Description: Location: Studio 48 - Bollywood, India: In what movie do both the protagonist AND the antagonist die? Really, who are the kids going to know whose toys to buy?! This time, Guile and Duke have been relocated to a more...festive studio, where their match will be set in a train station cleared out for the purpose of punching, biting, kicking, filming...and dancing. Oh lord, is there dancing. While the cast of an upcoming blockbuster practices their numbers, these two men will be fighting in the thick of the crowd. A true performer must rise above such adversity!
The train station seems dark and dank, with low lighting and steam rising from the tracks to settle across the train platform. Across, a group of about 14 goth kids are standing stock still in the darkness with the fog rolling across their feet, arrayed in various poses. There is no talking, there is no movement. Someone seems as if they are about to sneeze, but by some maricle of testicular fortitude, they don't. No... They don't dare. For this is no ordinary train station stalked by a number of well-dressed vampires (did we forget to mention that?) in skinny jeans. No, this is the new Jace Timmons movie Bloodsucker's Bonanza. Indeed, the former disney kid and teen idol is standing central to the platform across the way. Just... waiting.
Guile is just coming over the top of the stairs leading up to the train station. He's wearing a large hat pulled low over his eyes. A rather snappy serape covers his torso, coming down to a v right above the thick buckle of his gunbelt. His boots make a solid thunk against the floor with every step that he takes. He stops at the end of the platform, turning and just... waiting.
This was not cowboys.
Duke enjoyed himself last week when he took part in the Saturday Night Fight. Being a villainous cowboy bandit, he was downright amused at how he brought in the ratings as a headliner. And now, he was offered a sequel? The Don never considered himself much for theatrics, but when Geese told him to take part again, he leapt to the opportunity. But this.... this was not cowboys.
But it was about to get damn gruesome.
%A burst of pyrotechnics erupts from the depths of the fog. Red lights begin to flash around the same spot, as extras, dressed in rags and heavy in fake gore, seem to draw themselves out from the cloud. "UUUUUHN.... BRAINS..." Moaning and groaning, they roll their way to form a kind of procession line straight towards Guile. As the two dozen zombies come into place, they stop their rolling... and stand straight upright.
And then the drums begin to play.
The zombies dance to the roaring drums as the brass plays for the entrance of some dark creature.The terrible accents and jerky, upbeat dancing only proves more out of place as a flash of brimstone and smokes comes pouring out. A massive, looming figure, dressed in an ancient pinstripe suit, comes roaring out of the smokey, fiery pits. His suit is marked by several aged bulletholes, with fake blood still dribbling from them. Duke's face was touched up to look pallid, though thanks to the locale, also a bit silly: Poor Duke's face was painted like some fierce Hindi diety. The Don didn't seem to notice, though, as Duke rises up, arms high as a devil from the depths of hell itself. Lumbering towards the center, the zombies continue to moan and dance, bowing to the devilish figure they outlined. Soon, Duke stops dead, right before Guile. And in a deep baritone, he rumbles.
"This better be important."
The drums stop.
Then the lights shine. Electric laser lights wash the platform across from Duke and Guile, showing Jace Timmons and the Vamps in sickly purples, greens and blacklight. The bass drops and a mechanical voice intones...
"California..." "...knows how to party."
Drums again. Deeper, louder, colon stirring drums beat. At each beat, the goth Vamps take a different pose, moving like liquid between each.
"California..." "...knows how to party."
The drums become more rhythmic and the music starts up. The vampires launch into their dance number and Jace Timmons takes center stage. With no mic, seeing as this is a performance of a broadway number or some kind of undead dance-off, begins singing to the air ahead of him, "Now let me welcome everybody to the Wild Wild West. A place that's untouchable like Elliot Ness. The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to your chest. Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of-" He is cut off as all the vampires turn towards him with a hiss, cutting off the word and making this a family show. Jace continues moving across the platform, singing, "We're in the sunshine state with the bomb -what?- hemp beat! A place where you never find the dance floor empty. I've been in the game for ten years making rap tunes. Ever since honeys was wearin' sassoon. Now it's '95 and they watch me and clock me." He holds his hand up as he sings, the rhinestones in the bracelet catching the light and gleaming, "Diamonds shining like I robbed Liberace." He centers himself on the stage, taking up the beat with a highly pronounced left and right step, "Now it's all good from Diego to the Bay. Your city is the bomb if your cities makin' pay! Throw up a finger if you feel the same way, Jace puttin' down for Cali-FORN-I-A!"
The music stops suddenly and the lights dim, leaving Jace and the Vamps standing in suspended animation once more, each with an index finger extended towards the sky.
Guile stands for the great introduction by Duke, watching the zombie entrance like a statue even as they fan out and make way for the arrival of the Duke. As Duke approaches the Captain, the Captain reaches up to touch the brim of his hat. Pulling it back, his pale and mottled face is revealed. Skin hangs from beneath his neon green eyes and Guile groans in return.
"Justice."
He continues to tilt the hat back until it comes free of his head. A very animated whip of his head a moment later takes his otherwise flat hair into a tall flattop, to present (more or less) the fighting Guile the fans know and love. He tosses the hat aside and then pulls the serape from his shoulders to toss that as well. The gunbelt is wrapped and soon follows.
"Last time, we fought to the death. Now it's time to end your existence one and for all."
The vampire show gets in motion, as the zombies begin to break from their procession. Lining to the side of the tracks, they ape the dancing of their vampire kin. The legions of hell were entranced by the stoic rap of the Jace Timmons. The Duke, however, is not as bemused, finding the beats to be weak. Give him opera! The real melodrama of the stage, not this showboating slop! As the song winds down, the giant of a man growls.
"You can't kill what it already dead."
The rumbling breaks into a deep, booming laugh. "I've already recieved my justice, living the same life I did in the living. Of course, I make sure the devil gets his dues now." The fiercesome ganglord smirks. "What are you going to do to me now, padre? If you want to take it up with the big man, why, I could see to drag you back down to hell with me. There is always room for one more." The Duke's eyes burn with unholy fire as he reaches out, the long, glued on claws aiming to clutch Guile by the shoulder.
"Or do you think you can save a wayward soul like me?"
The darkness on the train tracks which overtook the zombies in the fog as the aped the Vampire's dance explodes into multi-hued shades of red, casting the Zombies in the colors of Hell as the drums come to life again. The zombies begin to move to it, side to side. In a groaning chant, they all begin to sing:"I don't want you, I don't need you.
Don't bother to resist, or I will beat you.
It's not your fault that your always wrong. The weak ones are there to justify the strong."
"The Beautiful People..." "The Beautiful People."
The zombies all groan together as part of the background music: AAUGH!
"It's all relative to the size of your steeple."
"Can't see the forest for the trees."
"Can't smell your own scent on your knees."
A single tortured voice rises up from the cacaphony caused by the zombies, his voice high pitched and seeming to be just on the edge of screaming, "There's no time to discriminate. Hate every bloodsucker in your way!" And then they're all singing, the Zombies move along to the industrial beat in a rising and falling wave, their arms swinging aggresively to the sides with little regard for the brain-eating bretheren.
"HEY YOU! WHAT DO YOU SEE?
Something beautiful, something free?
HEY YOU! ARE YOU TRYIN' TO BE MEAN?
If you live with the apes, man, it's hard to be clean!"
Once again, the lights black out entirely leaving the zombies in very ape-like poses as the fog roils around them, agitated by the aggressive tribal dancing.
Guile tilts his head down, a faraway look coming to his eyes before he looks back up to Duke and shakes his head solemnly.
"No. Not you. For them."
"All those people you murdered. They want you finished, Duke. Not sitting on some throne in the depths of Hell. That's what I'm here for."
With a woosh of air, Guile sails back to just a little over fifteen feet away from Duke, "That's why they sent ME!" With a snap of his arms, Guile brings his hands up to his chin, eying Duke over his knuckles, picking his spots, "You can't be saved. You won't be saved. It's time to face the music, Duke."
Duke waits patiently for the song and dance number to finish. Bollywood productions were so WEIRD. But while Duke had no respect for the genre, he was polite. A gentleman conducts himself, especially on the stage. The macabre musical continues, reaching the second climax as a mock show for the duel between two giants, figuratively and literally. As the music dies down, Guile responds to the beast of a man. And with that, the titanic brute rolls his neck, cracking it loudly. "I enjoy it on my throne, Guile, and I tend to keep within my comforts. But if you insist that it is time to face the music..."
"Let the music play."
Duke snaps his fingers, giving the signal to the artist in the background to work their stuff. Duke raises a hand in the air, the ground suddenly rumbling. His baritone roars throughout the set, an otherworldly, almost augmented voice filling all around. "I CALL UPON THE POWERS OF HELL ITSELF!" Duke roars, fire beginning to burst up before him. Finally, Duke manifests a ball of hellfire itself, before hurling down to the ground before him. Following up with a monstrous stomp, a burning shockwave erupts out from the epicenter. The ground cracking, the smell of brimstone erupts as Duke follows the stomp with what Guile seeks.
A death dealing punch to the torso.
"Uhh... Wicki-wild wild. Wicki-wild"
In an uprising of golden light, the Vampires (for they still have their teeth and eagerly bare them) are now sporting waistcoats with brightly silvered gunbelts, which are not at all like the one Guile is wearing. They are far more refined. Stepping aggressively out of the group of vampires, Jace Timmons picks up where the voice from the sky left off, "Wicki-wicki Wild Wild West. Jace West, desperado." He starts to dance left to right with fluid motions of his feet, then lifts up a hand to shake a finger back and forth, "Rough rider, no, you don't want nada." He drops the hand and leans forward with a back and forth shimmy of his shoulders, "None of this, six-gunnin this, I'm a'runnin this. Buffalo soldier, look it's like I told ya!"
He begins moving to the right of the platform with a swagger that would make any post pubescent teenage girl feint, "Any damsel that's in distress, " lifting a hand to shoot a thumb out to the side, "be outta that dress when she meet Jace West." He moves back to the left of the stage, still rapping, "Rough neck so go check the law and abide. Watch your step or flex and get a hole in your side." He takes a moment to overact a nervous swallow. Then begins shuffling left to right with a trick of his feet to create the optical illusion of moving left to right without picking up his feet, "Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react. You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at." To emphasize that, he drops his hand to the arguably fake six-shooter in the holster on his hip.
"With Artemis, from the start of this, runnin the game.
Jace West, tamin the West, so remember the name.
Now who ya gonna call?"
Responding is the voice from the sky: Not the G.B.s.
Jace picks up, "Now who you gonna call?"
J-dub and A-G.
Returning back to the center of the stage, Jace Timmons cuts an imposing figure as he strikes a pose dead center of the stage. His six-gun is drawn, pointed out in front of him, "If you ever riff with either one of us. BREAK OUT, before you get bumrushed, at the..." He pulls the trigger, simulating the recoil before he goes off to join the dance number with the Cowboy Vampires. He continues to sing during the dance number, following the voice from the sky.
The Wild Wild West. "When I roll into the..."
The Wild Wild West. "when I stroll into the..."
The Wild Wild West. "when I bounce into the..."
The Wild Wild West.
Rather then pick up the last part of of the voice from the sky, he turns two quick circles to stop center stage again, "C'mon now." And the last is a challenge issued to the zombies, who begin to engage the Vampires in various krump and breakdance battles on the platform behind the fighters to various songs. This brings the focus back to...
Zombie Guile, bent forward to the level of his own naval, holding the death dealing torso punch in his solid right hand. He pushes against Duke, crouching low as he does so. In an explosive blast of sonic energy, he leaps up and flips backwards, his foot trailing that same energy as he presses Duke away from him. He lands with his fists brought up to his chin again, his eyes narrowed at Duke.
COMBATSYS: Guile has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Duke has joined the fight here.
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Duke 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Guile
Looks like the vampires were crooning the devil's own song.
The Wild Wild West. It might be the Soviety Cowboy in him, but he loved the idea of a wild west. And the Don had to admit, Jace was putting on a show. He might find it worth his time to bankroll the musician. He wasn't much for the music... but it was the spirit. That would be where the money would be.
And with it, power.
The devil had greater concerns now, though. The great mass of a monster finds his massive fist caught cleanly by the American. Briefly, their eyes meet, the yellow eyes of Duke gazing right into the zombie. "The Undead are in denial, Guile. Perhaps you need to be put to rest." Reaching out with his other hand, he attempting to seize the zombie by the collar of his shirt. With a sharp twist, he would try to hurl his opponent straight to the ground behind him, before stomping down hard on his chest.
To dig him an early grave.
COMBATSYS: Guile just-defends Duke's Treadmill!
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Duke 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Guile
Before the tumbleweed rolls across the mesa surrounding the train station, Duke already has Guile by the throat. The Captain turned Zombie grits his teeth in concentration as he rides out the attack. At the last moment, he twists his body and rolls down his arm and back to his feet.
When Duke turns to deliver his stomp, Zombie Guile is already pressing back towards him with a flurry of kicks and punches which culminate in a spinning backfist aimed towards his opponents head. There is fire in those neon green eyes tonight.
The Zombie vs. Vampire dance off is still going on in the background, with zombies leaping up to the platform to battle vampires. As a zombie is defeated, it is kicked off the platform to its mates. When a vampire is defeated, they are pulled screaming into the zombie horde below.
COMBATSYS: Duke blocks Guile's Combo Attack.
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Duke 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Guile
Guile was good. Both as a fighter, and as a zombie. Duke slams him down, but when the big, cloven-heeled boot comes down, the American is ready to meet it. Growling angrily, the brute hardly has time to stop the oncoming onslaught of the zombie. Bringing his arms up, he begins to deflect the blows, trading the natural skill of Guile with raw grit and bulk. As the back fist comes, Duke catches the blow cleanly. Looking past the zombie, the Duke grins, flashing rows and rows of sharklike teeth.
"Look at them fight."
Bringing back his leg, the brute of a man continues, his rumbling voice reeking of sulfur. "Do you see yourself so different? Us so different? We once lived to fight, and now, even in death, we find ourselves fighting. I sometimes wonder if I will ever truly find peace." There is the audible sound of metallic sharpness as Duke suddenly brings about his leg. Attempting to kick Guile straight up in the air, the Duke would rise up with him, before finishing with a bone-shattering, fire-laced aerial roundhouse.
"You, however, will truly find the peace of the grave, Guile."
COMBATSYS: Guile interrupts Swivel Gun from Duke with Flash Kick.
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Continuing the relentless assault until his hand is caught, there is fury to be found in the Zombie Captain's eyes. He looks down to the fist held in Duke's hand, and then levels a smoldering glare towards the Hound of Hell. He takes a deep breath in, "What makes you think you deserve peace? What have you done to give it in your life time, without thought of personal gain or malice?" He leans back as the metallic snap hits his ears a split second before Duke's boot hits his chin. He ducks down and then launches himself up and out with a kickup of his own leg. Sonic energy coelesces around his foot, aimed right for Duke's body as it makes its full circle around.
When Guile lands, it's with gritted teeth. He begins stalking forward towards Duke again, answering his own question, "Nothing."
The zombies seem to be winning this match as there seem to be more zombies than vampires remaining. Jace, pacing the back of the train platform like the commanding general that he is continues to speak in low tones to his hissing brood. When one zombie attempts to sneak up the stairs behind them, Jace is the one that catches sight of it. With a spinning combo which involves no punches or kicks, but a lot of liquid floor movements ending in a 540 headspin, Jace blows the zombie clear back to the foggy train tracks. He stands back up, brushing off his waistcoat as another vampire and zombie begin to battle. Popping and locking.
Duke's eyes burn with feral hunger, born from hell itself. But thrill turns to pain as his second kick never comes. The massive man groans as Guile rolls into him with Sonic Energy. When the kick is finally unleashed, the grand Duke stumbles back, gripping his chest. Gripping it tightly, he pulls back, fiery blood roar out from his body. Clamping his hand down, the Duke grimaces, wincing in pain.
"Damn."
Glaring at the zombie hoard, he struggles, lurching towards Guile like some hulking, wounded beast. "What do you plan to do? Hell would rather spit me back up then deal with a demon like me. Send me to oblivion? Banish me to hell again? Who are you to make judgement on my soul? What about your judgement? Where will you go when you strike me down?" The Duke seems to struggle to keep his hand on his wound. "Your fate is tied to me living, Guile. Where would you be without me?" The Duke growls, unable to hold back the wound any longer. Release it, a torrent of fire roars out in a wide field, consuming nearby zombies in the roaring inferno.
And likely, Guile as well.
COMBATSYS: Guile fails to slow Sledgehammer from Duke with Sonic Hurricane.
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"Like I told you before," Guile begins to Duke, "I am the Judge, Jury and Executioner." He stops suddenly as the hellfire is released from the wound in Duke's chest. He braces himself and then begins charging Duke. As he approaches the fire, he whips his hands out and then back in as he shouts...
"SONIC!"
"HURICANE!"
He misaims, missing Duke and his raging torrent of fire, and begin knocked back by the flames himself. He finds himself flat on his back some feet away, his shirt on fire from the remainder of Duke's attack. He quickly stamps it out and the burnt and decaying "skin" beneath begins leaking green plasma. Apparently the special effects people are working overtime on the main event.
Some of it is special effects, alot of it is brilliant costuming. But With Duke? A good half is just knowing how to throw your presence around. As the fire spreads out violently, the zombies begin to scatter, fleeing in fear and being inflamed. The vampire may have a chance to surge back... while stagehands hide off screen, with extinguishers on standby.
Guile, however, doesn't have a luxary.
"Judge? Jury? It didn't serve you well in Green River, and it sure as hell won't serve you here. As for Executioner, well, I say you are a mite late." The wound dying out, the Duke lumbers towards Guile, thundering with each step. Finally, he takes a great leap into the air. "You may have woken me up, Guile, but damn well I won't be going out with a fight. I'm a damn mean son of a bitch, boy." Aiming to land right down with a two-footed stomp right upon the blonde zombie, he finishes with a roaring growl before cratering the ground.
"And I am bringing hell with me."
COMBATSYS: Guile blocks Duke's Dive Bomber.
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Duke 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Guile
Zombie Guile is back on his feet quicker than a Zombie Guile should be back on his feet. He is looking up with his glowing neon green eyes, carefully timing his next move. As the two-footed stomp threatens to impact, he throws an arm up to absorb most of the impact in spite of nearly collapsing under the assault.
As Duke attempts his dismount as it were, Guile has the wherewithal to leap towards and past him, attempting to grab Duke by the chin. If successful, he will drag the demon towards the ground where he will land on bent knee. One knee bent in such a way to crack Duke's back across it.
COMBATSYS: Duke interrupts Backbreaker from Guile with Tall Hammer.
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Guile was much faster than he looked. Duke fails to land a direct hit, thundering with a roaring smash against those arms. But Guile doesn't break. Struggling against the man, the Duke stumbles back, making his dismount as the zombie waited. As the demon is snatched, he gains a roaring, rumbling warning from the larger man. Hitting the bent knee, he groans in pain.
And boom comes the upper cut.
Throwing a punch straight into Guile's chest, he fiercely punches the zombie once, then twice. A third, staggering upper cut comes, with enough force to stop the back breaker, to give the demon enough space. But as he straightens back up, he grabs his back, wincing.
"How did it happen, Guile. HOw did you finally bite it."
As often is the reaction to such a powerful attack, Zombie Guile experiences the brief sensation of flying and the sudden sensation of landing. There is a discernable skid as he bleeds out the rest of the momentum of Duke's attack across the platform floor. Taking a moment to check the inventory (head, check, arms, check, legs, check, balls, double-check) he begins slowly working his way up to his feet. Green goo is flowing freely from the gash opened up on his chin by the uppercut, and he settles into a crouch to face Duke.
"You don't remember," the Zombie Guile states. He grins momentarily and states, "I left this world on the same day, at the same time, at the same hour, within the same minute that you did. I called you back here to settle what was started in that first battle. I came to prove who would reign supreme."
With noticable effort, Guile pushes himself back to his feet, preparing to launch yet another onslaught upon the Duke. He is by no means out of this fight.
COMBATSYS: Guile gains composure.
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The twisted demon, Duke, lurches towards Guile, body burning with hellfire. "How... yes... I remember. The cowboys. The indian magic. How ironic, isn't it, that we end up being slaves to the whims of the Indians. THeir music. Their lands. Their style." Straightening his back, the great demon runs a hand on the great scar on his neck. "I thought I was immortal then." Leering the Duke takes a single step forward.
"Clearly, I was right."
The demon suddenly picks up speed, his body erupting in a foul light. "The town... I was better dressed then. And worse natured." The Duke bellows, roaring wild upon Guile. Throwing a duo of punches, each blow erupts with fiery explosions. But when the third hit comes, Duke tries to seize Guile again. And turning about, he would hurl the man right on to the train tracks...
And trigger a hellish explosion across the whole station.
COMBATSYS: Guile endures Duke's Volcanic Bomb.
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Zombie Guile shouts back, "You are a slave to the tainted magic you practice!" He runs towards as the Demon charges him, is punched and then grabbed by Duke to be tossed out into the traintracks. The susequant explosion is great, and not many of the zombies remain once the smoke clears.
From that very same smoke, Guile literally flies from it, propelling himself high in the air to close the distance between himself and Duke. He lands literally two feet away in his crouch, but he doesn't stay there for long as he blasts up into three fierce flash kicks. He lands opposite of the Duke, unleashing three more flash kicks. He finally finishes it off with the flash kick to end all flash kicks, floating in the air and falling towards the ground as he unleashed his ultimate destruction.
COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Duke with Somersault Explosion.
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"A slave?"
Duke stands at the edge of the track, arms crossed, the demon leering. No mortal man could have survived that strike. But Duke has hardly a moment to be cruelly reminded that Guile was no mortal any longer, but a force of nature out to seal him away to oblivion. The zombie lands with a low crouch, leaving the grand man to try to endure the strike. When the flash kicks come, though, the Duke cannot sustain any defense. Struck into the air again and again, the demon finally crashes to the ground, warping the rail around his massive torso. For a moment, he waits. And then, he rises again, a threat hanging in his voice, a wry smile on his lips.
"Better to be a slave, than to join oblivion."
Thrusting a hand forward, a violet fireball begins to grow in his hand. Expanding larger and larger, it begins to grow consumed by its mass, turning into a rolling ball of black flame. The gravity grows, the tracks begins to roll upwards, drawn into the massive black sun. Collapsing to a singular mass of steel, the orb begins to pull at Guile.
To oblivion.
COMBATSYS: Guile blocks Duke's Gravitational Wave.
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"You'll find out soon enough!"
Guile starts to get pulled in by the black ball of fire, working quite hard to keep his distance until Duke simply can't maintain the incredible feat of chi manipulation any long. Not escaping unscathed, Zombie Guile looks down to his arms and finds the "rotten flesh" burned away. He glances away with a look of concern before he turns his attention back to Duke. He settles back into his fighting stance and charges him again with a flurry of kicks and punches designed to bring the demon to his knees!"
COMBATSYS: Duke blocks Guile's Combo Attack.
COMBATSYS: Duke refuses to stay down!
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But Duke doesn't fall to his knees.
As Guile struggles against the great ball of black sun, the Duke raises it high above his head with one arm, the dwindling core of the collapsed chi waning. Body tense, the final combo is met with a single hand of the demon. Blocking gingerly with one hand, the grand Demon stands tall. "NEVER! I WILL NEVER RETURN!" He roars...
Before smashing the core hard to the ground.
The explosion shakes the very remains of the set, knocking away the equipment, revealing glimpses of the true colors. The shockwave erupts, the indominable strength of the Duke... waning. The man was tired. Exhausted. But as the blastwave spreads...
He unleashes one last punch at Guile.
COMBATSYS: Guile fails to slow Seismic Impact from Duke with Sonic Boom.
- Power fail! -
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COMBATSYS: Guile can no longer fight.
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The explosion lights every nerve of Guile's body aflame even as he pulls his arms back and whips them forward with a shouted, "SONIC BOOM!" The blaster overtakes him and the sonic boom, and when the dust settles there is nothing left of the Zombie Guile.
The set is in ruins, but the director is obviously trying to hold the production together as Jace is now surrounded by five zombies and no vampires left. His hand twitches near his gun, watching them with intensity while baring his vampire teeth. They are arrayed around him, to his left and right, one to the front, and two in between the others. From the mostly still intact sound system, the sound effect of a transformer transforming plays. With each iteration of the sound, Jace assumes another position, moving gracefully from position to position, until he ends with an open palmstrike pointed towards the zombie in front and to the left of him. The exact same occurance happens to the zombie in front of and to the right of him. He spreads his hands wide and looks to the sky, releasing a gutteral shout that causes sparks to fly from the platform he is on. The zombies are blasted away from the force of his scream.
The lights dim as Jace lowers his arms. A silver light begins to glow upon him, his head angled and his eyes downcast as he takes on a very somber mood. He looks up to the sky as a heavenly chorus joins him in 'ohs' and 'ahs'. When he begins singing, his voice is crystal clear and right on point with every turn of the song.
"How do I..." "...say goodbye..." "...to what we had?"
He looks down, taking a deep breath before he voice issues forth with even more power as he sings, "The good times that made us laugh, out weight the bad."
He moves over to the right side of the platform, speaking to the nebulous things out there beyond while not seeming to be addressing one thing in particular. To emphasize his words, his hands move. They strike down after every word, his head shaking as if he doesn't believe the supposition that he's speaking.
"If we get to see tomorrow.
I hope it's worth all the wait!
It's so hard..." "...to say goodbye..." "...to yesterday."
Jace literally falls to his knees back in the center of the stage, centered to the audience at home, his head bowed and almost touching the floor as he shifts back and forth in pain and grief. He straightens up, his fists clenched and held out to his sides as he throws his head back and sings to the sky.
"And I'll take with me the memories,
to be my sunshine after the raaaaaiiin!"
"It's so hard..." "...to say goodbye..." "...to yesterday-heeeee!" He holds the impressively high note for a few whole notes before he trails off with a drop of his head, his hands falling at his sides.
The lights fade, and the mode has turned quite somber as the platform becomes cast in darkness. Jace is nowhere to be seen as the sun seems to no longer have any affect on that far platform where the battle between the zombies and the vampires has taken place. Things seem to be wrapping up with a slow pan from the far platform back to Duke when a light baritone shout is heard, cutting the silence like a katana dipped in lava through butter that has been out all day.
"KOUKYUU TETSUMAKI SENPUU KYAKU!"
Like a bolt of lightning, Jace goes whizzing past the view of the camera towards where Duke stands. His leg is extended and he's pulling a wicked number of RPMs as he spins like the eye of the hurricane towards Duke. The camera man breaks form to jerk the camera all the way back to the tracks! When the attack is over, Jace turns towards the camera with a wild grin. He holds up to fingers in the V for Victory sign and then shoots the camera a wink that Mentos would be jealous of for its power to get its wielder out of trouble.
He turns smartly on his heel, walking down the train track with a bit of bounce in his step. He even pulls out the six shooter, pointing it here and there and making pew-pew sounds before he laughs and returns it to his holster. With a quick turn to the right, Jace disappears from the set much to the consternation of the crew.
Blast zone.
As the dust settles, there is one finger standing tall about the fire and thunder. Duke looms over the remains of the zombie once known as Guile, the explosion blasting apart the wayward son. There will be peace, now that he was done. "Lay your weary head to rest." The demon growled, lowering down upon the blonde-haired man, giving his fallen opponent his last epitath. "Don't you cry no more."
But then, one man stands tall.
The demon gazes at the stranger, raising up with the unconscious Guile in his arms. Looking down at the figure across the way, he raises an inquisitive eyebrow. "An elegy for a fallen hero?" He asks loudly, his deep baritone rumbling across the building. A smirk is turned to a look of outrage as Jace, burning across the distance, launches straight for the Don. Duke shakes his head, shocked at this turn of events. "What? No..."
"NOOOOOOooooooo....."
Jave lands true, knocking Guile clean from his hands. Sailng through the air, The Duke falls into the cloud, a burst of fire and smoke flaring up. The zombies, moaning and gnashing their teeth, sink into the smokey darkness. And as the tendrils of flame begin to consume it up, the fog begins to lift, the smoke lingering as a haze. The depths of the smoke... showed no remains of the fallen demon. Duke was well known as the Man That Hell Spat Up.
And it seemed that it was one kick that made it swallow him back down.
Log created on 14:37:15 04/17/2012 by Duke, and last modified on 09:25:11 04/18/2012.