Description: The Mad Gear Gang have gone too far this time! Though he had generally tried to stay away from dealing with Metro City's criminal scum, seeing as he had seen enough gang warfare to last a life time with Mexico's drug cartels, El Fuerte is violently reeled into the violence of the streets when he witnessed two men in bear suits attack an innocent taco vendor! Making it personal, the Mexican Luchador engages in yet another Street Lucha, pulling a bewildered Brett into the chaotic scene.
Downtown Metro City. 12 AM.
A scene of violence.
"GRAAAAWGH!" Came the roar of the costumed man as he hurls over the late night taco stand. The owner, a meek, Hispanic man, trembles before the sight he could see. It all began when he was closing up his little sidewalk taco stand, the Walk-O Taco, for the night. He wished to packed up his stand, before going home to his beloved cat, Pounce de Leon. As he was counting up the money of the evening, he was approached by the strangest duo he had seen in his many days within Metro City.
Two giant bears of men... dressed in bearsuits.
Garbed in fur and crude bear masks, the men hold gloves with false claws on them. One wore a ranger hat. The other? A green hat and tie combo. Both seemed like nothing more than harmless cosplayers... until the ranger-hatted one kicked over the stand. The green-tied one, shoving the man to the ground, looms over him. "Hey there, SMOKEY! Looks like a-someone hasn't been keeping up with his a-payments!" Smokey looks over, kicking the stand as it is stand. "Not been keeping up with his payments? That's a -fire- hazard. You know what I say, Yogi?" The ranger-hatted bear reaches within, as Yogi, drawing out a small can of lighter fluid, beings to spray the poor, confused taco-stand owner. Smokey, drawing out a match, looks at the man with a wicked grin.
"Only YOU can prevent forest fires."
El Fuerte didn't really considered himself a hero. He was a friend of justice, a defender of the meek, someone others could look up for inspiration. He already had the mask and tights too now that he thought about it. You know what? Screw it, he's totally a hero, and right now Walk-O-Taco was in desperate need of some superhero help!
With his Lucha senses tingling, El Fuerte descends from the skies to land next to horrified taco vendor. "<Raul! Largate de aqui!!>" (Get out of here, Raul!) The masked wrestler tells his paisano as he confronts the two men in bear suits, pointing at them dramatically, a fiery passion on his eyes that is often not seen.
"Step away from the tacos if you do not want to get hurt!!!"
Hero....that's a weird word. And it's certainly not one that a certain Mr. Neuer would apply to himself. He was here to try and talk to the owners of Slammaster Arena in hope of setting up an ice exhibition before one of the Ranger games...and maybe to catch a playoff game. Hey, he may as well, while he's in the city, right?
Of course, being such a small fish in a big pond, he WOULD end up finding himself way off the beaten path after getting on the wrong subway line. "Uhhnn...." He groans, having put on his skates long after just to try to make the trip shorter. Dangerous during nighttime, but hey, he wanted to get back to his hotel room quick.
What he wasn't expecting to see was a real life mugging. "Wh-....oh geez," he mutters, fumbling to try and find his phone and call 911. He would end up seeing something like this when he didn't have his stick. Or pads. Or any of his other gear aside from his skates.
Then a luchador flies in rather suddenly and leaves Brett kind of starstruck. "Whaa....." He blinks, finding himself more concerned with the spectacle rather than call authorities.
Smokey is lighting the match when Brett is showing up. Yogi turns around, eyeing the kid menancingly. "Hey they, kiddo! You better be a-beating it, iffa you know what's a good for you!" Smokey holds up the burning match, when suddenly the mysterious wrestler explodes on the scene. Looking away from the drenched man, they stare dumbfounded at the Lucha before them. Brett didn't know who this guy was? Why, the bear brothers didn't know who this clown was.
The taco keeper, however, recognizes the man.
""El Fuerte! El Huracan Mexicano!" The taco stand man exclaims, scrambling up. Clinging to his money, he breaks for a run, as the two thugs are still distracted by the spectacle. When they finally turn around... they roar in anger. "AAAAAAGH" Roars Smokey, as he stamps his foot once. Yogi, however, is already stamping towards El Fuerte, clawing the air menacingly. "Why you big ass-a-hole! I'm gonna be a kicking your ballsack all the way back to Jellystone National Park!" As Yogi takes the lead, Smokey, sulking, begins to work his way quietly around.
Looks like the thugs are about to mess someone up.
COMBATSYS: Smokey has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Yogi has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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~TA-DA!~
The Mexican Hurricane explodes into the scene! Being distracting enough to give the poor taco vendor the opportunity he needs to escape. Who said flashy entrances served no purpose?
With Raul making a run for it, El Fuerte can now concentrate of beating the ever loving crap out of these taco hating scum. His head lowers slightly watching the rampaging bear approach him with clear violent, remaining light on his feet he begins to circle around the enraged Smokey preparing himself some righteous Street Lucha.
As he begins to move, he notices a young man in skates fumbling for his cell phone. Boy are these innocent bystanders just tumbling all over themselves to put themselves in harm's way aren't they? El Fuerte starts to wave to Brett. "Get out of here! Call the police! Or El Presidente Haggard!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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When the startstruck moment ends, Brett finds himself blinking and shaking his head in an almost absurd movie moment manner, realizing that he was in the middle of doing something before the Lucha dove in like this generation's El Santo. "....right!" He continues to fumble, but his haste and the pressure makes him fumble even more, hitting far too many buttons than it should need to call 911.
And then he sees the ranger-hatted bear guy starting to work his way around. "Oh no," he mutters to himself. And then he sees Raul, still coated in lighter fluid. He gestures for him to get out of the way, mouthing exaggeratedly to make sure the stand owner gets the idea before he starts skating in toward Smokey. Regardless of the heroic sheen Fuerte shines with, he can't let a 2-on-1 go on unchallenged.
COMBATSYS: Brett has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yogi
Smokey and Yogi don't plan on fighting fair.
As Raul runs off to the distance, that leaves El Fuerte. Brett just isn't on their radar right now. Wit the Lucha focusing on the grimmer, colder Smokey, Yogi suddenly lunges in. "Hey there, Smokey! Lets try the Berenstain Bomber, and take-a this greaseback outta park!" The other bearman growls. "The Berenstain Bomber? Then let me get a hold!"
And with that, Smokey runs up.
The Ranger Danger attempts to force a clinch with El Fuerte, to grab him, or at least harry him. He wasn't going to attempt any real grapple, nothing of real damage. Instead, he was going to keep El Fuerte in place as Yogi comes running up from behind. Building up speed, Yogi attempts to snatch El Fuerte from behind as Smokey keeps him in place. Should he get a grip... he will lean backwards, unleashing a spine-crushing suplex headfirst into the pavement.
Brett better hurry up.
COMBATSYS: Smokey assists Yogi.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yogi
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Yogi's German Suplex.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yogi
Their undoing is announcing what they are going to do right in front of El Fuerte. Even if they're just amateur wrestlers, they should know better than to reveal the name of their techniques in front of a Mexican Luchador.
"The Berenstain Bomber!? That is so outdated." The Mexican Hurricane smirks with confidence realizing he is in his element. Having first seen these bear suited hooligans, the Hispanic wrestler had thought they were mere brainless bruisers like the Mad Gear punk he had fought a few days ago. To his surprise, they apparently have some grappling training in them, which actually makes matters much worse for them since that's exactly what the luchador is good against.
Fuerte meets the grapple with his own hands, letting Yogi get a hold of him from behind. However, as he is tossed backwards he makes a back flip and lands on his feet rather than on his head utterly unharmed by the attack.
El Fuerte then proceeds to jump directly on top of Yogi bear, grasping his wrist to then wrap his legs around the man's neck and yank back as he places him on a Triangle Choke. Aiming to snap the man's elbow right from the get go! Brett might have his work cut out for him...
"Pendejo!"
There's no time to be impressed by Fuerte's skill as he gets grabbed from both sides, only to flip out of that mighty throw. He's got that singular focus going right now, and even if he hasn't psyched himself into that zone yet, when he gets focused, he gets FOCUSED. And that means that everything he's got going right now he's sending toward Smokey.
Ok, maybe not everything, but at the very least, he doesn't seem to have time to worry about Yogi, the hockey kid skating in before trying to slide in low and barrel into Smokey's shins with one of his skated feet. He could do so much more with a stick right now, but...you do what you can do with what you have.
COMBATSYS: Smokey endures Brett's Light Kick.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yogi
COMBATSYS: Yogi endures ElFuerte's Tepache Bomb.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Yogi
Amatuer, yes. But the pair did show that they had some team work talents. Perhaps they were a tag team before their criminal days? Despite this, they were clearly outmatched by the Lucha. As the bear attempts to piledrive El Fuerte, he finds himself badly reversed. Caught in a triangle choke, he lands with a sickening snap. The bear growls, before calling out to his partner.
"Hey there, Smokey, its a looks like we got our selves in a-trouble!"
Yogi struggles against El Fuerte as Smokey comes up behind, trying to help his partner. As he begins to lunge in... Brett catches him by the shins. "AAARGH! DAMMIT! YOOOOU!" Came the angry roar as the bear simply endures the blow. As the Ranger Danger turns around on Brett, he lurches in, his great bear claws trying to snatch up Brett... and if successful, to swings him over the shoulder to a painful, face-smashed plant near the taco stand.
Yogi, left without support, desperately reaches for the Lucha's leg, and if successful, will attempt to bite down on the limb.
HARD
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte blocks Yogi's Improvised Throw.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Yogi
Never hurts to have some well timed assistance.
Especially when you're dealing with bears.
"Hey amigo!" El Fuerte half expected to get body slammed by Smokey when he didn't manage to break Yogi's elbow in time (Man, it feels weird saying that), but along comes the young man in the skates to bravely kick the other bear in the shins managing to distract him just in time. "What happened to the police, hermano!?" It's not that El Fuerte has no confidence on the man's ability to assist him. It's just that..well..he's on skates, kinda tends to be a bad sign.
The luchador can't stop and chat though, not while he's getting bitten in the leg by some crazed man in a bear suit. "Ey!" Not being a real bear, the man's teeth don't go through his wrestling boots. "If you were hungry, you shouldn't have tried to burn those tacos!" Argues the luchador as he releases Yogi from the triangle choke and instead goes to stand up, pulling him up by the arm to land a solid stomp to the face!
"Cabron!"
Yes, he's going to cuss in every pose.
COMBATSYS: Smokey successfully hits Brett with Faceplanter.
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Brett 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Yogi
While the get-up is ridiculous, Brett quickly lurns the hard way that the goons aren't just all talk and intimidation. As Smokey tanks the blow to his shins, he finds himself picked up and effortlessly thrown into the street just past the taco stand, bouncing a little as he strikes the pavement. And without his padding, he finds it's a lot harder to shrug off than a silp on the ice. "Uhnnn....owww....." he groans, pushing himself back up and staggering back....
...into a stop sign. That....well, it's no hockey stick, but, in a pinch? It'll have to do. Grabbing a hold of it just underneath the sign itself, he kicks hard at the base of it to break off the whole post. It'll be harder to swing with such a broad 'blade', but he still manages to swing up and arc it across the street well enough to send a 'fin' of blue energy racing across the pavement toward that bear-clawed cretin. And the police?...well, he's a bit busy right now man, police will have to wait.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Yogi with Chili Mexicano.
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Brett 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Yogi
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Smokey with Shark Crest.
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Brett 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Yogi
F-f-f-facestomp!
Yogi is getting sent to the zoo as he tussels with the big, meaty El Fuerte. "I gotta say! That's a boot a stompin my face!" The bear man cries out the plastic nose of the mask is stomped into an imprint. Writhing, the bigger wrestler tries to break out of the stomp hold. Looking out, he belts out to his partner.
"Help me, Smokey!"
Smokey, however, seems to be having mixed luck. Having face slammed poor Brett right into a sign post, the burly, more pyromanical wrestler roars a fiercesome bear roar. "RAAAAGH! It looks like you just got SMOKED!" He shouts... as Brett comes surging back. That was no hockey stick, but a sign. And judging by the looks of things... Brett didn't care. As the surge of energy rushes out, the thug is knocked clean back, landing on his... bear behind. Immediately, he calls out to his partner.
"Help a guy out, Yogi!"
"Smokey?"
"Yogi?"
The two bears look at each other, and then the peole they were wrestling. And in tandem, they break away, roaring out their intended attack. "THE BI-POLAR SWAP!" Both Smokey and Yogi run away from their current match-up, switching to the opposing one at full speed, well intending to bowl over the other... and start a new match up of wrestling.
"RAAAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Smokey's Ramming Speed.
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Brett 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Yogi
Interesting, a switch up tactic. Once El Fuerte releases Yogi's arm after stomping his face, the luchador takes a moment to pause and watch the desperate tactics of the bear wrestling duo. As a wrestler himself, El Fuerte appreciates doing such theatrical tactics in a street fight, proving that grappling does have it's place in not only professional fighting but in regular combat as well.
Watching the frenzied dash of Smokey going directly towards him, the Mexican luchador sighs getting a lost look to his masked face. Watching Yogi and Smokey work in tandem kinda makes him miss MURDERHOUSE, that lovable psychopath...
Oh well, time to drown his sorrows with some bone snapping, ligament tearing lucha.
Though Brett is far too busy to answer, Fuerte figures that the police ain't arriving any time soon and takes it upon himself to ensure this evil doers are punished for the culinary crimes. He moves directly towards Smokey as the bear charges him, sliding to his right side just as he's about to collide with him and tucks his head right under the man's armpit to lift him with a Fireman Carry. Once he's got the man lifted over his shoulders, El Fuerte tilts to one side and SLAMS Smokey's head on a wall next to him!
"Estupido!"
COMBATSYS: Brett interrupts Ramming Speed from Yogi with Hurricane Check EX.
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Brett 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Yogi
Oh no. Not this time. Brett wasn't about to get caught flat footed like he did against Smokey. Nuh-uh, especially now that he has a stick. Well...something approaching one anyhow. When the charging bear good rushes the bulky kid, something cilcks. Maybe it was the fact that he was used to being rushed by other guys with an intent on ramming speed.
With a sharp crack, Brett slams the sign down on the ground, hard enough that the octagonal sign actually bends from the slam. And when he lifts his head up...all that hesitation from early vanishes. Of course, Yogi gets only a half-second glimpse of that before Brett kicks off hard on his skates to meet speed with speed. The only difference is that when he meets Yogi, that 'stick' comes with him, trying to slam the un-bent part of the sign straight into Yogi's face. Sure, the collision causes Brett to stall (and will likely give him breathing issues come bedtime), but not enough that he can't swing around for a near full rotation and kick off again for another bone-jarring high check.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Smokey with Fajitas Buster.
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Brett 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Yogi
Well, THAT didn't work
The Bear Brothers were on the ropes. Even with the switch up, Smokey found himself being lifted up by the lucha. With a clean slam, the bear take a smashing hit right against the wall. Yogi, however, gets it worse. As he comes roaring in, Brett answers with RAMMING SPEED. Ramming speed meets Ramming Speed, and while the bear had mass, Brett has experience, and the bear is knocked flying....
Right back into Smokey.
Yogi rises up, body bruised, hat smashed, and tie tusseled. "Hey there, Smokey! Its a looks like we a better start a using our ultimate tech-a-ca-nique!" Smokey moans, staggering up from his head injury. You mean... the ultimate technique?" Yogi seems to reply by puling out the lighter fluid again, and spraying it all over each other. Smokey breaks out another match, before the pair stands out, and stares at the other two fighters with utter ferality. Finally, the bend to the side, placing bear paw against bear paw as they announce the attack.
"URSA MAJOR!"
"URSA MINOR!"
"KICK!"
"YOUR!"
"UUUUUUUUURSAAAAA!"
And then they set themselves on fire.
"RAAAAAAAAGH!" came the roar as Yogi grabs Smokey by his feet, and begins to spin him around. Yogi, ablaze, swings Smokey around and around, attempting to smash the double-fisted fury of Smokey into first El Fuerte, and then Brett, attempting to knock them straight into the air...
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte endures Yogi and Smokey's Kick Your Ursa.
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COMBATSYS: Brett endures Yogi and Smokey's Kick Your Ursa.
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First El Fuerte, then Brett are knocked high into the air with blazing fury by the duo. As Brett is sent flying, Yogi slows down, setting up his partner upright. Both still on fire, they give each other a double high five, and turn around, moving in position, arms up in the air in a Y stance. Smokey is the one who catches El Fuerte, but Yogi is the one who catches Brett. Both react in the same way as they each land on the bear's shoulders, as they unleash a spine-cracking, beartastic Argentina-style Backbreaker
"KICK! YOUR! URSA!"
How's that saying go? Sometimes you got the bear and sometimes the bear gets you?
That saying hits a little too close to home for El Fuerte, who realizes these guys will anything it takes to win when they light themselves on fire, and they say he's crazy. "Madre de Dios!" The Mexican is far too stunned to react properly, being a hero (of sorts) he worries about the safety of all people, even if they happen to be villains. Too shocked by their suicidal attempt to bring both the luchador and the hockey player down to get out of the way, El Fuerte is smashed and grabbed, his light frame tossed up in the air as he falls upside down on top of a bear's shoulders putting tremendous pressure on his spinal cord.
But he's a wrestler himself. Sometimes he purposely lands like that just so he knows how to roll through the pain.
"Chingada!!" He still cusses though, man does he throw them cuss words in Espaņol as he's suddenly the victim of an Argentina backbreaker. But he reckons a /MEXICAN/ Backbreaker ought to compensate for that.
El Fuerte pushes himself up from the grab to flip around and sit on Smokey's shoulders.
"El Fuerte!!"
Yeah, he's totally try to outham the bear duo.
"Flyging!!"
Fuerte does a backflip with Smokey's head still wrapped around his legs and makes Ursa Minor sit on Ursa Major's shoulders, doing another back flip to bring both of them back for the ride.
"GIGA BUSTA'!!!"
As he spins in the air with both men, the luchador propels them both down towards Brett for...some kind of attack. He's certain the hockey player knows what to do with two bears flying directly at him.
He's Canadian after all!
Right?
Unfortunately, Brett is NOT a wrestler. He knows how to tumble and roll, sure, but he's used to padding and ice tends to keep players from finding themselves in bone jarring sudden stops. At least until they hit the boards, but that's beside the point. He's heavier to lift than the luchador, but that just means the landing is even harder on Brett after he gets caught in that final Argentine Backbreaker. "GNHHGHHhhhh....." Still....he wasn't about to lay down after all that.
Lets just say it may have been the only way to stay in range against the two. And thankfully, Fuerte manages to be the more spry of the two in counter attacking. Pushing himself back up to his skates, the young Mr. Neuer watches the amazing flair and style in which he throws them at him. And when they fly?...well, Brett's set.
The stop sign glows with the same ice blue energy he had flung at Smokey before, with an unnatural viciousness, he hacks into the air, striking repeatedly with his stick in vicious slashing strikes, trying to hack the two beary bad people down to size and make their landing even worse.
COMBATSYS: Yogi endures ElFuerte and Brett's Spicy Maple Syrup.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte and Brett successfully hit Smokey with Spicy Maple Syrup.
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As the fires of both their passion and their pelts die down, Smokey and Yogi find that El Fuerte has much more sinister plans for them. Smokey suddenly finds himself mounted, and stumbling, struggles against the man on him. "WHOA! Help me, Yogi!" His partner in crime begins to back up his buddy.... when he is suddenly snatched up. "Wuh oh oh, buddy! Looks like we are in for a whirling hurricane of destruction! Better a-brace yourself, SMokey!"
ANd suddenly, they find themselves shooting right up into the air.
Whirling in the air, they are sent smashing down into the whirling blades of Brett. Teamed up, and torn down, the duo have the remains of their costumes torn apart, leaving the pair only in their polka-dotted boxers. As the final slam to the ground comes, great craters are left right in the pavement.
And they don't get up again.
DOUBLE BEAR KO
COMBATSYS: Yogi takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Yogi can no longer fight.
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"Lucha!!"
The wrestler lands on his feet, right next to the hockey player that assisted him on the ordeal.
He takes a deep breath and exhales "Aaah, you smell that hombre?" He pats Brett's broad shoulder, strange as the only smell in the air is the stench of burnt fur and flesh. "Nothing beats the smell of Fried Bear Chops in the evening!"
"Hahahaha!!"
Brett drops to a knee after his mad slashing helps crater the two bear goons into the ground. That backbreaker took a lot more out of him than he really wanted to admit. He's going to be SO sore once he gets back to the hotel....IF he gets back to the hotel before sunrise, considering he still probably should call the cops to pick up the two crooks.
As he feels the pat on his shoulder, he chuckles weakly. "Ehehehehehh....right..." he says, groaning a little. The smell really isn't that appealing to him. As a matter of fact, he kind of feels ill....might be the backbreaker that did that though.
Laughter breaks out through the night sky, as the two bear wrestlers laid on the ground, fresh meat for when the cops come to collect the pair. However, a long, safe distance away, a large, dark-skinned man sits on a bus stop bench, watching with grim displease as keeps a cane before him. Eyes burning in the night, he had seen the fight. He had seen how well the duo had performed. And quietly, the well-dressed man mutters to himself.
"It seems we have some troublemakers in my neighborhood."
COMBATSYS: Brett has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has ended the fight here.
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Log created on 20:09:51 04/16/2012 by ElFuerte, and last modified on 22:27:59 04/20/2012.