Description: SNF comes to dangerous ground at Gedo High as home favorite Setsuna Sonozaki comes to blows with the vicious viral Vyle. A poison wind blows through the Dojo as the crowd threatens to join in on the scrum, but will the clash between the two prove violent enough to sate the throng? (Winner: Draw)
Despite all appearances, life at Gedo High is not a -constant- running battle of gangs, with fights breaking out over such things as a spilled fruit cup. Okay, maybe sometimes, but not -all- the time. Really. Really it isn't. There -are- some civil people at Gedo High, and not just the teachers who try to keep control.
Unfortunately, few of them have decided to show up this Saturday for the fight. Instead, most of the true rough and tumbles have shown. Some of them really freakin' hate Sonozaki Setsuna--for her looks, for her rebuffing them for their crude attempts at humor or 'dates', for her aloofness. Others really freakin' love her, because she is a strong woman in a school culture that desperately needs them--Zaki and her gang notwithstanding.
And some of them? They just love violence. It's almost certain that at least one or two of the teachers are thinking that a nuclear bomb, right now, could massively solve some of Gedo's personality problems and clashes. Unfortunately, those things are outlawed. The 'dojo' of Gedo High is almost laughable right now--strewn as it is with accoutrements normally seen on the set of movies like "The Warriors". At the 'far' end from the doors is Setsuna--normally known by her last name, Sonozaki--dressed for the occasion, in black leather jacket, heavy ash-grey t-shirt underneath, worn denims, and black boots. She already looks a little bored with the festivities.
It's probably a good thing Saturday Night Fights is insured for this kind of stuff, as it has to be hard to worry about the potential damages these kinds of arranged fights can be. And considering the crowd that actually fights in these thigns on a regular basis, it's doubly important. Take Sonozaki's opponent tonight....
o/` WITH TWO TAPES IN THE DECK, SET TO DUB OVER, PRESS RECORD AND ABSORB THE SUBCULTURE o/`
That theme can only mean one thing: the vicious, venomous villain, Vyle, has arrived. And he's even come dressed for the occasion too, dressed up in a Gakuran of his own...of course, tailored to his own specifics. Meaning the top is bright sickly purple, left open so his sickly neon green shirt is seen beneath, the sleeves torn off of it, and the pants dyed purple and frayed at the cuffs. He doesn't do his usual ritual of working up the crowd...hell, they look worked up enough as is. And enough wearing masks to know that his craft is well appreciated.
"I guess school is different from where I come from. I like it here. Maybe I'll stay and teach these kids a few things about what a fight really means," he notes, smirking toward the eyepatched Gedo girl he's drawn as his opponent.
There are some immediate jeers--not from Sonozaki, but from the crowd. Try as they might, the teachers just can't control -this- bunch, and a big dude stands up in his seat and just flips two birds at Vyle, while his friends hoot derisively. For her part, Setsuna shakes her head, just slightly, and pulls out a pair of gloves--fingerless after the second knuckle and, decoratively, studded with big chrome studs on the backs of the hands. Tugging them on, she walks forward and takes her spot, studiously ignoring the jeering.
She appraises her opponent with her good eye, and then smiles thinly. "Look like you might fit right in," she says, her expression sardonic. This is a dojo, but she doesn't bother bowing, instead just sliding into her fight stance, left forward, right back, hands up, curled into fists.
"Since you're the visitor," she says, "I guess it's only polite to let you start us off." Her voice is cool, delicate but not frail, and as she starts bouncing on the balls of her feet, she looks very much ready for battle.
Turning toward the jeering he hears, Vyle can't help but smirk. He at least still gets that kind of reaction even when he's not working for it. Not bad, not bad. Good to be known that well.
The rudo turns back to Sonozaki, tilting her head toward the student and cracking his knuckles. "How gracious. You know that's probably going to bite you in the ass though, right? Mercy is kind of overrated, and..."
Rather suddenly, the wrestler darts forward, charging in low and popping back up only once he's close enough to straighten up and spit a fine green ugly mist straight toward Sonozaki's face. The mist lingers there for a while, but it's best not to stick around to see how long it does, considering the poisonous nature.
Oh, few of these kids -know- who this guy is. They're just responding in the way Gedo kids do. Certainly a few recognize him--there's a couple of kids with signs up to actually support him--but Setsuna is more well-known by far--for good or bad. But she doesn't have time for that--because here he comes.
The noxious crap strikes her in the face, and she steps back, wiping it from her face as best as she can. "Disgusting... I guess it comes with your name," she comments, offhandedly. Driving herself forward despite the spit, she throws a high, snapping kick--a testing of defenses, perhaps. Vyle will recognize the kick as a muay thai-styled kick, snapping around high and retracting just as fast.
"I wouldn't call me 'merciful' until you get to know me," she comments, offhandedly.
Vyle knows the style, sure. He took Adon to the limit once before, after all, and has seen more than enough of his and Sagat's fights before. So when the snapping high kick comes around, Vyle knows well enough to react quick. No one wants to get tagged by something like that after all. Dropping low, almost laying on the floor, he lets the kick sail over his head...
And hopefully, before Sonozaki can fully draw it back, he shoots for her pivot leg. Trying to sweep it out from beneath her, he aims to torque her ankle with a heel hold. Something she'll feel for most of the fight if he can keep it hooked on long enough.
He's a fast bugger, that's for sure--he's there almost before she's done pulling her leg back. But she has ways to deal with this--she twists, literally, with his torquing motion, denying him more than a mild wrench of the heel. As she spins, she slaps her hands down onto the dojo mats, transferring the momentum and inertia back up to her legs, spinning herself rapidly to break his grip and, in the bargain, performing a pretty nifty pommel horse manuever.
She's quick to right herself, though--it was a flashy kickout, but she isn't playing to the crowd--and, as she lands on her feet, she holds position, then jolts forward, feinting another kick, and another, both from her right leg. They are, however, just feints, and the second feint leads into her planting her right leg and whipping her left fist around in a quick, hooking punch.
It's that grim, no-nonsense nature that's attracted as many fans as has made her enemies, but she's not above a little taunting. Just not right now.
Vyle grits his teeth as he's not able to fully torque Sonozaki's foot as he brings her down, the bracing on the mat allowing her to spin out of his hold. Pushing himself back up and getting his legs underneath him in a crouch, he keeys a wary watch on her. He's definitely a flashy sort, but he's not without practicality either. And when she starts up with the feinting, he stands his ground, only waiting until he's sure she's striking before his arms come up to absorb the turning punch.
Pushed back a bit, he can't help but snort a bit. "That all you can do? C'mon, the natives are restless. Do something to give them a little..." And just like before, his running mouth is meant just as a distraction for him to drive forward again, this time sliding low and in to thrust a knife-hand stab straight toward his opponent's solar plexus. And this close up, Sonozaki might see a sickly, dull green glow around that hand. That doesn't look too good.
Well. He asked for it. Setsuna fades back just a touch as he charges, and... smirks. "Sure," she replies, as she drifts back another half-step, gauging with her good eye... and then she twists back, away from Vyle. Some of the crowd shout, gasp, in shock and disbelief--is she *running away*? No... no she is not.
Because just as Vyle's hand stabs out, Setsuna is whipping back around. At least he gets a good feel, as that hand grazes her chest--but she steps back around, a little further, and her right hand flares with grey-white chi, a cold wind hissing around the hand as she basically just...
... fires a ridgehand chop right to the back of Vyle's head, the chi exploding off her hand in a slashing hiss as she turns fully to face the direction Vyle is going to be going now.
There's some cheers--those guys who like violence, and, some of her fans. But the natives -are- looking restless... and they're _Gedo_ punks... anything -could- happen.
"Hrrrkk..." That's the sound that comes as Vyle finds his sudden knife-hand thrust responded in kind with a slashing chop straight into the back of his neck. The chop isn't so much the the problem, as it is the wind chi that ends up slamming him face first into the mats, a low sound from the crowd, some in sympathy, some just in surprise. Whatever the response, it's obvious that the shot definitely hurt Vyle.
Still, he's not about to allow her to get the glory in one shot. Pushing himself back up, he rolls backward into a half-somersault, hands and neck braced onto the mat. "You think that's all it'll take?" he sneers, before springing off, feet first toward Sonozaki. No, he's not aiming to kick her, he's trying to wrap those legs around her head and neck, and whip her over in a leg scissors takedown. Some of the students recognize the move enough to go 'Ohhhh!' at the sight, but...will it work?
Some young, clever punk in the crowd suddenly hits a button on his phone, just as Vyle's legs lock around her neck. Just as she goes up and over, a soundclip blares. It's one any fighting game fan will recognize. It's short and obnoxious. And it is: o/~ GONNA TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE o/~ He only gets to play it once, though, as Vyle's whipping throw piledrives Setsuna towards the mats.
Some of the kids -groan- at the sound, as Setsuna finds herself flying down to the mats--and she tucks in, twisting, impacting on her shoulders, rolling away from Vyle. "No, obviously not," she replies. "Kind of glad," she admits, with a little laugh.
"A little sad... some of these kids," she gestures to the crowds, "are all talk..." Once again she pops up to her feet--but, instead of attacking, she starts to generate wind--a swirling grey circle lapping up around her as she builds power.
Vyle rolls back up to his feet as he fully swings around with Sonozaki, legs flaring in that ornate way and flowing himself back to his ready position. While he's no technico, Vyle still can flow like one if he needs to be. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get enough pep on the headscissors to take Sonozaki full over, scowling at the eyepatched girl as she rolls through.
"Yeah, yeah, all talk," he mutters. "Too bad none of them can just..." And just like before, he interrupts himself, reaching over to steal a shinai from one of the various punks surrounding the mats and trying to simply launch it javelin style straight toward the girl's head. "BRING IT!"
Almost contemptuously, Setsuna slaps the thrown weapon out of the air with her right hand--and then has to duck to avoid taking the swinging end in the face. "Oh, -some- of them do..." She doesn't have ay particular school loyalty, but she does have some fond memories of some particularly good fights. With a little laugh, she charges forward--heedless of distance. Right... he's a right slippery bastard...
... so she tries another kick. Again, it's a feint, but this one is a -far- feint, as she spins forward with a low right kick, or so it would be--only to step around, plant the right foot...
... and throw a back heel kick with her left leg, looking to thrust the booted heel into Vyle's sternum. Now that the fight appears to be on 'in earnest', the crowd's getting more into it, yelling and shouting raucously.
Slippery bastard indeed. With that distance, the rudo is definitely hard to hit. Give him time to slither away, and he definitely will, especially with a distraction like that flying shinai. Using his flexibilty, he turns away from the feints, and when she goes for that big back kick, he's ready enough to snap the kick away with his hands and pitch toward the other side.
"Too slow," he says, trying to knee her straight in the back, and wrap his arm around her neck from the front at the same time, in an reverse headlock of sorts. "And I meant that both ways," he adds, hoping to follow up smoothly with a drop to his own back, hoping to spike the back of her head into the ground.
Setsuna can use momentum, too, and when her leg gets deflected, rather than try to maintain her facing -and- balance, she turns into a further spin, whirling away from that incoming knee; only when she's facing Vyle again does she stop her own spin, bouncing on her feet slightly. "Am I?" she asks, guilelessly, as she then bounces backwards a good five yards.
Her attack--is more of a gesture, it seems, as she sweeps her right hand forward and up, stepping forward.. it almost looks like a dance move more than anything else. Or it would, were it not for the hissing column of wind chi that lashes out for Vyle, grey-white, and cutting a line in the mat as it goes, adding that ripping, tearing sound to the effect of it.
Scowling as he misses the knee to her back, Vyle quickly hops back, almost mirroring Sonozaki that way, though he doesn't go back quite as far as she does. Arms wide and braced, he keeps ready to move...and when he sees the gesture, and that whip of grey chi cutting outward, he pitches into a dive. He doesn't quite avoid all of it, unfortunately, but he's able to avoid being hit completely flush with it.
Rolling and clutching the leg that took the brunt of the hit, he starts back with a small hobble. "Nice. Oh, I meant my uniform, I thought the tailor did a really good job on it, not your attack. That was awful. That as fast as you can go? I mean..." He continues to rattle off, just as he's wont to do. This time, though? He's just buying time to buy time, not just to distract from an attack.
Setsuna smiles a little. "Men who think speed are everything often peter out too fast..." And, actually, no, that isn't 'as fast as she can go'. If he wants a demonstration of that, well... she shrugs to herself. Once again she puts her legs to work, jolting forward, moving with, at least in some respects, as much speed as she's willing to muster...
And her hands are up. She feints again, launching a swift, jabbing left punch--only to aim it just wide of Vyle's face, the logical place for it to have landed. It's something she saw in a movie, once, and wanted to try--lunge, punch, stop, and...! Slap! Yep, she opens that left hand and seeks to strike Vyle across the face with it. Probably more insult than anything, if she hits him.
Oh, Vyle is no stranger to slaps. They're the ultimate insult in the ring for sure, and he's even gotten more than his share of them outside of the ring. Usually delivered by women much older than Sonozaki mind, but he's gotten some from her age as well. Dirty man reminiscence aside....
Vyle has an arm up to try and top the feinted jab...which thankfully is still there when she tries to whip it around into a slap, catching most of it on his wrist. It's not painless mind, but better his wrist than his face, probably.
Pushing away, he starts back again. "Oh, really...you think you can get my battery to run out, huh? You're a dirty little girl, your parents know you think like that?" He then...runs away? Oh no, he actually ends up trying to run atop the hands or heads of some of the students there...some, thankfully knowing well enough to catch Vyle's foot in hand, and push up to help vault him back. Flying back toward the eyepatched girl, he starts dropping hard aerial stomps, alternating with each foot as if trying to jackhammer into the top of her head.
Learning the martial arts that she did, Setsuna doesn't have a -whole- lot of use for flashy 'pro wrestling' manuevers. That's not to say that they can't be effective--just thatshe doesn't utilize them. It -is- pretty impressive, though, the stomping attack... but, oddly, even though he literally steps on her head... she doesn't seem to be -too- bothered by it.
She twists her head, popping her neck back into joint, and gives Vyle a disdainful look. "Not even interested in trying... I'd have to be very desperate to want -that-."
Reaching her hand back, one of her friends slaps something into it--a fistload. Basically just a cylinder of metal with a couple of points to protrude past the knuckles and making punching a little more painful. But that's not what she's gonna use it for.
No, this she's just gonna fling right at Vyle, a sort of imitation of what he'd done earlier.
Bounding off with a backflip after those repeated stomps atop Sonozaki's head, Vyle drops back to his feet in a crouch, watching the younger girl. "Don't know what you're missing then," he says, in a tone that makes it rather obvious he's doing it mostly for a rise out of her. Bringing two fingers to his throat, he seems ready to try something...until he sees that fistload flying toward his face.
In haste, he tries to drop low again and rush, readying a blast of mist once more in hopes of spraying down his foe...but he times his slithering rise back up too early, getting clocked straight in the shoulder and sending his spray of mist way off course into the air above instead. "Guhnnn..." Not as planned, not as planned at all.
Maybe not for Vyle, but Setsuna's already rushing in to take advantage of the distraction--she knows that couldn't've hurt -that- much, for all that it was a small, efficiently-hurled chunk of metal. She's capable of doing far greater damage with her flesh and blood hands and feet. She's already running across the mat, practically before the throw's even finished, and halfway to Vyle she jumps instead.
It's a long, low jump, her right hand drawn back, balled into a fist, and she seeks to hammer it into Vyle's forehead as she passes by him--intending to land in a stylish skid, shifting her weight and turning into a three-point skid, leaving her in a low stance, for the moment.
The strike spun Vyle around, sure. And the shoulder is probably going to be sore for a while. But...nothing said that he can't use that momentum he's been afforded to his own advantage. Whipping around fully after the fistload struck him, he left his back turned and peered over his shoulder. When Sonozaki leaps at him...he smirks.
Just the moment he had been waiting for.
Whipping around again, his leg raised up and snapped a high spinning back heel kick toward the eyepatched girl, snapping her back into the air much higher than she had probably hoped she'd be today. Vaulting himself back up after her with a spring off his hands, he follows her up, clutching his arm underneath her head, and wrapping his other arm around her near thigh, guiding her down into a vicious Northern Lights Bomb once they both land. It's a vicious brainbuster...and one Vyle hopes is the deciding factor in the fight.
Man. That hurt. It's been a while since Setsuna's been brainbustered like that. IT looks -ugly-. And maybe it should be the deciding factor in the fight. Unfortunately, Setsuna doesn't feel like it is... and she rises again. Stubborn... it's certainly -one- trait she has in common with the Gedo kids. She's -stubborn-.
And not particularly willing to pay a compliment either, as she cricks her neck again, this time with a more painful sound. Then, she settles down into her stance. It's a tense few moments before she does anything else at all... but when she does, she moves with alacrity. She isn't downed yet.
Throughout the entire fight, she's tried only strikes--but this time, as she lunges forward, she seeks to pull a throwing technique. At least one of her friends recognizes what she's doing and winces--throwing a wrestler? But she'll try anyways, looking to bum-rush Vyle, to plant a knee in his stomach... and then, fall back, gripping his shoulders, to throw him up and over.
Truth be told, while Vyle probably was much better off in that exchange, he probably was stringing this fight out a bit too long for comfort. Sure, he's not let it get too far out of pace for him, but his stamina WAS starting to finally wear down. He needed to end this and fast.
Too bad Sonozaki had other ideas, the student rushing him far quicker than he expected her to come out of that brainbuster. "What, are you punch drunk or something, stay down, like you did for your last daahH!" He's forced to improvise when his taunt is interrupted, flipping out of that throw before it could do too much damage, though his ankles aren't too happy about the landing either. "Ok...looks like I need to spank you a little more," he sneers, shooting in low and trying to give her a version of the same through. He doesn't use his leg for leverage though, oh no. He tries to use his whole head and heft her over with his entire upper body instead, arms, shoulder, head and neck!
Not this time. Vyle impacts her, that's for sure--but before he can heft her up--she's -pushing him back-. It's a single push that gives her enough spacing--and as keyed up as she is, she barely needs a windup. Some of her friends chant, shouting for her, as they recognize the attack--and Vyle will recognize much of it, too.
That flaring, wind chi tears at her arm--but at Vyle much more, as she slams a ridgehand into his face.
"ONE!" And... another.
"TWO!!"
And... -another-. "THREE!!!"
And as she spins once more, she steps in close to Vyle, her right hand folding into a fist, and that gets thrust nearly straight up, into Vyle's chin.
"FINISH!!!" Panting, Setsuna drops back about three steps. She isn't convinced it -is- finished...
Well, crap. That...didn't go so well, to put it very, very lightly.
As he tries to heft her over, the rudo feels that familiar bite of wind chi, this time much more forcefully. Vyle isn't about to dodge it this time, not here, not now. Once....twice...three times, the ridge-hand chops crack into his face, the energy slashing into him that much more until it looks like his face was opened up with a sword.
And the final smashing punch sends him flying backward, rolling until he hits a post nearby, the crowd roaring at the bloody impact. THIS was Violence, for sure. But...for those who have fought Vyle, they know he dies hard. Glowering straight at the eyepatched schoolgirl, the luchador pushes himself back up, that custom gakuran now hanging off him in shreds. "YOu think....this is over?" he sneers...before a noxious spew surges out of his mouth. One might think he's starting to sputter up blood...but instead, a gush of noxious green mist sprays out. At first, it seems like it might be his usual mist...but this one is...different. It feels energized instead.
Now she's -glad- she took those three steps back. It gives her just enough time to drop low and push herself forward. In essence, she slides underneath the noxious mist. And she doesn't miss how it affects the mat, either. That looked... unpleasant, to say the least. To say the very least. It is an awful sort of thing to do, really, and she can't imagine how he got that way. Eating too much Taco Bell?
But, enough with the irreverent thoughts. Knowing just how much he seems to hate that chi she's wielding, she pushes off--and pushes herself to the limit--throwing herself into a lunging left elbow-right cross combination--all business, no frills.
Vyle growls, finding it a bit hard to see with the blood down his face. Wiping it off on his arm, he glowered and pulled himself back up straight, resurgent energy through his form. Unfortunately, he's still a bit slow on the uptake, as he ends up finding it hard to take that lunging mass of strikes Sonozaki bashes him with. Reeling back, he coughs up some of that noxious green mist, flecked with the blood pouring down his face. It looks worse than it really is, but it still is pretty damn bad.
"Come on. Cut it with that weak ****...spank me like the bad boy I am, you stupid *****..." he sneers, eyes narrowing straight at her. He may be taunting, but he seems DEATHLY serious.
Setsuna... almost seems to shrug. "... alright." The cussing hardly seems to affect her... she's American, though it's obviously hard to tell. She's heard worse out on the stoop. Of course, she will just about do whatever it takes--not to win, not for the win, per se, but because it's how she trains. And how she fights.
She almost seems to set herself--and then she takes a half-spinning step forward... and looks to lay a chopping hand right along Vyle's neck, her hand flaring with that icy, gale-like chi. The fight is in its last stages, at least for her, but she refuses to show weakness before the rudo. At last, the dojo is quiet--kids on their feet as they sense the coming climax.
Unfortunately, all that time Vyle was taunting, he could've been attacking...he was hoping to goad out something he could counterstrike against. Unfortunately...the slashing strike was far too fast for him, especially in this state, and when he tries to dart aside...well, it doesn't end well, the strike chopping straight into his neck. Groaning, but still barely on his feet, he charges in, trying to simply use his weight to barrel her straight into the ground with him as he falls.
She may not want to -show- weakness, but the fact is, Vyle took a whole lot out of her. She tries to avoid the falling Vyle--but her heel get caught in one of the many rips and tears in the mat. So when he lands--he lands shoulder-first, in her stomach. And that's enough to knock the wind out of her, and though she can muster enough energy to push herself out from under Vyle...
... she can't muster enough to get up. Before the Gedo kids can rush in, the SNF folks are there--the announcer declaring the DKO while the medics rush in to get at both fighters. Setsuna sits up after a few moments, shaking her head. "Ngh... hell of a fight..."
And Vyle....well, he manages to finish her off, but he can barely keep conscious, forget stand. Dropping back to his side after finishing that tackle, the luchador groans. He sees the students rush in, and ready for a scrum to kick things to another level, before the SNF officials put a stop to it. "C'mon, ref...let 'em fight. Work off all that anger, huh?" he says sneeringly...before he decides that staying down and waiting for the medical crew is a pretty good idea.
Log created on 14:33:05 04/22/2012 by Vyle, and last modified on 14:38:30 04/23/2012.