Description: Mick gets away to think about his last fight, when along comes a Lucha. The fight is an eye opener for both...
He didn't come here to lose, to fall to others, but that's precisely what he did. His 'first' fight so to speak, him and two other guys stumbled all over themselves trying to beat that prettyboy Ryu to unconsciousness. True, others were amazed at at the fact that Ryu actually did fall unconscious, but Mick only saw his own failures, his inability to do much to the man from Japan. It bothered him, and so he came here, to a place he remembered watching all the time, as a kid. A place that now was so easy to get to.
It was empty right now, dead silent, with almost everything dark except the lights shining down on the squared circle itself. Here Mick sat in the corner, camo cargo pants with an old raggedy Motorhead shirt. He still wore his cracked, damaged hockey mask, looking down at the arena, in thought...
It's all about rolling with the punches for El Fuerte, an acrobat like himself can't be bothered about pesky loses. There's no shame in falling in Lucha Libre, every once in a while you're going to get pinned, the real shame comes when you can't get back up, when you can't shake free of that hold, that's when it's all over. To him it was an honor that he managed to fight Ryu and bring him down no less, so what if it took the combined efforts of three fighters? Why, Ryu has certainly bested many more before and he dreams that he too will one day achieve that level of greatness.
For now however, he must deal with more present matters, like one of his so called allies in that fight. El Fuerte bounds into the familiar ring and lands inside raising his arms as if to address a none existent crowd before staring at the Garbage Wrestler ahead, somehow he knew that he'll find him here skulking, he struck him as the type who would do that. "You! Estupido!" El Luchador calls out with a finger. "I told you to hold him steadier! Because of you, I ate a haduken to the face! Don't you know how to make a proper supplex??" Lee Pai Long and Ryu might have not caught on on MURDERHOUSE's sloppy wrestling techniques, but El Fuerte, being an expert wrestler, did.
He heard the little Lucha before seeing him, but he heard those little movements before the Masked Mexican spoke in that grating voice of his. You see, Mick had been a wrestler for a while, and heard the faint creaking of the ropes, straining against the turnbuckles as his "ally" catapulted himself into the ring. The seven foot Irish monster looked up, staring at Fuerte, almost incredulously. He tilted his head slightly, almost not believing the gall of this little pest, and a moment later, grabbed the top ropes, pulling himself standing, and immediately stalking slowly toward the little man. He didn't stop until they were eye to eye...kind of. Fuerte might have to look up, as Mick spoke in that quiet "barely contained" voice of his.
"Excuse me, asshat? Who do you think you are, talking shit about how I fight? In fact, what the hell are you doing here? Why shouldn't I staple that mask of yours to your face, huh?"
El Fuerte doesn't even hesitate when the seven foot monstrosity of a wrestler starts lumbering towards him. The Luchador walks boldly forth, directly towards Mick almost to the point where both their chests collide, badassery personified, he clenches his teeth looking directly at those eyes hidden behind the hokey mask. He's not surprised that Mick heard him coming, there was no attempt to stealth from his part. Even if he's a speedy and limber guy, sneak attacks are not his style! (At least not before a fight starts, he'll gladly slide behind someone to put them in a choke lock if he sees such an opening)
El Fuerte points up an accusing finger. "Pendejo! I am El Fuerte! Haven't you seen this face before??" He points to himself with two index fingers "And I've heard of /you/ Murderhouse Mick! If you wanna graduate from your garbage wrestling, you're going to have to step up your game, ese!"
Mick gave a grin, nodding his head, and stepped backward a bit...reaching up, he grabbed at his old shirt and ripped it away, leaving him bare-chested. He didn't usually do this, but he wanted to prove a point, first. He gave a sneer, and as he spoke, he tensed his muscles, slapping his chest loudly before presenting it.
"Hey, pal, you wanna fight, you got it. Take your shot!"
This was a game played between some wrestlers...a challenge, and a matter of pride. If Fuerte was worth his salt as a pro-wrestler, he'd know what was to be expected...
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has started a fight here.
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El Fuerte nods as well, this is what he wanted to see from the taller wrestler, a kinship only felt by practitioners of the same style, even if both were at the different ends of the spectrum. Though Mick is a Rudo and El Fuerte is a Tecnico, he still wanted to see a fellow luchador succeed, it would be no good if he ended up getting disinherited because he lost to /Ryu/ of all people. The guy just needed to be shown the ropes properly, or literally as it is the case with wrestlers.
He backflips away from Mick as the other rips his shirt and stands on the other end of the ring. "Yes! Let us Lucha!! I want to see Garbage Wrestling in action!" El Fuerte got a wide grin about him and lowered into a ready position.
"Vamos! Come at me with all you got!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has joined the fight here.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 ElFuerte
Mick watched Fuerte drop back, in that defensive style that a lot of little, speedy guys took, and shook his head while chuckling. He glared at Fuerte in an expression of violence, those freaky eyes of his unblinking.
"No, no no...I want you to come up here, take your arm, and I want you to hit me, as hard as you can. This ain't a trick, small-fry. I don't need 'em against you."
As he spoke, he took his hand, and smacked it against his chest loud enough to let it echo throughout the CWA arena...
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE takes no action.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 ElFuerte
Hm, this was rather awkward, El Fuerte preferred when his opponents attacked him first it left them vulnerable for counter grapples and he finds it odd that someone as big as MURDERHOUSE would want him to attack first. There's arrogance in it of course, this makes him proud as all Wrestlers should be proud of their style, but there's something else, something of a cultural difference.
It seems that MURDERHOUSE wants him to chop him in the chest, but there's no such thing in Lucha Libre, it varies from Garbage Wrestler on a fundamental level. Punches, kicks and things of that nature are just to open up the opponent for grabs.
Still he's not one to shy away from a challenge and he smacks his lips at the haughty caller from the bigger man. "You're gonna regret that, ese."
In a flash he's charging right at MURDERHOUSE with the blurring speed that he's known for and swings a haymaker strike right for Mick's face!
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE endures ElFuerte's Strong Punch.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 ElFuerte
That punch blitzed forward, crashing against the side of Mick's mask, the side that was cracked in a spider-web pattern by Ryu's foot. But the punch from this guy didn't shatter it or ruin it any, even though Mick staggered back, clearly rocked by the power of that blow. He had to stagger away, back turned toward Fuerte for a moment...but then, then he straightened, flipping his black hair backward down his neck. He turned around slowly, clenching his fist, and stepping into it, rearing back to land a haymaker of his own as he spoke.
"Pretty good! My turn, 'amigo'..."
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte endures MURDERHOUSE's Fierce Punch.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 ElFuerte
El Fuerte doesn't usually fight like this, he's not a blow for blow type, but he's making a special case for MURDERHOUSE. There's something about this fight that just /reeks/ of testosterone wanting him to prove who is 'mas macho'" "RRGGGH!!" He doesn't try to avoid the punch, after his own fist crashed against that hokey mask leaving his knuckles bleeding, the luchador reeled back and /SLAMMED/ his own forehead against Mick's devastating haymaker.
"Now can we lucha!? Or is Garbage Wrestling really just another way to say boxing!?" The luchador grabs hold of Mick's meaty arm, sneaking under it and twisting it to them slam the wrestler's elbow against his shoulder for a bone popping technique!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Quick Throw.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 ElFuerte
No surprise there, Fuerte was faster than Mick. He was grabbed, his arm wrenched, and the Lucha's elbow smashed down against his shoulder in a way that made him grunt. He sneered, and pulled his hand free from the Lucha, and tried to spin Fuerte there around. If he did, he'd launch his left hand forward, throwing a collection of jabs at the face of the smaller Lucha, and if all this went to plan, he'd throw the big kahuna, a vicious strike from his right forearm, wanting to see if he could make a little mouse swell up on Fuerte's cheek.
"Oh you know, we're a little bit of everything..."
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits ElFuerte with Shuffle Combo.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 ElFuerte
Always gotta take that risk when fighting taller guys if you're a grappler, you can go in and grab them if you want, but one must remember always to disengage before a counter attack. In a fight like this, El Fuerte finds himself too hoaxed into fighting toe to toe to remember to pull back, leaving himself open for MURDERHOUSE spin! The Luchador staggers back, flailing his arms a little getting socked in the face a couple of times by some jabs before getting a backhand to the cheek!
"GRAH!!" That stung a bit, and indeed El Fuerte's mask seems to have a bump now where his cheek is swelling up. Still the luchador just glares from under his mask, a glare the usually very happy go lucky wrestler doesn't get, there's something vicious in him that makes him enjoy this fight a little too much. "Always did like cross training." Mutters he as he dashes to the left quickly making it look like he's trying to run away, only to dash to Mick's right to sneak right under the man's armpit. Once he's behind him he delivers a vicious kick to the back of Mick's knee causing him to bend backwards a little, in order for the Luchador to wrap his arms round MURDERHOUSE's neck and just drop down, with all the combined weight, seeking to SLAM the back of his head into the mat.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE fails to counter Tepache Bomb from ElFuerte with Cemetary Gates.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 ElFuerte
Mick saw Fuerte dash under his reach, and before he could stop anything, he felt that kick, to the back of his knee. Sure enough, just like the Lucha planned, the seven foot monster bent back a little, and gravity and force did the rest. However, before the back of Mick's head crashed into the mat, he was able to pivot sideways, his forearm taking the brunt of the impact. He snarled and pushed himself up quickly, grabbing in his waistband, and grabbing a small piece of glinting brass metal...he stepped forward and threw another punch at the jaw of Fuerte, but this was aided by a shiny pair of knucks!
Mick saw Fuerte dash under his reach, and before he could stop anything, he felt that kick, to the back of his knee. Sure enough, just like the Lucha planned, the seven foot monster bent back a little, and gravity and force did the rest. However, before the back of Mick's head crashed into the mat, he was able to pivot sideways, his forearm taking the brunt of the impact. Still, it made him rather woozy, and he worked to his feet slowly, shaking off the cobwebs...
"You're pretty good."
This time around El Fuerte stays focused, he knows he needs to get the freak out against an opponent like MURDERHOUSE. Staying inside his circle of defense means a world of pain. Even so, the luchador is a trained grappler and will go in no matter what, it's just a matter of when and how. Right now though he needs to disengage and after slamming Mick's head into the ground, he bounces back to his feet and spins quickly on his heel to face the other wrestler. Whereas Mick is slow to get back to his feet, El Fuerte is already in a position where he can attack, moving like some kind of crazed Mexican jumping bean in speed, then again he wasn't just slammed on the head so that may be a reason why.
"Don't stop to compliment me! It won't make the others hesitate!" The luchador chides to MURDERHOUSE, like a Chihuahua barking to a Pit Bull, but since Mick is currently on his knees this gives El Fuerte enough leverage to swing a freaking kick right for his masked face! No wrestling technique or anything, just a vicious attack, more akin to Garbage Wrestling than Lucha Libre.
Something is wrong, El Fuerte is usually not this brutal. There's something about MURDERHOUSE that is getting to him, making him want to fight harder.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks ElFuerte's Calamari Slide.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 ElFuerte
Mick was getting his ass kicked, and this was the kind of environment that the big man really excelled in. Mick 'sensed' more than saw Fuerte charging in, and felt the rush of air that would soon follow a little(but power-packed) foot rocketing right for his face. He brought up his arm, letting shin smack against forearm rudely as Mick rushed to his feet.
"Shut up and fight? I can do that."
As he spoke, he grinned and tried to grab Fuerte's head with his left hand, to send that same blocking forearm smashing into the Mexican's masked face, but that wasn't all. If this worked, Mick would 'flip' Fuerte on his back, and taking a step back, the Irishman would 'fall' forward, like a chopped down tree minus the call of 'Timber'. His hockey mask-covered forehead would aim to smash into the chest of the Luchador, a falling headbutt that was famous in the smash-mouth American styles of wrestling.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte interrupts London Bridge from MURDERHOUSE with Calamari Slide.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 ElFuerte
Somehow, El Fuerte knew that goading someone named MURDERHOUSE was a bad idea.
The kick collided against a strong forearm causing the Luchador to step back and grimace, he wasn't built to deliver kicks like that too, he really needed to stop trying to trade with Mick...but he didn't want to! He couldn't!! It was his pride as a wrestler on the line more than just a simple fight.
"AGH!" Getting grabbed by the masked face is never pretty, nor is it to have iron hard forearm cracking into the forehead. Strikes like those are not El Fuerte's...forte and he takes the blows solidly enough. However, grabs are and when MUDERHOUSE lifts his relatively light weighted frame up to try and slam him Batista style, the Luchador jumps over MURDERHOUSE's head, turning around to wrap his hands around his face and pull him backwards so they both fall. Normally this would mean that Mick would be falling on top of El Fuerte and turn him into a tortilla, but the willy Luchador tucks his legs in so that when they both slam into the ground MURDERHOUSE gets two knees jammed into his back courtesy of El Fuerte.
That was a 'recent' move Fuerte pulled off, a clear sign of the generation the little Lucha grew up in. And as Mick fell backwards, feeling a bony pair of knees bending his spine unnaturally, through a hazy fog of pain he knew that this was not his enemy. This Fuerte, he was a product of the times like Mick, showing the versatility and adaptability that was their strength! Mick hit those knees hard, bouncing off Fuerted and sluggishly rolling to his feet, a fire in his eyes. It was time to pull out something serious!
When Fuerte also got to his feet, Mick grabbed at the Mexican, trying to grab his neck and leg, and prop the smaller man up on his shoulders...After a moment, Mick put his foot on the second rope, and sprung up, into the air!
Now, why was there a thick, wooden table set up outside the ring? And why was it on fire? The ring was empty, so who set it up? Still, this was probably the least of Fuerte's worries, as Mick came down, trying to drive Fuerte's head, neck and shoulders, straight through that flaming table, to smash him against the concrete outside!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges MURDERHOUSE's Hellfire Hammer.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 ElFuerte
Yes, it's strange how such a strange sense of kinship can be sensed while beating the crap out of each other. El Fuerte had fought many a wrestler before, but never one that truly tapped into the carnage that is wrestling. Sure there is Zangief with his devastating pile driver, Haggar with...the same pile driver, Hugo with his body slams, Tizoc with his...more body slams? Wrestling had always been present in the World Warrior tournament, with many a decent representative. But it had always been a joke! Never had a wrestler actually /won/ any of the tournaments, they would get up in the charts only to fail miserably to some far eastern martial art like Kung Fu or Karate. When would it be their time?? When could they truly claim that they were as devastating as any other of the styles??
That time, was now.
As Mick dragged his body upwards to quickly lift him over the ropes, the luchador recognized the move as the same MURDERHOUSE had done against Ryu. It was the decisive factor against their so called victory against the ultimate fighter. If MURDERHOUSE's special attack could even crack a dent on Ryu's indomitable defense, then this is what he was looking for. This is how he really wanted to fight.
There would be other times for El Fuerte to get philosophical. Times that didn't require him getting tha' hell outta the way to not get his head slammed into a table on fire. He questions not where it comes from, for this is wrestling and anything can happen here! Like for example, the wily luchador wrapping his legs hard around MURDERHOUSE and flip in mid air, so that it's now the garbage wrestler who's upside down speeding directly towards his table with El Fuerte on top!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Fajitas Buster.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 ElFuerte
Mick went through a table, his back slamming hard against the concrete floor. A bit of blood sprayed through the small mouth-holes of his hockey mask, every muscle tensing at the sensation. He would lay there while Fuerte rolls off, his hand fishing around in his pocket...a moment later, a flick of a later, and the hiss of a hairspray can, and Mick would be launching an impromptu flamethrower, right at the face of the Luchador while he rested.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits ElFuerte with House of Fire.
- Power hit! -
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 ElFuerte
Such a rush!! El Fuerte had many wrestling fights, but few as bloody as this! It made him wonder how other practitioners of martial arts could even compare against them, surely you wouldn't see a Karate match as brutal as this, or even a Box one for that matter. No, nothing could compare to this, to them!
El Fuerte rolls off quickly enough after the slam, even if his mind isn't concentrating his body is, and he rolls immediately away from those lingering flames of the table. Not that it does him any good, because MURDERHOUSE seems intent on setting the luchador on fire as he shoots a can of spray for an improvised flamethrower to scorch the poor Fuerte. "AAARGGH!" He puts his arms over his face to protect himself as best he can feeling heat licking at his skin, jumping backwards and falling on the empty seats of the ring.
It looks as if that's it for El Fuerte as he dares stir not for a few moments. Until suddenly, the still burning figure of El Luchador raises, a mad grin on his blackened once white mask and goes to RIP one of the chairs right off it's hinges. The luchador jumps up another chair and propels himself in the air with the chair up hight aiming to SLAM Mick's head with the hard metal seat.
"HAHAHAHA!! CALIENTE!!"
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE fails to counter El Fuerte Dynamite from ElFuerte with Cemetary Gates.
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COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE can no longer fight.
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How does this fight end? No cameras around, reader, that's a good question.
Log created on 22:18:36 11/20/2011 by MURDERHOUSE, and last modified on 09:18:30 11/23/2011.