Description: It's gang warfare as Duke's newest muscle Damnd tries to spread the protection racket, only to stumble upon a Shadaloo trafficking operation, run by the rudo Vyle. Will Damnd strike a blow to Shadaloo's resurgence, or will Vyle manage to show that only the former Mad Gear needs protection?
Despite the warnings of Juri Han, Damnd's campaign of terror against Metro City businesses continues. In interests of getting a stable Glow connection from Duke, Damnd has agreed to bully local businesses into accepting Duke's 'insurance policy', which will fund the Glow trade. At least, that's what Damnd's been told. He and a group of thugs are outside Baker Imports one night, hanging outside while the night grows dark and the streets grow empty. Little do they know that Baker Imports is a Shadaloo front, used for trafficking arms to Metro City. Tonight, Damnd picked the wrong corporate sponser to mess with!
Shadaloo's death may have been grossly overstated...but just because it's not dead doesn't mean it's thriving. With a lot of the big names indisposed of or otherwise absent, it's come down to the lower level grunts to get things back in motion. Diesel seems to be the prime force there, but tonight, it's heel time. The venemous vexation known as Vyle is handling the votives today, by which he means he's directing traffic in a literla and figurative sense.
"Get a move on, these need to get shipped out before midnight, now move!" he shouts, standing atop one of the crates and gesturing over to someone manning the forklift, before he gets word on the security cameras. "What is it?" Hurrying over to the monitors, he narrows his eyes. "The hell, whose this loser?" he mutters. "Think he's Mad Gear boss, one of the old guard." "...Mad Gear...pfft. Probably getting kicks on grafitti, lameasses. Get ready in case they're dumb enough to charge in, but focus on getting the crap out!" he shouts, cracking his neck. Mad Gear, huh? Sure, Vyle's been more worried about amassing marks and tracking down 'test subjects' in the NDP...but this could be interesting too...
Damnd adjusts his blue shades, worn even at night, as he looks down at his watch. "It's time to go, bros. Let's do dis!" He and his men move to the building's loading dock, two of his men brandishing crowbars. They stick the pries into the bottom of the door, getting some grip space. Then, the six of them, Damnd included, lift the door up, and walk inside like they owned the place. Damnd's first clue that they're in trouble is that the light's are on. "Mon, someone's burnin' de midnight oil," he says to himself, and his goons. "Okay, ev'rybody know dere jobs?" he asks, and the thugs nod positively.
Well, look at this. They really ARE dumb enough to bust in, aren't they?
And with a watchful eye on the outside, the Shadaloo grunts working the platforms aren't taken off guard by the sudden sound of the gate being pried up and broken into. Assault riifles are pointed from above toward the former Mad Gear general and his thugs, with a few taking aggressive hand-to-hand stances on the ground level. And from a catwalk? The noxiously colored manager of the outfit for the night scowls. "Wow. You guys really are dim, aren't ya?" he sneers. "So, you plan on some kind of smash and grab tonight? Maybe you found it...but the only thing being smashed and grabbed are you chumps. Or you know, we could let you walk out and let you forget this ever happened with a little help from a blunt."
Vyle considers that for a moment....then shakes his head. "Nah, you know what, we'll just send a message now."
Damnd and his goons pause at the dreadful revelation that they've walked into something far larger than a simple staged robbery. Damnd adjusts his shades again, this time sweating a bit, as his men look back and forth. "'ey, mon, I got a message to give you, too. You buy de Duke's insurance - or next time, we'll just torch de place. You dig?" he says, summoning some courage, as his goons pull out knives and pistols - but they're still outnumbered and outgunned, their personal loyalty to the Jamaican brawler the only thing keeping them here.
COMBATSYS: Damnd has started a fight here.
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Damnd 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Damnd
The Shadaloo Rudo tilts his head...then looks back to the ones manning the rifles. "....you know, I think we'll just kick you the hell out of here right now," he sneers. "FIRE!!" comes the order as Vyle leaps down from the catwalk, the gunners taking aim and trying to lay fire down on the goons Damnd has.
While the hand-to-hand guys keep trying to herd them in, Vyle himself sails straight toward Damnd. He knows better to leave the head guy to the guns, which is why he's taking him personally, an arm roped out to try and wrap the dreaded one up in a flying neckbreaker drop.
COMBATSYS: Damnd blocks Vyle's Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Damnd
There's shouts from the thugs as they scurry in all directions, looking for cover from the assault rifles. Damnd stands his ground, however, and is rewarded with a flying wrestler coming at him. "Mon, you don't know what you be messin' wit'," Damnd states, getting caught by the move and slammed into the ground. He pushes off the ground and laughs, "Let's dance, pretty man!" He leaps at Vile in a wrestling maneuver of his own, attempting to catch Vile with a clothesline.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Damnd's Flying Clothesline.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Damnd
The suppressive fire continues to rain down, while the goons take cover. Between shots, the hand-to-handers try to advance, hoping to close in and make good use of their familiarity with the warehouse to get in melee range.
As for Vyle, he rolls out of his neckbreaker drop, knowing he didn't get all of it on the burlier man. Sneering, he dashes and slides underneath the flying lariat, taking him underneath the arm strike but facing the wrong way for swift retaliation. So instead, he takes to the walls, running up about two or three steps before backflipping onto a crate near Damnd in a crouch.
"I know I'm messing with a no-name Mad Gear embarassment, and that makes you..." He waits, until Damnd is turned back around before an ugly gush of green mist sprays out toward his face. Sure, the sunglasses might help block some of it...but there's no covering for his nose...or mouth...and the way that mist lingers around, surely some of it will waver down behind those glasses too.
COMBATSYS: Damnd blocks Vyle's Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Damnd
Damnd raises his hand, blocking most of the nasty goo, as he comments, "You gotta get some better manners, mon. Dat's nasty." He jumps up onto the crate he is on, scrambling up as he grabs the edge, and attempts to plant his shoulder into Vyle, knocking him off the crate. "De name is Damnd, mon. Surely you've heard of de man dat kidnapped Jessica Haggar?" Damnd's one claim to fame, among non Metro City drug users.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Damnd's Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Damnd
Leaping over the attempted shoulder tackle, Vyle makes good use of his quickness, snorting at Damnd's braggadocio. "And that was how many years ago? And then what, you got your ass beat down amongst the first of your crew. Like a one trick wrestler who doesn't know he's yesterday's news."
With that continued sneering, he tries to grab at Damnd's wrist with one arm, slam his forearm into the back of the elbow with the other, and leverage him face first into one of the higher crate stacks in hope of busting up both face and arm in a lingering way. And the rest of the group? Well, the suppressive fire keeps coming, the gunners slowly climbing down the catwalk with rifles trained, while the fighters get closer into arm's range.
COMBATSYS: Damnd blocks Vyle's Improvised Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Damnd
Damnd gets elbowed in his forearm, but the huge mass of muscle simply refuses to budge. He slowly turns about, grinning at Vyle. "See? You /have/ heard of me, mon!" He doesn't seem to worry about the insult, as he attempts to grab Vyle's waist and heft him up, before giving him a backwards drop off the crate and into the ground.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Damnd's Back Drop.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Damnd
The attempted Back Drop does manage to get Vyle off his feet, but he's able to flip out before it spells his doom, the long fall doing some decent stress on his ankles and knees though. "You seem way too content to live off your past, loser," she snorts, before leaping up to climb up on a higher crate.
Once he's up about 5 feet higher on Damnd, he tries to come back down again quick, feet pumping as he stomps out to the top of the gangster's dreadlocked head, first leaning off the edge of the higher crate, then simply letting body weight bear down even more.
COMBATSYS: Damnd endures Vyle's Riot Stampede.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Damnd
Damnd's sunglasses break with a snap as Vyle dances on his head, Damnd bearing the blows with a big smile. As Vyle finishes, Damnd launches himself forward, right at his recently landing opponent as he curls into a ball. "Hey, mon, don't worry, be happy!" Damnd replies with a laugh. Meanwhile, as Damnd laughs, his thugs fight for their lives, hunted and hiding in the warehouse from their foes.
COMBATSYS: Damnd successfully hits Vyle with Damnd Ball.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Damnd
Now, there was Vyle's mistake: he was trying to fight Damnd like a man when he should've been fighting him more like a monkey!...that was the train of thought at least, when the Shadaluchador ends up getting bowled over by the burly gangster ball. Not only does the heavy flying attack blast him, but he ends up pitched off the crate and landing in a way he should've landed with that back drop earlier.
While the Shadaloo agents continue their advance on the thugs, Vyle groans, getting himself back up to his feet and staggering back. "I'll be happy when your sorry ass is out of my garage," he sneers, trying to make distance and catch a breather.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Damnd
Damnd lopes towards Vyle like a big angry gorilla, laughing as his blond locks fly everywhere. "C'mon, mon, come t' papa!" he taunts as he gets closer, attempting to punch Vyle in the face with a swift fist. His men, meanwhile, are clustered together near the open door, returning fire with their pistols. The two out of five with knives are presently brawling with the hand-to-hand fighters, outnumbered but at least armed better relative to their foes than their companions with the firearms.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Damnd's Quick Punch.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Damnd
The Shadaloo agents are cautious, keeping the thugs pinned but not really making any headway in taking them down. The suppression fire continues, and while they're not really in too much of a problem with the return fire, they know better than to charge in. And the fighters, they're held back by the knives, the equalization factor making it all a bit of a stalemate.
Vyle, in the meanwhile, is being pressured by the larger bulk of Damnd, forced to bear the force of the punch with his forearms, making them ache as they eat the strike rather than his nose. "Sorry, I don't come near idiots that smell like a monkey's festering ass," he sneers, before trying to use the extended arm as leverage to swing his legs up around Damnd's back and wrap around the farther shoulder. The aim? To use his full body weight and leverage Damnd down onto the back of his neck with a crucifix takedown.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Damnd with Strong Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Damnd
Damnd emits a cry as the legs wrap around him and bring him to the ground, a crack of pavement and bone meeting as he fissures the concrete behind his skull. "Hey, mon, dat's not nice t' say! You take dat back!" Damnd protests. "Wait, monkey? Is dat, like, somethin' racial? You is racist." He gets up and attempts to give Vyle another quick backdrop, this one not off a crate, so less powerful.
COMBATSYS: Vyle endures Damnd's Back Drop.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Damnd
Pulling himself back up after the crashing drop, Vyle finds the tables turned upon him, wrapped up from behind in a much more conventional way. This time, he doesn't have the leverage or the reaction to flip out of it like before...but this time, he doesn't bother. Absorbing the suplex down onto the concrete, he feels the sting of pain....but rolls through it, coming back to his feet and ready to pounce despite the great possibility of a fracture somewhere. Instead, he waits, until Damnd is back up...and leaps, trying to wrap one arm around behind the gangster's head and use that bodily momentum to turn him about before spiking the bigger man's head into the ground with a DDT.
COMBATSYS: Damnd endures Vyle's Dead Spiral.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Damnd
Damnd puffs out his chest. "See, you don't deny it. You is racist, dat's right!" Damnd states defiantly, before his head is slammed into the pavement. He springs back to his feet, ready to go, and flies at Vyle in a flurry of fists. "I'm gonna beat da racism outta ya, honkey!" Damnd spits as his fists swing.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Hyper Damnd from Damnd with Relapse.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Damnd
Rolling back out after the Dead Spiral DDT, Vyle skitters low and away, glowering at the big man like a snake ready to strike, or a scorpion with its tail primed. "You don't wanna be called a monkey, stop acting like a big dumb ape then," he sneers. When the flurry of fists stomp toward him, Vyle waits...and waits...then....
*CRACK!!*
He whips his body around, snapping a spinning back heel kick directly into Damnd's face at just the right moment. Popping him up into the air with that precise kick, he vaults into the air afterwards, wrapping his arm around the dreaded Mad Gear man's head, and grabbing hold of the waist of his pants in the other as they drop. Falling, he continues to guide his body down into a massive brainbuster, the sound reverberating around the warehouse. Vyle's able to sit up after the slam, slowly starting to pull himself up. He HOPES...that Damnd won't be following him back to his feet.
Damnd's head snaps upwards at the kick as he's sent airborne, then emits a scream as he impacts back into the ground. He coughs up blood as Vyle sits up, laying there on the ground, dazed. Then, slowly, he climbs to his feet, stumbling a bit. "Okay, mon. You big and mean. I get it," he says, sounded winded. "But you don't gotta be racist!" He surges forward with another Damnd ball, this one after a quick juke to the left.
COMBATSYS: Damnd successfully hits Vyle with Sidestep Damnd Ball.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Damnd
It looks like that big counterattack DID leave Vyle a bit too winded for his own good. While he's up to his feet first, he ends up fooled quick by that juke and gets bowled over by the massive plowing somersault attack by the big man. Slammed away again as the exchanged fire continues, the rudo groans and backs away again, dropping to a crouch and shaking his head in hopes of gettnig all the cobwebs out.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Damnd
Damnd laughs as he bounces off of Vyle, although some of the mirth is missing. Landing on his feet, his boots scrape the ground as he dashes forward, attempting to tackle Vyle and pin him to the ground, so the brawler can pummel him with his fists. "You dick, you don't know who de Damnd man is, mon!" he sing-songs, his spirits slowly returning after having all of his momentum blunted.
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Punch Mayhem from Damnd with Antidote.
- Power fail! -
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Damnd
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Damnd
When Damnd tries to come in, so cheery and taunting with his singing, Vyle tries to prepare for him...but the flinging and swinging punches stop him before he can grab him out of his rampage, just timed wrong enough that he eats it right on the jaw. Blasted away, he ends up slung into a crate, crashing loudly and knocking over a few that nearly wipe out his soldiers and a few goons too.
And yet, he's still glowering at the gangster. "I know that you can eat me, but then again, I'm a little more bitter than yer damn hash brownies." He just doesnt' die well, does he?
Damnd laughs louder as his fist feels Vyle's face, his big knuckles doing quite the job on his rival. "Mon, I don't eat anyt'ing unless it's in barbecue sauce and has been slow cooked!" He jumps after Vyle, attempting to grab him with his hands and throw him out of the warehouse through the open loading dock door, right past where his thugs struggle with the Shadaloo grunts.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Damnd's Quick Throw.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Damnd
Thankfully, Vyle is still spry enough that he's able to drop down out of the way of those grabbing arms, sliding to the ground off those crates and through Damnd's legs. "Slow kick your ass," he sneers, before he whips up a leg from his prone position, trying to slam the toe directly into the small of Damnd's back.
COMBATSYS: Damnd blocks Vyle's Light Kick.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Damnd
Damnd smacks the kick aside with his hand, the meaty Jamaican raging like an angry bull. "Hahahaha, like little girl! I like you, dickhead racist! You don't give up, even when you outclassed!" He attempts to rocket right into Vyle's face with yet another somersault, trying to pummel him against the crate behind him.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Damnd's Damnd Ball.
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Vyle 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Damnd
This time, Vyle doesn't try anything fancy when the somersault blast comes. He stands his ground, turning his body and meeting the Damnd Ball with his shoulder to try and blunt off some of the blow. He manages to spin into it, but it still does a nasty number to him as he pivots away. "NNghh....class is over, you stupid dreaded dip****....and you ..."
With one last burst, he chargse in on Damnd, trying to drive him down with a desperate diving tackle. "FAILED!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Damnd with Outbreaker.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Damnd
Damnd gets pinned beneath Vyle, grunting. "You rat bastard! I'm gonna kill you!" With one final surge of rage and fury, he attempts to grab Vyle by the neck, lift him up over him, then bring the two of them to the ground, where Damnd collapses from exhaustion.
With that tackle scored, Vyle immediately snaps up, grabbing Damnd's legs and powering over the big man into a harshly angled Boston Crab. "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY OFFICE!!" he screams, before rising up, leaping toward the ceiling with the gangster still in tow. Hooking his toes onto the meaty shoulders of the dreadlocked man, he flips over once...twice...before landing, depositing Damnd straight on his face and cinching the Boston Crab in even more for insult with the help of gravity.
Damnd gets caught in the Boston Crab, his face wracked with a grimace of pain as he feels the world going dark. But Damnd doesn't give up yet - with that peculiar mix of anger and tenacity that makes Damnd go, he forces his way out of the hold, and attempts to grab Vyle by the neck. If he finds his purchase, he tosses the two of them at a wall, hopefully knocking them both out. "DIE YOU DUMB BASTARD!"
COMBATSYS: Damnd can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Damnd successfully hits Vyle with Super Guillotine Drop.
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The Shadaloo goon manages to contort Damnd into that special sort of submission hold, releasing it after keeping it hooked on for a good 10 seconds after impact. Breathing heavily, he groans and backs off. "That's what...you ****ing ge-" Of course, there's an uncharacteristic look of disbelieve on Vyle's face as the man rises up, dreads and all, and grabs him by the neck. "Grkrkk...." Carried off, the two of them slam into the near wall, again almost causing more merchandise to avalanche over both of their underlings. The crunch is sickening, and Vyle probably took the worst of it....but still, despite it all, he stirs.
"You....bas...." he groans, trying to push himself up off the ground shakily. "Kill them, you id..." And then....
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
*FLomp* He falls unconscious.
The two remaining thugs of Damnd's that haven't been killed see their leader fall, and rush over to him. They grab him by the shoulders, and drag him out as fastly as possible, probably until he wakes up and he gives them some extra money - both for saving him, and dealing with a situation he didn't hire them for, that being a full blown firefight.
The Shadaloo thugs manage to drive the rest of the thugs away with their leader, though they're left with 3 bodies to dispose of...and a couple more to tend or bury themselves. Vyle...well, he'll be a while in coming to after that struggle.
Of course, Damnd might be gracious for his gang's save, but Vyle and Shadaloo...they'll be a little less happy with things afterwards. And rather suddenly, the next morning, Baker Imports would suddenly go on the Real Estate market, the inventory within having been suddenly cleaned out over the night.
Log created on 16:20:32 04/28/2012 by Vyle, and last modified on 20:02:07 04/28/2012.