Description: Roof to Roof Rocking as the funky former Action A-Lister Mr. Johnny Jones takes on the vicious, virulent, and volatile villain Vyle. Who will win this wild, winding wingding of a fight? (Winner: MrJones)
Hight altitude fighting is the way to go in the wild wild world of the NDP! Today we have, what may be the clash of the two most drastically different personalities ever, and yet they both share an incredibly powerful enthusiasm that no other fighter in the league, or the fighting circuit itself can copy. It is a clash a titanic clash of a celebrated Face in the form of Johnny Jones Damon, acclaimed superhero, high class super star and general all around Funky Cat versus the most deplorable Heel of all, the dirtiest, most despised, most sucker punching, cheap shot, foot stomping, dirty fighter that has ever defiled the world of wrestler; Vyle!
These two natural enemies will have it on the high ground of Rooftops of Dubrovnik, seemingly to reenact one of Jonesy's most famous movies. High Sky Dancing! Yet another movie he co-stared with Fei Long, which may be why it was so popular, but we're not getting into the details right now.
Instead, Johnny Jones glances below to the crowd cheering for the fight and then straightens back up adjusting his shades. He does a double take on how high he's up and then kneels down going to tie his shoelaces for what it's probably the fifth time now.
COMBATSYS: MrJones has started a fight here.
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MrJones 0/-------/------=|
Roof hopping tends to be a thing that he's familiar with. Just not on an official capacity and not with an audience. As a matter of fact, he tends to be rather intent on not getting any wtinesses when he is moving across rooftops. But here Vyle is, somewhere in the uglier part of Europe, surrounded by camera crews and rubberneckers as he stands upon the rooftops. In broad daylight, no less.
There's something wrong here. Even his entrance is rather subdued. By which he actually doesn't taunt anyone on the way up as his theme plays.
o/` Two tapes in the deck, set to dub over, press record and absorb the SUBCULTURE o/`
Flipping over a nearby chimney, one step onto the barricade, and a vault onto his feet in front of the action star, and the rudo is here. Looks like he has enough balance to pull a stunt job himself, but acting work seems to be the last thing on his mind. "So...I get to fight Shaft's anorexic cousin. Wonderful," he mutters, shaking his head, hands shoved into his pocket for a second before he lurches down into a rather sickly looking wrestling stance. "Just don't blame me when I send you Super-Flying off into the streets down there."
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
Mister Jones doubts the wrestler could have found any kind of jig on the big screen business even if he had tried. Not with that kind of attitude, being a rudo doesn't translate well when acting, if the public hates you chances are the critics do too and they will tear you to pieces, lemme tell ya.
Shaking his head at entrance, Jonesy half expected this to be a very obnoxious fight from what he had heard of the man, but he didn't imagine Vyle would insult him right off the bat like that. He sighs, and adjusts his shades again, first Intan, then Daniel, now Vyle. Does no one have /any/ sportmanship any more!? Mister Jones remembers the good old days, when opponents bowed to each other and exchanged pleasantries before fighting to the death.
Those were the times, man.
Well, for one Johnny Jones is not sinking down to the rudo's level. He does a quick bow first before assuming his signature Jeet Kune Do stance, most of his weight resting on his back foot whilst his hands are relaxed and open keeping his guard up.
"Keep runnin' yo' mouth while you still can, chump."
That said, he's not going to just take the insults laying down. Dude started his fights in the streets before moving to Hollywood after all.
COMBATSYS: MrJones focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 MrJones
As if it wasn't obvious, Vyle was not a nice man. And his special brand of taunting tended not to just be part of his sterling personality shining through. Sure, some of it was just his natural abrasiveness, but a good part of it was him trying to get the first shot in psychologically. Sportsmanship? He's a Rudo, he's supposed to be hated, and supposed to get every advantage he can get! It's his character and his career!
Once the erstwhile Shadaloo agent sees Jones isn't so easily provoked, he snorts. "Running my mouth is the last thing you should be worried about," he says, smirking as he rushes in low. He takes into account the breaks in the roofs, but he moves quickly as he tries to get first blood with a swift double leg tackle to the tall action star.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Vyle's Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 MrJones
Problem with psychological attacks is that they have no effect on some so. freaking. Funky. Jones has heard them all, twice even, it takes something monumental to get through his skin. Let's put it this way, here's a man that endured two rounds with Daniel Jack's brand of insults all with naught but a slight arch of his eyebrow and a disapproving glare. Vyle is gonna have to do much better if he plans to piss the Funky Face off...though then again, would that really be a good thing?
Johnny is a nice guy, but that doesn't mean he fights very nice. Case in point; when Vyle goes for the football tackle, Jones actually collides with him so he can twist in mid air and land on top of him! Once he has straddled the luchador's hips, he grabs him by the neck to hold his face steady and rains down a couple of blows right on....the mouth!
Maybe that'll shut 'im up.
"WOASHAA!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Vyle with Gaudy Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 MrJones
Ok, that's not good. He managed to ram into Jones, sure...but that flip over onto his back and sudden mount is...so not good. "The hel-" he starts to snap before that punch smashes straight into his jaw in a way that...well, lets say he'll be glad Shadaloo has good dental plans later when he's not pissed and in pain.
For now, he manages to muffle out curses and yells that are thankfully pre-censored by his current intelligibiility. Thankfully, from here, he still has options. And...well, lets just say that muted curses aren't the only thing he can spit right now: a gout of sickly green mist sprays forward and up toward the action star, flecked with red blood.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Vyle's Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 MrJones
No censor like fist censor. It would appear that the best and fastest way to shut a Rudo Luchador up is by punching them right in the pie hole. No doubt the crowd loved seeing Johnny Jones land that hit on Vyle, some cheering from the cameramen might even be heard! Yet, Johnny knows when it's time to pose for the cameras and when it's time to press on with the attack. Right now it seems the time calls for more face punchings.
Or he would, had he not seen the incoming green spittle coming in his direction, courtesy of Vyle's mouth and he quickly gets back to his feet covering his face the second he sees Vyle's cheeks puffing. "MAN! That is freakin' gross, son!!" If Jonesy ever had respect for the man he was fighting right now, he just lost it all when he tried to spit on him.
"Ugh.." Jones just smears the sickly green goop toxins on his nice ass jumpsuit, ruining the suit by the way, and goes to raise his leg looking at Vyle with disgust. Trash like that is meant to be stomped on, and he aims to do just that by slamming his foot right on Vyle's face!
"HAIII!!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Vyle with Slide Double.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 MrJones
Ok....it's clearly obvious that while Vyle is certainly living up to his name, Jones is living up to his reputation, and then some. Certainly, he had the quickness and the sharpness a martial arts movie star needs, and if the number that stomp does on the luchador's face is anything to go by, he has the power to go with it.
This time, it's Vyle's nose that's broken, and with his mouth already busted, he's kind of in a bad state to retort in any meaningful way. It's...something that many of his opponents probably wished they could do, once one things about it. Rolling away, clutching his face, now a green and red mess, the rudo glowers. He was...pissed was a good word for it, yeah. And now he wanted his pound of flesh. "**** YOU!" he screams...or tried to anyways, it comes out a bit of a muffled, garbled mess. What doesn't come garbled is when he skids across the rooftop, extending that blood and poison covered hand toward Jones's stomach, a sickly green glow surrounding it as well as he tried to embed it into the afro'd fighter's abdomen.
COMBATSYS: MrJones dodges Vyle's Injector.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 MrJones
Wellp, if it's any consolation Mister Jones does happen to be the former NDP champion, it shouldn't be that much of a surprise to Vyle that he has an uphill battle him ahead of him. That is, if he someone told him that he's messing with the champ, someone may have neglected to mention that before, but given the luchador's reputation it may not have been that accidental.
After getting his face stomping fix for the day, the Groove Master starts to Moonwalk away from an infuriated Vyle, shrugging his shoulders in the process as if it's no big deal the dude just cussed him out. He's a dancer as well as a martial artist, and he shows in his flair and stylish moves, doing it once more as he slides out of the way from Vyle's attack ala MC Hammer. Oh the crowd is surely loving the hell outta this.
Standing on Vyle's right flank, Johnny Jones swings his left way directly at his exposed kidneys before sweeping at his legs to trip him up!
"WOOO!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Combo Grapple from MrJones with Relapse.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 MrJones
....oh, that bastard. He was mocking him. He was, Vyle was being openly mocked, and not in the way that betrays any sort of animosity or hatred or anything whatsoever. This was the kind of mockery that said 'You're beneath me'. And that was the only kind Vyle could not accept. That was the kind that tried to say that the rudo was BENEATH contempt....and if there's anything that Vyle hates, it's being overlooked right in front of his face.
His face growing red from more than just blood flowing out of his busted nose and lip, he glowered at the afro'd fighter, gritting his teeth and watching intently. Finally, when the swing toward his kidney comes, the rudo whips his body around, snapping out a spinning back kick at Jones's chin, kicking him up into the air.
And once he's in the air? He pushes off the ground, snapping into the air to chase after the movie star. Once he starts tipping upside down, he grabs his head with one arm, and wraps his arm around one thigh, before dropping in one sharp motion. One hell of a Northern Lights Bomb to finish it off.
Vyle appears to be...mad.
Funny how roles tend to be reversed when tangling with Mister Jones. Having looked through the luchador's previous fights, Johnny noticed how it was his opponents that flung themselves at him with blind fury in an attempt to shut him up. Yet here, Jones had barely said anything and it was Vyle who was attacking him with everything's he got.
While amusing, this does have the side effect of his opponent aiming to hurt him and hurt him bad. Jonesy knew he miiiight have taking his dancing a bit too far when Vyle catches him in the chin with a tornado kick and then suddenly the world is upside down as he is pile driven into a roof!
"Dang it!!" Johnny curses as he lands on his /afro/ to make it worse and utterly messes up his hair something fierce. The A List Movie Star (yeah right) rolls forward to break the fall as best he can and gets back up swiftly, taking out a comb out of his breast pocket to fix his hair. "Not bad." Grins Johnny as he pockets his afro pick to return to the fight at hand.
Dashing towards Vyle with hands up to protect his face, his shades flash with malicious intent as he leaps forward aiming to slam an extended fist right into Vyle's neck and crush his wind pipe!
"WOATAAA!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle parries MrJones' Retro Knuckle!
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 MrJones
Rolling up to his feet after the massive brainbuster drop, Vyle thrust his finger out in Jones's direction, scowling. "That's what you get you ****ing Jive Minstrel Mother*******!" he snaps, still looking nothing like that rudo that seemed to literally subsist on his opponent's hate. It's a side of Vyle that rarely seems to be seen, and it's only when he's backed into this kind of corner.
Not to say that he's not effective when he gets into this state. It's just not one he ever seems able to get to without being driven into a corner. It's like a rat, really, both vermin and both at their worst when pressured with no escape. And Jones finds that out even further when the wrestler ends up ducking down just beneath the extended arm, before leaping into the air to knock the arm aside with his own head. "GRAAAHH!!" Blood spattering with his spit-flecked screech, he starts to come down from the air, feet slamming down repeatedly as he tried to stomp that afro flat permanently.
COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends Vyle's Riot Stampede EX!
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 MrJones
"Chill out, brudda! Sheesh!"
Jonesy is just too /FUNKY/. Even as his opponent ducks right under his haymaker and takes to the skies with the clear intention of stomping his head in. Johnny just stares at him with an arched eyebrow look when he starts cussing up a storm, swearing left and right with murder in his eyes. Mista' Jay had seen dudes with issues before, but he has to admit Vyle definitely takes the cake on that regard, just a measly few hits and he's like..dribbling from his mouth almost. It's not like Jonesy is trying to kill him (though with punches like that, that could be argued) everyone should have fun while fighting, even if you're a rudo! At least that's what Johnny Jones believes.
Frowning when Vyle comes for the double stomp to his head, Johnny gets a cheeky grin all of the sudden as he stands perfectly still and aims his head directly for the man's feet.
*BOING!*
It's like trying to stomp a trampoline. Vyle gets bounced back by the Jones' afro and he shoots that same powerful fist at the luchador when he comes back to the ground. This time not trying to keep it fancy, he just aims to sock him across the jaw.
"You need tha' funk on yo' life, boy!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks MrJones' Retro Knuckle.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 MrJones
Oh hell, now that's just insulting. No man's ego needs to be shattered like that. How do you recover from having your attack cushioned and bounced back by an afro? You don't, do you? Though Vyle's certainly going to need to try after his stomps are blocked and his body forcibly sprung back to terra firma. "The hell..." And then that fist comes again, this time blocked roughly by the rudo's forearms. Not exactly smooth and not exactly painless...
But still, the lucha villain isn't finished yet. He just...needs time to back off and catch his breath. "You are....so freagin' dead when I ged done wid you..." he sneers, busted nose making his threat sound goofier than it should.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 MrJones
Perhaps Vyle might try to block things with his mohawk from now on? It might yield some unexpected results! Mister Jones seems to think so as well as he retracts from his blocked punch looking at the sides when he suddenly gets an image of Vyle ducking low to block a punch to the head and his opponent's fist gets split in two. He shudders inwardly and only turns back to face the luchador when he starts spouting out cusswords through his broken nose.
"Sorry what?" Mister Jones glances back at him noticing he's not moving. Normally this means a clear opportunity to attack, and if there's anything Jonesy loves more than Disco are attacks of opportunity. Making a quick dash forward, Johnny enters Vyle's circle of defense and goes to pop him right in his bloodied face again with the back of his fist! "ATA!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Vyle with Jab Punch.
Grazing Hit
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 MrJones
Bah. Block things with his mohawk? He'd rather bash people in the face with his skull...but for now, surviving will do. As Disco Jones charges forward and snaps a jab into the rudo's face, the luchador tries to pitch to the side. He still gets clipped, but at the side of his head rather than the face, so while it sends him reeling, he's still in movement. And moving is good. Means less time falling over.
For now, Vyle realizes he needs to do damage, and a lot of it. Which is probably why he tries to grab that same arm that was jabbing at him, and try to snap it into a kimura, hoping to do some serious damage to that elbow joint.
COMBATSYS: MrJones endures Vyle's Improvised Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 MrJones
When Vyle moves away from his swift left jab, Mister Jones notices that despite all his trash talk and desperate maneuvers, there is a good amount of skill on the mohawked man. It is a pity that he elects to go for underhanded techniques like spitting and cheap shots instead of relying on true Lucha Libre. It's kind of shameful for the sport, think Johnny, he gets that he's a rudo but does he have to deface in that matter?
For starters, he could take a bath every once in a while. Since when Vyle reaches for his arm to twist it around and put pressure on the elbow joint, it's not so much the actual kimura technique that hurts him, but the acid, poison, whatever the hell Vyle has on his body that just makes him /REEL/ feeling nausea alla the sudden.
"Jeebus!" Johnny tenses his arm to avoid getting it snapped in two, he sucks in air holding his breath and looks down to see an open spot where he can hit Vyle. Cranking his fist back, the Groove Master sends a violent right hook right under the rudo's ribs to forcefully push all the air out of his body!
"HMMMR!!" No kyah this time since he's keeping his lips tightly shut.
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Gaudy Punch from MrJones with Antidote.
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MrJones 1/---====/=======|
COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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MrJones 1/---====/=======|
That's what he's talking about. Vyle manages to get that kimura twisted straight on, and wrenches the arm in a way that Jones is sure to feel for hours. Unfortunately, he's not able to pull him full to the ground, and that's when things go horribly, horribly wrong. When that hook comes toward the rudo, he sees it...and tries to intercept it.
But he's just a second too late, and it slams right into the poor luchador's liver, taking out all the air from his lungs and quite possibly more as he slumps to the ground, collapsing in a heap and groaning. That...doesn't look like something he's going to be getting up from.
Another GLORIOUS victory for the forces of good! Although judging by Jones' expression, ain't nothing glorious about that.
"PFGAGH!" Vyle wasn't the only one that lost air on that last movement. Jonesy violently pulls back after his violent punch land on the squishy kidney and he exhales air he was holding back, wheezing as he adjusts the collar of his jump suit.
Normally he'd go and congratulate his opponent, but frankly...Vyle smells pretty bad and he's apparently out of it now so he's just going to skip on that, yep.
Instead, the martial arts actor flicks out a photograph out of his breast pocket, a picture of himself at that, signs in and flicks it at the fallen body of Vyle. It reads.
To my Funkiest Fan
Mister Jones.
Log created on 18:28:48 04/14/2012 by Vyle, and last modified on 12:41:45 04/16/2012.