Description: Lucha Lives! If only for one night, Metro City hosts the masked marvel of the ring that is El Fuerte, as he faces down the venomous Vyle in hopes of proving that, in spite of scandal, the spirit of Lucha burns on strong! (Winner: El Fuerte)
Screw rules and regulations! Metro City and by extension, Slam Masters may have outlawed Lucha Libre, but it has not, nor will it be able to, ban SNF from happening. Lucha Libre was still well and alive in the heart of Metro City, no matter whatever the so called 'Man that Hell Spat Out' Duke had to say. It would take more than the entire Legions of Hell to stop Lucha Libre!
That much, El Fuerte knew all too well.
Far from being so petty, or ingenious enough, to turn this SNF into a publicity stunt to promote Lucha Libre rights back into the city. El Fuerte just comes to do what he does best; and no sadly for him it's not cooking. He's just here to Flying Giga Busta' faces into the ground and stomp their heads in whilst singing praises to true Mexican Lucha Libre.
The luchador appears running, a state in which he's often seen doing, dashing with blurring speed towards the ring, where he frontal flips his way before catapulting himself with a single graceful lip inside. Landing on his feet, palms up to address the crowd, a cheerful grin on his face.
"FUERTE! FUERTE! FUERTE! FUERTE!"
The cheers of the crowd wash away any problems that may be clouding the luchador's mind, just as they always did. He was in his element now, Lucha Libre being banned? Didn't matter. His thorough trashing at the hands of Athena? Didn't matter. Duke terrorizing the streets of Metro City? Didn't matter! The fact that he could never set foot back on his homeland because it is a gang infested place where the corrupt profit and the innocent die by dozens every day? NONE OF IT MATTERS!
El Fuerte just keeps grinning and focuses on that which has always been there for him.
Lucha Libre.
It was time to put on a show.
"LUCHAAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! De dos a tres caidas!..."
El Fuerte lets the announcer go first in Spanish for the folks that will be watching this match in Telemundo and simply goes to stretch on the ropes a little. He has heard that his opponent, this rudo Vyle, likes to do a lot of trash talk on the mic first. But when offered to say something to the crowd El Fuerte just turns it down and starts doing laps. He's not WCW or nWo, Luchadores don't trash talk, they just lucha your face off.
Before Fuerte can get too far into firing up the crowd, hungry for Lucha and flaunting the soft ban on the 'sport', the ilghts go down. "And his opponent...."
o/` EVERYBODY (Come on!) IF YOU WITH IT (Come on!) IF YOU 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...).... IT'S LIKE... o/`
Purple and Green spots strobe around the arena as the theme pumps, and boos replace the cheers. Oh, this crowd knows who this is. Even years out of the sport, his profile on the fighting circuit is enough to keep the hate for him strong. And when he surges onto that stage, the boos just rain down all the harder.
Now, Vyle may be a Rudo by trade, but that doesn't mean he can't do things out of the style either. And if representing the anti-Lucha in this fight is gonna get that heat? Then by all means, he'll do it. Even so far as to slide into the ring as the lights continue to strobe about, and call for a mic. Lights come back up, his music cuts off, and the purple and green wrestler just stares around the crowd, soaking in the "YOU SUCK YOU SUCK!" chants mingled along with the "VIVA FUERTE!" chants. And to this...he says three words.
"**** LUCHA LIBRE!!!" The mic drops, his arms spread out, and he simply soaks in the hate, laughing the whole while.
Oh the BOOING is just staggering after Vyle's unsporting performance, the entire stadium trembles with the outrage of the fans. The fight has not even started and the crowd is already throwing all kind of filth into the arena, soda cans, nachos, shoes, anything they can get their hands us is a good improvised projectile, which is only fortunate that all the sledgehammers, chairs and the likes are down out of reach of them.
"That's Vyle for you ladies and gentlemen! First thing that comes out of his mouth and the crowd is already reeling with hate! I think we may a riot in our hands if someone doesn't something soon!!"
Strangely, even though the stadium is drowned in deafening cries of anger, there is one person that remains silent.
El Fuerte rests his back on the ropes, his gaze slowly raising to see Vyle there, laughing, soaking in the fury of the crowd. But he... he is not smiling anymore.
Right now, El Fuerte is one pissed off Mexican.
"You.." He points with silent violence in his normally cheerful eyes. "You're dead meat, ese." Says he making a cut throat motion as the bell signals the start of the fight.
And this guy is supposed to be a face? Maybe he hanged out with Mick MURDERHOUSE for too long.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Vyle
That's definitely Vyle. And while he's probably bitten off more than he can chew with the deathly out-of-character demeanor of Fuerte, he doesn't seem to care. He seems to embrace it, even as he ducks various thrown debris. Too bad nothing of use that he can crack a fool upside the head with.
Still, he soaks it all in, hands gesturing like a maestro as if trying to elicit even more heat. And then...he turns over to Fuerte, seeing his cutthroat gesture. "Wowwwww....touchy, are we? Then again, shooting up kinda does that, doesn't it?" he taunts, thankfully without the mic on the canvas picking it up. Imagine the riot if the crowd heard THAT! Satisfiedly, Vyle leans back into the ring ropes, slowly stretching them, and waiting for Fuerte to make his move. "C'mon....c'mon, I know you want to."
Don't flip out.
That's the Golden rule for El Fuerte, never give in to what the rudo says to you. He's out there to prove that Lucha Libre is the best fighting style in the world, even in sportsmanship. As a Face, he has the responsibility to be incorruptible. He's the person that people strive to be, he has to put a good example, show everyone that there are still things left in this world that are still holy. It may have been the reason why he went into Lucha Libre in the first place, to find something to cling while everything around him was collapsing, though we may never know that seeing as he's not saying.
But everyone has a breaking point, even the nice ones....and you know what they say about the nice ones.. "To even insinuate such a thing, even in jest!!" The outraged wrestler clenches his teeth, fingers curling into fists as he nearly trembles. Is it possible for El Fuerte to get possesed by the Dark Hadou?
"I'm gonna bust you up like a piņata!"
Maybe more like El Dark Hadou. El Fuerte charges directly at Vyle, doing a frontal flip first to gain momentum and descends down upon him aiming to strike him right in the face with a right downwards haymaker!
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks ElFuerte's Tostada Press.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Vyle
That twisting haymaker is something, even if it's a lot more brutal than your usual lucha. Sure, it had the flair, but none of the technical style of it. As Vyle leant back in the ropes, he saw Fuerte charge him so, using the ropes and his own arms to cushion the blow as much as possible. "Nnhh...something I say, cabron?" he asks, sneering evilly as he uses the tension of the ropes to vault back over Fuerte.
He doesn't go very far though, trying to turn the true tecnico around and....well...this is less Lucha and more Puro, but still, nothing says 'heel' like a gout of poison mist to the face, right?
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte blocks Vyle's Venom Breath.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle may be all lucha and might stick to lucha libre tactics only, even if said tactics are really dirty. However, almost ironically, El Fuerte is quite obviously mixing it up with other styles even if he's supposed to be the purist tecnico Luchador here. It may be the fact that he's just such a veteran of the SNF circuit and others that he just picked up a lot of tricks such as MMA fighting or even simple striking, more effective, techniques, a thing he has been showing lately in his previous fights. But whatever the reason, it will be quite clear to Vyle that El Fuerte isn't messing around and is quite clearly trying to hurt him in a way that may not be entirely lucha.
Still, El Fuerte would prefer to use his borrowed techniques a millions times over Vyle's rudo tactics. As he jumps away from the attack once it collided with Vyle's defenses, the luchador puts his arms up in a boxing guard and takes the poisonous fumes on his forearms. "No..." He says whilst peeking over his knuckles to spy at his opponent. "Something you did!"
The willy Luchador then dashes at Vyle with a running lariat, aiming to slam him against the ropes where he'll rebound and set him up for a better grapple.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges ElFuerte's Quick Throw.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle sneers as the cagy tecnico manages to get his forearms up in fromt of his blast, tchhing when most of it ends up on his arms rather than his face. "You know, if I knew insulting lucha got you this hot," he starts, before he's forced to duck under the sudden lariat, letting Fuerte's arm fly over his head. "I might have said something sooner!"
Not to overlook a chance, the mohawked rudo tries to rush the spicy luchador before he turns around again, hoping to catch the very arm that he had used to try adn take off Vyle's head. THe aim? Leap over the top rope with arm in tow and out onto the floor, aiming to jam up that arm something fierce over the rope.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte interrupts Improvised Throw from Vyle with Calamari Slide.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Vyle
Vyle might want to reconsider that.
When El Fuerte's arm gets grabbed as he was trying to go for the lariat, his masked visage begins to furrow even more. Not out of the fact that Vyle is clearly trying to snap his arm hard across the rope to put pressure on his joint (although that may have contributed a bit to it), but really because he's just not repenting for his actions. El Fuerte expects better, even from a rudo, Lucha Libre is not his sport, or Vyle's sport, it's everyone's sport! And he shouldn't joke about that, even if it's just an act.
El Fuerte is so irritated about his attitude that rather than twist away from the grip as he would normally do, he does something that is unexpected of the dodgy grappler.
He actually curls his remarkably muscled arm and PULLS Vyle directly towards him keeping him from reaching the floor outside the ring.
"You really want to handle this kind of heat, puto!?" El Fuerte grabs Vyle by both sides of his face and SLAMS his forehead on the Rudo's nose. "It may be getting too caliente for you, seņor Vyle!!" Says the luchador as he grabs Vyle by his mohawk and RAMS his face on the closest turnbuckle so he can fall gracelessly off the ring.
The crowd?
It's going wild.
"Make him bleed Fuerte!! WOOOO!!"
Let's just say Mick would be proud.
It's definitely an impressive show of strength by Fuerte, and it's one that ends up costing Vyle dearly. Lifted back up before he can fully hyperextend the tecnico's arm over the rope, the rudo's eyes widen and stares back at his opponent in horror, just before the do is grabbed, and his nose slammed straight into the turnbuckle. Reeling, he falls straight off the apron, groaning as his vision starts to go blurry. "NHhmmhhh...."
Thankfully, all the best tricks of the trade are hidden under the ring, and underneath the skirt, it's easy for the woozy Vyle to sneak something out from underneath and wait. The moment Fuerte turns his back, perhaps to play to the crowd?
Then that's the moment that Vyle would slide back in the ring, trying to smash a kendo stick right across the back of his knees.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte blocks Vyle's Dirty Moves.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Vyle
"Gracias! Gracias!!"
This is more like the Fuerte we all know and love. As the resounding *KLANKG* sound of dirty rudo face meeting turnbuckle steel is heard, the crowd being to chant El Fuerte's name causing him to raises his arms up in victory, flexing for the crowd and make a couple of poses for the entertainment of all.
And this is the moment where Vyle decides to strike, only a faithful fan with a loud voice being able to save him.
"Look out!! Fuerte!!"
The luchador hears a cry of warning amongst the clamors of the crowd, managing to turn just in time to see Vyle swing a bokken at his legs. "HRG!" The wrestler can't do anything but turn and raise one leg defensively, taking the blunt object on the shin where it hurts him anyway, but not as much as taking it behind his knees.
Scowling, El Fuerte swings a right hook at Vyle's face when he's over extended "HRAA!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks ElFuerte's Quick Punch.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Vyle
Figures a fan would get involved and let Fuerte in on the secret. Grumbling as he's unable to get the shot in on the back of Fuerte's knee like planned, Vyle is forced to throw the waepon away and deal with the tecnico's counter attack. Gritting his teeth, he brings an arm up to redirect the punch the best he can, avoiding the worst as it clips his shoulder rather than his jaw. "NNhhh...."
In close, there's not many options here. He could back up and get some room for something creative, he could lift Fuerte up and toss him around...or he could try something a bit meaner. Meaner like trying to stab a knife-hand thrust straight into Fuerte's's stomach, an ugly green glow around those fingertips as he tries to jab them forward into the Tecnico's gut. Not showy enough for the cameras, mind, but hey...it's not Lucha either! So HE'S not going to be the one dealing with the local crime lord after this is done...
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Vyle's Injector.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Vyle
As El Fuerte's fist connects with a defensive arm, he keeps moving. Moving is good, if he's moving there's less chances of Vyle hitting him with random weapons, it is what separates true Luchadores from just regular old wrestlers. All that foot work is not something a all brawns and no brains grappler could understand, they just want to go in through the front door, Luchadores know how to get in from freaking everywhere because sometimes the front isn't always the best option.
Case in point, Vyle extends a glowing spear hand of poison towards Fuerte and he slaps the hand away before it connects. "Nope!!" He snerks and bounces away, slightly concerned at the green goop that now coats his hand...curious enough to lick it, much to the horror of the audience.
EEEEEEEW!!
"Hmm..needs salt!" Considering the stuff he eats in a regular base, it's no wonder that honest too goodness poison has no effect on Fuerte, some of his dishes are probably even more toxic than the stuff Vyle spits.
El Fuerte will deal with a local crime lord and he does not care, he runs directly at Vyle again and leaps at him with a flying double kick directly for the chest!
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges ElFuerte's Quesadilla Bomb.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Vyle
....ok, now that was just insulting. Tht was Vyle's own special brand of poison, combined with what little energy projection he was capable of, and it was just...licked off like sauce? What? Seriously? Oh hell no, that's just not something that he can stand for. Few things short of being totally ignored can get Vyle irritated. Maybe not like Fuerte was at the beginning of the match, but pretty dang steamed.
So when Fuerte charges at him and tries to drop kick him in a straight charge, the rudo pivots out of the way, scrambling and searching underneath the ring again. This time, he pulls out one of the ooooollld staples, the folding chair. And rather than just swing it at Fuerte, he springboards off the top rope with chair in hand, trying to body press the thing straight into his face. "EAT STEEL THEN YOU ****ING HACK!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits ElFuerte with Dirty Moves.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Vyle
Aaah, we meet again folding chair.
*KLANG!* "Ow!" Honestly, El Fuerte has been hit by folding chairs so many times now that he has probably built up an immunity to them. It's like the poison, you eat enough it and your stomach just goes 'eh' whenever it receives it.
Granted, the blow does still hurt, any blunt force to head will unless you're some kind of deranged super human. However, as Fuerte starts to step back and throw his arms up to deflect the blow, taking the hit in the nogging anyway, he doesn't look as staggered as one would after getting hit with a chair.
Perhaps the reason why many claim that wrestling is fake, if only they knew that it only looks like it doesn't hurt because luchadores just have incredible endurance like that.
"Getting pretty fired up, ey hermano!?" El Fuerte grins fiercely now that he notices Vyle is mad. Doesn't feel good when it happens to you does it? El Fuerte holds his ground, heaving both the chair and Vyle up with a military press. Lifting them both, he turns slightly to aim and hurls the rudo out of the arena so that longer drop amplifies the damage.
"HUAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Quick Throw from ElFuerte with Antidote.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Vyle
The ring of skull meeting steel rnigs out through the arena, the sound unmistakable, as is the sound of the ring and canvas clattering after Vyle's landing. Sneering, he readies the chair for another shot....but before he gets a chance, he ends up suddenly pressed in a power move not usually seen from wrestlers their size...especially considering that Vyle actually outweighs Fuerte by a couple dozen pounds.
But it doesn't seem to matter, as the tecnico's show of power is enough to clear Vyle up into the air, panic setting in on the rudo's face right up until he's flung clean out of the ring. Legs flail, until that unceremonious drop to the floor, the clatter of the chair as it crashes onto the floor, followed by a less...appealing sound when flesh and bone follow soon after.
All those muscles aren't just for show you know?
Though El Fuerte is a pretty short, light weighted guy he lifts people double his size all the time like Hugo. Logic will state that if he can light such a giant with ease, Vyle would present no problem. After all his name does mean The Strong One in Spanish, he might as well live up to his reputation.
Vyle's crash onto the ground out of the arena couldn't be more foreboding. Everyone knows what happens to wrestlers that get tossed out of the ring and with such a high flying loco such as El Fuerte, the next move is almost painfully predictable for the crowd.
But they love it anyway, I mean who gets tired of seeing this? Not any sane person for sure.
El Fuerte dashes to the other side of the ring where he bounces. Picking up speed, the crazed luchador leaps directly towards the ropes where he does a high flying double frontal flip and aims to body slam Vyle while he's on the ground!!
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks ElFuerte's Tostada Press.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Vyle
Now THIS is Lucha.
OF course, the very fact that it's typical Lucha is probably the only thing that gives Vyle insight as to what's coming next. When Fuerte charges the opposite ropes, then bounds over the top toward the sickly-colored wrestler, Vyle is able to catch him, backing up into the barricades with all that momentum. Sure, it hurts, both the collision and the fall back into the barricades, but less than if he got completely slammed into the ground by the press. "UGhnnnnghh..." Groaning, he tries to shove Fuerte aside, trying to back away and get some room to breath. The match is seriously taking its toll on him, and right now...well, he needs to regain his footing.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Vyle
WOO!!
Man, doing that never gets old. Even if Vyle is able to catch him and cushion the blow, El Fuerte still has big ol' grin plastered on his face. /This/ is why he loves lucha libre, and /this/ is why it's not only the best sport in the planet, but also the best fighting style. Although he also looks quite winded after the high flying crash, the luchador jumps out of the way when Vyle shoves him, doing a few back flips just to show off his dexterity and lands a few feet away. Hands on his hips, screaming fans reaching out to try and touch him as he motions Vyle to come closer.
"Vamos!!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte gains composure.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Vyle
With the fight stalled as both of them catch a breather and/or play for the crowd, it seems like it's up to Vyle to press the action again. Glowering, the rudo cracks his neck a little and makes his way forward on Fuerte. "Vamos straight up your ass," he sneers.
Then, with a sharp dash, he charges toward Fuerte, trying to swing his legs up to try and wrap around the tecnico's head, then swing around to send him straight into the barricades, face first if he can help it.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte interrupts Strong Throw from Vyle with Calamari Slide.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Vyle
El Fuerte's grin widens when at last Vyle shows some actual sportsmanship and attacks him with a proper Lucha technique. This earns him the Luchador's forgiveness, but it also means that once Vyle forsakes his arsenal of dirty moves to engage Fuerte like a proper wrestler, this means he is now playing the Mexican's game, and everybody knows there are no better wrestlers than Mexicans.
El Fuerte's neck gets grabbed by Vyle's feet alright, however as he is getting swung to the side when the rudo attempts to smash him face first against the barricades, the tecnico grabs hold of the mohawked fighter's legs and flicks him at the barricades instead back first.
Where Vyle gets restrained by fans grabbing him from behind!
Karma is a bitch.
"Your ass! Hijo de su puta madre!!" El Fuerte cusses Vyle out with a few Spanish swear words and follows up his insults with fists. Slugging Vyle across the face first with a left cross followed up by a kick to the stomach at which point the fans release the annoying rudo, letting him slump on the floor.
You know, this is part of why sticking to proper sportsmanship just isn't worth it somedays. Sure, Vyle has the chops to be a proper tecnico if he really wanted. Hell, even in normal fights, he tends to be all over the place. But proper technique often has the weakness of proper counters, and that's what Fuerte shows by holding on tight and backing up into the barricades to smash Vyle into them before he can complete the turn. And then a fan grabs onto him and keeps him there with the outside interference while Fuerte tees off on him! How is that fair?!
Finally, after that kick to the gut, he's released slumping to the ground...and like a cockroach, he skitters away low, trying to crawl away and turn about with his body as low to the ground as possible. Even if he looks worse for the wear and obviously on the losing end of things, he doesn't seem ready to concede anything either.
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Vyle
The difference between a Tecnico and a Face is mostly brutality. Whereas a Face might only stick to proper techniques, Lucha Libre has always been shown as far more violent than regular wrestling, a Tecnico will gleefully mix things up by doing a proper technique first then follow it up by a total balls to the wall move such as tossing the Rudo towards the blood thirsty fans so they can hold him down. Yet another reason why Lucha Libre is superior to all others, it doesn't try to hide from what it really is; Wrestling at it's craziest.
The crowd laughs wildly as Vyle begins to crawl away like a cockroach, a reaction that feels them with glee after all the sacrilege he was saying about Lucha Libre earlier.
El Fuerte stays close to him, following him as he tries to crawl away and aims to kick him in the rear!
Clearly another crowd pleasing move.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Light Kick from ElFuerte with Relapse.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Vyle
The laughs die down when Vyle's cucaracha act is revealed for what it really was, however. As soon as Fuerte tries to kick him in the butt? Well, Vyle reveals himself as not a cockroach, but a Cobra, springing up and suddenly snapping straight into Fuerete's face with a spinning back heel kick from that near-flat position. The crowd quickly goes from mocking laughter to sympathetic pain as the shot sends the tecnico into the air.
And from there? Well, that flat state earlier also gave Vyle the perfect position to vault off the ground from that kick and follow after Fuerte. As he gets in close, an arm wraps around the luchador's head and neck, the other grabbing for the waist of his pants before both of them drop. THe result is a guided descent into a vicious brainbuster sending Fuerte's head straight into the apron, while Vyle himself ends up dropping back onto the floor outside the ring.
And for good measure, Vyle uses the moment after landing to give a rather...obscene gestures to the front row, particuarly the pissant who had held him down.
Agh, well! Sometimes pleasing the crowd back fires! El Fuerte's eyes widen when Vyle proves he has the speed of a luchador by moving out of the way catching him with a sneaky round house kick to the jaw! "Oof!" The Mexican luchador grunts as he is sent skywards. Suddenly his world is turned upside down and he careens downwards skull first into the unforgiven floor, smashing hard into it as he falls on his back, the crowd surely booing as the tecnico gets counter smashed when he supposedly had Vyle on the ropes.
The fans at the front road pull back in terror when Vyle looks about ready to jump over the barricade and attack them for their interference. With El Fuerte down there's nobody that can save them from the rudo's wrath!
This is why El Fuerte gets back up.
"Ey Pendejo!" A loud cheer from the crowd announces the Luchador's recovery, who immediately goes into the offensive again, crash landing against Vyle's back to wrap his muscled arms around his hips to return the favor and smash his head in with a supplex!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Vyle with El Fuerte Spark.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Vyle
The crowd is...cheering. That's...not a good sign. When they cheer AFTER you insult them, that usually means whoever you're fighting just got up behind your back. Vyle is savvy enough to recognize this when he sees it. But just because you see it doesn't mean you can stop it. Sure, the rudo tries to turn around, but the arms catch his waist before he can, and the long trip UP....then the long trip DOWN comes, and Vyle ends up crashing into the ground with a suplex that somehow seems to look even worse than the flashy brainbuster he smashed Fuerte with. Landing straight on his neck at that.
Sprawled out, Vyle looks like he's completely down for the count, flopped over face down and unmoving after the concrete suplex. The crowd roars to life, cheering as if victory was assured for Fuerte. Still...the Luchador moved, ever so slightly, while the crowd focused on celebrating the hero's ascent. Then...with a push up, Vyle sprung to life...well...'sprung' is a strong word, considering how much effort it took him just to lift his head up from the ground. But up he is...and rather than a curse, a gush of something...well, rather ugly looking spews forth from his mouth. It looks like the same mist he had tried before, but...this seemed different. Less poisonous and noxious, and more...energetic and searing.
COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte blocks Vyle's True Venom.
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Unfortunately, that was as much as Vyle could get out, before he finally falls back to the ground again, this time for good.
Not even El Fuerte's cooking can compare to that!
"Madre De Dios!!" The luchador gives a little jump backwards when, after managing to smash Vyle with a supplex, the rudo pries his head off from the ground and...vomits all over Fuerte!? "GAAAAH!!" Even the announcers cry in horror as that sickly goopy substance explodes out of Vyle's mouth and sails directly for the luchador. Fuerte is too stricken by the smell to try and get out of the way..he just looks at it in horror and...
Picks up the folded chair Vyle had used to hit him before to block it.
Poor chair probably didn't deserve that, it starts to melt in contact and El Fuerte tosses it away before it gets to his fingers.
However, now that Vyle is down for real this time, El Fuerte casually walks towards him, rolling him over on his back and places a foot on the rudo's chest.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!!"
*DING DING DING!*
Yes, Lucha Libre is well and alive in Metro City, and after such a match, El Fuerte knows that no matter what any Drug Lord attempts to try and silence the sport, it will never be enough to stop true Lucha Libre Mexicana.
Unfortunately, Vyle really can't do anything to stop the pin. That gout of violent mist blocked by the chair was his last gasp, and...well, soon as he's rolled over onto his back, that's all she wrote. He doesn't even get a chance to hear the result of the match and probably won't be coming to again until well in the back at this rate.
Karma has its way, but Lucha does too, it seems.
Log created on 21:46:45 05/08/2012 by Vyle, and last modified on 09:14:25 05/10/2012.