Description: A Neo Development League smackdown right in the heart of the CWA Arena, notorious Lucha Vyle takes on the swaggering Daniel Jack in a free for all right in the ring this Sunday, Sunday, Sunday! (Winner: DRAW)
It's Monday Night, and you know what that means...it's time for yet another edition of C! W! A! CHAOOOOOOOS!! And the crowd is rowdy as ever, looking for a show. They heard something big was coming up, and even something about an exhibition from one of its former stars. Who could it be though? Titan? Missing IQ? Ortega himself? The crowd is roaring, the cameras are hot, and the pyro is even hotter as the announcers promote the big first hour, and the ring announcer makes his way into the ring.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a special exhibition STRRRRRREET FIGHT with the Neo Development Project! Introducing first...."
o/` EVERYBODY (COME ON!) IF YOU'RE WITH IT (COME ON!) IF YOU'RE READY (COME ON!) IF YOU WANT IT (COME ON!)! BRING IT ON (COME ON!) COME ALONG (COME ON!) ES TEE WHY EL-EE-ES BEYOND (Yond yond yond yond yond....) o/`
As soon as that song hits, and the purple and green lights sweep across the arena, the boos rain down HARD. And it's easy to see why: After a long absence, after which many hoped he'd disappeared forever, the Sickness himself, VYLE has returned to a CWA ring, and he's already taunting and provoking the crowd, tongue out, and making obscene gestures every which way as he scrambles across the stage, then down the ramp. Sprinting down, he slides in under the bottom rope before leaping to a top turnbuckle. And as the spotlights focus on him, the boos just grow that much louder.
Oh yeah...Vyle's in his element.
As Vyle gets in place, the purple and green lights begin to die down. "And for his second apperance in the ring! The guest fighter of Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu! That Cherry Poppin Dandy, that Sharp Dressed Man! DAAAAAAANIEL JACK!"
"MY MY, HERE COMES THE FUZZ"
The chemical breaks spit out as the spotlights shift away from Vyle and fix on the orange zoot suit wearing detective, Daniel Jack, as he struts down the line. Dressed to the nines, he clutches a gold watch on a chain, whirring it to a buzz as he spins it in place. The crowd roars as the well-dressed detective makes his second appearance with the CWA. Swaggering straight to the ring, he doesn't play up the flourish of the crowd. Daniel's fans, should he have any, knows that when he is dealing with a sociopath like Vyle.
He means business.
As he reaches the center ring, he snatches the watch, and rolls right under the turnbuckle. "Vyle! Hey! Scuzzy!" Daniel Jack snaps his fingers, pointing a finger at the long-tongued heel. "I know you! I remember! Give me a mic!" Taking the mic from a nearby ref, he continues to point a finger as he walks towards Vyle.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I remember this freak of nature! I remember him from the Southtown Siege! When I was a young man, defending the streets during the war, I remember this scum! This twisted low-life! Why, during the war, I remember! I remembered what he did, right at the fallout of the war! He made the gravest insult that any man could give to me!"
"He insulted the name of Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu!"
Boos erupt from the crowd. Daniel shakes his head. "Vyle, you sick bastard! You may insult a man's girl! You can insult his mother! You can even insult the way he dresses! But let me tell you one thing!" Daniel Jack gives a little wink.
"You can NEVER insult his FIGHTING STYLE!"
Turning toward the entrance ramp as the music changes to something unfamiliar, Vyle furrows his brow...and while it takes him a while to wonder just who the guy arriving about 70 years too late is, it finally clicks as he hears Daniel's voice over the mic. "Hey, I remember you. That Todoh punk!" he shouts, before gesturing for a mic of his own.
"Yeah, I was in the Siege...and I raised some hell there too! It's what I do, if any of you morons remember me at all." He pauses, letting the boos come down again, before he continues. "And kid...why do I need to insult your fighting style? You and that pathetic teacher of yours do it every time you fight, so you obviously don't need my help being an insult!" he snorts, tossing the mic away as more jeers come, mixed in with "KICK HIS ASS!" chants.
Clearly, he's done talking...but he's not done taunting, leaning back into the ropes and gesturing with both hands as he waits on Daniel. AND he even throws in a mocking impression of the Kasane Ate while he's at it, miming a trip and faceplant afterwards before pushing himself back into the ropes.
Daniel Jack LOOKS outraged. How OUTRAGED. Opening his hands out to the crowd, his jaw DROPS at the insult to not only his fighting style, but then his very teacher. Taking off his hat, he looks at the audience is utter disbelief. Shaking his head, he just STARES.
But then comes the apeing of the Kasane Ate.
Daniel Jack pulls the sleeves of his jacket, straightening out his suit before adjusting his hat. Turning around, he goes right for the turnbuckle post With a sharp kick, he knocks it free from the arena, grabbing it swiftly. Turning on the other side of the ropes, he straightens it out, aiming it end-first at the wrestler. Chucking it straight for Vyle, he belts out a nice warning beforehand. "Hey! Assclown!"
"Get bent!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Daniel
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits Vyle with Thrown Object.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Daniel
Vyle seems to have plenty of fun mocking Daniel, and when he sees that outrage coloring the man's face. He laughs, turning his back on Daniel after the mocking of the sacred skill of Todoh-ryuu, arms open as he taunts the crowd more. Of course, he ends up getting into a back and forth jawing with someone in the first row as he does so, but hey...that's what he does.
Of course, he gets the sense something's up when he hears the gasp from the crowd and the sound of rending metal. Turning around, he hears Daniel's warning and insult, and sees the post flying toward him. "Oh sh-" What he says is cut short as he tries to dive away, but the post managse to clip him in the leg, a growling sound of pain coming from the vicious heel. The crowd is cheering wildly at this turn of events...mind, if Vyle had done it, they'd be OUTRAGED...but that's wrestling.
"NNnnh....nice shot...dirty. Maybe you should be the one these assclowns are booing," he snaps, a nasty smirk coming on his face, before he charges in low, trying to take Daniel off his feet with a sudden double leg takedown sweep.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Daniel with Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Daniel
The turnbuckle post clips Vyle, to the cheers of the crowd. Daniel Jack throws up his arms, palms open. "I had to do it folks! I warned him! But a man got to have lines that shouldn't be crossed!" The detective is so busy warming up the crowd that he doesn't notice when Vyle comes up from behind. Danny turns around as the threat is spit out, looking at the man going low. He attempts to use his fancy foot work to get out of the way.
And Daniel is sent to the ground.
"Oof! Dammit scuzzy!" The detective groans, landing flat on his back. Forced to the ground, the detective writhes a bit. Planting a hand on his hat, he struggles, being caught in a bad position. He needed to get back up, and reverse the momentum. Vyle calls him an assclown? Well, the detective would just have to shoot back.
"And force you out of the job?"
Lashing out his hands, Daniel Jack attempts to grab Vyle's leg as he rises. Aiming for the ankle and above the knee, the detective would rise up with a sharp wrench. He would try to twist the leg around as he rises, forcing an awful ankle lock to turn the tables on the other wrestler. If successful, he will just keep that lock there.
And shift to a Spinning Toe Hold.
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Mad Jack Crack from Daniel with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Daniel
Vyle manages to get Daniel down with his sudden tackle, but with all that writhing and wriggling, he can't get him down for the good ol' ground and pound. That's not such a bad thing, mind. Vyle isn't Vale Tudo, he's not MMA, he's straight up Lucha. And that means doing everything with style. So when he gets pushed out before he can go full mount, he just decides to hang back..and taunt more. "Nothing more a crowd hates more than a fallen hero kid," he snorts...
...before the grabs at his leg comes. "Whoa!" he shouts, twisting and trying to get out of it, and perhaps even grab Daniel before his leg is cranked. Unfortunately, trying to pull it into a favorable position fails, and Vyle ends up flipped over into a full ankle lock, face a mask of pain as he struggles for the ropes. "GHAAHHHHHHH!!" The crowd loves seeing him in peril, face twisted in pain, and they make it known with echoing cheers, and chants of "TAP! TAP! TAP!"
Wrenching the fight out of the Lucha, he could hold this pin all day. Despite the cries of the crowd, though, Daniel knew he wasn't going to give them what they wanted. They were using NDP rules, not CWA. Finally breaking from the Spinning Toe Hold, Daniel releases Vyle, bending over to pick the heel up.
"Come on, Scuzzy! Where's the fight in you!"
Holding him upright, the detective keeps him place long enough to unleash his signature combo. A punch with the left, followed by a hand chop with the right. Should Vyle still be stuck in place, Daniel the detective will throw a straight kick, followed by the ending of the combination strike, a roundhouse kick. The announcers roar.
"It is Daniel Jack's signature move, the ZOOT SUIT RIOT!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Daniel's Zoot Suit Riot.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Daniel
Hobbling as he gets pulled up to his feet, Vyle uses the ropes to help keep himself straight, at least enough to react to whatever Daniel has planned. While he's not close enough to use the ropes for any further support from that, he's at least upright enough to bring his arms up to stall the Todoh-ryuu student's first punch, block the chop with his forearms, then knock aside the straight kick. By this point, he's forced back into the ropes enough to lean back and barely avoid the roundhouse.
"You want fight...." he snarls, before letting the ropes do their thing and snap him forward with some extra momentum. "F*** YOUR FIGHT!" he shouts out before stabbing his hand forward, as if trying to impale Daniel with a thrust of that hand...and that green stuff on his fingertips? Well, lets just say it's definitely not food coloring.
COMBATSYS: Daniel blocks Vyle's Injector.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Daniel
Daniel Jack's furious flurry of blows don't slow down the detective, who keeps the Lucha on the ropes. As the last two kicks come, though, Vyle is already surging back. Fortunately, the center of the detective comes to quickly. Falling back to his defensive stance, Daniel is ready to meet the thrusting hand with a quick catch. The poison burns his palm, the energy seething. But while it burns, the detective just sneers. "Man, and you call yourself Vyle? I've had whiskey with a bigger bite than that!" Throwing a quick punch with his right, he swiftly leads in with a hand chop with his left, seeming to begin another Zoot Suit Riot...
Before lunging in for another grab.
Should Daniel get a grip on the wrestler, he would lift the lucha off from the ropes, and throwing him back, he would bring the pair of them down an explosive power bomb. Non-Todoh? Of course.
But damn if it wouldn't win over the crowd.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Daniel's Tequila Sunrise.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Daniel
Never underestimate a luchador. Especially in a wrestling ring. They're known for being able to fly after all, and even if Vyle doesn't take to the air too often as a rudo, he's still got plenty of ability to. That shines through when Daniel tries to lift him off the ropes. While Daniel's able to get him up, the Sickness manages to keep momentum enough to simply flip over and vault off of Daniel's shoulders to land back on his feet.
And from there? He just reaches around, trying to grab the zoot suit hero's head and yank it backward. "You'd like it if I bit you, wouldn't you? Kinky little twerp," he sneers, aiming to yank Daniel's head down and drop into a sitting postion. The aim? The good ol' fashioned Hangman's Neckbreaker. And that poison that was on his fingertips before? Yeah, it's still there, and unless Daniel does something drastic, it'll smear all over his face as well in that neckbreaker.
COMBATSYS: Daniel blocks Vyle's Improvised Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Daniel
Daniel had trouble with Lucha's before in the ring. El Fuerte was just one of the examples. Vyle was another. As the detective surges up with another rush of strength, Daniel whiffs with both of his punches, before his throw ends up going wild. Vyle slips out of his grips, and gets right behind the detective. Daniel Jack feels himself getting pulled hard back, the toxins seeping into his skin. If he got down into a sit, he would find himself getting in a whole pot of crock.
So he decided to get even instead.
Bringing his foot down, the sleuth stomps his way out of the grapple, stamping hard near Vyle's foot while pressing his weight away from the wrestler. Wrenching free, the detective seems to be punch drunk by the poison. Stumbling out of the grab, the detective lurches around wildly... scooping up the loose turnbuckle post as he swerves. Gripping it in two hands, he doesn't appear to regain his footing by the time he comes around to Vyle again. With a wide, wild swing, he brings around the post, aiming right for the center of Vyle's skull.
"Sick freak! Get back in the filth your momma bore you from!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits Vyle with Light Random Weapon.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Daniel
While Vyle managed to give Daniel another nice faceful of his special brand of toxin, he can't quite keep the grip necessary to finish the neckbreaker, not when Daniel plants his foot down hard and wrenches out of his grab. Spinning around to face him, he...ends up running straight into a random, uncontrolled swing of the post by the detective. That, he was not expecting, and neither was the crowd from the sound of it, a sympathetic "OOOhhhhh..." from the crowd as Vyle's skull gets cracked with a sickly audible *THUNNNGGG*. The dull ring of skull and thick steel tells the story there.
Eyes going blurry in a way that only a likely concussion brings, Vyle finds himself strangely unable to pin down just where the Zoot Suiter is in the ring. After all, there are three of them now. "What....and lose my chance to taste the filth your momma bore YOU from?" he retorts. While he has options....Vyle just decides to do what he does best, and spit out his usual venom. Well, he did that figuratively already. So why not do it literally, a cloud of poison mist sprayed out toward...the center Daniel. Might as well aim for the one in the middle, and hope he gets the others on the edges too.
COMBATSYS: Daniel slows Venom Breath from Vyle with Kasane Ate.
Glancing Hit
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Daniel
PING
"Jackass in corner pocket!" Daniel belts out, landing a cheap shot of all cheap shots. Sending the wrestler into a stun, the detective smirks, shouldering the post. "Keep it clean, Vyle, or else I'm gonna start swinging where the sun don't shine, you dig?" He had assumed that Vyle was well too stunned to try anything else. When he looks towards the detective, he doesn't even bat an eye until the spit comes.
The poison spray.
Daniel Jack keeps a hold on the post, whipping his free hand around. Arm burning with chi, he swipes the mist coming at him. "KASANE ATE!" Came the cry as orange energy lashes out, disapating the cloud. Unfortunately, scattering the cloud doesn't help the detective out as he takes a deep breath in... and begins to choke. "WUAGH CAFF CAFF! Aaaaagh! MY THROAT! What did you..."
Daniel leans on the post, barely keeping himself upright as he clutches his throat.
Vision was still blurry, head was still spinning, and he was pretty sure he was about to throw up soon too....but Vyle was smiling. For one thing, he's stopped seeing triple, and now only saw two Zoot Suited Zeroes. And secondly (and more importantly), he managed to give Daniel a face full of poison yet again, this time with that ever distinctive mist of his. Even those who had sympathetically groaned for the hit Vyle took immediately turn back against him. That's more like it.
"Sorry sunshine. I guess I still have your mom on my breath," he snorts, backing off to try and clear his head a little more, and let Daniel stew in his throat burning for a little longer.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Daniel
Daniel Jack look up from his burning throat, visibly struggling to breath. "You ASS." He seethes. Looking at the opposing wrester briefly, his eyes drifts upwards to the overhanging light system... and a thought brews. An opportunity. Looking down at Vyle again, he keeps gazing back and forth. Taking one last forced inhale, he rises off of the post, and with a single, smooth motion, he hurls the post.
And it goes high above Vyle's head.
Sailing up in the air, the post lands with a loud clang against the overhanging fixture. And then, a sharp lurch. The sound of twisting metal and snapping wires roar over the CWA arena. Daniel begins to step back as the light fixture above begins to collapse to the arena below....
With the epicenter named Vernon Cross.
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits Vyle with Huge Thrown Object.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Daniel
....ok, that was not expected. That was not expected....or even sane. "What the hell..." Vyle mutters to himself, watching Daniel toss the post into the air. When it snaps the light figures above the arena, and the sound of metal groaning comes, shrieks come, followed by panic in the crowd. And in the ring? Yeah, Vyle is panicking as well. "WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING, YOU CRAZY LITTLE BI-" he shouts...unfortunately, that's when it all starts to crash down.
It happens so fast, really. The ring collapses from the impact of it, and when Vyle finally manages to extract himself out of the wreckage, he's all bloodied up, clothes torn and looking like he's about to collapse himself finally. "You....crazy...little....****...." he sneers, trying his hardest to scramble after him.
The way he crawls, it's almost snakelike, and if he gets a chance, he'd coil arms around the Todoh-ryuu student for an ugly looking overhead suplex. And with the wreckage around...well...
COMBATSYS: Daniel interrupts Strong Throw from Vyle with Jumping Jack Flash.
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Vyle 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Daniel
Daniel certain has his own way to bring down the house.
The wild, unpredictable attack sends his opponent for a loop, his use of improvised weapons bringing him an added edge in the fight. Fortunately, the fixtures don't land in the crowd. That would get Daniel some bad heat, right there. Crashing into the arena, the ring collapses in, sending the pair of them down. Daniel lands off balanced, but as the detective tears the place apart...
Vyle is still up.
"Crazy? I'm not crazy. I'm just sharp." The detective belts off as Vyle lunges in, grabbing him before the detective can fully recover from the fallout. Aimed right for the throw, Daniel needs to reverse the throw. But how do you reverse a suplex?
Painfully.
As Daniel is hurled backwards, he wrenches his own body into everything he could to NOT land on his back. Landing on his feet, the detective's body was twisted horribly, yet his spine remained strong. His chest was burning from the poison still saturated in it. The detective's whole form ached. But he was on his feet. And keeping the grip on the suplex, he begins to reverse it.
"Damn sharp."
Swinging Vyle over his own head, keeping him from slamming on the ground, the detective forces himself through great effort in an overhead slam down into the same pile of debris. But the wrestler was lit up now, with burning orange chi. "Roaring out, Vyle finds himself not only hit hard down in the wreckage, but launched back up by a burst of chi that carries up down, and up.
"KASANE ATE!"
Well, it seems like Heel and Face dynamics really aren't necessary anymore, at least as far as playing to the crowd is concerned. For one thing, the crowd is kind of...on the run now. After Daniel's trick tears down the house literally, you know. But that doesn't mean the fight has ended. Daniel's possible career with the CWA and any minute chance Vyle might have had at returning? That's gone for sure....but the fight? Oh no, it's still going hot.
And when Vyle tries to lunge and give back as good as he got before?....well, he manages to get a piece, but when Daniel holds on and lands in an arch, that's when...things go wrong. In a feat that defies all sorts of laws on leverage, he wills the rudo up in a throw of his own, the luchador crying out in pain as he lands in the wreckage, then vaulted back up by the very technique he had insulted so thoroughly earlier.
Landing back down, the rudo groans, crawling his way forward, face down on the small piece of the ring left clear and level enough to do anything with. "You.....you....are....so....****ing dead..." he groans...before lunging one more time, trying to tackle Daniel to the ground. And afterwards?.....
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Daniel with Outbreaker.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Daniel
After Vyle manages to drop the tackle, he continues to hold onto the legs. Even in his state, he's still a determined bastard, and he summons up enough strength to will Daniel over into a high-angled Boston Crab, sinking the hold in to wrench on the back. "NNghhh...you....are....dead...meat..." he growls, before he suddenly takes to the air, forcibly dragging the Todoh-Ryuu fighter into the air with him. Keeping his toes hooked onto Daniel's shoulders, he'd flip once...twice...until finally dropping down into the outside area. The padded concrete won't do much to dampen the impact, especially as he rotates just enough so Daniel would land straight on his face in a way that would allow the rudo to immediately wrench back into the Boston Crab again before he releases his victim.
Daniel Jack was becoming a one-man fallout zone. Once he got riproaring, he would find anything and everything that could be made into a weapon. Tearing apart the stage was only one step in this. Of course, Daniel Jack was driving away the audience, and with that, he was opening himself to the worst opening. Without an audience, he can no longer be a face.
And that leaves Vyle as just another opponent.
The wrestler lunges for Daniel, knocking the fatigued Todoh fighter to the ground. Grabbing on to the legs, he throws him around to the dreaded Boston Crab, Caught by the wrestler, the detective uses the only trick left in his hand. As Vyle grips him, he begins to notice that the outline of the detective fades, and the detective seems to... blend in with the background? Like how Master Todoh once hid in the background, the detective seems to be using the same trick in active combat. Vyle smashes the detective HARD into the concrete. Almost too hard; it seems that between Daniel give away, or the concrete, the concrete leaves a nasty-looking crater in the shape of Daniel. The detective is easily wrenched back in shape, but the whole thing feels wrong. LIke Vyle wasn't harming him as much as he should.
And on the release?
Daniel Jack jumps.
Body shifting back into color, Daniel recovers with the frenzy of pinning down the opposing wrestler. Not letting Vyle get ANY opportunity to pin him, the detective was going for broke. He had his eye on the wrestler throughout this fight, and he knew after bringing down the house, Vyle was on the ropes. And now, it was time to seal the deal. Throwing everything he had at the wrestler, he attempts to snatch him in midair, and wrestler him right down to the ground in a single, arterial hold.
To squeeze the wrestler into unconsciousness.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Skiffle Drop from Daniel with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Daniel
Ok...whatever that was?...that was some sort of neat trick on Daniel's part. But...whatever trick it was, it still doesn't change the fact that Vyle is still one tenacious bastard, like an itch that comes back every year or so. You know the kind. Yeah, and the rudo is just as nasty and unwanted and inappropriate for viewing by the public. And just like that special kind of itch, he just does not go away without a fight.
Just like when Daniel tries to parlay that special trick passed down to him by Todoh himself into a finishing counter attack. Unfortunately, THIS time Vyle has the momentum enough to stop him, grab him with one arm around the detective's chest, and lift. "F*** YOU!!!" he shouts, dropping down to a seated position and pulling Daniel back down from the air wth him for a drop that shocks the jaw and the spine.
The Antidote: The Cure for the Common Life.
Leaping through the air, the detective finds himself... caught. Danny looks confused for only a moment, before he is held aloft by one hand. With a single, smooth motion, the detective is hammered into the concrete, his jaw and spine audibly fractured.
Daniel lies there for a moment, stunned.
And slowly, he rises up again. "Just like old times, isn't it Vyle." He begins, forcing the kinks out of his joints. he may have a broken vertebra now. "Remember that fight outside my Dojo? We never finished that match. Too close for either of us. But now, neither of us has an out." Daniel Jack raises a single hand up, letting it burn with chi. "You know what's coming up next. I know what's coming up next. You're a boor, you're an ass, and you are probably nastiest dog I've ever run into." The detective suddenly flashes a smirk.
"And I wouldn't have it any other way, buddy."
Launching forward, the detective lashes out with a free hand, unleashing the short wave of energy. Another Kasane Ate, the third one this match. Daniel Jack would be a very boring fighter if it wasn't for the sheer flexibility he brought into every fight. Boring is Kasane Ate over and over again. Exciting was caving in the roof. As the energy reaches out, the detective shouts out the name of the attack, as Master Todoh taught him again and again.
"KASANE ATE!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Daniel's Mikansei Kasane Ate.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Daniel
Vyle spits out a bit of blood...not to be insulting for once. Just because his mouth was becoming full of it. It was really kind of nasty actually. And it interfered with his Venom Breath too. Rising up, he's forced to keep himself upright on the security railing surrounding the ringside. "If that's a proposal, then I say 'I Don't.' And if I catch you outside my house with a boombox, I'm shooting you myself," he snorts, before diving away to the side once the Kasane Ate shoots across the ground at him.
It takes him a bit to pull out of that roll, diving again. This time, he's trying to grab the remanis of the ring and pull himself up. He can't really jump high enough to pull it off...so he just yanks himself up high enough that he can try to stomp his erstwhile foe in the face as much as he can.
COMBATSYS: Daniel endures Vyle's Riot Stampede!
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Daniel
Lunging out with a weak Kasane Ate, the detective was growing exhausted. He was throwing every attack he had in his arsenal out at the wrestler. He was in tatters, and just couldn't nail down the agile wrestler. Worst, as Vyle rolls back, he rolls up. As Vyle pulls up to stomp on the detective's face, Daniel Jack sighs, taking off his glasses. "I was going to be nice to you, but god dammit, you are just downright vile." Taking the stomp in full force, the detective's eye blackens, and his nose bleeds. But that tensing. That burning focus in his eyes. "So it looks like it is time to take off the gloves, and for me to..."
"... Mean Business."
The detective suddenly erupts in a flare of orange chi as he stomps the ground HARD. The debris around him suddenly flies into the air from the shockwave, even the remains that Vyle was clinging on to. Snatching the debris in the air, Daniel begins to go nuts. Juggling some of them, he keeps hurling junk after junk after the lucha, bringing everything on hand to bear on the wrestler. Only when he runs out of the remains of the arena right by him does the detective finally slow down...
And falls to one knee.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Daniel's Mean Business.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Daniel
The key to surviving: When someone is attacking where you are, then DON'T BE THERE. Vyle is, if nothing else, a survivor. And when Daniel starts to mean business? Vyle gets the hell out of 'there' as soon as he can, diving off the remains he had been clinging on to, and stops, drops, and rolls as if he was on fire. Somehow, some way, he manages to wait out Daniel's barrage doing this. "I've seen meaner business at a tea party...." he groans...before trying to twist his body enough to sweep his legs out toward the detective's own. It's not skilled, it's not messy...but if it gets the job done? Then it gets the job done.
After all, when you have to survive, you do everything you can.
COMBATSYS: Daniel blocks Vyle's Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Daniel
Daniel Jack could only take one more hit. As the sweeping kick comes, the detective ducks low, throwing his arms to the ground. Blocking the sweep hard, his arms bend, unable to take any more blocks. he was exhausted. He was on his last legs. And he needed a miracle to close the deal. His eyes drift to the ground... and to his miracle.
A rock.
Daniel Jack scoops near him, grabbing the concrete stone. With the skill of a grade school bully, he aims the rock. "See you on the other side, scuzzy!" And with a sharp toss, the detective hurls the stone right for the forehead of the wrestler.
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits Vyle with Small Thrown Object.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Daniel
A miraculous mineral, a serendipitous stone, sensational silica....whatever you want to call it, after all of Vyle's own mini-miracles, it seems to be the one that finally catches the slimy, slippery bastard. He tries to avoid it, yes he does, but the toss mages to peg him just before he can get his body in motion again and work that inhuman survival instinct. With his head swimming in a way that surely heralds a long night's sleep, he lurches toward Daniel.
"You first," he snaps, before spitting in his face. What comes out is...well, part Venom Breath, and part...well, Daniel's a detective. He'll deduce what the red is.
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Daniel
COMBATSYS: Daniel dodges Vyle's Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Daniel
Like David against Goliath, the rock lands true.
And yet, Vyle does not go down.
As the final spray of mist is unleashed, the detective lunges to the side, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. His hand burning with chi, he glares at Vyle in awe. "Dammit man! Just go down!" The detective shouted before raising his hands up high... and slashing them down, unleashing a wave of chi.
"KASANE ATE!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits Vyle with Kasane Ate.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Daniel
This time, the Kasane Ate does it's trick without Daniel slamming Vyle down first. Slammed back into the barricades, Vyle spits up another gout of mixed venom and blood, this time nowhere near close enough to even pretend to catch the detective with it. Stumbling forward, he glowers at his foe. "Not without...a goodnight kiss," he says with that creepy little chuckle you see from villains who know they're beaten in movies. Just one last moment of spite before they bite the big burrito. And Vyle's moment of spite? A headbutt aimed straight for the nose.
COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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Daniel 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Daniel with Quick Punch.
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Daniel 0/-------/----===|
Kasane Ate.
The last swipe of energy finally, with great effort from the detective, pins down the wrestler by blasting him back into a barricade. The energy burning off of him, Daniel slowly straightens himself up. Ignoring the laughter, the detective shakes his head, wiping the blood off his face. "What do you mean good night kiss, lover bo-"
And suddenly headbutt.
WHAM goes the forehead, knocking Daniel reeling back. Stars spin around the detective. Then, grey dots as he lies on his back. Finally, as the tunnel becomes narrower and narrower...
Darkness.
Double KO.
COMBATSYS: Daniel takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Daniel can no longer fight.
Headbutting Daniel was...it was cold comfort for the rudo....but hey, if he was going down for sure, he sure as hell wasn't going to go alone. "Heh....goodnight, private di-" he starts to quip....before falling face first into the mats. He lost...but so did his opponent. SO that's a win for him, if only a moral one.
Log created on 19:19:44 04/09/2012 by Daniel, and last modified on 15:40:28 04/10/2012.