Description: Now this is an unusual location. Desperate for bids to restore their image and livelihood, the New Delhi council or whatever they have has requested the return of the Saturday Night Fight program to their beleaguered people. However, with repairs going on in all major venues, the only wide-open place with easy access to the public is a string of buildings that all house calling centers. Phones will be ringing off the hook no matter where these two men go as "Mark" and "Jessica" solve problems the world over...WITHOUT the use of violence. Can Johnny and Duke top that? (WINNER: Duke)
War is truly a horrible thing that shouldn't happen to nobody. It is ironic how despite being a most decidedly ungroovy thing to happen, it draws the Grooviest of men to participate there and see it through. It is no wonder then that it ended in just a few short weeks due to the clear overflow of Groovness, with Mister Jones being an active participant the war was won and the world could once again return to what truly mattered in life.
Fighting!
Johnny Jones jumps with a somersault into the ring, trying to tune out the incessant ringing telephones as the operators behind him answer various tech questions that don't really interest him. Instead he twirls his nunchucks casually and starts pacing about looking for Mick MURDERHOUSE. He's been eager to fight him again and case come prepared in case he tries to hit the funky Groove Master with a telephone or something.
The grim-looking, brown haired suited man picks up the fax. Peering at the paper with his only good eye, the canadian frowns, walking down the hall where the sounds of anguished screams are only interrupted by the dull thumps. The man enters the room, not batting an eyelash at the Indian tied naked to the chair, bloody and bruised as two thugs hammer him with clubs. A tall, dark-skinned man watches idly, chewing a cigar as he shakes his head. "You brought this on yourself, Grewal. You made this happen; I made it very clear that you would only speak to the people we told you to speak with. You spoke out of line, she spoke to a customs official, and now I have to sort this out." Duke puffs on his cigar, another scream erupting. "I learned from my mistake, Grewal. I'm just making sure you learn from yours." The one-eyed Canadian approaches Duke. "Duke. You have summons; you are needed at a Saturday Night Fight as a replacement." The Don of Metro City doesn't even look at the canadian, taking out his cigar, and shooing a hand at the lawyer. "I have more pressing business than to fool around on television, Jacque; Geese has made it clear that I secure the shipment of Gl-"
"Geese is the one telling you to fight, monsieur."
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In the place of MURDERHOUSE, there was a monument of a man. Dressed to the nines in a fine, three-pieced red suit, the room rumbles with every step, a burned-down cigar hanging in his hand. The telemarketers, for now, ignore the massive man, though that may be a mistake. Duke does not look like a man who wants to be here. Tossing the cigar away, the man throws up his massive meathooks, glaring at Johnny with a voice of utter impatience. "Your regular fighting partner has been... indiposed of. I will be filling in this evening. I have no intent of staying here any longer than I need to, so please; let me make this quick."
The Duke raises an eyebrow at Johnny, smiling softly.
The floor trembles as heavy footfalls announce the entrance of some one pretty freaking big. This usually a tell sign to Mister Johnny Jones that the giant MURDERHOUSE is approaching, which causes him to grin broadly and tuck his nunchuck under his armpit to go greet him. Instead, he is welcomed by the sight of another equally big man, but decidedly less masked than the Garbage Wrestler.
"Whoa Mick, you really let yourself go." Jonesy says initially confusing one giant man for another. The rudeness and similarity of the two is striking, yet once he adjusts his shades Johnny Jones realizes now that Duke is indeed not MURDERHOUSE, how could he have missed such a thing? "Huh!" The Retro Maniac tosses his nunchucks to the side where they hang neatly on a phone technician's desk, making a short respectful bow to his opponent.
"Who the hell are you?" Asks the funky fighter once he takes his Jeet Kune Do stance.
COMBATSYS: MrJones has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Duke has joined the fight here.
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Duke 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 MrJones
"Who am I?"
Duke seems to glow with indignation when he is called 'Mick'. In fact, violet flames erupt over his body as he adjust his coat. However, when Jones shows respect with a bow, the stranger calms down, his demeanor shifting away from outright anger. Duke returns the bow, crossing his hand across his chest as he lowers his head. When he rises up, he croons in that rich baritone. "I go by many names. Some call me the 'Hell's Executioner.' Others call me 'The Man Hell Coughed Up.' You, however. You may call me..."
"THANK YOU HELLO THIS IS CITIBANK HOW CAN I HELP YOU?"
The telemarketer near Duke begins to patter on, interrupting the Don. The Mafia Lord of Southtown doesn't miss a beat. Turning over to the woman, he takes the phone from the woman's ear, looking at her with an air of calmness... and a smile. Putting the phone back phone with a click, he motions the woman to scoot back from her desk. The Indian woman, dazed, scoots back. The Don waits until she is out of the way, before smashing his fingers deep into the desk, splintering it. Lifting it up with a single, smooth motion, he raises the whole desk up with one hand, turning back towards Mr. Jones. "As I was saying." The massive man growls deeply, swinging the desk towards Mr. Jones before letting go, hurling it right towards the man. "You may call me..."
"... The Devil himself."
COMBATSYS: MrJones parries Duke's Huge Thrown Object!
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Duke 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 MrJones
Despite the clearly evil vibe he's getting from the giant man, Mister Jones is glad to see that the other cat still has a warrior spirit. Jonesy can't remember the last time a fellow fighter returned his bow of respect, they either always mocked him for sticking to tradition or flat out tried to sucker kick him in the face when he was bent over...like Mick. He's old school like that, what can he say?
This is where the friendliness ends with the large fellow once he reveals his true colors. "H-Hey!" Heroic instincts kick on Jones when he sees one of the Indian clerks getting hassled. Yet before he moves to intercept, Duke is already smashing through the desk with meaty fists whilst explaining his nom d' guerre. "Dude that wasn't cool." Pouts Jonesy once most of the clerks realize the danger they are in and begin to scoot their desks further away from the fight. Well that's one thing this guy has in common with Mick, they really know how to creep people out.
Oh and they like chucking things at opponents too it seems. "Whoa!!"
Fortunately Jones is quite used to this kind of tactic and makes a forward no hands cartwheel to avoid the splintered desk thrown at him. Landing quite close to the giant man, starting at him with no sign of fear on his shaded eyes. In fact there seems to be amusement...almost...glee.
"Okay then, nice to meet'cha Mister Devil Man. I'm Johnny Jones." The retro movie star says as he continues the forward motion of his somersault. "You must be used to this kind a weather being from hell and all right?" Leave it to Jones to start talking about the freaking weather in the middle of a fight.
Nevertheless despite his antics it's clear he's returning the attack as he comes down with his leg extended directly towards Duke's collarbone, aiming to cripple that shoulder and render his big meaty arm useless for a while.
"WOOATAAA!"
COMBATSYS: Duke blocks MrJones' Arc Fliegan EX.
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Duke 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 MrJones
The floor of telemarketers glance nervously across the bow as the poor woman covers her mouth, sobbing as her desk is destroyed. Duke was a gentleman; he had a certain degree of class. But he had business to attend to. A meeting, so to speak. And this SNF was in his way. But as the desk goes sailing over Mr. Jones, it goes crashing into another desk, the occupants fleeing. As Jones closes in, Duke responds by throwing up his arm, catching the kick just barely with a strained block. Wrenching his head up, the massive man seems to wince for a moment as the blow crushes his arm.
The ragged scar across his neck is very clear now.
The Don, despite the startling attack, smirks in response to Mr. Jones enthueasm."Johnny Jones. It is good to meet you as well." Shoving back the kick, the great man raises up a foot. "No, this weather is not to my liking. Especially indoors, it is much too stuffy. Perhaps what we need... is a little air." With a great force, Duke unleashes a stomp on the ground... which shakes the very building to it's foundations. A massive shockwave of fire explodes out from around the gangster, ripping up desks, hurling across people, and tearing apart the very floor itself.
And very likely Mr. Jones in the aftermath.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Duke's Seismic Impact.
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Duke 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 MrJones
Eyes wiggle when Mister Jones feels his leg colliding against a strong arm and not the relatively fragile collar bone as he hoped. Even whilst upside down he realizes that he's on a compromising position which Duke is likely to use against him. Therefore as soon as the 'Devil Man' has pushed him backwards, Jonesy goes with the flow and does another acrobatic somersault to place himself back on his feet a good ways a way from the colossus.
"Uhh..I guess? I dunno if they'd let us change-WHOA!!" Unsure as to why his opponent was even suggesting going outside to fight, the answer become all to clear to Jonesy when the giant warrior SLAMS his foot on the ground causing most of the building to crumble. Jonesy does his very best to avoid the debris as he continues to jump backwards, looking up to punch a falling pillar heading directly towards him out of the way. His knuckles hurt slightly, but it's better than taking it on the 'fro! ANYTHING BUT THE 'FRO BABY!
"Phew!" He wheezes "I ain't paying for none of that!" He's not really insured for this type of things. So rather than try to cause further destruction on the place he takes his shades off to keep a close eye on the giant dude lest he tries any more of those tricks.
COMBATSYS: MrJones focuses on his next action.
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Duke 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 MrJones
The building begins to collapse as Duke brings down the house. The poor telemarketers flee the building, which has literally been destroyed within a minute of Duke arriving. With one of the walls caving in, a blast of hot air and humidity rushes across the remains of the floor. And yet, the phones still ring off the hook. Duke stands at the epicenter of the destruction, his violet flames dying down briefly. Ignoring Jones's banter for the moment, he casts his gaze across the battlefield... and spies his opponent taking off his shades. And two that, Hell's Executioner has only one response.
"Impressive."
Duke walks across the debris, stomping down a chair in his path, flinging aside a desk that was strewn near him. "You show great promise for a fighter, Mr. Jones. What do you -do- for a living, Johnny?" As the Duke finally closes in oh the actor, the massive beast of a man slams both of his arms together, attempting to clap them hard with Mr. Jones in between. An easy dodge, for certain... but a dangerous block, should the Afro'd Warrior risk it.
COMBATSYS: MrJones interrupts Fierce Punch from Duke with Jab Punch.
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Duke 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 MrJones
It's a good thing Mister Johnny Jones took off his shades when he did, 'cause they probably would not have survived his next nigh suicidal move. Still in his comfortable Jeet Kune Do stance, most of his weight resting on the back leg whilst his hands hover close to his face, opened and relaxed, Johnny waits for the incoming slug with eyes full of alertness.
Rather than an orthodox punch, Duke instead opts for a bell clap in an attempt to shatter Mister Jones' ear drums. This is problematic because for one, it goes against his strategy, and two, if he gets his ear drums shattered he won't be able to listen to funky music no mo'. But alas, his mind was already set and he moves into the attack bring both arms up to for a simultaneous double side block. "Hrggh!!" It both annoys him and pains him! But at least he's now inside Duke's circle of defense and he takes the opportunity to deliver a quick upwards hook to slam against the guy's chin!
"Dang!" The funky fighter jumps backwards and pulls the sleeves of his jump suit up, taking off his watch so that doesn't get broken too in the fight. "Me? I'm an actor!" Grins he. "I'm sure you've heard of me. I was in, Deadly Dance of Death, Funky Dragons, Fists of Legend and Fury...any of 'em ring a bell?"
As Duke comes piling in, Mr. Jones, in his utter fearlessness, decides to choose a third option. Instead of either blocking or dodge, he simply tries block and punch. The massive, crushing limbs of the Don comes hammering down on Mr. Jones, hitting with the force of a bull elephant. The tactic does pay off for the actor though; the ganglord is slowed down slightly as the blow comes, and more force is deflected as the punch meets his chin.
And the Don lets out a dark chuckle.
Not backing away, A trickle of blood comes from Duke's chin, wicking off from his beard. Brushing the back of his hand to his beard, Duke shakes his head."I must confess, I do not go out to the movies too often. They are... kung fu movies? Like with Fei Long?" The mafia don asks, throwing back his leg as he builds momentum. "Times must be tough if you are participating in the Saturday Night Fights." The Duke says with an air of grace.
But then the kick comes.
Mr. Jones might hear the sound of a blade cutting through the air as the kick is unleashed. Kicking upwards, violet fire tears through with audible sharpness, the brute of a man attempting to launch the actor in the air. Should Johnny Jones be carried up by this powerful vertical kick, he will jump up to stay with Mr. Jones, unleashing a spinning kick across the man's body with the same, bone-cutting sharpness.
And to send him hurtling across the ruins.
COMBATSYS: Duke successfully hits MrJones with Swivel Gun.
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Duke 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 MrJones
Punching blood out of opponents usually means trouble for ol' Jonesy, for some strange reason he cannot fathom, they don't seem to enjoy that! Jones begins to dance back from Duke when he spots that dark grin, not out of fear really, it's just a strategic retreat to give himself more room to maneuver. He wiggles his shoulders looking ready to defend himself, until Duke does the very daft thing of mentioning Fei Long to him!
"Hey! Don't compare me to that Prima Donna! ACK!!!" Mister Jones straightens up at the comment of his hated rival which earns him a kick on the stomach that sends him flying up! The move star barely notices the kick coming down on him again whilst he's in mid air which then slams onto him to send him propelling back down. Looks like a move right out of his movies to be quite honest.
"Wellp!" Jonesy lands on a hand stand despite the pain surging through his body. "They are! But I just think prize fighting is a lot more enlightening than the decadent life of Hollywood." He furrows his eyebrows looking up at his still airborne target. "I'm from Metro City homes, a man of the people at his core! Yaknaw what I'm saying!!?" With a vicious cry, Mister Jones propels himself back into the air with his foot leading, flying directly towards Duke to deliver his signature rocket powered guillotine kick to the neck!
"GROOVE MASTA'!!"
COMBATSYS: Duke endures MrJones' Groove Master.
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Duke 1/---====/=======|=------\-------\0 MrJones
The one-two hit from Duke unleashes sends Jones flying, the large man being just a bit theatrical in his style. But undeniably brutal. Landing with a crash on both feet, the man needed to recover. Size meant power, but it did not mean speed. And soon enough, Mr. Jones was launching back wit ha flying kick. There was no way for Duke to dodge. Instead, the Don seems to stand there, arms hanging to his side, ready to accept the blow.
And Mr. Jones hits Duke squarely in the neckscar.
Duke looks away, taking in a deep breath as the blow strikes true. He holds there briefly, looking up at the remains of the roof. He brings up a fist, clenching it so tight that you can hear the joints snap. "Metro City. Good, good. I can always use a man of the people in my... business. Mr. Jones, I am about to make you an offer. And before I make it, there is just one order of business." There is a cracking sound as Duke turns his head back towards the actor, a fire burning in his yellow eyes.
"To ensure you can not refuse."
And with that, Duke unleashes the punch right into the ground at his feet.
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Outside the ruins of the call center, a crowd quickly forms, the camera crew keeping what few tabs they can on the fight within. It wasn't in the script for DUke to show up. And it especially wasn't in the script for the scary man to wreck the place. As the cold callers begin to calm down, the camera locked on Duke watches as he punches the ground. And then, screams. The remains of the building are suddenly enveloped by a massive explosion of violet chi, billowing outwards. Fragments of the building are flung across the surrounding grounds, smashing into other nearby buildings. The crowd panicks, fleeing from the massive explosion that reaches the head of a mushroom cloud. The call center was now gone; nothing but a crater with a few foundations would remain.
It seems that Duke would Nuke'm.
COMBATSYS: Duke successfully hits MrJones with Ground Zero.
- Power hit! -
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Duke 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 MrJones
A cheeky grin spreads through Mister Jones' cheek as the blade of his foot connects with the giant man's trachea. This dude is tough, but ain't nobody tougher that Mista' Jay, is what he tells himself in his mind. Bouncing from the strike, Johnny lands on a graceful Jeet Kune Do stance once more, always ready to continue the fight no matter in what position he finds himself in. What is Devil Man gonna try now huh? A Kick? A Punch? Another thrown desk? No matter what it may be, Jones is always ready!
...but perhaps no against a freaking atomic bomb!
"What the--" There's a slight lack of composure on Jonesy's part when he sees the incoming blast going towards him, consuming everything on it's path. There's no way to avoid something as colossal as that, Mister Jones falters, barely able to hear what Duke is saying through the deafening blast and only manages to put his arms up to protect the face meats before being engulfed in fire.
There's no sign of anyone, or /anything/ after such a devastating attack. Only rubble, fire and smoke. Duke's offer may have fall on deaf ears as it seems he just friggin' disintegrated the poor movie star who didn't know who he was dealing with.
IS THIS THE END OF OUR HERO!?
"Sorry.." Cough "Sorry..." From the burning ashes arise Mister Jones! His jump suit torn on the top leaving him only with his pants on, covered in sooth and with his afro slightly on fire after the explosion. "If you're trying to hire me for a flick you're gonna have to contact my agent."
Then..he's attacking?? AGAIN!? Johnny dashes forward unable to understand this strange emotion some people call fear, the only thought running through his mind is the position of yet another flying kick aimed squarely for Devil Man's chest!
"WOOAATAAA!!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones prepares to take his last stand against Duke!
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Duke 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 MrJones
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Duke with Arc Fliegan.
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Duke 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 MrJones
"Welcome to hell, Mr. Jones."
As the dust clears, Duke stands tall in the epicenter, the call center utterly annihilated. The ashes of the blast zone hang in the air, as the ganglord scans the grounds. "Where are you, Johnny." Growls the brute of the man, somewhat gentle in his tone. "The devil must collect his dues; and I won't take no for an answer."
But from the ashes, rises the phoenix.
As Mister Jones emerges from the fallout dust, the ganglord looks unphazed. "Ah, good of you to return from the other side, Mister Jones. You had me worried there." Duke sounds almost smug in his tone, his confidence building over him. "This is my world now, Mister Jones. You have no need for your agent when the devil himself wishes to bargin." When the actor responds by launching out, the Don doesn't even muster the effort to stop him, looking almost bored as he tries to step aside.
And there is where he makes his mistake.
The kick hits Duke squarely in the chest, knocking the wind right out of the gang lord. With a groan and a gasp, the Mafia Boss stumbles backwards, shocked at the second wind that has come from the actor. Gripping his chest, Duke looks over at his opponent."How can I..."
And the smirk was gone.
Holding up a hand, the mafia boss gazes upon the martial artist. "Perhaps you have more fight in your than I thought. Fair enough. I will retract my offer for now. But I will be waiting in Metro City, Mister Jones; when your bones heal, and your body mends itself." A violet flame erupts from his hand, forming the shape of some dark sun. The black wave twists and burns, sucking in the dust and ash around them... and drawing in Mister Jones as the Duke looks upon his opponent with cold blood.
"See you in hell."
COMBATSYS: Duke successfully hits MrJones with Gravitational Wave.
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Duke 0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1 MrJones
Bah, again with the friggin' hadoken energy blasts bullshit. There's almost no satisfaction from Johnny Jones when his foot collides with Duke's broad chest, he sees that incoming blast of energy coming and he knows he's screwed! And he didn't even collapse the other guy's chest cavity, so no celebration there either.
Scowling as he clenches his teeth, Jonesy assumes his ever constant Jeet Kune Do stance even though he knows it won't do him any good against broad energy blasts such as those. Again he puts his arms up to protect most of his body, but what good does it do to him if it just burns through his arms and scorches him completely??
"HRRGGG!!!" He's in pain now, the burning far too great now to continue on. But dang it, even if he doesn't know what the hell is Duke talking about he'll make his mark as all great stars do! "Dang son!" Jonesy gasps out as the dark sun immolates him. "You're freaking messing up the suit!!"
That said, Mista' Jay pushes forward again, always attacking, always on the offensive even when he's on the ropes. To be quite honest, he doesn't want to make no business with obvious criminals such this man, and clearly not with someone that calls himself the devil.
Johnny pushes through and delivers a piston like strike with the last of his strength, aiming for the Duke's liver! But just in case he doesn't get the message...
"BLOW IT OUT YOUR ASS!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Duke blocks MrJones' Way of the Groove Master.
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And with that final blow, the Duke knows he has won.
As the last of the gravity wave dies down, Mister Jones proves that he willnot quit. The Don looks somewhat surprised that the actor still has a fight struggling in his heart. But as the strike is unleashed, the ganglord whips out his own hand, to catch the blow in his fist. Clutching it hard, there is a sharp snapping sound as the strike drives hard into Duke's fist. Duke waits, watches Mister Jones, to see if the fight leaves him.
And finally, it does.
Duke smirks, tossing the actor aside. "We are through, Mister Jones. I am done here. It was pleasant meeting you, good sir." The mafia boss begins, walking away from the crater that was once the call center. Fading away, the Don lets loose one last word.
"Perhaps next time, I won't let you live."
COMBATSYS: Duke has ended the fight here.
Normally Jones would make a witty come back in situations like this. It was a good fight he thinks, not a complete and utter slaughter as it apparently was supposed to happen. Yet, he is naught but a man in the end, a funky man, but just a man nonetheless.
As such, once he's tossed aside landing on his side, all the actor can be heard saying is some nonsensical sing along as his eyes spin.
"/o~ jErEmaIAH wAS A bUlfRoG/o~" @_@
Log created on 21:43:27 03/29/2012 by Duke, and last modified on 09:27:54 04/06/2012.