Description: As winner of the previous week's event (for better or for worse) and having survived the explosion that rocked China, Allen has earned the right to headline in one of the most prestigious arenas in history. Mr. Jones, famous for his portrayal in many an action flick and general small-time hero, gets his shot to star on international television again. Know, however, that a special prize is on the line for this match: Krauser himself, a meat god among men, has promised a special training session for the winner. You just can't buy an opportunity like that. (Winner: Mr. Jones)
( Note: the log for this was started late, so meters aren't available for most of the fight. )
Allen Snider should have been riding high on the euphoria brought on by his unlikely victory. He should perhaps still be nursing a hangover or having a doctor set right what a few women of questionable origins put wrong. He should be back on top of the world... But he is not.
Because some jack ass had to go and blow himself up in the middle of a crush of innocent people.
He had a good seagt for the show, up there on the shoulders of the spectators. The vision is now etched into the back of his eyelids, just waiting for him to blink or try to sleep.
THis is why the man in the blue gi looks a little ragged when he steps forward onto whatever mat, ring, or platform suspended over a pit of deadly tiger shark lions on which his match is to be preformed. Beneath his eyes are dark circle, his coppery hair isn't quite as full or pompador-y.
None the less, he maks ready, setting his feet at shoulder's width, shutting his eyes while trying to ignore the image of a man becoming his own funeral pyre as he draws a deep breath in attempt to center himself. "Alright... Let's do this." he coaxs himself, one wrapped fist snapping into the palm of his other hand, trying to work himself up into a state of mind fit for punching some other sucker in the face.
Mr. Jones has read up on the previous fight and honestly, that caused him to raise his eyebrows a little. He didn't remembering signing up for no mortal combat tournament where participants fight with a killer instinct on their final fight.... or something! The knowledge that the previous fighter blew himself up in a blaze of glory is rather unnerving, but it'll take a lot more than that to persuade the crazed dancer into quitting this match, if anything, it just makes it that more interesting! "I guess they had a blast don't they?" Jones thinks to himself on some out of character gallows humor and steps to the plate.
The disco fanatic martial artist stares at his rival for the night, brushing his afro with a comb as he adjusts his yellow jumper. Good good, another fellow martial artist for a change, he was getting tired of butting head with all these magicians and acrobats, sometimes a dude needs to trade good ol' fistcuffs. "Let's dance, dawg!" Says he giving Allen thumbs up after a respectful bow, assuming a Jeet Kune Do position soon after. "I'm feeling it tonite!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Allen has joined the fight here.
Well... This was certainly a step up from his last pair of opponents, one a jungleman in drag and the other a psycho.
Of course he might not want to overestimate Mr. Jones mental stability just yet. Dude honestly looked... Well, awesome! But that didn't prove anything!
He shook his head to clear his head of the daze that the man in the yellow jumpsuit put him in, shaking his arms to try and get that much more warmed up as he bounced from one foot to the other. "Alright, alright. Heads up, here I come!"
Just as promised, Allen started forward, a building "Haaa-!" escaping him as his bare feet sprinted across the mat towards Mr. Jones. He started simple, a text book series of punches firing from his left then his right then his left again, trying to probe the taller man's defenses while trying to close against the man's longer reach.
COMBATSYS: Allen successfully hits MrJones with Jab Punch.
"Bring it on dude! I haven't dance with a Karate Ka in a while!" Mr Jones smiles cheerfully even though he get's into an arrogant 'Dragon Stance'. Resting his weight on his back leg while motioning with his right hand for Allen to 'come on'. True, this man has an absolutely bombastic attitude, although it makes him quite approachable, not exactly the type of vibe you wanna give in a fight as some would say intimidating works better than charismatic, but hey, fighting is fun for him and others should enjoy it as much as he does.
"Uh, that is Karate that you're using right? Cuz with the influx of Jujitsu peeps I don't know no mo'." The man inches back when he rushes forward with the old faithful one two, talking all through it even as he starts evading the attacks, bobbing his head from side to side as if he were a boxer. "Okay I guess ya are since you're throwing punches at me, but I was just checkin'." Funny that he's able to keep a causal conversation even in the thick of it, though it does earn him Allen landing a glancing blow to his cheek that knocks his shades right off. "Aw nuts!" He curses failing to dodge the last attack. "Hey! Watch the goods bro!!" Complains the movie star and swings a lariat left kick towards the man's legs, aiming to crash his rock hard shin on his thigh to numb up his mobility.
COMBATSYS: Allen blocks MrJones' Slide Double.
There's that reach! AAllen's ready though, rocking back on his trailing leg, the ginger hefts his own shin up to meet the kick, the impact puts a bit of sting in his leg but it is likely less than he would have suffered had he took the strike straight on. "Relax." answers Allen, a worn, wry smile slipping across his lips, dull, blue eyes showing the signs of a spark. "Ladies dig guys that look like they've been a little roughed up."
Mr. Jones' nature is a balm, affiable and light, it helps ease the fingers of the spectre that weighs down on his back. "Of course the trick is to be the one saying 'You should see the other guy'!" he adds attempting to move in close, too close for those long legs, close enough to make those long arms a little awkward. He grabs at the man's suit, one hand trying to latch onto either collar and get a firm hold. "As for the fighting style-!" he continues, tilting backwards, trying to pull Jones with him as the man in the blue Gi falls back-first towards the mat, a foot coming up to the middlesection of the man in yellow to give him that extra boost that would send him sailing through the air in a quick throw. "it's a work in progress!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Allen's Quick Throw.
Johnny Jone's strike crashes against the other man's shin instead of the thigh he had hoped, but despite the quick block there's a light on his eyes that sparks up at Allen's counter. "Heh! You know it bro!" He cackles suddenly deciding that he likes this guy. Elias and the others, he loves to hang with them but dang it, they don't do anything at parties!
He is suddenly grabbed, his Jeet Kune Do style doesn't have a lot of counter maneuvers to getting grappled and he is already feeling his center of gravity lost. Jones could try to overpower him, but this guy looks thicker and heavier which means it's a lost cause. The disco dancer is not giving up though, he just has another plan! "Oof!" Grunts the afro man when he gets pulled forward and a heavy foot gets planted on his stomach as Allen goes for the Judo throw, ah, sneaky sneaky, that's the thing about guys with Gis, he can never tell which kind of martial art they use! They should at least try to put a name tag on it or something. Anyways, Allen throws him easily enough, but he might be surprised to feel that Jones actually pushed himself forward with the throw adding to the momentum.
With this, he manages to make a full flip in the air and land on a knee and a hand, a bit of a clumsy landing but better than falling on his back, or his head..that'd mess up the do! "Lemme help ya out with the honeys then, this ought ta get ya some after the fight!" Grins he standing up quickly and twirling on his heel to deliver a solid stomp to Allen's face while he's on his back. Hey! Just because he is friendly doesn't mean he's not going to hurt you, his fighting style is pretty freaking brutal. Something of a walking contradiction really, he's the nicest guy around but will honestly kick someone's teeth in without a second thought.
COMBATSYS: Allen endures MrJones' Strong Kick.
Hi, My Name is:
Allen Snider.
My Fighting Style is:
More Mixed up than a outfit out of a Salvation Army grab bag.
A little long for a sticker, maybe if he wrote really tiny?
Anyway, back to Allen getting the ever loving jebus stomped out of his face.
"Oh Shi-" manages Allen when the lanky man wiuth the big 'fro manages to get his feet beneath him in mid-fall. The taller man is on Allen before he can snap to his feet, no time for a roll, Allen grits his jaw and turns his cheek just like the good carpenter says to. It helps when Jones bounces his head against the mat, better a sore head than a broken nose.
His eyes are filled with stars when they next open, his head ringing like a struck bell. He toughs through it, legs sweeping up, lower back lifting off the mat before his legs kick out, the man in the blue Gi jerking up into a crouch that he quickly rises from and turns to face Allen, once more squaring off.
A shake of his head clears his vision. "Guess this means I'm just going to have to work a little harder..." he utters, flicking his thumb across the flesh beneath his nose, checking for blood that isn't present just yet. Satisfied, he's up ion the balls of his fet again and right back to the matter at hand. A short barrage of kicks follows, shallow, trying to fake the taller man's guard before he came in with the real deal, foot arcing upwards before it came down, heel first with authority!
COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends Allen's Smash Kick!
Jones keeps on grinning! A lot of people consider this a bit of sadism from his part since he did just give Allen the good old Stomp yo' face gangsta' style, rather than a bonna fide martial arts attack, but it's all part of the dance to him! At least he's not like one of those that say sorry after smacking ya one and don't actually mean it.
"Oh baby!" The funky martial artist jumps back after his attack, at least being kind enough to let Allen get back to his feet and not continue to pummel him, that's such a cheap move after all. Reassuming his Jeet Kune Do stance, Johnny Jones wiggles his shoulders and watches the barrage of kicks coming, though gauging from the range none of them will actually reach him. Ah, he arches his eyebrow, a fake! Allen is trying to fake him out! Keeping his concentration down below when the attack will come from somewhere else. Figuring it out, he doesn't move or attempt to block right until he sees the axe kick going down to mess his 'fro! What's with people always aiming for that? The nerve with them.
Jones is nice and all but he doesn't appreciate that kind of stuff. Thus he goes for the overhead block stopping Allen's kick with his right forearm and then gives a mighty push forward, going to ram the Karateka's leg with a take down taking advantage that he is balancing himself on one leg and bring him down to the mat; back of the head first. "WASHOOO!"
COMBATSYS: Allen interrupts Toss to Ground from MrJones with Vaulting Kick.
Allen's dropping heel is caught between a pair of crossing arms. He's in a bad spot. Being put on the ground by Jones again is not something he exactly relishes. Digging deep, the ginger fighter manages to pull something out, possibly from his ass!
With nothing but the ball of his foot on the ground, the man in Blue bends his knee just enough to preform this impossible stunt, hopping on one leg, Allen brings that leg up in a sudden kick! A second one follows as Allen floats higher into the air, this one from the leg that had slipped from Jones' guard, then the third from the left leg again. A quick rush of kicks before Allen drops back down to his feet, trying to ready himself for the next attack.
There's the grab, the push and Allen starts losing his balance to go down. Nice! But what's this?? As the Karateka falls backwards Mr Jones feels sudden pain in his chin as a foot collides solidly with his jaw! Huh, that was unexpected! He honestly didn't see that one coming. "UAGH!" He reels backwards, flailing his arms a little trying to keep his footing, he was caught off guard which made the kick hurt even more.
However, he is soon stabilizing himself and pushing himself forward to counter balance himself, not only staying up but also using his momentum to charge at Allen right as he gets back up. Suddenly Jones is up in the air with /both/ legs extended towards Allen as he sends a flurry of kicks of his own, while in mid air, aiming to land the rain of kicks on Allen's broad chest. "ATATATATATATATATATATATA!!!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Allen with Bicycle Kick.
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Allen 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 MrJones
Ready or not, Here came Mr. Jones!
Allen tried to juke away but underestimated the speed of those pedeling kicks. Before he knew it, Jones was dromming against his chest with his heels, striking a rapid beat against his ribs with those wheeling kicks, sending Allen into a pedel of his own, a back pedel. He faught to stay standig all the while, arms windmilling as he was pushed back farther and farther as more abuse was ladled on. It threatened to kick the breath from his very lungs, but Allen held on with a gritted jaw. This sailing kick would have to run out of momentum eventually, right? Right?!
About a screen and a half later, Allen was releived to find that, yes, the kicks would indeed end eventually. No time to rest however, no time to catch his breath. Clenching his teeth and fighting the urge to just lay down, Allen pushed into the offensive, trying to catch Jones on the recovery. He stooped low as he moved in, right hand cocking low near his hip as he tried to rush past that long reach again. He needed to make this a good shot!
As soon as he came within reach, Allen's cocked fist streaked upwards, the ginger-haired man bounding into a leap behind it, knuckles rocketing towards the chin of the man in yellow.
And just to make it official, Allen called out, "Rising Dragon!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Allen's Rising Dragon.
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Allen 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 MrJones
Mr. Jones can't stay in the air up forever, that'd be pretty broken if he could just continue spamming his kicks till the other guy dropped, and eventually had to acknowledge the law of gravity to land back on his feet. The funky martial artist skids to a stop trying to put the brakes before he loses his balance and crashes onto Allen. It looks like he still has plenty of energy left on him and he better not drop his guard on this willy Karateka, last time he did that he got a solid kick to the jaw for his carelessness.
As he suspected, Allen's endurance is commendable and he returns the attack right back looking more pissed off than hurt after the flurry of kicks. Thankfully for him, Jones is quick on the uptake and sees the uppercut coming to his chin fast enough to put his arms up and let the brunt of the attack hit his forearms. "Okay dude, ya gotta stop aiming for the chin! I just got this grillz made!" He says referring to his latest encounter with the killer bee, contrary to popular belief he's not all that keen on getting his teeth knocked out every fight. As Allen sails upward with the uppercut, Jones peers over his full guard seeing in an opening and throws an uppercut of his own, although he aims it to the man's armpit attempting to..well.. get the shoulder out of the socket a little, let's just say, enough control to not dislocate the arm right off but enough power to take it out of commission for a while. "WATAAA!"
COMBATSYS: Allen blocks MrJones' Retro Knuckle.
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Allen 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 MrJones
Oh Airblock. You are civilization.
Allen once more is stymied by Jones' defense, his every press seeming to be met with a strong defensive. Now as he hangs for a moment in the air, he decides that he must do something about that.
But first he has to survive that big fist coming up towards him.
TYwisting his hips, Allen realigns his body midair, forearms forming a protective barricade upon which the yellow man's knuckles strike, another aggressive bruise in the making along his fore arms.
No time for that however. He has been on the back-foot this entire time, and now with the burn in his lungs, he pushes himself to try and claim the offensive advantage!
"Fair enough..." answered Allen, firming his stance by winding his feet into the mat, a wide stance primed for a explosive charge. "There's a lot of you to lay into afterall, why should I be so narrow minded?!"
Then came the lunge, powered forward by a sudden, hard push, left arm lifted as a shield to ward off any challanging blows as he approached, his right cocked back high and near his shoulder. The intent was plain but he hoped his strength could compensate for the predictablility as he drove his fist forward with a fearsome punch right towards the taller man's chest.
COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends Allen's Fierce Punch!
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Allen 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 MrJones
Jones grunts when his strike connects not the squishy armpit of Allen, but his tough forearms instead. Oh well, at least it connected and his arms look fairly banged up, a few more punches like that and he should be able to take them out of commission. He's gotta give Allen credit though, that's one helluva way to avoid getting hit in mid air, where it Jones up there he doesn't think he would have been able to avoid it like that. The afro man whistles in surprise and makes a quick jump back giving himself some room to maneuver getting ready for the counter attack.
"That's what I was sayin', I mean why mess up a face like mine?" The man grins flashing a grin to show a silver molar until he realizes a possible implication from his opponent. "Wait, are you saying I'm fat?-WOA!" Sure enough, the attack is predictable but fast and Jones just barley manages to bring his own forearm up to strike Allen's elbow and redirect the attack off his chest towards his side where it strikes nothing. He grunts then, he doesn't like being so close to his opponent but he's gotta work with what he got.
No fancy attack this time, Mr. Jones just twists his body to one side and brings a right hook right towards Allen's ribs and give 'em a good crack.
COMBATSYS: Allen fails to interrupt Groove Master from MrJones with Jab Punch.
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Allen 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 MrJones
COMBATSYS: Allen has reached second wind!
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Allen 1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0 MrJones
In close and his all or very little drive didn't net him what he expected. Allen's in a bad way even before Jones comes around with that low right hook.
Digging in, Allen firms his stance and tries to launch a light, fast stunner from the left, something to make Jones blink and hopefully fowl the punch with the sudden shift of Allen's torso.
No Dice.
The man's fist hammers home before Allen can make contact, right on target, it hammers him in the ribs, forcing his breath out in a rush of air. Darkness creeps into the edges of Allen's vision. It's welcoming, inviting. Take a nap Allen. You had a good bout. Learning experience and all that.
One foot stumbles over another, he considers the offer of unconciousness. It's inviting if nothing else. Still... He isn't done yet.
Wobbly legs firm and Allen steadies his stance, shaking the cobwebs out of his head with a toss of his carrot top.
"Almost..." he confesses as he lifts his hands and balls his fists, the wary puncher looking ready for a longer bout.
Come at me Bro.
*KRUNCH!*
Sure enough, Mr. Jones isn't the type to blink when there's a counter attack coming, especially when he's in that close, he just went right ahead and nailed poor Allen in the ribs with all his might. Worse came to worse he would have just taken the blow to the forehead, but it seems he actually punched the rib cage so hard the attack never fully connected.
Jones keeps the pose of the right hook for a moment looking cool as ice while Allen stumbles backwards. Yeah, he's looking pretty dazed now, gauging from things the funky dancer guesses he'll fall right about....
Not now? "Woa." Very impressive, Jones blinks when he gets out pose'd by a man on his last breath and he just ~grins~ at his opponents enthusiasm. "Heh! You're cool!" He snaps his fingers at him. "Let's go get a cold one after this, my treat!" Even as he is saying this he's already rushing to continue his attack. He knows that Allen won't simply surrender, at some point he must unfortunately, take him down. "WASHOOO!!" Jones gives a loud Kyah and lunges at Allen with a right straight fist to his face.
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Allen with Gaudy Punch.
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Staying on his feet and being able to get himself out of the way are, as Allen just discovered, two entirely different things!
To haggered, too slow. Before he can even shift his weight there is a fist in his face. Just right directly in his face. Allen's head snaps back at the end of his neck, sweat and a bit of spittle cascading away as he fell back a step. It was back again, that feeling like he needed to take a nap, the darkness creeping in from the edges of his vision. Stars danced around in the world he could see, his left eye was working on further hampering his vision by intending to swell shut sooner or later.
Still, he stood. The man was hard to put down, it's how he earned himself this match. Just enough for one last rush.
His right hand wheeled back and flew forward with all he had, each and every bit of him put behind those four knuckles. A fist full of guts, a fist full of determination.
A Fist full of Justice
COMBATSYS: Allen can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Allen's Justice Fist.
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Mr. Jones' fist comes crashing down on Allen's face with a solid whack. But this brings Jones no joy, it was naught but a mercy kill to a foe who had earned his respect. When the counter attack comes Jones is actually so concentrated on his attack that actually brings his forehead crashing down onto Allen's knuckles so he can keep putting his weight on that attack. No sign of wanting to dance around the mat this time, it's just a straight up blow for blow.
As it turns out though and the smoke clears, Johnny Jones still has stamina left to back him up whilst Allen looks spent. He takes a few steps back watching the man slowly losing his energy and he gives a respectful bow.
"Sorry bro."
The cross counter leaves Allen at the bad end of the bargain. His feet won't be staying flat this time. He finally cannot pass on that nap. The lights overhead whirl and he feels weightless for a moment. "No borblem-" managed Allen before something thumped hard against the floor.
Sucker hit him so hard that his P got turned upside down!
Log created on 21:58:57 09/25/2011 by Marvin, and last modified on 09:54:16 10/03/2011.