Description: Edge and Gan come across some guy trying to mess with people in their turf. The freak seems like there might be some bark to his bite at first, but he can't stand against the double-fisted power of friendship! The punk drops a dangerous trophy for the two dimwits before being tossed like the trash he is.
Gedo high is something of a troublesome school, as people living nearby well know. A rowdy bunch of delinquents and punks, they've done wonders to bring the property value down. When housing is cheap (and shoddy), even more bothersome people move in, which in turn draws more trouble, and...really, it's a whole mess that doesn't look like it'll be fixed anytime soon. Hell, tehre's graffiti on the walls from five years ago, and has anybody bothered to clean it up? Of course not! Most of the trash cans along the sidewalks are dented and decorated, and no one really cares.
Unfortunately, all this means that the few local business around here are staffed with tough old crones. Small, wizened women aren't afraid to smack a large kid's hand when he tries to walk off with something. A rainbow suplex? That's not excessive force in this neck of the woods. Those who've made their living here are strong, but more importantly, they know when to leave well enough alone.
Today, this single tenet is being held to the letter. Just outside of the only convenience store that sells spank mags to minors, there's a whole lot of noise, but very little attention paid. Three men--
CRACK!
...Four men are laid right out on the sidewalk, their faces beaten to the point that they're swollen and discolored. Broken bricks and dented trash cans are littered about nearby, while one single man is standing. He's a scrubby guy, six feet if he was an inch, with a dirty flannel shirt on over his bloodied wifebeater. It doesn't look like his blood, though; his face is clean, save for the wispy scraggling of facial hair that's started to bud. Mere moments after having dropped the last man, Chad--if the Scooters nametag on his shirt is any indication--drops his ass right down on the man's face. "Where the hell is it, huh? WHERE--" He bounces once or twice, really working his butt on the poor slob's senses. "--IS. IT?" When he doesn't get a satisfactory answer immediately, Chad brings both hands up, palms together, and slams them down toward the guy's grains in a wicked double axe handle. "I ASKED WHERE THE HELL IT IS, asshole!"
If anyone were to be the physical embodiment of Gedo High's reputation, or to be the mascot for the delinquents that call this place their campus, the first person to come to the minds of most of the locals would be the nickname attached to the purple-clothed hooligan currently striding down the street. Edge strolls alongside the massive behemoth that is his best friend, hands stuffed into their pockets as he walks in his typical lazy slouch. "I'm tellin' you. We can't keep spendin' all the money we been makin' on your food bills. Either that, or we gotta start gettin' into more fights. ... which, really, I'm okay with, just.." He stops for a moment, then a bit of a grin lights at his face. "'ey, let's stop by the library, huh? I bet they got a new shipment in." That giant broom-style haircut is used to gesture in the direction of the corner store.
Before even waiting for a response from Gan, Edge shifts in mid-stride, turning down the street that leads up to that very convenience store.. only to happen upon Sta--Chad. Chad, yes. For a moment, he considers letting the man go; no reason to get involved in some other man's fight, after all. But then.. "HEY! HEY, MOTHER FUCKER."
Once again, without even waiting to see how Gan feels about the idea, Edge withdraws his right hand from its pocket, then slips it into his jacket before withdrawing one of the multitude of army-style knives held within. It starts spinning in his fingers before the point of the weapon is used to gesture right at Chad.
"NO ONE RUBS THEIR ASS ON THESE PEOPLE ON MY STREET BUT ME, YOU HEAR ME!?"
To be fair with Gedo at least some of the students mean well even if they don't always show it in the most stellar of ways. Much like Edge Gan has a bit of a reputation of being a hooligan himself. Then again the people that work the shops around the streets know the big man will also help do any heavy labor for either a meal or some extra money to buy said meal. "I have been training alot. It just makes me want to eat more." the sumo explains while trundling along with his friend.
He takes the turn to head down the street as well and he just sort of stares at the happenings. Edge is much quicker to act and get the man's attention. Then again when you are a man the size of Gan just being around is often intimidating enough that he doesn't need to do any shouting. His little buddy is plenty good at that anyways. The guy doesn't look familiar either. Probably explains why he doesn't realize what a bad idea it is to be starting fights in Gedo Territory.
He does crack his knuckles as he slaps a meaty fist against the open palm of his other hand. He is actually familiar with that shop. He is a young man afterall and he sometimes is given a few mags to share with his friends when helping out the shopkeeper. "You better go now unless you want trouble." he says finally, but for now keeps his ground. The guy can't be dumb enough to try to pick a fight with both Gan and Edge, can he?
A bad idea? Why, it looks like this Chad guy has things pretty well-handled, here. Four down, not a scratch on him... What's to worry about? But really, blasting a man in the tackle just because he's too muffled to answer? That's just plain mean. Currently, he has the aforementioned packed in a death grip, its owner squirming and flailing uselessly. Pinned down as he is, he can't help but make high-pitched and pitiful noises while he's violated so terribly.
And then Edge has to go sticking his nose in things.
"WHAT." He doesn't respond like it's a question or anything. He lifts his head up, eyes narrowed and glowering at the tower-haired buffoon. Not that he can say anything. You see, Chad's brow is adorned in the most stylish of foreign brow-wear. Someone had taken a band of silver and spiked the ends of it up like a bunch of thorns, then stuck an emerald in the mess as though to dare anyone to try and pull it from its prickly perch. And this gaudy, expensive-looking thing? It's right on Chad's head, like he's some sort of king.
"Hey, first off, fuck you." As Gan comes in and threatens him, he jerks his head toward the rotund gentleman as well. "And number two, fuck you, with your stupid friend's little pencil dick. If you don't mind, I'm trying to have a chat with one of my boys here." Man. He doesn't even seem flustered at the knife. He does seem to have high blood pressure or something, with how red his face is. "So piss off!"
COMBATSYS: Edge has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Chad has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Edge 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Chad
COMBATSYS: Chad wears a sweet metal crown on his head. It menaces with spikes of silver. And malice.
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Edge 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 [E] Chad
Rather non-chalantly, Edge looks up.. way up towards Gan. "Well, I guess he does raise a very strong argument. I mean, his speech touches on some very important socioeconomi--GO FUCK YOURSELF YOU COCKSUCKING ASSMONKEY." Wild eyes whip around towards Chad now as the smaller of the two Gedo students glares across the way. "YOU HEARD ME. You go startin' shit on Gedo turf without our permission, then you go talking to my boy Gan like that?" His brow furrows notably, just before his right hand shifts, leading the way for his body to spin around in a sharp sideways turn. His right hand whips across in mid-turn, sending the knife in that hand spinning straight for Chad's face as he tucks into a second spin. His left hand slips into its jacket as he moves, then right at the end of the second turn, his left hand slices across, sending the second blade spinning straight for the abdomen of the mouthy little fuck that's currently attempting to have a rather sincere heart to heart with the fallen man's bait and tackle.
"GO TO HELL!"
COMBATSYS: Gan has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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In some circumstances Gan could feel those two men could get along well if the asshole wasn't up and messing with Edge and Gan's turf. He really doesn't have to say anything given Edge says more than enough for the pair at the moment. Gan just watches as Edge goes in to teach the crown wearing weirdo a lesson. Gan is much slower to move in on the action. Mostly just because he is staying out of Edge's way and letting his friend do his job of slicing up the mouthy punk.
Once Edge is out of the way is another thing. Chad might soon find himself to be a very unlucky fellow. Mostly because Gan seems more than ready to just grab the man with both of his large hands and heft him upwards and over his head. He takes a moment to look around and then spots an set of trashcans and just decides to toss the man that way. He does his best to even land the man into one of those cans. He was thinking about trying basketball out sometime so may as well work on his aim.
COMBATSYS: Chad dodges Edge's Double Blade Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Chad interrupts Strong Throw from Gan with Face First.
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Gan 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 [E] Chad
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That was the wrong move, little man.
As the two punks coming up on him seem to be so riled up, Chad does them the honor of at least standing up. The man beneath him gives a pained groan as he tries to curl himself up into a fetal position, both of his hands slowly drawing in to cover his junk. His abusive "boy" steps aside, patting his chest once and extending his arms in a simple motion. "You got once chance to bow before me, or I'm gonna gut you two cute little piggies all over the GOD DAMNED STREET!" The tendons in his neck are clear as he just gets so TENSE. His face shakes with the anger that drives him, which is directly at odds with the way his lips are trying to force themselves into a smile. God, this feels good. It's the thrill, you know. The anticipation of pain doled out on another. But for him?
Oh, hell no.
Chad is like a blur as he slips past Edge, ducking past the dangerous gleam of a double-slash. It's Gan, the big boy that he's after. Wholly unintimidated by blade nor a man's size, he lets out a yell as he leaps into the waiting hand. Though he may be picked up and gripped, he's not to go sailing, no sir. Both of his hands grip the boy's hair, and in an utterly insane reversal of unbalanced force, flips the giant into the very cans that he'd tried to launch the smaller man into! Who thought that a mountain could be moved so?
After Edge's second throw, his hand returns almost instinctively back into its pocket, then he spins about, kicking up a bit of dust as he slifts around to face the psycho that just went rushing past him.. then a single eyebrow arches when he manages to send Gan ass over teakettle. "Oh, fuckin' wonderful. One of those fuckasses that's all doped up on one a'them make ya stronger drugs. Shit, what's it called.. angel dust or somethin', I dunno." He mutters something under his breath, then rolls his shoulders in an idle little shrug before leaning forward, pushing off the balls of his feet as he darts right over towards the cans that Gan's been dunked into. "HOLD STILL FOR A SECOND, MAN."
Honestly, he's got no idea whether this is going to work, but either way, Edge has already broken out into a full run. After a brief leap into the air, the nimble little smart-ass uses Gan's ass as a springboard as he launches himself like a missile at Chad, turning just enough to try and land shoulder-first in the roid rager's stomach.
The speed of Chad does easily catch gan off guard. The fact the man didn't look like he could even attempt to lift the sumo up makes it all that much more surprising to Gan when he finds himself being brought upwards and slamming into the trashcans. They get pushed aside as the big man gets back up slowly. He doesn't look too happy at all about that turn of events. He wants to act like some sort of royalty in hostile territory and now he thinks he can just toss someone like Gan around and not suffer consequences? Not happening.
"We'll just have to give him extra beatings." he comments to Edge about the mention the man might be on drugs. If he has to show his full strength than so be it. He was going to just settle for a ginger toss into the trash. Now he is mad. He brings up a foot and slams it hard onto the ground. Enough that the general area actually shakes a bit and spiderwebs form in the sidewalk. An attempt to further set Chad off balance before a open palmed hand comes flying right towards the middle of the man's back. A hand that is encased in energy for that matter.
COMBATSYS: Chad blocks Edge's Random Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Chad endures Gan's Rough Wave Stomping.
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Gan 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 [E] Chad
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It's not enough. It's just NOT ENOUGH. Edge comes flying in like a bat right out of hell, shoulder-first into his gut. Does it matter? Not really. The king-to-be barely gives him the benefit of a winding grunt, though he DOES swing a leg back and plant it hard into the pavement to keep from tumbling over. "Are you trying to hurt me or fuck me? Get the hell out of--"
But Gan, he's not out. He just LOOKS fat, and that's where Chad has miscalculated. ...No, that's not exactly right; calculation implies rational thought. What Chad's doing is just pure nonsense. After all, would a rational man feel someone the size of Gan coming up behind him and just take a hit right in the spine? Of course not. That would be stupid. And yet, that's just what he's done.
There's a satisfying crack as Chad's back bends in an unnatural way, his gut bulging out against Edge's shoulder. It's an effective pincer that, honestly, should drop him. But, if the asshole can feel pain, he sure as hell can't show it. He just looks even more pissed off.
First things first. Edge. Edge is in front of him. So are Chad's arms. Edge is a tiny little shit. He should be easy to grab, easy to shove down. Easy to lay across the curb and just mudstomp the unholy SHIT out of. "Motherfucker, bitchfire weak fagsacking limpdick BITCH! BOW DOWN, YOU SORRY SACK OF SHIT!" Spittle flies freely as the expletives fly, his face growing even more red all the while. Veins are creeping up from under his skin at his temples, and the whole thing makes that silver circlet about his head look even brighter. That is, except for the emerald trapped within it. For a moment, it almost looks black, but quickly fades back to a dull, dark green.
COMBATSYS: Chad successfully hits Edge with Curb Stomp.
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In truth, Edge is pretty small. Especially compared to Gan. And standing right in front of Chad like he is, it's not difficult to get ahold of the spindly little bag of bones and knives and hurl him to the ground. There's a muffled curse coming from himself as his head gets stomped on, then after a few good, solid stomps, he manages to squirm his way out from underneath, rolling a few times before hopping back up to his feet. "Shit, s'that all you got?" There's blood trailing from his nose right now, though a flick of his head sends a few stray drops spattering all over the place. "Daigo's little sister has hit me harder than that. Fuckin' limp-wristed nancy fuck. Shouldn't you be fightin' people down at the retirement home with a weak-ass leg like that?"
Edge smirks for a moment, then grins again, blood dripping from his lips now as he rushes forward again, hopping up at the last moment to try and drive a knee square into Chad's gut. Should that land, he'll bring one arm up to tie the rager's head up in a headlock, then with strength surprising for such a spindly little fucker, he lifts the other man up in a vertical suplex, just letting him stay there for a moment before dropping down, aiming to just slam Chad head-first into the concrete.
Gan seems rather pleased that he and Edge just taught the ruffian that it is a bad idea to pick a fight with students at Gedo. What he wasn't expecting was that Chad just seems to shake it off rather easily and starts to manhandle Edge. If the big man was also more perceptive he might have noticed the oddness happening on the grown and the jewel in it. He is more worried about his friend at the moment and he is actually reaching to grasp for Chad before Edge pops up spouting expletives. All this cursing just makes Gan frown. His mum wouldn't approve. There is a reason why Edge doesn't hang out at Gan's household.
He steps back and lets Edge do his thing and does his best to keep his large frame out of the way. Of course once he is done Gan is more than happy grab for Chad once again. If he is downed he will helpfully get the man to his feet. He is just helpful because he soon takes both mighty hands and keeps them open palmed as he goes to slap Chad with them both. Each one aiming to slam against an ear.
COMBATSYS: Gan successfully hits Chad with Clapping Hand Destruction.
- Power hit! -
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Gan 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 [E] Chad
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COMBATSYS: Chad unequips Psycho-resonant Crown.
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Gan 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 Chad
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COMBATSYS: Edge successfully hits Chad with Brainbuster.
- Power hit! -
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Though Chad tries to move one way, the terrible bend in his spine just doesn't let him move like he wants to now. Oh, sure, stomping someone into the pavement was fine, but avoiding another double assault by Jake and his fat mang? That's another thing entirely. He tries to bend away from Edge's grab, but for some reason, he just CAN'T move that way. The confusion is clear on his face as he's gripped, lifted, and smashed head-first into the very sidewalk that he'd left those poor bastards lying on just moments before.
His head rings and stars flood his vision, but it's not over with yet. He's picked up, flipped over, set upright, wobbling in a daze. And then? Oh, then... Chad, poor, sweet Chad, is taught about the dangers of eardrums. Specifically, how leaving them unguarded can be. The drums rupture, but more importantly, that crown comes flying off of his head, flipping through the air. The dumb bastard doesn't even notice, with his hands cupping his ears as tiny red rivulets start to run down over the lobes.
"What did...what did you ...?! My ears! Aw, shit, my ears!" He hunches down and swings his torso around, and now immediately lets out a horrible cry of pain as his broken spine twists itself. Now with one hand on his back and one on his ear, he doesn't know what's happening, but he can see two people. Edge and Gan look ugly, mean, and dangerous, so sparks light up in his now-freed brain. THEY must have done it.
Those ASSHOLES.
Roaring out with rage, Chad picks up the nearest trash can, swinging it around wildly. Gan, Edge, that poor guy that got nailed in the balls, none are spared his wrath as he forces his body to twist and thrash about dangerously.
Chad drops Psycho-resonant Crown.
COMBATSYS: Chad successfully hits Edge with Armed And Dangerous.
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Huh. Throwing blows with such strength that they just knocked that shiny crown right off the noisy fucker's head. "Yeah, s'right, bitch. You see what happens when you start fucking with Gedo?" As a smarmy little smirk starts to cross Edge's features, he catches sight of the fallen ornament, then... "Hmm. Lookit that there." Without even really thinking about the dupe that just got knocked ass over teakettle, he starts to walk over...
And walks face-first into a trash can.
As the second dupe of the fight is sent ass over teakettle, Edge skids across the ground for a few moments before coming to a rest on his back, staring up at the sky with a confused look on his face. "What the fuck just happened?" He blinks a couple times. "Gan, what just happened?" He stares upwards again, then rolls backwards, settling into a crouch before suddenly uncoiling, leaping straight at Chad with yet another army knife pulled from within his jacket. As he flies through the air, the blade is brought up, slicing right across at the proper moment as he aims to make Chad's innards visible on the outside.
COMBATSYS: Chad successfully hits Gan with Armed And Dangerous.
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That was a pleasing thing to do. The combination of the beating Edge and Gan just gave that punk should make Chad realize he should go elsewhere. He doesn't seem to take the hint from the looks of it. He starts carrying on and before Gan can even try to ask what the hell the guy is talking about he finds himself slapped in the face with a trashcan as well that sends him staggering back several steps. He rubs at his nose and frowns some. Some people should learn when to stay down.
The guy already looks to have some serious injuries, but Edge is about to make them even worse from the look of rage in his friend's eyes. It is never a good thing to get him so riled up. He hopes Daigo doesn't find out about this. Even if they were doing some good their way of handling things might be questioned. Gan just picks up a trashcan that is laying near him and while Edge has Chad distracted he looks to just shove it over the latter and then punch it for extra measure.
COMBATSYS: Chad blocks Edge's Beat Down.
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COMBATSYS: Gan successfully hits Chad with Fierce Punch.
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Edge's malice may be more effective than he intends it to be. You see, as Chad's swinging that can to and fro, his poor spine simply decides to give up. With a crack and a sickening wet noise, the dangerously-pinched cord gives out. His knees shake and wobble and, with a blurted out "What the FUCK?", he drops to his ass. The impact isn't even felt anymore; there's just a searing in the middle of his back, below which nothing registers at all.
It's certainly not the most defensive of positions.
Downed, deaf, and panicked, he can't even hear Edge's questions, nor his steps as he comes closer. There's just a sudden ripping of flesh that feels cold at first, and then all of the servered nerves come to life! Having fallen, it's not his guts that are spilled; just a lot of blood. A wide, horizontal slack runs across his chest, crimson pouring down his already-stained wifebeater. It's all he can do to look down in utter shock, fingering the wound in disbelief.
And then the lights go out.
With nowhere to run, Gan's fist smashes a heavy dent into the can. Can, Chad, both are sent flying down the street, landing with a terrible clatter. The man's legs are flailing free as he's sent rolling...and rolling...and rolling down the hill. Will he ever be seen again? Who knows! Hell, he won't even remember what happened to cause all of this, most likely, now that he's free of his crown. Its emerald gleams with its surrounding silver frame, a pristine thing that just doesn't belong on the Gedo Street sidewalk.
COMBATSYS: Chad takes no action.
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Gan 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Edge
COMBATSYS: Chad can no longer fight.
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Gan 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Edge
"AND STAY OUT, LIMPDICK MOTHERFUCKER."
When Chad is sent flying away, Edge brushes his hands off, then nods a triumphant little nod. "Showed that fucker who was boss, I'm tellin' you, Gan." He gestures once towards the can that just went spinning, then reaches down, carefully plucking the crown up off the ground. "Huh. Check this shit out, he dropped his stupid tiara." With a shrug, he passes the dropped crown over towards Gan so he can take a look at it. "You want to try it on? Don't think I can even get it on with my hair like it is, man."
The burley sumo dusts his hands off on his pants afterwards. He didn't want to get so rough, but the guy needed to be a taught a lesson. Hopefully one he will remember for a very long time. He bets that fellow won't be back in Gedo territory anytime soon. He turns to check on Edge only to find his friend holding the odd crown. He looks at it a bit oddly and he reaches out to take it. It seems so small in his hands. "I guess we have a trophy." he comments and he moves to settle it on his head.
He rolls his eyes upwards as if doing so would allow him to see what it looks like on him. There aren't exactly any mirrors about either. Somehow he finds himself liking it. "Think we should keep it? I don't think Daigo would mind." he says and he reaches up to adjust things a bit and he gives a rather dumb smile. He really is just a big kid sometimes when it comes to things. "Lets go get dinner to celebrate as well!"
COMBATSYS: Gan wears a sweet metal crown on his head. It menaces with spikes of silver. And malice.
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COMBATSYS: Edge has left the fight here.
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Yes, that's the smart thing to do. Give the crown to the slowest-looking member of the duo. The emerald grows darker once it's on Gan's brow, a deeper green that's a startling difference if one were to actually see the transition.
But no, enjoy the crown. Go, eat. It won't be long until the lofty ideals of bloated authority will start to peck at Gan's mind. God help him if the lady at the fast food place forgets a pickle. There will be hell to pay, as smaller and smaller things should set him off more and more easily. The crown demands violence of its bearer, and its will had better not be denied.
COMBATSYS: Gan unequips Psycho-resonant Crown.
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COMBATSYS: Gan has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:01:10 11/25/2011 by Vega, and last modified on 00:47:19 11/26/2011.