Description: What happens when Grunge Jason Voorhees meets Black Bruce Lee underneath Metro City's bridge? Why, crazy ass underground fighting of course!
Well, looks like there was no need for Mick to bring the weapons, this place already had them in spades. The big man was underneath the bridge of Metro City, this city that he'd visited often...He always walked by City Hall, but he didn't go inside, not yet. Not until he was ready, and until the son of a bitch he set out to destroy was ready. Then they'd rumble...but not right now. Now, he was still working through the ranks.
When he'd started out in the wrestling world, a real savage opponent had been the "Mad Gear Marauder", a real nasty son of a bitch who brought grenades to wrestling matches, and liked to leap of ledges swinging katanas and sais. Some sort of shoutouts, Mick supposed. Visiting such a shithole, he wasn't surprised the guy was nuts. Nuts like his opponent was supposed to be, Mick supposed. Mick was wearing an old jumpsuit right now, almost like a mechanic's, but still covered in blood, the old dried lifeforce of opponents...he looked 'retro' for the cameras, but he didn't give a fuck. This wasn't about them. He only had eyes for his opponent...now, soon as the gaudy son of a bitch got here...
That's one way to describe all Jones! A gaudy son of a bitch, though it's probably not a good idea to tell that to his face, but then again, when a plan not being a good idea has stopped anyone ever? Like MURDARHOUZE, Mr. Jones is no stranger to the scum festering grounds of Metro City, even if he doesn't look like he's perfectly comfortable here as it is his old stomping grounds. He had different reasons to hang out here than Mick though, he had no interest in participating in Garbage Wrestling matches with the would be psychopaths that enjoyed such sport, taking them one on one wasn't his jig. As a vigilante, it was his sworn duty to keep everyone of these no good mo' friggs in line by caving their heads in.
Jones doesn't look it, but he's a tough, crazy eyed, shit kicker. Therefore it's no surprise that when the grinning afro'd black man on the yellow jump suit approaches the place where the fight will take place, every one of the Mad Gear gangbangers makes way for him to pass, preferring not to be recognized and thus not forced to swallow their own teeth again.
Tha' Jones is back in town baby.
"Hey guys!" Calls Johnny Damon looking about, twirling his nunchucks idly on his hand since he heard this would be a weapon match. "Where's this Murderhouse cat at?"
COMBATSYS: MrJones has started a fight here.
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His gloves were a little different, instead of the usual fingerless set, these were black and covered his entire hands, and were subtly weighted to deliver a bit more oomf on impact. Combined with his steel-toed boots, the monster in the black hockey mask stalked right up to Jones. The big man moved like a wildcat in the jungle, stalking toward possible prey. Mick reared his hand back, only to bring it forward in an uppercut, thrust right at the man's throat!
"Right here, shithead."
Mick didn't yell, and his voice was quiet. The sort that someone would lean in to listen to.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has joined the fight here.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
COMBATSYS: MrJones dodges MURDERHOUSE's Fierce Punch.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
Ah, there he is! Mr. Jones' shaded eyes turn to look at the giant monster with the hockey mask. It was kind of hard to miss really. Jones' grin faded momentarily as he froze noticing that this MURDERHOUSE cat was already moving towards him. Johnny is a bit of a brutal fighter himself with his Street Jeet Kune Do, but he has standards, therefore whenever a sanctioned match is about to start he tries to bow first, though Mick would have none of that as he went for the uppercut to his windpipe when Johnny was about to bend down. As a professional fighter that means that he's polite.
The man scowls at the insult and hops backwards to avoid the uppercut entirely. Efficient. "Easy brotha!"
Once he's out of the line of attack, Jones' shades flash like they always do when he's about ready to attack and moves in to swing a round house kick right Mick's right thigh to numb up his peroneal nerve and cripple the big man's mobility. "Why you gotta be so hateful mang??" And he has a plan to kill everyone he meets.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks MrJones' Light Kick.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
Mick ignored his opponent's obnoxiousness, focused entirely on the kill. That leg comes up, and Mick's arm shoots down, the palm of his hand -catching- the hard, impactful of the afro-fighter. He ignored the pain, didn't even let it register on his face, and a moment later, the big man was moving, to try and hook his arm under Jones' knee, and HOIST him up, and slam Jones down on his shoulders and neck, a sideways, sloppy, improvised 'powerbomb', to throw Jones into the grimy concrete and let him know about the seriousness of this situation. Mick wasn't here to play.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks MURDERHOUSE's Improvised Throw.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 MrJones
Wellp! Sometimes being obnoxious worked, sometimes it didn't. Mr. Jones can tell that being goofy ain't going to work with this particular opponent, much like the Mad Gear scum that thrive in this place, it seems that MURDERHOUSE only understands one form of communication. Violence. A groovy fighter's gotta do what a groovy fighter's gotta do, Jones' eyebrows wiggle slightly when the kick connects with a tough arm instead of the thigh he intended to. That's pretty bad. "Oh snap beans!" Then he's getting an improvised lift up. That's even worse!
Jonesy's arms flail about as he still can't help but act like a freaking buffoon even in the middle of such a violent match. Yet even with all his inherited stupidity, he really is a fighter through and through, not at all like the buffoons that talk loud and can't back up. When the power bomb comes with the clear intent of slamming him head first into the unforgiving concrete, Johnny Jones actually pushes himself off MURDERHOUSE Mick with his feet and lands on his butt a good ways off him, a little bruised but nowhere near as painful if he had gotten pile drived into the ground. "Okay boyyo, you wanna play like that!?" Jones gets quickly back up and rushes Mick, leaping into the air with both knees curled up to deliver a flurry of flying kicks to Mick's masked face!
"ATATATATATATATATATATA!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Bicycle Kick.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 MrJones
He watched Jones flip off and land on his pectorals, and the big man just growled, adjusting his right elbow pad, a bit more sleek than the monster he usually wore as this one was built into his slasher getup. Still, it still made mostly of metal, and made for the sole purpose of punishing fools bloody. But more on that later.
Mick watches Jones spring up and charge in the air with that foot-flurry, and Mick, well...he tensed himself, hands at his sides, taking that punishment fairly, though he staggered back from the force of the man...Still, out of nowhere? Mick throws his wrists up, to slam against Jones' legs and force them up, to grab the black man by his hips and this time? Mick went to deliver a more traditional powerbomb, still holding on...and lifting Jones up! Another powerbomb, this one with more intensity, before Mick swings..and throws Jones up, into the air! But that wasn't all, as the seven foot Irish Monster leapt up to grab at the neck of Jones. If this worked, it would be absolutely "Stone Cold" of Mick to do, to bring Jones' throat down against against the Irishman's bicep, and to partially crash his face into the concrete! It would be rather "stunning" to the former film-star...
If this hit. If Jones got out of all of this, then of course, none of this would come to fruition. But Mick was nothing if not an optimist. Wasn't that obvious?
COMBATSYS: MrJones dodges MURDERHOUSE's Chaos Theory.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 MrJones
"ATATATATATA--Aw shit!" In midst flurry of flying kicks, Mr. Jones felt his legs smacked upwards forcing his entire world to go upside down. More flailing was done by the light weighted martial artist, any other person that was caught in such a position would have no other choice but to meet the ground head first. And for about half a second Mr. Jones thinks that it would be best for him to tense up and try to break his fall with his arms, except he realizes one crucial thing. If MURDERHOUSE really powerbombs him, he'd be messing with the 'fro!
"Woo!!" Just as Mick is lifting ol' Jonesy up, the slippery Jeet Kune Do fighter and ex-movie star would slip right out of his hold and jump over his head to place himself behind the Wrestler with the slasher motif. Just as he does this, he'll be bringing his own set of brutality into the field by wrapping his nunchucks around Mick's neck and give a hard yank back to start strangling him!
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks MrJones' Aggressive Strike.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 MrJones
Mick was used to taking pain, and when the chain fastened hard against his flesh, he didn't panic. He didn't do anything, but instantly tense his throat, bringing his hand up instantly to keep it from strangling him, and as the metal cut into his flesh underneath his glove, and he could feel a bit of blood start to trickle inside the weighted, armored material, he...grinned. Grinned, and brought his leg backwards at the same time as he lunged forward. Now, two things would happen...%r One: The chain attaching Mr. Jones' nunchucks would snap from the pressure placed on it. Surely Mr. Jones didn't get his weapons cheap, so the fact that such a high quality weapon would 'break' might have concerned another owner of said weapon.
Two: Mick's foot would launch backwards, his heel aiming right for the black man's groin, to hopefully bring him off his feet...
Mick was used to taking pain, and when the chain fastened hard against his flesh, he didn't panic. He didn't do anything, but instantly tense his throat, bringing his hand up instantly to keep it from strangling him, and as the metal cut into his flesh underneath his glove, and he could feel a bit of blood start to trickle inside the weighted, armored material, he...grinned. Grinned, and brought his leg backwards at the same time as he lunged forward. Now, two things would happen...
One: The chain attaching Mr. Jones' nunchucks would snap from the pressure placed on it. Surely Mr. Jones didn't get his weapons cheap, so the fact that such a high quality weapon would 'break' might have concerned another owner of said weapon.
Two: Mick's foot would launch backwards, his heel aiming right for the black man's groin, to hopefully bring him off his feet...
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks MURDERHOUSE's Light Kick.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 MrJones
"Hehehehe..." Johnny actually chuckled directly in Mick's ear whilst that chain dug into the wrestler's skin. This is why he was so comfortable in these tough, shadowy streets amidst the worst and most violent people. In an environment like this, Jones really relished, it brought him back when he was growing up to become the martial arts hero he saw in movies. He never wanted any of the grandeur of stardom, he belonged here in the streets testing his skills against relentless foes like MURDERHOUSE. Foes that could keep him on his toes and surprise him, such as Mick suddenly flexing his neck in such a way that it made the chain tense up.
"What the--" There's a moments hesitation in Mista' Jones when the chain begins to strain and he reflexively lifts his knee to take the groin kick on the leg rather than in the balls. Just in time to have the chain of his nunchuck snapped in two!
"You gotta be kidding me!" Jones cried out holding the two broken handle of his chucks, the weapon now utterly useless. Shaking his head, Johnny simply tossed them aside and got ready to knuckle up, getting ready to do things the old fashioned way, just the way he likes it.
COMBATSYS: MrJones focuses on his next action.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 MrJones
He felt his boot connect with something harder than testicular flesh, and Mick sneered. He turned around, black hair somewhat in his face, hockey mask hiding emotion. He started immediately toward Jones...and then rolled just past the man, showing rare agility, but that was needed against a versatile opponent like this. Mick needed to adapt, to crash, shrink or expand depending on how the fight went. He needed to be like water.
But old habits died hard. Mick grabbed for the now discarded piece of nunchuck, except it was still a rod of metal. Mick came up to one knee instantly, then launched up. He used this weapon a bit differently, trying to 'stab' it, trying to smash it against Jones' face, or forehead, it didn't matter. But he wanted to floor the son of a bitch, because Mick was started to get annoyed. The way the man moved, was just...obnoxious.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks MURDERHOUSE's Light Random Weapon.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 MrJones
So it seems that being obnoxious was working after all. Against a man like Jones it was true that one couldn't simply keep attacking the same way, you had to go in and try to out dance him, beat him on his own game or otherwise try to run him over before he got too much momentum swinging in his favor. However this was incredibly hard to do as it required concentration and rather hard to stay concentrated due to his constant taunting.
"Come on, baby!" Grinned Jonesy in defiance to MURDERHOUSE's own angry sneer as the wrestler charged him. Assuming his Jeet Kune Do stance, Mister Jones thought for a second that Mick would just try to tackle him to the ground and was getting ready to slide out of the way with a dance move as he usually did. What he was not expecting was for Mick to reach down for his discarded chucks and turn them against him! "Hey! Those are mine!" Looks like being obnoxious works both ways. Mr. Jones froze in place seeing Mick come down to try and stab him with the chucks causing the movie start martial artist to shoot his hands up and grab those muscled arms to keep the wrestler from stabbing into him. Struggling a little, Jones managed to move out of the way getting his jumpsuit torn in the process, though he at least was now inside MURDERHOUSE's circle of defense and in a good position to shoot an open palmed strike right for the man's chin to crush his jaw! "WASHOO!!"
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE endures MrJones' Jab Punch!
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 MrJones
Mick watched Jones, and felt essentially, a slap across his face, though it has the force of a real strike behind it...Mick took it without so much as a flinch, and after a second, his hand shot out, to crush Mr. Jones' throat, to choke the smaller man(not counting the afro), and Mick was so strong, that if this worked, he could lift the man so that only his tippy toes dangled along the ground.
"That, boyo...was very stupid."
COMBATSYS: MrJones dodges MURDERHOUSE's Choke Hold.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 MrJones
Maybe it didn't have a lot of impact to it, but Mr. Jones likes to start small and then progressively get bigger and bigger. That strike to the chin Mick felt was naught but the few warning rolling pebbles that heralded the coming of an avalanche. The palm strike connects and rather than move back as any sensible fighter would do against an opponent like MURDERHOUSE, Jonesy steps in to continue his attack, bashing the arms that come to try and strangle him to swing a hard downward fist directly for Mick's liver and knock all the wind outta him. "WATAAA!!"
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE counters Retro Knuckle from MrJones with Cemetary Gates.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 MrJones
Mick felt his one hand batted away, rearing it back dramatically, he thrust it forward again. There was a SLAPPING of impact as Mick grabbed and wrenched the man's throat tight after all, his tippy toes no doubt dragging along the ground, that attack probably the furthest and farthest thing from Jones' mind...because now Mick was staring him, right in the eyes.
At this point, it was probably obvious to the reader what was happening, but it was doubtful that the cameras had any idea...Jones might, though. Every tanking film sale, every possible scandal in the tabloids that, while no doubt false, possibly stung his pride...every failure, any time at all in Jones' life where he looked in the mirror and wanted to tear it off the wall was reflected, the glare cutting right through those cool black shades.
A moment later, still one handed, Mick hoisted his arm up, and threw Jones down, again aiming the man's neck and shoulders, right for the concrete! While he usually aimed their back, Jones was really starting to piss him off...
"GACK!" Well that didn't go as planned. Mister Jones hadn't thought that Mick would simply swing his hand at him again and go for the choke hold anyway, he figured he'd be too busy doubly over in pain after punching his gut. Alas, MURDERHOUSE ends up being a mite faster and grabs hold of the retro fighter's neck lifting him up with one hand.
Mick's hate filled eyes reflected on those dark shades of the actor who for some reason started seeing visions of his past failures, things that he had never come to terms with, things that hurt him in more ways than one! There was no wiggling this time, there wasn't any acting in the pain that he experienced, it struck him too close to home.
Then there was of course the slam on his back, that hurt quite a bit too.
"AGH!!" Snapped out of his hopeless stupor rather viciously, Jonesy's eyes grow wide again to look up at MURDERHOUSE glaring down on him. Well, time to stop playing around he figures. "WATAAA!!" Mister Jones ain't got no fancy tricks like penance stares, to counter Mick's painful gaze he had on him, Johnny Damon decides to grab hold of the arm currently choking him and swing a kick right towards Mick's masked face!
"Quit eyeballing me!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Slide Double.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 MrJones
Mick took a kick to the face, when his hand started to pull away, Jones decided to grab it and let fly. Mick started to tense, but the attack was just too fast and his head snapped back violently. A fraction of a second later it was back, and glaring at Jones. He pulled his hand violently away, and before Jones could bring that leg down, Mick grabbed at it, trying to tuck the ankle under his arm. A second later he went for a subtle legsweep, to bring both men down hard on their back, but Mick was prepared for this. The real attack would come when Mick attempted to twist that ankle, putting his knee underneath Jones' knee, and trying to cause pain to the limb that just gave him so much trouble, an impromptu leglock, and a move one did not see Mick utilize often! This actually was a testament to the afro man's skill, that forced the usual upfront monster to use his little-known technical side...
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits MrJones with Rebound Throw.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 MrJones
Jones does have the tendency to bring the best out of people! Which sometimes, ain't a good thing! Jonesy frowned when his kick connected against that masked face feeling that he hadn't done enough damage to disorient his foe, which meant he was open to a counter attack. This came in the form of MURDERHOUSE grabbing his extended leg and bring him down on the ground on the other side causing the retro fighter to flail about again. "AGGH!!" Well that stung! Jonesy feels the back of his knee punctured and his ankle twisted about painfully.
Interestingly enough Jonesy shook his head and wiggled his index finger saying 'no' like if he was in a wrestling match. He ain't tapping out just yet!
"HRAAAH!" True to the nature of this street fight. Mr. Jones starts feeling about the ground for something to use and finds a big ol' honking brick which he then slams right on the side of Mick's head! A strange twist of events, since MURDERHOUSE is now the one using actual techniques, whilst Jones is relying on street fighting.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE endures MrJones' Funky Impact.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 MrJones
Mick took a fucking brick to his dome, feeling the thing crumble and shatter against the side of his head, and he instantly let go of that leg. He rolled to his feet, instantly feeling in his pockets, bringing out the hairspray, and shook it at the same time as he flicked open the lighter, bringing the flame to life. A second later he aimed that spray of flame, not quite at Jones' face...but upward, at that fro. Hit this son of a bitch where it really hurt...
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks MURDERHOUSE's House of Fire.
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*WHACK!* Like he was thinking earlier, a groovy figther's gotta do what a groovy fighter's gotta do.
Though an underhanded technique, the move is effective and Mr. Jones manages to get out of the leg lock, rolling out of the way as soon as MURDERHOUSE releases him. Injured but not down, Johnny Jones flips back up to his feet getting ready to continue the attack before he skids to a halt. Is that a hairspray can and a lighter?
"Yo! What the fu--" *FWOOSH*
When the flames came his way all Jones could do was to throw his arms up to protect his face and take the flames on his forearms. Naturally they are still quite flammable and this forces Johnny Damon to roll around on the ground to put them out. He settles back once he manages to extinguish the flames licking at his yellow jump suit and gets back to his feet dusting himself. "Not cool, bro."
COMBATSYS: MrJones gains composure.
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"You'll live."
Was that a tone of humor, in Mick's voice? As he stalked over, pressing the offensive for as long as he had it, not giving Jones any time to think, to focus. A quick kick to Jones' gut, Mick went for a powerbomb, not like the vicious earlier attempts, just something to plant Jones hard on the ground...a second later, Mick ran away...toward the wall, to step against it and spring off, grabbing a bit of the low bridge to propel himself toward the hopefully lying, prone Jones, and drop a vicious right elbow right across the chest of the blaxploitation legend, OOOOOH YEAAAAH!
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits MrJones with Big Elbow.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1 MrJones
Mr. Jones' vanity ends up being his own undoing. As he's currently too busy dusting himself, he doesn't see the hulking Irish monster running his way to plant a kick right in his gut! "GUAH!" The man bends over to this time truly be lifted up and smashed down on the ground where he lays down for a minute. More than enough time for THE MURDERHOUSE to run back to the ledge of the bridge to gain momentum and drop down right towards the Afro Samuari's chest. Mick's reflection on Jonesy's shades getting bigger and bigger and ... "Oh mamma..."
*KRUNCH!*
Jones actually ends up spitting blood this time feeling that padded elbow dig to his skin, the afro'd black man hanging in by a mere thread as she grits his teeth to keep himself from going completely limp under Mick. Controlling his breathing to keep himself conscious and focused, Jones sits back up and actually SLAMS into MURDERHOUSE Mick to all his might, rolling with him to put the bigger man on his back as Jones' straddles Mick's hips and starts to rain punches furiously down on his mask! "GRAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Enter the Groove Master.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 MrJones
Mick hit the Elbow, and after a moment was ready to sit back up, and continue his onslaught...when the weight of Jones kept him pinned. Mick was no dummy, "MURDERHOUSE" knew what was coming up, and brought up his guard, letting his forearms catch some of the impact...but not nearly enough, the sides of his head getting smashed with fists, and when his guard falters, that thick mask takes the brunt of it, while protecting Mick from facial reconstruction, the shocks of each blow are being felt, enough to drop Mick under...
"Pretty good."
But in typical, inhuman slasher fashion, Mick reached up, proving he wasn't dead yet. He grabbed at Jones' head, to bring their skulls colliding in a series of vicious, VICIOUS headbutts, which would hopefulling end with Mick, on his back with nearly no leverage, THROWING the black man off of him.
No matter the outcome, after a moment, Mick would collapse, close to completely blacking out.
"Damn."
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits MrJones with Shuffle Combo.
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With punch after punch after punch coming, it's easy to become to relentless on the attack and forget to defend yourself. This is why Jonesy doesn't see that glint on MURDERHOUSE's masked covered eye when he manages to tough out the last remaining barrage of punches from him and pull him down for a vicious headbutt that ends up breaking his shades! "GAH!"
Mr. Jones reels back after the strike holding his face and lands on his back with grunt, apparently chuckling softly. "Dang..you too! That was one messed up dance!" Says the man stirring a little looking at his broken shades and sighs, although that's the least of his problems since a bunch of thugs from the Mad Gear gang see none other than Mister Jones laying on the ground bleeding and see that it's the perfect opportunity to start clubbing him with baseball bats and kicking at him while his down!
Dude can't catch a break.
COMBATSYS: MrJones takes no action.
COMBATSYS: MrJones can no longer fight.
And minutes later, when Mick finally came to, Two Mad Gear thugs would get their arms and ankles broken, another one would be forcibly made to eat his own teeth one by one before he was stomped into unconsciousness, and another nearly sodomized with his own bat before they got the hint and made their retreat. Mick would limp away then, perhaps with Jones woken up, perhaps not. But Mick didn't care, his work was done anyway.
Did the monster had morals after all? That was a good damn question...
"Thanks for helping a brudda out!" Is all Mr. Jones could say after he too limped away, maybe he could catch a break after all.
Log created on 20:21:32 12/09/2011 by MrJones, and last modified on 09:20:20 12/10/2011.