NDP 2011.12 - NDP #12: Zach vs MURDERHOUSE

Description: Zach and MURDERHOUSE collide in a classic David versus Goliath match-up. Glen reminds people that much like dynamite, small things can have explosive power. (Winner: Zach)

Masters Stadium
Red Arena
2:30 PM Tokyo Time

It's a raucous Sunday afternoon at Masters Stadium! Fans are filling the seats of the Red Arena to witness what appears to be a classic David versus Goliath scenario with a Hardcore twist. The Red Arena has a boxing ring set up in the beach section, providing a picturesque setting in this prestigious setting. Around the ring, in addition to the trees and rocks that litter the combat area, are various tables, chairs, and trashbarrels full of makeshift weapons.

Zach Glen climbs into the arena, a random coin flip determining entrance order. The psion throw a couple of quick jabs before waving to the crowd. Even with the shift in his fighting style, Zach brings a flair to the fight that the fans love to see in action. Zach grins a bit as he bounces on the balls of his feet to get his blood pumping, while waiting for Goliath to show up.

Zach bounced around up top, beloved by all, but while the cameras flashed, his opponent sat in a different environment. "MURDERHOUSE" Mick sat on the floor of his own locker room, the lights off, the concrete walls and floor covered in sweat. He sat and stared at his own mask hanging off a bench, idly running his hands over shallow scars, gifts from his fight against Edge. Black hair in his face, breathing deeply as he took in the silence, the big man finally stood, grabbing his mask, and spoke quietly to himself.

"Let's get this over with."

A short time later, Mick made his way through the arena doors, trudging across the arena and stalking toward his opposition in simple jeans, a Buckethead shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and of course, his classic white hockey mask strapped tight ot his head, the spiderweb fracture on the right side another 'gift', during his fight with Ryu and his debut in the eyes of many. Now, and Mick just rolled in the ring patiently, he barely regarded his opponent, just adjusting his gloves and elbow pads. He was ready when the fool across from him was.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has started a fight here.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|

Zach eyes Mick warily. They weren't kidding when they pitched it as David and Goliath. MURDERHOUSE was a huge fricking guy. Glen sets his feet, and cracks his knuckles as he considers how he is going to do this fight. He clearly does not want to be grabbed by this guy. He'll obviously need to stay quick on his feet if he doesn't want to be broken like a cheap toy.

The bell rings, and Zach dashes in close to Mick's torso quickly. Zach would, per force, need to get in close to be able to attack the larger man efficiently. Experimenting, Zach snaps out a flickering jab at Mick's jaw. The face proper would be too much of a reach for the shorter man, and even aiming for the jaw with just his punch would not likely yield much gains given the extension needed.

Zach, however, is not known for flashy punching techniques. A warm light, almost like sunglight, wraps around Zach's fist, augmenting the punch beyond what just his arm would be able to manage in this situation. Regardless of whether he hits or misses, Zach is arleady throwing himself clear of the wrestler. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. A boxer said that once.

COMBATSYS: Zach has joined the fight here.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Zach

COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Jab Punch.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0             Zach

Mick turned around, looking down at the little scrapper with his hands up. Mick gave a smirk, stepping toward his opponent, and braced himself for impact. His head snapped back a little, but that punch got all mask and no flesh. Even if it hurt more, that didn't matter. Not to Mick. So this little shit wanted to play boxer? Alright.

Mick stepped forward, throwing his left arm and throwing a collection of jabs to Zach's face. If they connected, Mick would end it by launching his right arm forward, a "lazy" striking uppercut with an open hand, aimed square for the fool's throat. Mick didn't have any energy to "coat" his attacks with, but he did have an almost insane amount of power to back them up.

COMBATSYS: Zach dodges MURDERHOUSE's Shuffle Combo.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0             Zach

Zach weaves through the jabs as he backs up. The uppercut passes cleanly in front of him, the wind of the strike's passge ruffling his hair a bit. Zach leaps back, getting some distance between himself and the larger man. There is a grin on his face, not so much taunting as someone doing something they enjoy. Zach plants his feet, even though there is simply no /way/ any punch the boxer could throw would hit anything.

That does not seem to slow Zach down much, however, as he throws a right straight at Mick that falls far short of the mark. The large orb of sunlight that formed at the start of the punch, however, continues to sail at the larger man at a decent clip!

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks Zach's Blast Punch.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0             Zach

From that first energy-encrusted punch to his face, Mick had a good idea that this little shit was going to throw at least one fireball at him, and already accepted that such a thing would occur. So, when Zach backed up, Mick was approaching. When Zach threw that punch, Mick brought his arms up, and when that fireball lobbed at him, Mick let his arms back the brunt of that impact. He was already approaching, and tried to grab at the lad when his arm was 'thrown' as a punch. He tried to hoist the kid up in an impromptu powerbomb position, and given his height and weight, it would be very, VERY easy to manhandle him the way Mick wanted. He'd "sit down" with the powerbomb, and unlike the "safe" ones done in certain rigged promotions, Mick would let Zach's skull and neck get all of this impact, before rolling away to a standing position.

If this worked, anyway.

COMBATSYS: Zach interrupts Quick Throw from MURDERHOUSE with Gazelle Punch EX.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0             Zach

Zach half-expected MURDERHOUSE to simply wade through the psychic blast. It's not an uncommon tactic for larger, tougher opponents to accpet some pain as the price of doing business. He is ready, mostly, for what comes.

Mick gets Zach's arm, and attempts to wrench the smaller man for the powerbomb, as Zach is dropping down and to the larger man's right side. The torque on the limb is pretty painful; the stretching and pulling on the joints bringing a wince from the smaller man.

Zach springs upward quickly, leading with a left uppercut aimed at the underside of MURDERHOUSE's chin. The springing motion of his legs, combined with the recoil of the tug of war on his right arm, allow Zach to take off like a rocket. The soul power encasing his fist only adds impact to the strike. Zach lands, working his right arm a bit as he waits for Mick's next move. "That was close," Zach mutters to himself.

Mick took an uppercut, something he didn't immediately expect, the impact crushing his vocal chords and making it difficult to swallow. Mick's head shot up, but seeing Zach in the air, Mick didn't hesitate. He 'leapt' up himself, to grab Zach's waist from the side, and to try and bring Zach down in a "side suplex", to drop the fool directly on his head. But that wasn't all, if this hit, Mick would bring him up again, to again try that sitout powerbomb, with decidedly more impact than he was going to put into it last time.

COMBATSYS: Zach dodges MURDERHOUSE's Combo Throw.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0             Zach

Zach's eyes go wide; the Gazelle Punch had a good imapct. Zach had felt up all the way to this shoulder. And yet Mick continues to press on. The psion doesn't hesitate, however. He places his right hand on Mick's arm, shoving away as he throws himself in the opposite direction. He's grinning again. He knows this strategy. He's done it, with not a lot of success. (Zach is known for having a somewhat fragile jaw.) He's also /seen/ it more than once.

This man fights with a mindset similar to a very good friend of his. This will make for a hard fight, unless he can end it quickly.

Unfortunately, dropping guys like Rust and Muderhouse in one shot, or even two for that matter, is no easy feat. Zach will need energy to bring it off. Zach reaches for that extranatural wellspring of psychic energy at his command, grasping it, molding it. This has to be done /just right/, and he has learned and re-learned in countless fights that /just right/ in the middle of a fight is next to impossible.

Sunlight wells up around Zach, surrounding him in a golden glow.

COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0             Zach

He saw Zack dodge and sit there, and Mick did the same, stepping back, and rolling his shoulder as he stepped back. His eyes-no irises, just pupils-glared at the lad, and the seven foot Irish monster spoke softly, his voice barely a whisper.

"Hit me. Hit me as hard as you can. It's alright."

His hands were at his sides, balling into fists before letting go again. It looked like "tense" was a way of life for this man...

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE focuses on his next action.

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MURDERHOUSE      1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0             Zach

Zach's eyes narrow; he suspects a trick. He keeps drawing power through him. "You sure about that," Zach asks in a similar low whisper. "I've knocked over buildings before."

Zach applies a bit of thought as he starts to glow a bit more. Most of the 'big tough guys' he's fought have fit the stereotypical mold for such people: big, slow, hit like a truck... and none too bright.

That last one doesn't seem to hang too well on Mick just now to Zach's thinking. That does not stop him from preparing his next punch, though.

COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.

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MURDERHOUSE      1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1             Zach

Mick didn't move, just stood there glaring at the guy. He almost grinned underneath his mask, not that that could be seen.

"I should be easy then. What's the worst could happen, right?"

Mick stood there, and the ball was entirely in Zach's court.


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MURDERHOUSE      1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1             Zach

Zach shrugs a bit and drops the boxing stance. He'd love to finish this with a Heartbreak Shot; he'd prefer to keep this a boxing match but it isn't often that he gets an offer like that. Zach turns a little bit with the waist and shoulders. Mick undoubtedly recognizes the motion, having fought both Ken AND Ryu recently as Zach brings his hands close to one another as if grasping a basketball.

"Fair enough," Zach say with a slight grin. "But I did warn you." Sunlight flows, twists, and whips between the palms of the smaller man. Zach's arms flex and fight as they contain, with effort, the maelstrom in his hands.

Zach promptly shoves the mass of soul power at MURDERHOUSE with a hoarse yell. What follows is no fireball. For starters, there is no flame to it. The second error would be comparing the scales of the thing. Zach doesn't throw a spherical, or even football-shaped blast at Mick so much as aim a five-foot wide beam of sunlight that slams against the ropes of the ring before pulling hard on the corner posts, wich threaten to give under the torrent of energy!

COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Full Tilt.

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MURDERHOUSE      2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0             Zach

Mick stood there, the energy indeed shredding the ring, melting or crumbling, hower this did it's damage, there would be nothing left, save for Mick. Mick stood there, fists clenched, clothing destroyed until only tatters covered what was important, his hockey mask melted to his face a little. He stood there until it dissipated, woozily standing, fighting the urge to just black out. He inhaled a bit, ready to speak...then coughed, squirts of blood spraying out the holes. This happened again, with a slightly smaller spray, before he managed to speak.

"This wasn't a fight. And you've shown what you are."

Mick then turned...and took a step, and another, making it five steps away from the ring, before finally collapsing facedown. This would last until the medics tried to carry him into their ambulance, THEN he'd wake up and fight his way to leaving on his own power. But for now, there was only darkness.


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Zach             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE can no longer fight.

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Zach             0/-------/-------|

Zach frowns. Mick was right. This wasn't a win. He doesn't reply, willing to let the man leave on his own feet, since he seems to be managing that... until he doesn't. Zach's eyes go wide with concern as Mick crashes to the ground. He starts to move towards the larger man, bringing a power that can heal a person almost as easily as it can break it to the ready as he hops down from the apron.

The medics get there first, having been ready since they saw Zach get ready to unload on the man. Glen stops short, watching the goings on as he dismisses his energy. When Mick gets back up, Zach starts clapping in admiration. He can appreciate someone who can take the kind of abuse he threw at the man and get back up again. Zach makes a mental note to learn what he can of the giant, because there was clearly more to MURDERHOUSE Mick than first impressions would have one believe.

Log created on 14:20:26 12/04/2011 by Zach, and last modified on 20:07:48 12/04/2011.