering every which way while spinning in circles due to he force of the blow. Somehow the luchador does not go down again! Sure he is brought to a knee, but he manages to straighten himself up somewhat.
His movements are getting more awkward by the moment and the blood that has come down his face under the mask has blurred his vision even further. Even so he does attempt to grab Juri by her arms then toss her upwards. He intends to catch her across his shoulders and then he just starts spinning again. Perhaps he thinks he is so dizzy that if he spins alot it will help him regain his equilibrium. He is spinning fast enough at some point Juri comes off his shoulders and gets tossed away too if he manages to connect.
COMBATSYS: Juri dodges ElFuerte's Medium Throw.
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Poor poor El Fuerte. For all the terrible damage a hurricane can do, even it can slow and eventually fail. His attempt to grab hold of her one more time, to spin her around one more time, is met with Juri finally showing off some of that agility of hers and moving from his path.
Though not completely. Instead it will be her turn to attempt to grab ahold of El Fuerte, attempting to bring her bound arms down atop his head like a harness and pulling him close to her body. She'll give the bloody faced Mexican a soft, cruel grin while her voice speaks once more in that menacing purr she is known so well for.
"What's wrong? You're not running out of steam on me now, are you? After that incredible come back of yours." She leans closer, pushing her body against his: Her chest of questionable size, her well-toned stomach. One of her legs can be felt creeping its way in the gulf between the Mexican's thighs. She mumurs softly, leaning close to his ear so that she can whisper while her breath rushes hot over the exposed flesh, "We should really play again some time." Suddenly her teeth will sink into his earlobe.
And just as suddenly, that creeping thigh of hers will rise up to crush poor Fuerte's bag of special spices! Assuming all goes as planned, of course...
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte fails to interrupt Kick Combo from Juri with El Fuerte Flying Giga Buster.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte can no longer fight.
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Juri sobs quietly.
Of all the people to have this happen to. El Fuerte has a rather vacant look to begin with just because he is running on instinct. Much like how the brutish man he downed earlier was his mind for the most part is gone. At least in this case he at least had a mind even if it is a very weird one. He then feels Juri's body press in against up and the words sort of register to him. Not enough for him to tell him of the impending danger.
That is when the kick hits and he goes rigid and his eyes widen. "Thank you for waking me, Mika! I must have been sleeping mid fight again!" he cries out and his hands grap Juri and the confused girl gets a large luchakiss. "El Fuerte!" he cries out afterwards then he just sort of slumps forward and ends up against a probably very confused and angry Juri. It seems that the thought that he actually got to kiss R. Mika is what finally made him pass out. The kick to the daddy button probably helped too.
*SMOOOOOOOOOOOCH!*
Juri's eyes go wide. She was expecting many things during this interaction. Screaming, struggling, perhaps biting. All of those are fun things. But to have El Fuerte kiss her, and even confuse her for someone else? When the Taekwondoka finally breaks from the Mexican she is hurriedly scrubbing at her mouth with her upper arms and scowling. "What the fuck? Who the hell is Mika?"
And how the Hell did Fuerte confused a bombshell like Mika for an ironing board like Juri?
... ok, Juri isn't that flat, but COME ON.
When she is finished spitting and wiping at her mouth, Juri just turns to scowl at El Fuerte's fallen form. A loud, exasperated sigh escapes her lips and she drops ungracefully into a sitting posture. "Well whatever. That was a blast anyway. I wonder what the next guy is going to be like?" Her violet colored eyes glance across the field and, finding a sharp bit of broken rock, Juri grips it on either side with her feet and begins rubbing her bonds against them.
It's an odd thing to do while resting, but eventually it does work. Bits of plastic, tape, and rope are sliced away and come free! She rubs at either arm with a faint scowl on her face, "And once I'm done with him, then that's when the real fun begins."
COMBATSYS: Juri drops her guard to recover.
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COMBATSYS: Juri takes no action.
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Log created on 09:07:10 07/19/2011 by ElFuerte, and last modified on 03:05:58 08/07/2011.