Description: It's like Dance Central 2 only with fireballs and Jeet Kun Do instead of a Kinect. Mr. Jones may have an uphill battle in the, uh, battle, but in the end his opponent concedes that the Afro Samurai is the undisputed lord of the dance... floor. (Winner: Frei)
Traveling around the word, meeting interesting people and fighting them is all that Mister Johnny Jones is about! Honored to have been giving permission to decorate the Noise Factory to suit his tastes for this fight, the retro and disco fanatic flew to Japan several days before his fight was scheduled to get things ready. When it comes to fight dancing, everything must be perfect for Mista' Jay.
Regulars of the Noise Factory might take the redecoration with some amusement, maybe some chagrin to those that recognize it but like it or not everyone's going to be more than a little surprised unless they know of Mr. Jones' background, in which case, such a thing would have been expected. The entire ballroom has been changed into disco dance floor, all with the 70's flair of groovy funk, flashing blue, purple and pink flashes cascade down the ivory colored floor to reflect the light of the unmistakable disco ball hanging overhead.
As an added touch of his eccentricity, Mr. Jones has asked the band to play a cult classic, "Funky Togetherness" the themesong he shared with the wrestler Kang when they stepped up to the ring to fight the other Dragons.
As the groovy music starts playing, Jonesy will be found right there in the disco floor breaking it down, surrounded by ravers that are dancing with him before the fight starts.
"Woo woo! Woo Woo! Funky!!"
SOME TIME AGO
Frei, wearing his prettiest sailor fuku, dispatches a demon shouting "MOON HEALING ESCALATION!" Alma makes an approving gesture and dives out a nearby window, tuxedo tails flapping in the wind.
NOW
So the world was saved and Frei had a brush with the demon world and things were really starting to get hairy out there. But somehow it had worked out alright in the end, and that's the important thing... well, that, and he wasn't in any way required to sacrifice his own life to hold back a horde of ravening otherworldly devourers, which is in his estimation a pretty good thing. Since then, the chi sage has been in hiding, meditating and thinking on all the things he learned about the world during the King of Fighters tournament.
There's only so many months of that you can endure before going crazy, however.
It's never that fighting has been the 'fun' choice for Frei; he doesn't find the actual act of combat enjoyable, per se. Yet his experiences in the fighting world have led him to interesting people and interesting places, and Saturday Night Fight usually delivers in that regard. So he threw his name in the ring, and lo and behold they had a fight for him. In Sunshine City, where there is STILL something in the air that leaves the red-haired fighter a little uncomfortable. But when he steps onto the dance floor at Noise Factory, seeing his... uniquely attired opponent and the choices he's made for this match, Frei can't help but quirk a bit of a smile.
"Nice to meet you," the be-freckled fighter says to Mr. Jones, while simultaneously slipping his trademark wooden sword into his back belt loops. "You seem like a guy that knows how to enjoy himself."
There's a *GONG!* sound -- apparently the only thing they could hear over the band -- and Frei nods at his opponent. "I could use a little of that right now. Good luck!" And then he starts things off, because the gong told him to. Closing the distance with Jones, he doesn't do anything flashy; a simple quick jab to test the waters. Of course, this is Frei we're talking about, so even that jab hums with a field of chi energy.
COMBATSYS: Frei has started a fight here.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: MrJones has joined the fight here.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits MrJones with Quick Punch.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 MrJones
Sadly, or perhaps thankfully, Mister Jones missed that recap. Though likely it's for the best since having strange flashbacks of his opponent in a sailor fuku might have unnerved him too much to fight properly. And they say that /he/ is the weird one.
Thankfully he knows how to distance himself from confusing stuff and keep his mind filled with the funk by dancing. Like two sides of the same coin, very unlike Frei, Mister Jones thinks that fighting is the best thing out there, the ultimate way to have fun with other people other than just dance with them. He doesn't forget what he came to do here though and as he senses that the time soon comes to get truly down with the groove, the crowd of ravers disperse leaving the two opponents alone in the dance floor, the deafening music being the only thing heard here.
Jonesy glances at the boy he is to fight tonight, his shades flash with some recognition in his face and nods as well before making the bow he does to everyone. A quick greetings by lowering his head and wrapping his right fist with his left palm in a representation of an old Kung Fu sign; Peace over Power. At least, if Frei knows anything about Kung Fu, this will tell him that Jones is one of the good guys.
"Thank mang, you ain't looking like you're having too much yourself." The retro maniac smirks as he relaxes into a Jeet Kune Do stance, his nunchucks dangling on his belt since he heard his opponent likes to fight with a bokken. "Let's see what we can do to wipe that frown from your face." Ready to have some fun, the afro man martial artists motions to Frei to come on and he gets his response quickly enough when the boy sends a jab at him. It's quick and predictable, easy to catch, but he didn't expect it to be covered in chi and when his palm connects with knuckles he pulls his scorched hand back in pain!
"YOWCH!"
% That smarts. Jonesy wiggles his burnt hand making a face before he suddenly sends a straight haymaker right at Frei's nose, pushing himself with the back leg to drive his whole weight forward! "WASHAA!"
COMBATSYS: Frei dodges MrJones' Gaudy Punch.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 MrJones
There is a really great moment for the cameras as Mr. "Doctor Beat" Jones suddenly sails forward, fist outstretched. The promo stills for the DVD with this episode will feature a determined and pleased-looking Mr. Jones and, by contrast, a slightly panicked-looking Frei, green eyes wide as he scrambles to the side, only just barely avoiding that flurry of punches by a hair's breadth. The redhead sort of rolls to a crouching stop on the dance floor, letting out a breath he wasn't sure he was holding. You never know, with the more... eccentric ones. The nunchaku and the Kung Fu sign were a guess, but even with that knowledge in hand, he wasn't expecting that.
More distressing, though, is the idea that he looks... out of sorts.
"Well, it's... you know..." the redhead says sheepishly, turning his head to the side and scratching his cheek, a mannerism he hasn't quite ever been able to break himself of. Shaking out his hands, he gives Mr. Jones a wan smile. "You also seem like you enjoy flashy moves... now there, at least, I think I can oblige you."
Frei sets off for the Kung Groove Master at a low run, licks of scarlet flame clinging to him like faerie fire, until he suddenly lashes out with a high kick at his opponent, the 'fire' taking the form of a mirage-like clone of Frei that strikes a second time at a different angle. Tricksy! But great special effects.
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits MrJones with Kagerou.
- Power hit! -
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Frei 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 MrJones
Man, these attacks sure are a pain to deal with! Jonesy's fist swings and misses and though he keeps his cheesy grin there, there's a clear sign of his eyebrow quirking showing just the lightest bit of frustration. He can feel a lot of power on this boy and he doesn't want to get him get away from him too much in case he starts shooting stuff. Besides, hand to hand combat is his expertise, he wants his opponents to dance to his rhythm, not the other way around.
Mostly because Frei's rhythm involves him shooting fire clones of himself and that just spells doom for the 'fro yo! "Gah!!" The groove master takes a step back and puts his arms up to protect his face, but there's little he can do about flames covering his body and he feels his yellow jump suit getting scorched. "Woo boy! That ain't no special effects!" He reels back with a crazed laugh despite smoking. "Who's your agent?? If I ever get back to the film industry I'd like to have you on my next movie."
There's a shake to his head though, something about this whole scenario not sitting right with him. "Nah, I ain't feeling this one. Yo DJ! Change it!" The man snaps his fingers and the band switches from playing "Funky Togetherness" to "Wicked Fight in Shanghai" maybe the switch of beats will help his funk out a bit.
The warrior dashes towards Frei again moving from side to side making himself a difficult target and suddenly lashes out with a back left fist, aiming to crack Frei in the jaw. "WASHOO!"
COMBATSYS: Frei endures MrJones' Jab Punch.
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Frei 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 MrJones
What is it with Kung Fu specialists and fame? Fei Long, Alma, and now Mr. Jones... that said, as he watches his opponent carefully, Frei observes that the dynamic and charismatic Mr. Jones seems more or less perfectly suited to performance. Maybe it's not the Kung Fu that does it. Maybe people with this sort of dynamic personality naturally gravitate to Kung Fu?
And then there's a punch to worry about and this becomes an academic question.
Jones is quick; Frei's not confident he can get away from his attack a second time. So, he does the only thing he can think of in the limited time he has to make a decision: he sits there and gets punched in the jaw. It barely seems like he even moves to avoid it, mostly because he doesn't, and there's a grimace on the redhead's freckled face for a moment while the impact rings through his jaw. And then perhaps to Mr. Jones' displeasure, he snaps out of it.
"Not bad," he indicates. Does he mean the punch or the song? "Reminds me of the old days back in China." Again, no help.
Of course, Frei then shoves his hand forward, open-palmed, with gusts of wind chi swirling around it. It's a simple strike to Jonesy's stomach, intended to put some distance between them again.
COMBATSYS: MrJones fails to interrupt Fierce Punch from Frei with Slide Double.
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 MrJones
It's not Kung Fu perse, it's Jeet Kune Do, but Mr. Jones isn't one to dwell in the details. What matters is the performance, and right now the performance...ain't going too well for him. The funky martial artist retracts after his jab connects and arches an eyebrow at the boy's comment. "You've been to China? Is that where you learned to fight?" He asks quizzically and raises his shades a little whilst keeping his Jeet Kune Do stance. "Can't say I recognize your style I'm afraid." Tha' Jones fancies himself a learned individual in all things that involve martial arts, so it irks him that he can't guess the boy's style just by looking at his stance, though then again Frei isn't standing in one.
Those shades lower again like the visor of a knight's helmet and he prepares for the incoming blow. He raises a leg in attempt to intercept him using the longer reach of a kick, but suddenly, something happens. One of the band musicians strikes the wrong note in the song! THE BLASPHEMY!
Mr. Jones freezes feeling a disturbance in the funk and suddenly there's a punch to his gut driving him back. "Uggh!!" That looked like it hurt and he bends over a little holding his stomach. "Sunnuva biscuit eater.."
That'll teach him not to start raving before a match.
Well... the polite thing to do is to answer the question, isn't it?
"I lived there a long while," Frei says carefully, observing Mr. Jones and his recovery from being struck. There was a disturbance in the Force just now, he's sure of it... as if Frei lucked out because of some twitch in the fabric of time and space. Or at least, something like that. "But not necessarily learning to fight. Sort of. It's..."
He pauses for a moment, thinking of this. His old Chinese master taught him chi manipulation. His mother taught him swordsmanship. And then there's just the bits and pieces he's cobbled together from all the people he's fought over the years.
"...it's complicated," he finishes lamely.
Deciding not to press the attack, Frei instead steps back and observes, glancing now and then between Jones and the band. "Kind of reminded of Aranha," he says suddenly, blinking at the realization. "I don't suppose you've studied capoeira, too?"
COMBATSYS: Frei focuses on his next action.
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 MrJones
"It's cool brotha', ain't no shame in using a hybrid style. Hell that's what Jeet Kune Do is all about, the best things from all styles fused into one funky mix." A lot of people can't handle carrying a conversation while beating the living crap out of each other, such people are not Mister Johnny Jones Damon, who for him fighting is as natural that he'll be casually talking about the weather as he kicks a guy's teeth in.
At the very least the groove master is given some time to recuperate and puts his hands on his knees while they chit chat about this and that, just two guys beating each other up! "Capoiera? No, not really. I mean I've seen it but the thing about Capoiera is that it's really /really/ hard to effectively use in a fight. You need to be a master to pull that off in the streets, ya know what I'm saying." He clears his throat and straightens himself back up. "Not dissing on the style of course, I've fought Momoko-chan after all and she kinda kicked my ass." A flashy grin and there's that Jeet Kune Do stance again.
"Let's keep dancing yo!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones gains composure.
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Frei 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 MrJones
Fair enough.
If Jones is all manic motion, Frei is by comparison somewhat... boring calm. It is clear who the crowd favors on this one; Jones is into the music, moving back and forth, and the crowd eats that up. Sadly, even when he is having a genuinely good time, Frei's just a little too placid to really be a crowd-pleaser. But it's hard not to get caught up in the Afro Samurai's good spirits, in the end, and Frei finds himself swaying a little bit to the beat. "Huh. Now I kinda feel like doing karaoke..." he mutters, barely audible over the din.
Right. Well. Okay.
Deciding that he wants to be in the spirit of things, Frei takes a breath and cups his hands, palm in, near his chest... between them a spark of some white-ish light starts glowing. Taking off toward Jones at a run, the chi sage lets the power build until he gets close, and then thrusts both hands forward. The white then bursts into a billion multicolored fragments of elemental energy, exploding outward like... well, a rainbow bomb, basically.
It looks REALLY sweet reflected on the disco ball.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Frei's Reiki.
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Frei 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 MrJones
Not even the most stoic and stone faced souls can resist the pull of the groove! Though it's the diversity that keeps things interesting, it'd be far too chaotic if everyone was a funky maniac like Jonesy and, no offense to Frei, it'll be boring if everyone was as cool and collected as himself.
"Hahah! That's the spirit!" Jonesy laughs at the karaoke comment but that's something he's not going to oblige right away. It's better to save it after the fight.
By now he has also learned that there's just no way out of Frei's ranged attacks. Jones can deal with kicks, punches, swords, tonfas, grapples and all that mess easily enough, but hadokens n' stuff? Those are trickier and by that he means that he doesn't know how to deal with them! So when the energy rainbow ball of destruction comes his way he decides that he is not one to shy away from the groove and...CHARGES!
"OOOOooooo..WATAAAA!" The retro maniac swings a fist at the fireball causing it to explode in a flash of spectacular light, his left knuckles burn but at least this time he kept his suit from getting burnt even more. Then, from the burning disco flames comes Mister Jones, diving directly towards Frei to deliver massive open palm strike to the boy's face!
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks MrJones' Funky Impact.
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 MrJones
Now there's a surprise!
It might be gratifying for Jones, too, to see that Frei's expression shifts from the pleasantly calm mood he was in during his attack to genuine surprise at the disco-powered fighter's tactic for dealing with the result: heading into it face-first without fear or reservation. The fact that it appears to work, defensively-speaking, says a lot about it, too. Thankfully for Frei, he spins backwards from the point of his attack, giving him enough time to throw up a forearm in the path of Jones' fiercely powerful punch, wincing a little at the stinging numbness that creeps up his arm from the... well, Funky Impact.
Despite himself, though, the redhead remains impressed. "Into the future undaunted. I think I understand how you got where you are," he says to Jones evenly. It's a compliment, even if it might not sound like one at first blush. "Okay then. Stepping it up a notch in 5... 4..."
Then Frei does a tactically inadvisable thing: he rushes forward, attempting to use some good old-fashioned martial arts on Jones, grabbing for his wrist. If that works, he suddenly pivots and drops the Kung Fu Fighter to the proverbial mat, before twisting and finally drawing that bokken of his, letting a crackle of blue-white lightning dance along the blade as he brings it down on the floored Jones. Of course, this is all contingent on that little grab...
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Frei's Close-Quarters Draw.
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Frei 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 MrJones
"Tch!" Mister Jones smacks his lips at the boy's compliment, even as he slams his open palm onto Frei's arms making him skid backwards. "Don't give me too much credit, I still got a long way to go in the ways of the funk!" A surprisingly humbling thing to say for the otherwise very arrogant actor, but he can't take much praise now from the boy that is currently giving him a run for his money. Though it might have looked impressive, his defensive tactic to run at Frei's energy ball and freaking /punch/ it out of existence was done out of desperation and even he looks surprised that it worked, sorta.
Thankfully he is now inside Frei's circle of defense and this makes the boy rely on martial art techniques, Mr. Jones' bread and butter! "Woohaa!!" No sooner has his arm been grabbed, the funky fighter busts out some pretty snazzy defensive maneuvers by twisting his wrist in Frei's grip and slides his hand right out of the hold, pulling his wrist between Frei's index and thumb fingers where the grip is at is weakest. This allows him to stay upright for when the bokken strikes comes and he SLAMS his forearm sideways into the weapon, bashing it out of the way causing him considerable pain. "Dang it..." He feels the burn of chi energy on his arm even now, this is hurting a lot more than it normally would if it was just a regular sword strike.
Enough is enough, Mr. Jones feels that he is not giving the crow what they came here to watch and goes for broke! Jonesy's shades flash as he ducks low and suddenly he's flying up with his foot leading as he delivers a rising guillotine kick right for Frei's neck!
"GROOVE MASTA'!!!"
COMBATSYS: Frei endures MrJones' Groove Master.
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Frei 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 MrJones
He should get out of the way, but...
"Even finding your own Way is a big step."
...he decides not to.
Something in Frei wants to see what Mr. Jones is capable of, Funk and all. It's a risk; after all, even a few of the glancing or deflected blows that Frei's suffered from this yellow-clad martial artist will still be sore for a while. Taking such a hit right on the chin without defending himself is probably going to hurt, a lot. But inside, he wants to see the result of Jones' training and style. So when the Groove King suddenly is in his grill, rising kick and all, Frei steels himself for it and stands his ground.
Briefly, anyway, because Jonesy's kick sends him skyward in short order before the guillotine kick sends him right back down to the ground with resounding *WHAM!* sound. But what is only caught on replay, however, is that as this is all going on, another haze of bright white light is gathering in Frei's hand, even as the complex and powerful kicking technique is delivering unto him a serious beatdown.
Which is why when he lands, and then stands up again, he adds an upward sing of the arm with the same motion. In the path of his motion, rippling pillars of white light surge out of the ground, looking to pay Mr. Jones back in kind.
COMBATSYS: MrJones endures Frei's Hokuto Rekkoudan EX.
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Frei 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 MrJones
Frei's kind words are appreciated even as Jones is about to kick him in the mouth, but truly they are not needed. "You're a pretty wise kid! But you should save your pearls of wisdom to those who have strayed from the path of the groove." Just as a martial artist should be, Mr. Jones is very spiritually enlightened even with his materialistic way of life which is why he feels no regrets when he kicks the boy sky high! To him, it is the greatest honor that he could give another warrior who has pushed him to his very limit. Kind of like a congratulation kick to the grills.
Flipping in the air to land on his feet, Jones knows that the boy is made out of harder stuff than that, it will take far more than a boot to the face to keep him down and sure enough Frei gets up. A quirk on the eyebrows is seen when the boy's hands are raised up and the chi is gathered in the air. You know what? Why bother? He is not going to get out of the way of this one and thusly Mister Jones smirks and does the unthinkable. He breaks his Jeet Kune Do stance and just stands up straight. Just once, he wants to see what it feels to have an incoming energy blast hit him square on without putting his arms up to protect himself and when the beam of light approaches him, the funky dancer does nothing other than just stand there and grin.
*BLAAM!*
Well, what did he expect to feel? It hurts like the dickens. When the smoke clears there stands Mister Jones covered in sooth, his afro slightly on fire and his shades crackle and break falling on the ground revealing brown eyes underneath. Interestingly enough, he is /still/ smiling. "Okay, I give." He coughs out and falls on his butt, quivering a little to the lay on his back.
"Crap..I think I need an ambulance." The retro fighter mutters when he suddenly gets an idea! He can use his new iPhone thigimabob to call them! Unfortunately, he doesn't know how to use yet being stuck in the 70's and he ends up calling a pizzeria on the speed dial. "Hello? What? This ain't 911?" A pause...well since he's calling. "Yeah, can I get two large with extra cheese on 'em?" The crowd sighs, Jonesy is a freaking buffoon as usual.
"Ayyo Frei you want anchovies on yours?"
COMBATSYS: MrJones takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones can no longer fight.
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It's got to be those youthful looks of his. He's 29! Not that anyone ever seems to believe that fact.
Breathing heavily, Frei watches carefully as Jones decides to take the hit much like Frei did, and then... topple over. Well, that's one possible outcome. Standing up, the redhead brushes sweat from his brow, then walks over to where Mr. Jones is sort of... involuntarily reclining and plunks down next to him on the floor. Funky though he is, Frei can tell that Mr. Jones is a decidedly working-class sort of hero, and so he doesn't insult him by refusing an offer of pizza in the slightest. "I'll pass on the anchovies," he says carefully, smiling, before flagging down a waitress. "I'll have a strawberry mojito. And he'll have, uh... I'm not sure but he'll probably want three or four of them." Alcohol: depressant AND anaesthetic.
When that's all said and done, he extends a hand to Mr. Jones with a smile. "Thanks. That was fun."
Log created on 13:08:17 11/12/2011 by Frei, and last modified on 09:22:36 11/15/2011.