Description: Pupa's David goes up against MURDERHOUSE'S GOLIATH in this seemingly MISMATCHED LINEUP. The Pao Pao had once been a BUSTLING FAVORITE for the ROUGH-AND-TUMBLE types, but has enjoyed a long PERIOD OF PEACE AND PROSPERITY. LET'S SEE IF WE CAN'T FIX THAT. Winner gets FREE FOOD, loser WORKS to REPAIR WHATEVER was BROKEN. (WINNER: GOLIATH... er... MURDERHOUSE)
Here he was, again, waiting another fight...this circuit hadn't been kind to Mick so far, but was it ever about that? He didn't think so. It was about punishment, dealing out pain and taking it. The big man was calm this time, sitting in one of the chairs outside, his legs propped up on one of the big tables. Whtie hockey mask, Danzig shirt, with green camo pants covering his massive legs. His eyes scanned the pedestrians, fastening his gloves and elbow pads, and looking at his steel-toed boots. A somewhat calmer "MURDERHOUSE" Mick than the cameras had seen, what could this mean? Hopefully not a more subdued performance, they found that a certain market went crazy for Mick's brand of brutality, even if thus far, he hadn't snagged any 'V's...
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has started a fight here.
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Pao Pao cafe! Pupa has never been here, but there is a lot of variance in food it seems. They told her as she was coming in that if she lost the match, she'd have to repair the damages, so she's made sure to bring more than one trusty wrench to this party. In fact, she's brought an entire toolbox just in case!
Pupa isn't planning on losing, but even if she wins she may fix one or two things around the cafe just to be helpful.
When she spots the large, frightening looking man sitting in one of the chairs outside the cafe, she smiles and waves. Not even thinking that this could be her opponent. Dropping the toolbox off inside, she prepares to swing right into things, hefting her wrench out of the toolbox and setting it in her back pocket.
"Okay, Big Brother! This for you too!"
Scratching the back of her neck, she glances around. "Where is the opponent?"
One of the men on the film crew slides over and points outside. Pupa glances, looking past Mick, then scratches her neck again.
Then it clicks.
"Ay ay ay! I have to fight HIM?"
COMBATSYS: Pupa has joined the fight here.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pupa
Long Black hair pushed out of his face, the big man got up slowly, casually flipping his table and sending the plate of food and glass of water that they just brought out for him, into someone else's table. He casually grabbed the folding chair he was sitting in, letting it collapse into something more resembling a weapon. He walked toward her casually, his eyes-no irises, just pupils-glaring daggers at the small girl before him. No words, no communication, he just reared the chair back...and tossed it past her, perhaps letting her think it was gonna hit her, because his real attack was striding up, placing his massive hand against the side of her face, and throwing her into the door of that restaurant. It wasn't the 'strongest' attack, but should have gotten the message across, about just what this was, and how Mick felt about his opposition.
"Yeah. You do."
COMBATSYS: Pupa dodges MURDERHOUSE's Fast Throw.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pupa
The advantage of fighting against an opponent that is nearly two full feet taller than her? She's tiny, has a speed on her side, and when she realizes the chair isn't going to hit her, but the hockey-masked guy MIGHT, she waits until he comes in to grab her. Then she ducks under his arm and spins quickly around to face his back.
Coming out of the spin has her kicking upwards twice at his rear. Trying to knock him airborne just a little. Even if she doesn't manage THAT entirely perfectly, the wrench is swung out of her back pocket to crash against the back of his head and send him to the ground.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks Pupa's Breeze Dancer.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Pupa
There was no doubt that Pupa had a great idea, and Mick felt the power of those legs and feet. The only problem was, she was fighting "MURDERHOUSE" Mick, and he'd endured far worse than two kicks to his ass with his muscles clenched, and something around the back of his neck let him know that she was gonna try and cloon the back of his head. He spun around, bringing up his hand to absorb most of the blow. Sneering down, he wrapped his hand around her fist, trying to bring her own wrench, held by her own hand, to smash herself across her face. He'd let it go right after, but it was clear that so far, she wasn't impressing him. Of course, with his record, being cocky probably wasn't a good move.
Oh well.
COMBATSYS: Pupa parries MURDERHOUSE's Light Random Weapon!
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Pupa
Having her own wrench turned in on her isn't very nice! Pupa manages to wrench her wrench free from his grasp after deflecting it to the side and avoiding getting her face smashed in by it. The man doesn't seem to like to chatter, and while she'd normally chatter nervously at this point, or at least in a friendly manner, she's quiet.
Having twisted her body in such a way to avoid the attack, she drops down to the ground and fires off three low kicks, aimed for the shins and knees. It looks like a old-school breakdancing move with the last kick being hard enough to hopefully knock him INTO the cafe.
COMBATSYS: Pupa successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Breakdance Kicks EX.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Pupa
He watched her drop down, and her series of kicks chopped across the side of his leg, dropping him down to a knee. He saw the last kick chop over, smashing across the side of his face, and even protected by that mask, he flipped over, landing on his back, and quickly rolling to his feet.
It was too small in the cafe to really do his full driver, but a modified version might be in the works. He sprung to his feet, then shot a kick of his own, this one aiming for her stomach, to double her over. If that worked, he'd grab her and jump in a quick, sloppy piledriver...one that would drive her head over into the steel chair he threw down earlier. This would hopefully bring them more into the cafe, where he had more room to work...
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Pupa with MURDERDRIVER.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Pupa
Pupa attempts to use her smaller stature to her advantage again, bobbing to the left. Except he's actually a tad quicker than she is this time and she winds up doubled over and smashed into the steel chair.
Slightly dazed, she kicks to her feet, groaning and giving her head a rub. "Ay ay ay! You hit hard, Mister!"
Giving herself a second, she moves forward. Grabbing behind his knees she lifts and pulls as much as she can as she pushes against him with her shoulder in an attempt to take him down.
COMBATSYS: Pupa successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Quick Throw.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Pupa
Mick hit his shoulders and the back of his head on the ground, but didn't have enough time to even react to the pain. He quickly brought his legs up while she was over him, while on his back, he actually used an MMA technique, to bring his hands up and wrap them over her head, to pull her throat down against his shin, while his other leg wrapped up, to attempt to trap and choke her there, to try and slow her the fuck down for a moment.
"No. I don't."
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Pupa with Crushing Throw.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Pupa
"Let go of my --"
The rest never comes out because poor Pupa is being crushed against his shin. Having difficulties breathing, she squirms and wriggles and twists until she's managed to get away from him. Her right hand comes up to rub her throat, and she'd make a quip, but it actually hurts to talk at the moment.
Lips pulled down in a frown, she swings the wrench out at her side. Then she swings it back. Then she swings it out again. Each time the wrench swings, she coughs to clear her throat.
A glint in her eye makes it seem as though she's going to toss the wrench at his head. Instead, she hops up onto a table, and swings the large wrench and smacks him with it good and hard.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE counters Wrench Swing from Pupa with Cemetary Gates.
- Power hit! -
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Pupa
Mick rolled to his feet, slowly, adjusting his right elbow pad, and watching her feint throwing the wrench. Prepared to take that kind of blow, Mick doesn't flinch, rather bracing for it. However, he watches her instead hop up on the table, leaping toward him and he acts, shooting his hand out, to grab her throat tightly. He isn't worried about her using her wrench anyway, with her toes dangling on the ground, because now, he's staring her right in the eyes.
The seven foot Irish monster was unaware of what Psychic or Psycho Power was, and of course was ignorant of the fact that he possessed such a thing. But it manifested itself in small ways, like now. Right now, with him staring her in the eyes, it would be a wrenching, horrible feeling, the feeling of every time you woke up at 3 in the morning crying, every time you walked home alone at night, unsure of what was looking at you beyond the darkness, every time you looked in the mirror and grew scared of what you saw or could come to see, all coming to surface right now, frothing at the front of one's consciousness...a bit like that, anyway.
Now, Mick didn't know this was happening, only knew that opponents tended to be pacified by this, which suited him fine...because a moment later he hoisted her up in the air one-handed, only to bring her down, smashing her back right through that table she just jumped off of, in a powerful chokeslam!
Being choked is swiftly becoming something Pupa does NOT enjoy. Being smashed THROUGH a table isn't something that's actually all that nice feeling either. It takes her much longer to get up this time, and when she does she's shaking pieces of broken table from her shirt, and brushing hands over her pants to get rid of any food and dust particles that are stuck there.
Before she gets up completely, she sends off three sharp kicks to send him into the air again, with the very last kick trying to knock him down and back against the countertop.
COMBATSYS: Pupa successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Parafuso.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/----===/=======|=======\======-\1 Pupa
Mick stepped back, and started to put up his hands when the small girl he fought launched three kicks, all smashing right into his chin to snap his head upwards three times. He didn't launch 'up', but he did stagger backward, but not enough to get out of the way of that axe kick, that smashed into his shoulder blade and drove his head through that countertop, smashing it to bits. He hit the ground hard, and an instant later pushed himself up to his feet. He sneered, instantly grabbing at her, and trying to prop her up on his shoulders, almost like a fireman's carry, except she'd be facing up staring at the ceiling, or maybe the wall...
Now, why were there two tables stacked on top of each other a bit across from them? And why were both tables each set on fire? Who did this? Who came into this restaurant, stacked two tables on top of each other, and set them on fire? Did an angry busboy decide to quit in style? Was it a stunt to attract customers? Good questions, that go unanswered. But if all went well, a second later Mick would leap up a little, before trying to drive Pupa's head, right through both of those thick, thick wooden tables, and plant her head firmly into the hard ground below. If this hit, this would NOT be a good day for Pupa...
COMBATSYS: Pupa blocks MURDERHOUSE's Hellfire Hammer.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Pupa
Distracted by the fight, Pupa apparently MISSED the stacked tables earlier, which really would have helped with her attack. She also missed the fact that they were ON FIRE.
Thinking quickly as she's plummeting downward, Pupa sets her hands down atop the rather hot tables. The impact nearly breaks her arms, she's certain, but it keeps her skull from being cracked open.
"Ay ay ay!"
Rolling and twisting away, she staggeringly pushes up to her feet. Groaning, she wipes one of her sore arms across her brow and bites her lip. Without thinking too hard about it, she tosses her wrench at Mick. Rather than it going tumbling over and over to smash into his face, she angles it so that it goes above him, then drops downward.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks Pupa's Bencao.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Pupa
Mick was on a roll, and as she walked away, with her arms looking gruesome, he watched as she threw her wrench. He watched it trailed with his periphreal vision, and when it dropped down, he blocked it...by 'looking' up and letting it clatter against his hockey mask, feeling it roll down, hit his shoulder and hit the ground beside him. He reached his arm out randomly, and grabbed...a rolling pin! He somewhat 'charged' after her like a samurai now, treating that makeshift weapon as a katana and bringing it down, trying to split her skull open with simple wood. Of course, it would shatter upon impact, not being made for weapon use, especially not for someone who swung as hard as -him-, but hopefully it would do the purpose of crushing this pipsqueak.
"Not bad, kid."
Was...was that a compliment?
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Pupa with Batting Bushido.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Pupa
Pupa isn't crushed entirely, but she's quite nearly knocked out by the rolling pin of doom. The young capoerista groans, and she is in a LOT of pain. That compliment seems to perk her back up, if only a little. Struggling to get back to her feet, she staggers and nearly goes down again.
"Big Brother," she groans. "You need to come home!"
Taking note of where her wrench has dropped, she nods and then breaks into one final attempt at bringing the giant down. Swinging toward him, she does a split kick, which breaks into her doing several cartwheels each bringing with it a sharp kick. The final one is meant to send him against a wall. Then she swings the wrench toward his torso before falling to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Pupa can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks Pupa's Quiexada Final.
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Big brother?
He looked down at her then, almost fixated on her as she speaks that, his fists softening back into hands, the edge of his glare easing up a fraction. He watched her, refusing to give up, refusing to go down, refusing to die, and he stood there. He threw his arms casually, letting them absorb the considerable punishment Pupa's feet were dishing out. He let the vibrations run along his skeleton, while he refused to show any sign of such agony affect him. Finally, she threw the wrench, and he reached up, letting the sharp edge of part of it cut his left hand open at the palm. That didn't matter, he grabbed it and tossed it aside, letting it clatter as he grabbed at her, before she fell...He looked down at her, looming like some freakish creature, and looking over at the fat, little owner of this restaurant, he carried her over to him. Let the thick mustached man carry her gently, looking up at the wrestler with almost scared eyes..Mick spoke in that harsh whisper of his, intimidating by default.
"She's going to a hospital. She ain't cleaning this shit."
The small man stammers. "But, but...the damages..."
"Then please. Allow me." Mick grabs a picture on the wall, throws it down to let it smash against the floor. Another picture, and then plates, chairs ripped apart. "This is clean now, right? And this? And these? Is this clean enough for you? Is that good?"
Finally, the little man relents, and Mick, taking no pleasure in this fight, looking down at the face of a little girl crying out for her protector, denied moments before her defeat. The image...was a little too close to home. He kicked the door open, not caring that it was to be pulled, and that he now kicked it off it's hinges. He needed to get the fuck out of here!
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:02:12 12/06/2011 by Pupa, and last modified on 21:09:36 12/06/2011.