Description: Zach and Vyle go at it at the Loch Ness. Pro-wrestling meets boxing in a serious rumble. (Winner: Zach)
Ahhh, Loch Ness. Known less for the structures claimed by nature and the lush forests surrounding it, and more for the legend that presumably rests under the surface of the lake itself. Everyone knows about Nessie, after all. Sometimes, it's easier to be remembered as a monster than anything else. So perhaps that's why....
o/` EVERYBODY (COME ON!) IF YOU WITH IT (COME ON!) IF YOU'RE READY (COME ON!) IF YOU WANT IT (COME ON!) BRING IT ON (COME ON!) COME ALONG (COME ON!) ESS TEE WHY L-E-S BEYOND (yond yond yond yond yond yond....) o/`
Perhaps that's why Vyle is so memorable despite having made little dents in the standings in whatever fighting competitions he's been in. He just has a way of...eliciting negative emotion from people, especially audiences, and the crowd surrounding the cordoned off area at the lakeside his no different. As he mugs and taunts the crowd upon vaulting over the barricades (with his theme playing from the PA and everything), the former rudo just can't help but...try to find new ways to make people pissed at him. He even took a course on international obscene gestures, like the 'V' symbol. Sure, he's used the V as his personal emblem before...but he knows full well what the 'Tongs' mean here in Scotland.
He seems not terribly concerned about his opponent, but then again, when he's in the spotlight, he tends to show equal contempt to his opponents, doesn't he?
That's fine by Zach, honestly. Zach steps through the cordon, tugging on a pair of MMA gloves to snug them up a bit. He looks at Vyle, wincing at the color scheme. The psion shakes it off, grinning a bit while he waves to the crowds.
He nods once to the referee before sliding into a ready boxing stance. "Let's give these folks a good show," Zach says with that faint grin. Amber yellow light flickers up and down his frame as he waits for the opening bell.
Vyle peers at the kid he's been set up against once he's done turning the crowd against him. As he scans Zach, he can't help but scowl a bit. He gets a good sense of his style just from the gloves, the stance, and the glowing around his body. Seems that despite his manic, insulting heel personaltiy, he's hardly a clown.
"A good show? Are you serious? Your sense about as mythical as Nessie? Or maybe you only got here after saucing yourself with a pint or 5 with these Scotch morons. Let me ask you something, you come here and think the only reason they call things 'Scotch' here because you had to be liquored up enough to live here? Or maybe you thought the tape instead, hrm?" he starts taunting. Sadly, as alien as Zach is to Vyle, he has to dip into other material, as he tries to take the verbal advantage even before the bell rings.
COMBATSYS: Vyle has started a fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Zach has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zach
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zach
Zach looks around casually. "Live here?" Zach asks. "Nah, man. I'm from Cleveland." He looks around a bit. "The scenery's nice, though," he admits. Zach knows a bit about the mind games, and how to verbally spar in them. He prefers, however, to actually /fight/ his fights.
Zach launches in, getting in close to Vyle. "Though I can't speak about the pints here," Zach says. "I'm not much of a drinker." Zach fires a left straight, augmentmented by that odd energy, trying to shove Vyle back even as he continues to press in!
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Vyle with Medium Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Zach
Vyle scowls, obviously failing to get under Zach's skin enough to make things easy on him. So he just shuts up and focuses, waiting for his opponent to make the first move. And when he tries to block the sharp punch sent straight at him...he finds the energy and the extra umph he puts into it to be a LOT more than he bargained for, nearly bowled over by the energy-imbued punch.
As he rolls back up to his feet, the expression on the luchador's face is definitely not one of confidence. The shock transparent on him soon turns to another focused scowl. "Nice...a light show freak. Hope you turn off the juice when you use that on your partner, sunshine," he sneers, before trying to get in closer with a low scramble. Not TOO close, though. He got burned by that before. No, just close enough that he can spew out an ugly gout of green mist straight into Zach's face.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Zach with Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Zach
Zach gets a face full of foul green mist. He staggers back, sputtering and gasping while trying to blink the stuff out of his eyes. He chokes briefly, spitting stuff out. "That," Zach gasps, "Doesn't even make /sense/."
Zach takes a moment to get recentered, before stepping back in to deliver two snappy punches aimed at Vyle's head. The punches are followed up by an elbow to the breadbasket, and a palm full of that golden energy.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Zach's Rapid Combo.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Zach
Vyle frowns a bit. Sometimes, you just find an audience that just doesn't get what you're getting at. "Geez, naive much?" he mutters, dropping low, almost flat on the ground as he slides himself low underneath the combo thrown toward where his midsection would've been. "Material's wasted on ingenues like you," he adds, before he pops up again.
Attempting to hook one of those swinging arms after the palm thrust, he tries to grab the wrist with one arm, and jam his elbow into the back of Zach's elbow. Hopefully to use the leverage to drive the boxer down and leave him in a position for Vyle to wrench that entire limb in a side armbar.
COMBATSYS: Zach blocks Vyle's Improvised Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Zach
Zach disrupts Vyle's attempt at a throw by throwing the attacked elbow /into/ Vyle's own elbow jam. He winces, feeling the limb tingle a bit from the jolt. He waits for Vyle to start to come back up before moving again.
That green stuff still burning in his lungs, Zach lashes out with an open hand to grab that hideous green shirt Vyle's wearing. The psion tugs down hard even as he rises up toward the wrestler's head, leading with his own!
Zach boxes, but it's not the entirety of his fighting methods, clearly!
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Vyle with Headbutt.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Zach
Vyle ends up pushed back before he can fully hyperextend the arm, only doing so much damage with the lock before he's thrown off it. "Nnnn...slippery little naive bugger," He grumbles, trying to bring his hands up to stop the next shot Zach has in mind....before he ends up getting headbutted in the face. That was not expected.
"GUHhnnn..." he groans, reeling back and shaking his head. "Wugh...." Gritting his teeth, he tried to shake off that blow and focus again. "You are....not getting away that easy," he sneers, before stepping forward. A sickly glow surrounds his hand, as he tries to thrust his fingertips straight into Zach's solar plexus.
COMBATSYS: Zach interrupts Injector from Vyle with Gazelle Punch EX.
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Vyle 1/--=====/=======|===----\-------\0 Zach
Zach is already ducking, trying to get out of the way of that knife-hand strike. He doesn't like the look of that aura at all. It makes sense. Vyle seems... like something of a reprobate. Or perhaps he's lost something vital.
The thrust draws a line of blood across Zach's right shoulder, drawing a hiss of pain from the psychic. Zach finishes his crouching movement, going low and to his left, charging a fistful of Soul Power before springing towards Vyle like an antelope springing from the bush. That thunderous fist screams for Vyle's jaw.
"GAZELLE PUNCH!"
That...did not go as planned. Not at all. Vyle was all intent on stabbing Zach straight in the gut with that knife-hand thrust...and....
Well, he doesn't know exactly what happened there, it happened so fast that he was on his back before he knew it, a throbbing, burning pain in his jaw, blurry vision, and a constant ringing in his ear. Groggily, Vyle tried to pull himself back, but it was an uneasy trip back up, nearly falling back on his ass as he tried to get enough distance between him and Zach to catch his breath. This calls for...another approach.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Vyle 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Zach
Zach does not seem content to let Vyle catch his breath. However, he does not charge in. Instead, Zach pulls his right fist back, throwing an exaggerated right straight at Vyle that falls far short of striking Vyle.
However, the red-gold burst of psychic force that launches off of Zach's outstreched arm seems like it might just do the trick. The globe of force kicks up its own rooster tail of dust and dirt as it screams towards the wrestler with disturbing speed!
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Vyle with Blast Punch.
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=====--\-------\0 Zach
Well, crap.
Vyle tried to dive out of his defensive crouch, really, he did. Unfortunately, that blast is fast enough and powerful enough that, when he dives...well, he doesn't get far. Blasted out of the air, the luchador ends up flung back in a painful looking ragdolling spin. When he finally lands...well, he looks surprisingly spry, actually. For a dead man, anyways. From the fried, beaten look, it's clear he's on his last legs, but that's not stopping the adrenaline surging through him from sending the luchador toward Zach in a vengeful lunging tackle. He's not going down without a fight.
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Zach
COMBATSYS: Zach interrupts Outbreaker from Vyle with Dynamite Punch.
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Vyle 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Zach
Zach slides his right leg back slightly, setting his weight as Vyle charges in for that brutal spear tackle. Zach twists at the waist and shoulder, charging his aura into his left fist as he launches a three-quarters punch at Vyle's head.
The punch strikes Vyle with literally explosive force, but it is not enough to drop the man. Vyle slams into Zach, driving the smaller man to the ground. Glen struggles to get clear; this is a /horrible/ place to be. Oddly... there is not much trouble in that effort. Zach clambers to his feet, breathing hard as he watches Vyle with a critical eye.
He waits to see what happens next.
That didn't work out as planned either. Vyle finds himself hooked by an explosive punch, sent back yet again and rolling limply away. It looks for sure that it's the end....For about 6 seconds, the wrestler seems for sure to be down for the count. He then strains, groaning, trying to push himself back up on his elbows, and....
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
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Vyle 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Zach
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached third wind!
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Vyle 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Zach
...manages to lurch himself up back to his feet before the 10 count. "What....was that it? My baby sister hits harder than that....and she's got MD, you pansy...." he groans, glowering at Zach with a vicious stare.
Zach raises a single eyebrow as Vyle starts to regain his footing. He lets out a low whistle, clearly impressed. He's not planning on letting Vyle's taunts get to him; Zach is all-too-aware of just how hard he hits.
"You," Zach says, "Are tougher than you look. I thought I had you after that one." Golden energy covers his whole body. "Guess I'll just have to hit you harder." Zach waves Vyle on. "Come on," he says. "Or are you all talk now?"
Zach gets the feeling there was a time when Vyle was more than just talk.
COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.
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Vyle 1/----===/=======|=======\====---\1 Zach
Vyle looks extremely unsteady on his feet....but damned if he'll go down without a fight. Whatever is keeping him up, it helps keep him moving despite just how shattered his head's been from all those super-powered punches. Enough that he can actually get about 3 steps into a lurching, wavering dash before he tries to fly at Zach again, hoping to whip a foot out and tag him with a round kick to the back of his head
COMBATSYS: Zach interrupts Light Kick from Vyle with Pile Bunker.
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 Zach
Zach smirks as Vyle charges in. Bingo. The wrestler charges in, the kick tagging him on the side of the head, causing Zach to wobble...
...As he taps his right fist up against Vyle's ribcage. "Tag," he mutters. Half a second later, a spike of pure Soul Power erupts from Zach's fist along with a shower of yellow and red sparks that dance across the arena. Zach takes a half-step back, trying to shake the cobwebs loose while shaking his right hand loosely.
"Man, you're almost like /Rust/," Zach says, with a touch of concern. He's starting to hope Vyle just stays /down/ this time. He knows how hard he can hit a guy, and while he doesn't believe in pulling an attack that he commits to... there /are/ limits.
And that should do it, really. The spiking blast of energy straight to Vyle's gut is pretty much the end it seems, spearing through the rudo and sending him back down to the ground in a bloody heap. Most of it on his face...and considering the Gazelle Punch and Headbutt didn't draw blood, that's...a concerning amount of blood to find in THAT area.
And yet...yet, he crawls back up to his knees, eyes glowering on Zach. "You....are so....dead." He tries to keep his eyes on Zach, even as he starts to slump over, an unerring focus....
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|
...before he falls flat on his face.
Zach spits out a foul word as the look on his face shifts from respect for Vyle's determination to concern over his condition. He sprints towards the larger man, trying to catch him before he falls. The referee bars Zach's progress, causing the psion to look on in worry.
The ten count finishes, and Zach enters into a hurried discussion with the ref. The referee does his job by refusing to allow Zach to go near Vyle now that the fight is over, regardless of the psion's intentions.
He watches the medics go to work on him. "I hope you find what you're after," he says quietly, "And that it gives you what you want." Zach then turns and heads towards the trailers arranged for the fighters.
COMBATSYS: Zach has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:41:52 04/19/2012 by Zach, and last modified on 10:01:09 04/20/2012.