Description: In a stunning rematch at the Capital 7, Daniel Jack and former NDP champ Mister Jones break it down old school with a battle between the Funk and the Jazz. (WINNER: MISTER JONES)
Mista' Johnny Jones must be getting off his groove! Back at the start of the first NDP, he had already gotten like /a million/ matches on the first couple of days. Yet here we are, well under way of the first week of the next season and has only managed to get one fight in. Sure, it was with the leading champion Intan, but it's nowhere near as funky as he would like!
Time to step it up for real. It is only fitting that any fights that involve the former champion of the NDP are set up with style, which is why the grand Casino, Capital 7, is being set up to hold this very special events. Bets are held all around to the enjoyment of any and all gamblers who have come to watch this grand spectacle, a large cage has been set up right smack in the middle of the casino allowing everyone to see the even from all levels of the building.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Capital 7 is proud to present tonight the one, the only, the inimitable Miiiiisteeeeeeer JOOOOOOOOOOOOOONEEEEES!!"
"Fighting against the jewel of Todoh-Ryu, the gumshoe detective, Daaaanny JAAAAAAAACK!!"
Although the announcer is trying to keep things relatively even, it's clear that the crowd is favoring the former champion more, although it's not entirely subtle considering the rather large and obvious Disco Ball set atop the ring accompanied by pretty retro soundtrack.
Johnny doesn't look too terribly thrilled about this fight though as his positioning would state, his back and one of his feet are pressed up against the cage whilst his arms are crossed, an unreadable face set upon his shade covered face. It almost looks like he's annoyed. But then again, he would be.
Since he has met Daniel Jack before.
He remembers the fiasco at the Duck Pond.
And it doesn't help he watched that interview with him and Intan.
"Oh boy, here we go.." Sighs he not sure if he is ready to withstand the detective's eccentric nature.
Mister Jones.
Redux.
The detective remembered Mr. Jones. Not the best of first impressions for either party. But maybe Daniel would turn it around this time. Oh, sure, he was a LITTLE weird with the interview. But that was the passion of Todoh! So what if he caused a riot at the Duck Pond, had a meaningless fight with Mister Jones, and nearly beat up the interviewer on public television?
Oh hey was that a COCKTAIL waitress?
As the announcer calls out his name, Daniel Jack is busy near the sidelines of the cage, being fed Martinis through the cage. Tossing back another highball from the short-dressed woman, he finally comes back to the fight on hand. Raising up the cocktail glass, he turns around, looking at his opponent as the disco strings sing.
"What?"
The detective hiccups a moment, before feeding the glass back through. "Hold up, scuzzy! Just taking in the night life! Man! Can you believe they have free drinks here! I wonder why I haven't gone to the Casino more often, scuzzy!" The detective snorts a bit, reaching for a nice tall glass of Long Island Iced Tea. "Scuzzy! I like the sound of that! Scuzzy!"
"Scuzzy!"
Mister Jones may not have a difficult fight before him.
It's about what he'd expect.
Johnny Jones sighs as he foresees a repeat of the Duck Pond incident. He's usually the one weirding opponents out, but man! He has to hand it to Danny. Ain't nobody more annoying than him, and in way, that takes skill...I think. The Groove Master tries to look as composed as he can in the face of the Todoh-Ryu practitioner, soon to add drunk kung-fu master to his, more than likely, large repertoire of skills. Of course, there's not a whole lot one /can/ do to look composed when facing one such as Danny Jack, so he just settles for combing his hair with an afro pick and puff up his curly locks. It's about the only thing he can do to calm his nerves. Not from the incoming fight mind you, he's prepared to do his best, nor is he having some kind of stage fright, he's an actor after all! He lives to perform in front of large crowds! It's just that....Daniel..is...just...ugh!!
He's so annoying!!
"Maybe 'cause you'd try trash up the place." Mister Jones responds not even bothering to hide his annoyance at Daniel's act. Usually he'd take this time to bow to his opponent respectfully and exchange pleasantries, but even he has his limit! Why, the Funky Master of the Groove looks about ready to lose his cool any moment now as he marches right there up to Daniel and yanks the cocktail away from Danny's hand downing it on go. "Hey brudda! Snap out of it!" He slaps the boy's cheek a little staring at him with a disapproving shaded glare.
"You ready to do this or should I just wait 'till the drinks do all the hard work for me?"
COMBATSYS: MrJones has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Daniel has joined the fight here.
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His DRINK!
Daniel Jack looks confused at first as he tilts back the drink, only to find the cup missing. Glancing at Mister Jones, he looks dumbfounded. "What? Why, Scuzzy!? Come on man!" The detective is even slapped, making his face go hot. Ignoring the actor PROACTIVELY for a moment, he turns back to the outside of the cage, practically ordering the next drink. "Bracadi 151? Danke!" The detective takes the new shot, scowling at the actor turned fighter as he turns back around. "Well! Well! You want to go down? Well how about I just take one more..." Daniel throws the drink back.
And sprays out the 151 proof contents right towards Mister Jones eyes.
"And let the drink do the hard work!" He belts out to gasps from the crowd as he swings the glass, attempting to smash it upside the head of the other fighter.
COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends Daniel's Light Random Weapon!
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Daniel 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
Mister Jones rolls his eyes.
He rolls them SO HARD.
When Daniel turns around to ignore his taunt, the Groove Master shrugs helplessly and turns around walking to the other side of the cage. If Danny ain't gonna take this seriously then why should he?? There are plenty other NDP fighters that would more than gladly appreciate the /honor/ of tangling with him. If all that the supposed detective is gonna do is waste his time, then he's just gonna check up on the listing again.
He ain't stupid though. Well, at the very least smart enough to know better than to give his back to a tricky opponent such as Daniel Jack. The Groove Master looks over his shoulder just in time to see the Bracadi being sprayed his way and slides out of the way! "Man! Watch the suit!!" Grumbles the Funky Fighter, hands on the pockets of his jump suit as he turns around to face his opponent.
He scowls once more when Daniel truly shows he has no self respect by attacking him with a bottle and he lifts his foot to kick the improvised weapon right out of Danny's hand with a quick whack! "And careful with the 'fro too! Sheesh!!" Using the same leg he used to block, and still with his hands on his pockets, Johnny goes to throw two kicks right for Daniel's mouth! One right after the other!
Usually it takes just one to shut people up, but he ain't taking no chances with Danny!
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Daniel with Slide Double.
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Daniel 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 MrJones
Daniel Jack's drunk visage was gone like a flash. The detective was an alcoholic! A few drinks wasn't going to slow him down. Well, at least not the start of the fight. He was trying to fight dirty with Mister Jones. Or as Daniel would see it, fighting pragmatic. Unfortunately, the problem was still present.
Mister Jones was GOOD.
The glass is kicked clean from his hand, knocking it flying. The second kick comes surging, and with it, the third. Mr Jones was not only rolling Daniel right into the cage wall, but looking GOOD while doing it. Daniel Jack was stunned, his lower lip swelling up from the one-two impact. Grabbing his face, the detective winces.
And glances back up at Jones.
"Oh, it's on, Scuzzy."
Suddenly, the detective thrusts his hands forward, unleashing a palm strike as he rolls right back towards his opponent. Leading in with his own combination strike, he follows up with a hand chop with the right. Leaning back for a straight kick, the detective whips around to finish the assault with a roundhouse kick.
"Lets jack it up a notch, brother!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Daniel's Zoot Suit Riot.
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"Come at me, bro!"
If Mister Jones can make Daniel take this fight seriously, then he feels like he has already won. Don't nobody takes it easy with Tha' Jones, knaw what I'm sayin'? Even the lethal practitioners of Todoh-Ryu gotta respect the funk! (Yo, dawg)
Making Daniel take the fight seriously has it's disadvantages though. Since, that means he's coming at him for real and this prompts Jonesy to get on a proper fighting stance and take his hands out of his pockets. As he assumes his signature Jeet Kune Do stance staring to dance back and away from an enraged Daniel, the crowd goes wild as the fight gets well underway!
"Woo! WATA!!" The hand chop is blocked by a curled arm going up and the combination of kicks are smacked away by swift kicks of his own. Mister Jones' shades flash as they reflect the light of the disco light, aiming to drive Daniel back into the cage wall to negate him the momentum he wishes.
"HAAAII!!" Pushing himself from his back foot, Johnny surges forward to slam a fierce fist on Daniel's liver and knock the wind (and alcohol) out of him!
COMBATSYS: Daniel blocks MrJones' Retro Knuckle.
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Daniel 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 MrJones
Daniel Jack comes in, his flurry of blows carefully deflected by the other fighter. Daniel Jack's reliable techniques were not growing so reliable. Worse, Mister Jones comes surging back as his kicks are blocked.
Mister Jones was a vocal fighter, to say the least.
"Come on, step it up!" The detective belts as he keeps walking forward. As John unleashes the fierce knuckle, the detective catches it with his forward guard. Catching the strike roughly, he can feel and see his wrist wrench hard. But, at least his liver was safe. Following up with another palm strike, the detective leads into a hand chop, starting up another Zoot Suit Riot.
Until he lunges in to grab Jones' arm.
If he can get a grip, the Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu warrior will pivot, swinging Jones over and around, attempting to chuck him hard on his back.
"What's with the cage, scuzzy?"
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits MrJones with Tequila Sunrise.
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Daniel 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 MrJones
Ack! That's the thing about fighting Aikido practitioners of any style. Don't let 'em grab you or you're in for a ride!
Even with his speed and the fact that his opponent seems to inebriated, Johnny Jones still gets his arm caught and promptly flipped around to land on his back! The crowd cheering and hollering seeing the man that just a moment looked so skillful fighting with his hands on his pockets flopped around like a rag doll. "Hrgg! Oh you know." Johnny responds casually as he hits the floor. "Just taking some measures and all. I didn't want you trashing the freaking place like ya did on your other fights."
Oh yeah, Johnny has been keeping an eye on Daniel. He saw what he did on his fight with Intan and Vyle!
With all this measures set in place, Mista' Jay can at least concentrate on the fight and not worry about what property damage Danny might do like he did when he first encountered the fellow at the Duck Pond. It might explain why back then he was acting a lot more reserved, while here he is definitely being far more aggressive.
"SHOO!" Kicking himself back to his feet with a back roll, the Groove Master gets right into it by swinging a tornado kick directly across Daniel's face! "ATAA!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel endures MrJones' Arc Fliegan.
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But Daniel NEEDED to trash the place.
That was part of his style, his grace. Trapped in the cage, he needed to look for options. The disco ball? An assist from the crowd? Maybe a knife! He needed an improvised weapon soon, and fast! Otherwise, he was going to be in some SERIOUS trouble. Speaking of trouble, Mister Jones had already recovered from the throw, and now, Daniel was reaching his 'weakness point.' As the Groove Master comes in, the detective suddenly crosses his arms, and unleashes a withering gaze unto the other fighter. The kick hits directly upon his fast, unresisted.
But he doesn't move.
Instead, the detective winds back his hand, glaring fiercely at Johnny. Burning with chi, he flattens it out into a chop. Eyes flaring to life, he looks upon the actor with the utter ferocity of a true student of Todoh. Hand flattened, he winds it back, body tensing. "Then you are about to be sorely disappointed!" And with that, he unleashes an overwhelming hand chop right at the man's skull, aiming to pierce not just his afro, but reach the very bone underneath. The force of the hand chop was so flawless, so unspeakably perfect, that it was very likely...
That Mister Jones entire skeleton may turn to dust.
COMBATSYS: MrJones endures Daniel's World's Greatest Hand Chop.
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Oh, Mister Jones has danced this dance before. In fact, it's almost exactly like what happened the first time the two had a scuffle, after exchanging sufficient blows there comes a moment where Daniel reaches his 'boiling point' so to speak and stops resorting to actual techniques, instead relying on sheer endurance and forceful chi. Once his kick collided against the detective's face, Johnny gets back to his feet and arches a skeptical eyebrow at that glowing hand coming his way. It is as he feared.
He's pretty freaking pissed off.
But what's this!? Johnny can understand the boy's ire after receiving such thunderous blows, but why is he aiming for the head!? Could he...? No..He wouldn't! Mister Jones knows that Daniel is an incorrigible punk kid at times but would he dare to do such blasphemy!?
Yep, he's going for the 'fro isn't he?
Jones doesn't even try to block that karate chop to the head. His arms rest by his sides, his eyebrows furrow and as the chop connects against his royal black locks there'll be a scowl on his lips.
*BOING!*
That would be the sound of Daniel's hand bouncing on Johnny's afro. What in blazes does this guy use to keep his hair all puffy!? "You touched the 'fro...."
Uh oh.
"Neva' mess with the 'fro, mang!!" An infuriated Jones now swings a piston like strike directly for Daniel's nose with righteous, funky, disco rage! "HUAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel endures MrJones' Jab Punch.
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What DOES he put in that afro.
The greatest hand chop meets nothing but afro. It had SOME effect in making him angry. And that might have saved the detective's life. But then comes the jabbing punch to meet the detective.
And he endures it.
"Oh, so NOW we have boundaries. First you take away my tools, and now the little dandy needs to keep his hair set?" The detective flares to life, unleashing a palm strike into a hand chop. And then another palm strike into a hand chop. Thrice. Four times. "You think you are hot stuff?" The detective's hand chop suddenly follows up with a chi slash, the detective beginning to unleash Kasane Ate after Kasane Ate, trying to drive Jone back into the cage... and then, he will grab him. With a single, smooth motion, he would try to seize the actor, raise him up in the air, and hurl him right into the cage wall, exploding him with a wave of chi on impact. %
"KASANE ATE!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Daniel's Harlem Sunset.
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Hell yeah Mister Jones had boundaries, the whole point of martial arts is to walk the middle path, to have balance on all things. If he didn't, why, he'd be like one of those embarrassments of the arts that live in opulence and use their learned skills naught for justice or honor, but merely to acquire, money, fame and glory for themselves without any regard for anything around them! He could be like..well..Daniel! No offense.
"It ain't just me." Johnny Jones brings his arms up to take the chi powered smash chops on his rock solid forearms. He's forced backwards to the cage, but he keeps bringing his arms up each and every time Daniel strikes, to defend his head and thus those precious raven locks of his. "You just don't mess with a brudda's hair! That ain't cool yo!! Didn't yo' momma teach you that!?"
As the last attack is unleashed, Daniel shouting his mighty cry to grasp Jonesy by the neck of his shirt and drive him up by the wall. All Johnny does is frown again, staring into the violence filled eyes of the drunk detective in disapproval for his lack of control.
"Man...you really gotta work on your issues."
Understatement of the century!
"WOAATAAA!" To help on the boy's quest for self improvement. The Funky Groove Master sends a forceful palm strike directed to Daniel's chest, aimed to cause slight cardiac arrest to send his body into spasms.
This is supposed to help...somehow?
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Daniel with Funky Impact.
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Boundaries?
Boundaries are for SQUARES.
As his flurry finally pushes JOhnny against the wall, he reaches the end of his rope. The Funky Groove Master lands a horrible blow before Daniel could dodge, hitting him square in the chest. The detective clutches his heart, the cardiac arrest seizing him. "GURGH! AGH! OOGH!" The detective stumbles, staggering around as he clutches his chest. Finally reaching the wall of the cage, he leans against it, turning around to face Mister Jones. And yet, a grin was on the detective's face as he twists his head...
And hammers a single fist against the wall.
"See you... in... Southtown... Duck Pond...."
"...Friend."
The casino wall rumbles, before it begins to collapse past the detective, shuddering over him.... and past him, straight for Mister Jones. Daniel was out for the count, yes. But he was going to get his destructive fix.
Even if it was on a loss.
COMBATSYS: Daniel can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones parries Daniel's Huge Random Weapon!
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They call it funky impact 'cause of all the funky feelings it puts on your body after all.
Johnny Jones' shades flash dramatically once he straightens up watching how Daniel staggers backwards grasping at his heart. His usual cheerful expression turned neutral, there's no joy or sense of fulfillment that can be seen on his face after harming the boy in such a manner, it's just something that had to be done, the daily grind, the way he earns his dough. Oh, and there's the whole making Daniel stop trying to pound him flat, but that's just an added bonus to putting the enraged detective on the floor.
Hands are placed on his pockets again, from the looks of it Daniel is on his last legs and won't even grant him a parting blow judging by the way he's leaning on the cage wall. Eyebrows are raised when he strikes at it causing it to crack, is he just going to take his anger on the wall now or..?
"What the fudge balls?"
Shrieks of the crowd arise when they all realize the detective's intent. He's trying to bring the wall on top of the cage and possibly the entire casino with him if he can! The people start dispersing, fleeing in terror for their lives once the entire infrastructure begins to collapse! So in the end, despite Johnny's precautions Danny was still going to get his daily dose of destruction.
Well, not if he can help it.
"Oh no, you don't!!!"
Drawing from his wells of heroism, Johnny Jones Damon, World Champion (from the NDP) cranks backs his fist to gain momentum and /STRIKES/ the site directly adjacent from Daniel. His attack countering the destructive effects the detective had on the building causing the destructive effects of the earthquake to stop dead on their tracks.
Johnny wheezes. "That was close." There's no announcer to call out the winner of the fight, he fled the scene and all, and the crowd? They're too shocked to even attempt to cheer. Sighing Jones just walks towards Daniel's fallen body and starts dragging him out the casino, probably saving him from the rage of the bouncers. Muttering all the way.
"Deja freaking vu."
Log created on 22:04:35 04/10/2012 by Daniel, and last modified on 21:46:16 04/11/2012.