Description: It's time to get funky at the Duck Pond with Blanka and Mr. Jones up tearing up the dance floor, quite literally in this case. The Beastman's got some crazy moves that's for sure, will a retro disco maniac keep on with the beat of the jungle?? It's the dance off of the century and one that will prove to be devastating for not only both competitors but for Duck King's dance club. WARNING: Contains Watermelons. (Winner: Mr Jones)
'The Duck Pond: Proudly Hosting Saturday Night Fights!' The sign outdoors is a beacon to those who like a) dancing and b) watching people beat each other up. Inside, well - the bass is bumpin', the music is pumpin', and the crowd is, as to be expected, jumpin'. Throngs of people have filed in and paid their cover charge to dance the night away and watch some of the best fighters around duke it out.
Blanka's dressed 'street' for the occasion, leaving the denim shorts at home, and instead wearing regular jeans and a oversize hoodie with a picture of Animal from the Muppets on both front and back. The sleves are pushed up, and all along his forearms are dull bracelets in different muted colors. He bounces up to the main stage, pushes the hood back off his head, letting his giant mane of orange hair spring free, and lets out a howl that is answered by at least some of the drunker partygoers.
It's party time at the Duck Pond again. Everybody here knows tha' Jones, they know this face is all about the raving and the fighting, ever since his grand return to the clubs back where he took on one of the Shadaloo dolls and put on a grand show; even if he got a tooth knocked out in the process, but hey! Ain't no publicity that is bad publicity.
The crowd begins to part to give for Mistah J, who has been informed of who his opponent will be for the night. He has fought humans, and he has fought animals, but never one such as Blanka that is both at the same time. The thrill of taking on such a formidable stunt excites him and he enters the dance floor with a flashy slide, a wide grin on him showing his pearly whites as well as a silver molar.
"Well! Looks like I'm gonna have to take on someone straight from the Jungle tonite!"
Jones chuckles softly and reaches for his characteristic shades.
"I guess you could say that the SNF officials are completely.."
Shades: On
"Bananas."
YEAAAAAH!
There's never anyone as cool as Mister Jones, this much is true. Blanka himself is blissfully unaware of how cool or uncool he himself may be. However, he cannot deny the inherent awesome of Mister Jones, and he laughs at the reference, even if he doesn't quite understand it.
"Gonna have a good fight." Blanka crik-cracks his neck from side to side as he readies himself, then drops down into a slight crouch. There's a flicker of his electricity that courses through his hair, spiking it up and poofing it out - and at the same time, the colored bracelets festooning his arms flash brilliantly. "Come on! Blanka ready!"
COMBATSYS: Blanka has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|
Aw shucks, come on, Mr. Jones isn't that awesome, in fact his corny arse reference did get him a soda can thrown at him from the back and it bounced on his 'fro. "Hey! I saw that Duck!!" That break dancer is just jealous of his style! Still, Jones grins to himself when he sees the green skinned, crazy haired savage warrior chuckle at his joke, much better than the ice queen he fought the other day. Looks like everyone is ready to have some fun.
The electricity emitted from Blanka reflects on his shades and his goofy grin slowly disappears, replaced with serious fighter's focus. "Aww yeah, I'm sure this is gonna be dope." The retro fighter cracks his knuckles and bows respectfully to Blanka, fist on his palm to represent the ancient Kung Fu teaching of Peace over Power. "Alright! Let's do this!" With a whip like noise, Jones takes on a Jeet Kune Do stance and starts inching towards Blanka, trying to know the other opponent out first and see what kind of fighting style he's got.
COMBATSYS: MrJones has joined the fight here.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 MrJones
Inch, Inch, Inch! Blanka watches Jones warily as the man starts to advance on him! After all, there is quite a lot to beware of! The green giant eases down into his combat stance, knuckles and the balls of his feet hitting the stage, hunched down as he plots out what to do. And then... action!
With a sudden howl, Blanka bounds forwards. Mouth wide open, teeth showing, he wades forwards. There's little to no subtlety in his movements - instead, it's just a rapid windmilling of arms aimed at battering Jones' defenses down, a decidely animalistic approach of pummelling. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends Blanka's Strong Punch!
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 MrJones
There it is! The strength, speed and brutality that he had expected. Johnny Jones' shades flash when Blanka comes in swinging like a jungle berserker, but the martial artist doesn't lose his cool and never breaks his Jeet Kune Do stance. Inching your way into an opponent may be slow, but it gives you ample opportunities to defend yourself and with an opponent like Blanka; you better damn keep your fists up!
"Woo!!" Blanka is fast and strong yes, but due to his lack of an actual fighting style he is also predictable and Jones sees the attacks coming even before they are swinging at him. The dancer martial artist parries the blows by striking Blanka's forearms with his own and stop the windmilling clubbering. Now, since he when for the overhead block that means Blanka's front is exposed and those shades flash again. Jones is an artist above all and tonight, Blanka's chest is his blank canvas! "WAATAAA!!" He sends a fist right in the middle of Blanka's chest, a blow that could likely cause cardiac arrest on most men, but Blanka is sure to be able to tough it out!
COMBATSYS: Blanka fails to interrupt Gaudy Punch from MrJones with Electric Thunder.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 MrJones
So smooth! Mister Jones' moves bounce Blanka's wild swings well out of the way - and leaves the Brazillian Beastman wide open! Surprised, caught off guard, the giant green man can't do anything but gawk and gape, open-mouthed! The incoming fist is something that most men would worry about, but not Blanka!
As the moment of impact comes close, Blanka's body flickers and sparks with that bright blue-white light. Electricity bounces around his body as a defense and an attack in the same time - but the fist manages to hit in between the pulse of his lightning, the impact sending him skidding backwards, and right onto his keister. Sore, eyes wide with surprise - but Blanka still laughs. "Good! Good fightin', show Blanka what you got!" In an instant, he's on his feet again, and already starting to close the distance!
Wow! Wow! WOW! Back up! Did Jones just hit a power fuse or can he hit people so card it makes electricity? The answer is neither; he forgot that he read on Blanka's profile that he can shoot lighting out of his body and just after the moment of impact Johnny Jones is retracting that fist in a flash to avoid lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Man..that was close." Even if he is the one that punched Blanka it looks like he was the one in danger of getting the worse of it.
Not only that but Blanka is laughing! It's Jones as just expected, this guy is one tough mo frigg. "Heh! Sure thing brudda! Just keep 'em coming!" Jones hides his nervousness with his goofy facade, but in his mind he's already thinking. Gotta punch this guy fast and then retract or I'm fried, in and out like a boxer, it reminds him of that one carnival game where you gotta scoop the fishes with paper nets faster than the net rips.
Battle plan drawn in his head, Jones assumes his Jeet Kune Do stance again seeing Blanka coming back for more. The retro fighter stands in one leg and sends a front snap kick right at Blanka's face to pop him in the nose, retracting it back immediately making his leg look like a cobra strike. "SHOO!"
COMBATSYS: Blanka blocks MrJones' Light Kick.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 MrJones
Cobra strikes?! Blanka has seen this before, from living in the jungle. When the nose-striking foot comes in, Blanka's meaty paw is right there, the impact a sharp report on the stage. He tries to close his fingers around it, but the swift strike is too much for more than his fingers to slide along the foot before it retracts.
"Blanka trying to punch too hard. Time to turn... the tabarooos!" The tables will turn indeed - Blanka backflips away to get himself a hint of space, and then curls up into a ball. Bouncing once, twice, and then a third time, he suddenly seems to violate every sort of rule about accelleration and potential energy turning into active motion - flying forwards straight at Mr Jones' in a blur of green and orange!
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Blanka's Rolling Attack.
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Blanka 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 MrJones
Even if that didn't connect properly it's a good thing Jones retracted, forget about the electricity, this guy also has claws! "Ayyo! Watch the nikes bro!" He stands in one leg with his striking leg raised up, something like a crane stance, but not to defend himself--Jones is checking those nasty claw marks on his shoes! "They are limited edition." Though he hardly thinks Blanka, being from the jungle, cares anything about fashion.
"Say what?" Thankfully for Mr. Jay, Blanka speaks to him before attacking and he pries his gaze away from his precious shoes towards the incoming green ball of destruction. Here's another interesting move unlike anything that Jones had seen before, it's not something you see in regular martial arts competitions or even street fights. Jones starts back pedaling unsure of what to do at first and he is given little time to think since Blanka's impossibly fast flying charge comes barreling on him. He throws his arm up to defend his face, taking the blow on the forearms instead causing him to slide backwards with Blanka still spinning. However he can feel that momentum giving way, Blanka isn't flying it seems, he just propelled himself really hard and now he's gotta deal with gravity, looks like he can only defy physics so much.
Jones sees an opportunity there with an airborne Blanka and he literally leaps into action! Leading with both feet up, he sends a flurry at kicks at Blanka, not caring where they land right now since he's tucked into a ball, he just wants to drive him back to the dance floor.
"ATATATATATATATATA!!"
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures MrJones' Bicycle Kick.
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 MrJones
*THUMPATHUMPATHUMPATHUMPATHUMPA* Feet batter the balled-up Blanka, sending him skittering and tumbling, bouncing on the stage, making it shake and rumble. The momentum he gets is a good thing - eventually it takes him out of range of those flying feet, and up to the wall. He hits the side of the stage, and goes straight up it. One giant mitt grabs onto a light fixture, and from there, he hangs and stares down at the other fighter, observing him from afar.
"Blanka not trying hard enough yet, seems like. Other fighter, really really garoood." With that, well - he has to pull out all the stops. In this case, he will even have to use his specialty jungle technique that he taught himself, the perfect way to crack hard nuts! Letting go, Blanka splays his arms out wide and legs out wide, aiming to land the thickest part of his chest right on top of Mister Jones' afro! "BLANKA BELLY FLOOOOOP!" he proudly proclaims as gravity takes over for him!
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Blanka's Strong Kick.
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 MrJones
Not the 'fro! Oh my God! NOT THE 'FRO! Jones and the rest of the spectators couldn't even feel Blanka crashing into the stage like that causing everything to shake. With how loud the music is here and how everyone is cheering a damn Earthquake could rock the entire city and everyone would think it's just the DJ's doing! What they really do notice, in particularly Jones, is Blanka going for the body slam trying to flatten Jonesy into the funkiest tortilla ever.
"Oh snap beans!" Mr. Jones' eyes boggle from behind his shades and he flails his arms. The arching attack was kind of slow, but he was so petrified by the fear of Blanka landing on top of his afro that he didn't even move. Instead he dug his heels on the ground and -caught- Blanka, their chest colliding and he starts staggering with the giant beast in arms as if he was carrying the biggest, greenest baby ever.
"Dayum you're heavy!!" There's also another problem, Blanka is too close to him and that means he can get electrocuted! Seeking the fastest way to be rid of him, the retro fighter heaves back and then forward with all his might to just goes to slam Blanka on the ground back first.
COMBATSYS: Blanka fails to interrupt Combo Grapple from MrJones with Wild Fang.
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Blanka 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 MrJones
He ain't heavy, man! He's my baroother! Well, ok. Blanka's pretty massive, that much is true. That Mister Jones can catch him is pretty impressive, and when Blanka's not squirming, that dead weight is all the dead-er. He's gotten his opponent slightly staggered, and this makes him try to take advantage. The twist and grapple, still perfectly fine to deal with!
Blanka tries to focus the 'fro, his jaw unhinging, and his hands scrabbling at Jones' clothes, trying to hitch himself up high enough to nom and slobber on the hair, to score a demoralizing victory thru the copious use of saliva. Sadly, however, the throw-er is faster than the throw-ee, and Blanka finds himself slammed to the stage and slightly stunned. It's only a momentary thing - even after he hits the wood, he's starting to move again. You can't keep a good beastman down, after all!
In and out, in and out! Just as soon as Jones manages to slam Blanka back first onto the stage, he is immediately letting go of those legs and moonwalking back, combing his afro in the process looking slick as hell. Dude really knows how to party. "Close!" The retro fighter grins keeping that cool facade despite fearing what might have happened, Jones saw those fangs bared a fraction of a second before he slammed Blanka down, once again proving that if he had been just moment too slow he would have paid for it dearly.
Johnny Damon Jones twirls his comb tucking it on his pocket again to reassume his Jeet Kune Do stance. Blanka is relentless and he's coming to charge him once more, no doubt in the savage man's eyes and no fear in his heart--but then again how could anybody fear Jones? He's so goofy!
The fact that he can dislocate jaws with kicks might be a good reason though. And Jones aims to do just that now. Seeing as Blanka likes to bend low when he moves it's not too hard to reach his face which prompts Jones to swing a fast roundhouse kick going to strike the Beastman right on the side of his jaw! "WAAAASHOO!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Blanka with Slide Double.
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Blanka 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 MrJones
No man can stand up to the power of Johnny Damon Jones! Even if he isn't a black belt. Or maybe he is. Blanka only uses a belt to hold up his pants! He is far too divorced from fighting styles to know these silly things. What he isn't divorced from though is from Mr. Jones' big foot catching him right in the side of the face! Blanka doesn't get a chance to move himself out of the way, the hard rap of foot and bone sending him spinning and sprawling to land in a heap. He's slower to get up now - breathing hard, sucking in great lungfuls of air.
"Keep fighting.. Gonna finish good fight 'n good show for everyone." He's still smiling, though there's something more feral in his look - not frustration, not anger - just an intensity that comes up. "Blanka bein' sloppy, Jones not. Time to make stage.. sloppy!" With that, he bounds upwards again, to the second level of the stage - but only for a second. From there, he slaps the prepared box that he'd set up beforehand, and out tumble a huge amount of green melon and watermelon. He leaps down at Johnny, feet first - planning on the barrage of suddenly sloppy fruit to keep his opponnent from being so slick in his dodges.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Blanka's Tropical Hazard.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 MrJones
Despite being all laughs and flairs, Jones is..quite the brutal guy! Likely he is a black belt in a martial art, but his main focus, Jeet Kune Do, it's not a very gentle art, it's meant to hurt people and hurt them bad with all the grace of Kung Fu and the brutality of Boxing. But that's not the worse part, the really somewhat scary part about Mr. Jones is that when his foot connects with that jaw he actually...~grins~. This guy maaaaay be somewhat of a psycho if he takes pleasure in hurting people like that. Aw but never fear, he's still just a big ol' floofy floof and starts skipping back when Blanka is sent backwards. That grin of his may be just his delight at Blanka's enthusiasm to keep fighting, maybe, hopefully... "You know it brudda, the show must go on!" Actors like pleasing the crowd.
What they don't like is watermelon all over their clothes and the dance floor to boot. "What the--" Watermelons?? Really? Watermelons??.......Waterme--"ACK!" Jones doesn't get over the shock of Blanka hiding a crate of fruit on the second floor of the disco and he gets splotched by sticky gooey yet surprisingly delicious nastiness. "EEWWW!" The crowd shrieks as well and they all starting backing up to avoid getting fruit rained on them, though Jones will no doubt end up having the worst deal, he's getting hit with more than just fruit, Blanka is coming down on him to stomp him with a double kick! Avoiding that is madness, if he tries to slide out of the way he'll just slip, land on his face and get stomped to oblivion anyway. Thus he takes a defensive stance and bends his body slightly sideways. This causes two things: Blanka hit Jones in the shoulder rather than in the chest where it hurt a helluva lot more, good, but also! Jones has his hands free and Blanka is in mid air again, meaning that he's exposed! "HYYAAAAH!" Quickly does Mr. Jones lifts Blanka's legs up with his right arm and pushes the beastman's chest down with his left, going to, once again, slam the guy's head on the disco floor.
COMBATSYS: Blanka blocks MrJones' Aggressive Strike.
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Blanka 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 MrJones
Again, Blanka lands on his opponent, using the bracing of his feet on the man's shoulders to gather some potential energy. As Johnny tries to slam him to the ground, the acrobatic animalman flips backwards again, one hand tapping the ground in a un-meloned spot, landing on his feet and facing forwards.
"Blanka not fall for that one again..!" he says simply, then reaches into the mess of gooey red and black seeded watermelons. Coming up with one or two in his hands, he begins to hurl them in rapid succession. One, two, then two more - using them to try and keep his opponent off-guard, while he figures out what to do next! "Come and fight, if aroo can!!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones dodges Blanka's Huge Thrown Object.
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Blanka 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 MrJones
Aw come on! Lucky shot! How come the watermelon affects Jones but not Blanka?? Must be the beastman's affinity with nature he guesses! The fact that he threw him down directly on a spot that wasn't soiled with melon juice surprises Jones more than Blanka doing a nimble back flip to avoid his counter throw.
"It was worth a shot!" Jones cackles and reassume a fighting stance, thinking that Blanka will once again start charging at him and have a proper Kung Fu fight. Instead, Blanka shows his real aggressive nature by start flinging watermelon chunks at him! "Hey! Watch it!" Jones ducks the first one thinking that's all of it only to eep at the barrage of fruit sent his way. "Dude! Come on!" The retro fighter cringes and starts weaving from side to side to avoid the rain of fruit. That's not proper fighting!! Didn't Blanka's mom teach him it's not polite to throw food?- Oh wait.
Anyways, another of Mr. Jones many pet peeves is that he doesn't like people dirtying up his dance floor, forget the fact that it's actually Duck King's club. All discos in the world belong to him by principle!
"QUIT THROWING JUNK!!" Demands the funky martial artist as he sees an opening in Blanka's rain of watermelons, flying right at him with a foot extended to guillotine kick him right in the neck!
COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Groove Master from MrJones with Vertical Rolling.
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 MrJones
Throw, throw, throw. One might think that Blanka was doing this with no caution or care - but believe this! Each melon thrown is a melon he /cannot eat later/! This is a painful thing to do, made all the worse when Johnny dodges so adroitly, making the melon mashing all for naught. He would cry, were it not the middle of a fight! Such a waste!
When the demand comes in, with the skills to prove that it isn't really useful, Blanka does as requested - the last melon tossed upwards as Johnny starts to advance. The beastman opens his mouth and swallows the thing whole, chewing it in one gulp in the split second before Mr. Jones comes in with that flying kick. Blanka then drops into his crouch, and bounds straight upwards in a rolling ball - hitting Johnny from beneath and sending him upwards! He's not completely unscathed, though - when Blanka lands again, he's unsteady - eyes a little dull and that normally eager look a blit muzzy.
"Sunnuva biscuit eater!!" Mr. Jones up saying out of reflex when Blanka ducks low again and bumps him on his butt, sending him flying upwards! It's almost a comical thing to see, Jones being sent high up in the air flailing his arms all the way as he spins and spins. "Woaaaaa!!" It's not he who told Blanka to start chucking melons at him, so the beastman gets no sympathy from him in that regard. He should have stuck to fighting him up close in the gory glory that is hand to hand combat, even if that didn't seem to be working for the jungle berserker! There's not a whole lot of sympathy he can offer when precipitating to the ground, right now all he can do is aim.
Aim, for that large green skinned body currently down on the ground looking dazed. Perfect for a counter! Mr. Jones spins several times in the air going for the acrobatic manuevers, positioning himself in a direct crash course towards Blanka. "Heh.." He chuckles softly to himself, thinking this is somehow funny. "Check it out!"
"JONES BODY SLAM!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Blanka with Funky Impact.
- Power hit! -
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Blanka 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 MrJones
As Blanka lands, he's already preparing for his next move, not quite thinking about what Mr. Jones may be doing next. As he suddenly notice the lights going darker, he thinks to look up. And suddenly, JONES FROM NOWHERE! Crash cource indeed, making Blanka try to scrabble out of the way, but fails, feet slipping on tasty melonsauce. He falls onto his face, and is then unceremoniously landed atop of by Johnny Jones, a heavy *THUD* resounding on the stage. It's a few seconds before Blanka can stir - and all he's really able to do is flop to his back and stare up. "Blanka got no more. You.. really strong." - the jugnle man's never afraid to say someone's his better. And in this case, the better belly flop wins!
COMBATSYS: Blanka takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.
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"OOOF!!" Note to self: Never do that again! Mr. Jones ain't no wrestler and he has neither the weight, nor the endurance to belly flop people like Blanka does. He's all about skill and dexterity, not slugging it out with folks! Still, Jones is notorious for pulling crazy maneuvers out of nowhere which has earned 'em a few wins..actually all his wins, he's not really that skillful, just damn annoying.
The martial artist rolls right out of the way and sprawls on his back. He was certain that Blanka was going to electrocute him there but looks like that last strike really punched all the air out of him. Jones would know, it did the same for him. As he lays there next to Blanka, the martial artist simply snorts and raises a hand up, the only thing that says he won this match.
"Funky!"
Then he reaches for some watermelon and starts munching on it. Hmm, not bad.
log/desc It's time to get funky at the Duck Pond with Blanka and Mr. Jones up tearing up the dance floor, quite literally in this case. The Beastman's got some crazy moves that's for sure, will a retro disco maniac keep on with the beat of the jungle?? It's the dance off of the century and one that will prove to be devastating for not only both competitors but for Duck King's dance club. WARNING: Contains Watermelons. (Winner. Mr Jones)
Log created on 17:17:11 10/29/2011 by MrJones, and last modified on 09:41:27 10/31/2011.