Description: Half a dozen railways twine and intersect amongst fueling stations and empty boxcars. The train yard is an important icon of Russia's history, with burly men hefting steel sledges to scar the earth with their sleek rails. To celebrate the station's 145th birthday, only the manliest of men may set foot upon its hallowed grounds. Frank, who himself looks like no stranger to hard work, is set against Faolan, who enjoys one of the world's manliest professions. Laborers from miles around will be cheering from atop trains and rooftops, watching these two titans go at it!(DKO)
So, things hadn't worked out so well, and Frank lost his first SNF, but truth be told he'd let other things distract him. He didn't want to cave a woman's face in, and at a crucial moment, he let her stand up in guilt over the damage he'd done to her earlier. But that wasn't the case now, against this "Faolan" character. The great big man looked along that trainyard, feeling the sun starting to set in the West, giving the area a remarkable golden glow. Frank stared at it in deep thought, that remarkably ugly face as impassive as a stone, but his eyes, hidden to look like darkness under his dock worker's cap, nonetheless taking note of the remarkable sight that he witnessed every day, but somehow on a foreign turf, it was even more magnificent. The six foot nine, three hundred and eight pound behemoth merely waiting patiently, for the arrival of his opponent.
Faolan himself was almost unsure if he was going to signup again while he had some off time. Lately it sure seems the officials really like putting him up against that Aussie she-devil named Reese. No, instead he finds himself fighting a guy that might put his own physical prowess to the test from what he is told. When he was told that by the officials it just put Faolan in a better mood. It has been awhile since he has gotten in a good old brawl.
The Ikari Warrior whistles a bit to himself as his bata idly taps against a shoulder as he adjusts his hat some while looking about. This certainly is a place where manly men would hang out and fight. Seems like the officials did well in picking this spot. "Which one is Frank?" he asks then he gets pointed over to the larger man and the Irishman ends up grinning again. Oh yeah, this will be fun.
"Hey fellah. You ready for this dance?" he calls out while waving with his free hand, the other one still gripping his bata tightly.
It was hard not to be in a good mood here, an empire of sweat, and steel, and work in the sun, the smell of coal and fuel and progress filling the senses. Dressed in just a pair of jeans, a wifebeater, workboots and his wallet chain hanging from his pocket(not to mention his hat..but that was sort of a given with Frank), he turned slowly and appraised his opponent, noting the stick impassively as he stepped forward, lazily putting his hands up. It was the stance of a man who never spent a moment learning from someone else, but also the confidence of someone who'd been through this routine many, many times.
"Always did have two left feet, yeh. Yer startin' us off?"
It isn't often when Faolan feels dwarfed by another fighter. He isn't exactly a small man in his own right, but he looks rather average when compared next to a man of Frank's size. "Me?" he asks then he gives a bit of a shrug. "No need for that. I want to see what you got." he says and he moves to stand a few feet away. He lets his feet firmly rest on the ground and he grips his bata with both hands as he sizes up the other fighter. This should prove to be quite fun if the guy hits as hard as the merc is guessing.
"Ready when you are." he comments as he doesn't look ready to move just yet. He keeps his stance and his eyes narrow as he keeps his gaze on the other fighter. At least in this case he knows he isn't going to be shot in the face with energy or the like. It is somehow comforting knowing you are just probably going to get your facemeats punched in. Most of the time that is easier to deal with.
COMBATSYS: Faolan has started a fight here.
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Faolan 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Faolan focuses on his next action.
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Faolan 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Frank has joined the fight here.
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Frank 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Faolan
"Gotcher, yeh." Frank nodded as he walked forward lazily, swaggering like a pirate walking across a rocking ship, not bothering to conserve too much...but also not wanting to go for broke and get his nose broken by that battan. He surged forward, body pivoting in a natural method as the large, meaty fist of the man called Frank surged forward, aimed right for the face of the other man. He wanted to see what Frank could do? Alright, Frank could do that!
COMBATSYS: Faolan just-defends Frank's Strong Punch!
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Frank 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Faolan
The Irishman awaits while trying not to seem too excited by the battle that is about to take place. Is he in over his head or is the Ikari training going to pay off this time around in this battle of bruisers. For now it might seem at least the latter. It is still a feeling out process in the long run. He really no idea just how strong this guy is. He finds out soon enough as that huge fist comes his way. Less insane people would get the hell out of the way, but Faolan instead raises his bata and the fist meets wood. It is amazing that the bata doesn't just break from the impact that does push the Ikari back a few inches. He lets out a low whistle and nods. "Not bad at all."
He doesn't remain standing in that place for long. It is time for him to try his own luck at hitting the big guy. He lunges forward as he releases one end of the bata and thrusts with it to just jab the tip up into the chest of Frank. There is a strange electrical jolt too if it happens to impact. Wood isn't supposed to do that, right?
COMBATSYS: Faolan successfully hits Frank with Bata Thrust.
- Power hit! -
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Frank 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Faolan
Flesh, meat, blood and bone connected with wood, but Frank didn't give any indication of it hurting, and when Faolan thrust that baton forward, Frank let it smash into his sternum, and again, it didn't hurt very much.
But the volts of electricity surging through his body stung quite a bit, his muscles tensing almost way too much, and when Faolan pulled it away, Frank woozily shook his head...
Then he snarled, stepping forward and swooping both his hands forward, trying to clap his hands loudly with the Irishman's head right there for the impact. Frank was trying to rattle the man's brain a little, try to return the favor from that little tag.
COMBATSYS: Frank successfully hits Faolan with Bell Ringer.
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Frank 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Faolan
There is a light tch as his bata strikes home, but it is like meeting a wall and the two are left in a stalemate where ground isn't given up on either side. It is also something that turns out to be bad for Faolan because he is not nearly quick enough to get out of the way of the large hands when they come in at him. His attempt to shift his footing an to throw up a proper defense are too slow as well. He feels the powerful slap of both hands connecting against his head and in turn disorients the Irishman for a moment.
"Thought as much. You are going to be a tough one to take down." he says while shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. Of course once again he probably does the least sane of things and keeps in close as he grips his bata tight with both hands and steps forward to thrust both arms out and slam the length of the bata into Frank, delivering another shock if it connects.
COMBATSYS: Frank fails to interrupt Saying Hello from Faolan with Jab Light Flurry Combo.
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Frank 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Faolan
Another attack, another streak of voltage. Frank tried to step forward to deliver a punishing counter-attack but it didn't work, and Frank just felt his skeleton tightening even more, his jaw clenching so much that he felt cracks along the enamel, and the faintest amounts of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. But he didn't step back, didn't do much except flex and tighten himself more, grimacing at the pain.
Faolan doesn't realize how big of a bullet he dodged there. He was so intent on landing the hit he didn't realize he as close to stepping into a world of pain. Instead it seems his attack was enough to keep him from experiencing a beatdown for at least a few moments. There looks to still be plenty of fight left in the big guy. Beating on this guy is just like having to get in a fight with Ralf or Clark. You can just keep hitting and it doesn't seem to do much. "I knew I had a reason to look forward to this. Just can't find good fights like this usually when I sign up for this." he comments while taking a few steps back.
Both hands remain gripped on that bata as he gets back in a defensive posture once more. He takes a deep breath and he decides to see what Frank will do next. All the time he catches his breath while at the same time there is a building of blackish looking energy curling about the part of the bata that is between his hands.
COMBATSYS: Faolan gathers his will.
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Frank 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Faolan
Frank was thankful for the break, but seeing the man step back, Frank knew he had to put on more of an offense than he had so far. Big meaty fists surging forward as Frank staggered on, he aimed to throw a collection of powerful, wild swings, aiming them at the man's ribs, or his head...or rather, just aiming for the general area of Faolan. If this succeeded, he'd end it with a quick uppercut, and a 'weak' one by Frank standards, of course Frank standards weren't exactly human standards...
COMBATSYS: Faolan blocks Frank's Jab Light Flurry Combo.
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Frank 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Faolan
In comes the larger fighter again and Faolan seems prepared somewhat. That first swing seems to nail him on the shoulder, but then he manages to move to where he can get his bata in the way of the other strikes before they ever manage to hit him. It is enough to where he thinks he sees an opening soon after that uppercut is attempted and he just surges forward to ram his shoulder into the stomach of Frank to try and even move the wall of muscle.
Though that wasn't really the attack he was going for anyways. It was something attempted to throw the large man off balance, but in the end it was to assist with him bring his bata around to try and take the legs out from under Frank and finally take the big guy down onto the ground. "Hup!"
COMBATSYS: Frank blocks Faolan's Quick Throw.
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Frank 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Faolan
Frank felt the solid shoulder slam into his general body mass, and while he had an inkling the Irishman was going to try something, he still wasn't prepared for that exact move. He felt the truncheon lock from behind his knee, and while he did go down, he was able to control it, mainly slamming down on one knee, and not the one Faolan 'grabbed'. Frank chuckled.
"yer pretty good, yeh."
After another moment, Frank surged up, and reached forward to try and grab the thighs of Faolan. If he succeeded, Frank wouldn't try anything fancy, just trying to throw the Irishman into the sky and generally behind him, not really caring where he landed.
COMBATSYS: Faolan endures Frank's Quick Throw.
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Frank 0/-------/-======|=======\=====--\1 Faolan
This is certainly a fight to tell the guys back at base about. He is sure a few will be jealous they didn't have a chance to come along and watch first hand. Some might see it on television, though. Of course that is a bad thing for Faolan just because they are going to make fun of him for at least one part of the fight. That is for being picked up and actually tossed up and behind the larger fighter with relative ease. When grabbed there was little he could do other than brace himself and go along for the ride.
He lands with a heavy thud and he scrambles to his feet. "Tch, I'm good." he tells himself more than anything. He will do his best to keep his feet on the ground for the rest of the fight if he can help it. Of course now he is more the one still trying to get Frank off of his feet. With a deep breath he rushes forward again, this time it is his turn to become a flurry of strikes. Several swings of the bata are taken to batter the man all on the arms, legs and head before he goes to make one final thrust to slam the tip into the chest of Frank. Upon impact a much larger release of energy comes out from the bata to shock the large fighter.
COMBATSYS: Frank endures Faolan's Hair of the Dog.
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Frank 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Faolan
Frank took that bloody assault, getting stung and battered, his head snapping around from a few of the blows, and slight bruises forming upon his bones and even more rarely, his flesh. Finally the big finale comes, that baton striking across his chest, and Frank took the energy, finally, finally screaming out.
Then his left arm shot up, the fist aiming for a quick uppercut, to smash across the chin and jaw of the Irishman, and if he got hit with it, there's no denying it, he'd be launched into the sky. But that wasn't all!
Frank, if he hit this first move, he'd be in the zone, and would lash out that wallet chain like a lasso, to loop it around the wrist of Faolan. If this happened, he'd yank the smaller man forward, to cause him to hurtle at a furious speed, right into the vicious, vicious right hand punch from Frank, a mixture between a haymaker and an overhand punch, something that would send the smaller man flying.
But only if this hit, of course.
COMBATSYS: Frank successfully hits Faolan with Stay The F&$%K Down!.
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Frank 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Faolan
Faolan is actually left panting just a tiny bit after that assault. All that movement took a bit out of him. Even worse is the case that he seemed to have only made Frank angry. Very, very angry. He could tell the guy was just made entirely pissed off by the way he felt the uppercut slam into his chin and things just go upside down for a few moments. He is a bit at a loss what to do about this big guy when he can't even take him down. Usually he is used to being in that role. Not being the guy sent flying by powerful strikes. The backwards momentum is only stopped by the hard wall the Irishman impacts against then htis the ground.
Some of the onlookers just think things have ended, but after a moment the limp body of Faolan stirs and he starts to get back to his feet. "Can't let ya....get me that easily..." he says with a chuckle while giving a slight grin. There is blood coming from one corner of his mouth as well as some coming from his nose. Nothing a visit with a sexy nurse won't fix. He staggers a few times then he rushes forward. Some might compare it much like a lemming going off a cliff because what Faolan is doing may as well be suicide as he aims to launch himself forward and put all of his weight into a shoulder ram that he follows up with a hard headbutt to the man's jaw.
COMBATSYS: Frank interrupts Sheehan Special from Faolan with Giant Shove.
- Power hit! -
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Frank 0/-------/------=|=======\====---\1 Faolan
After landing two powerhouse hits, both to the face of the Irishman, Frank wasn't used to people getting up, after he told them to stay the fuck down. But here he was, rushing toward him, and Frank gave a snarl of respect, those hidden, darkened eyes gleaming with pride...this, THIS was a fight! Frank rushed forward at the same time that Faolan did, and rushed forward, placing both his hands on the chest of Faolan, and shoving as HARD as he could, not caring what the man hit, and not caring to hold back, not at this point, not when he was so close to falling, himself...
He stood, ragged breathed, too tired to do much of anything else at this point.
If people want a good old brawl this would be the match to watch. Of course you can have those fancy flame wielders or breast ninjas that overall probably are more entertaining, but there is just something fun about two guys leaving the kids gloves off and punching one another into oblivion. Faolan meets Frank in a powerful clash of meaty fury. A clash that the latter seems to get the upper hand on as he pushes Faolan along for a ride into the wall again due to the large shove given by Frank.
He staggers a bit and seems like he has noodle legs at the moment. He slumps forward and weakly jabs his bata up against Frank and as the Irishman starts to fall forward he attempts to use what strength he has left in him to shove the monster of a man that is Frank away with the aid of both bata and a release of energy once more. Either way the Ikari lands flat on his face and doesn't move after that.
COMBATSYS: Faolan can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Frank blocks Faolan's One for the Road EX.
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Frank 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Frank takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Frank can no longer fight.
It worked, and Frank was hard pressed to damage a dandelion. The baton hit his chest with a pitiable impact but the surge of energy blasts through the big man. He flew backward, landing on his feet again but they stumbled backward...eventually, his back hit the side of a large red boxcar, Frank finally slumping down, blood streaking down his face and mouth, his wifebeater ripped and burnt from the vicious voltage. After a moment, he went to his side, pushing weakly at the ground, but definitely unconscious.
This fight was over.
Log created on 21:37:17 11/05/2011 by Faolan, and last modified on 09:32:11 11/07/2011.