Description: Jezebel and Roland fight over the right to be sponsered. Munin is the only winner. (Outcome: DKO)
Chicago. Rail Yard. Saturday Night.
The remains of a century and a half of shipping looms in the heart of the Windy City. One of the largest rail yards in whole of the United States, despite its modern renovations, it never truly shakes it's ancient history within the states. By one of the great, metal-sided shipping warehouses is where the crew was set up for the Saturday Night fight. Bright floodlights were set up around the fighting ring, where at least six cameras are circles around the concrete shipping floor. Towards the north and south side of the ring are a trio of train tracks, ready to receive a variety of goods, people, and hobos to countless locations across the United States.
But tonight, there was a fight to be had.
The large building of the warehouse is where the pre-show material is set up. Spare Equipment, medical staff, and the rest of the crew are tucked away in this brightly lit room, out of sight of the fighting ring. It is here where Lightning Spangles sits before a mirror, as makeup is hastily applied. Her agent, a round-looking Chinese man, mutters to her, checking off on a clipboard. Lightning Spangles, as the last of the blush is placed on her, nods as her agents rattles off the products tonight. The cowgirl finally gets her white cowboy hat fixed on her head, and rises up from her vanity mirror. Turning around, she puts on the biggest, brightest grin she can muster. Eyes bright, guns in the belt, and her blue jeans snug, she begins to head out of the warehouse... with one last word to her agent.
"Alright, Chen, I'll promise I'll win this time!"
Trains, trains, trains.
Okay, Roland actually likes them. He had a toy set when he was a child, and would get rather obssessed with creating little worlds for the tracks to circle. It's a minor hobby, but a nostalgic one in his adult life. Still, he has a smarmy attitude to keep up. The opposing cowboy has turned up fifteen minutes late, to the chagrin of the Saturday Night Fight staff. Made all the worse, he simply migrates into the track without getting the proper pre-fight setups done, puffing heavily on a clove cigarette.
A producer is hassling him, before being shoved away somewhat lazily. "Quiet down, will you? I managed to arrive on time, that's what matters..." His red eyes blink blearily at the following tirade directed at him. "Huh? I didn't? Oh... wow. I thought I was an hour early. Good thing I got the time wrong, eh?" He begins to laugh heavily while being further hassled, settled on the opposite side of the makeshift ring as Jezebel.
As Lightning Spangles falls into place across from Roland, the heels of her cowboy boots clacking with every step. Several of the crew pours out from the warehouse, hiding out of sight as Lightning Spangle inspects her opponent. Long. Tan. American. And damn rugged. She lets out a long wolf-whistle, before calling out to the man with a thick drawl.
"Well, howdy, pardner~"
Lightning Spangles waves at Roland, letting out a wink. She LIKED themed fights. Hopefully, Roland would be playing the part. Though the getup is more black hat than white hat. Maybe gritty anti-hero? Lightning Spangle's smile and bright eyes seem to almost gush out as she continues to call out to Roland, one hand on her hip. "Looks like we have a real western rumble right down here in the Windy City, don't we? I don't mind if you getting cowboy on me, handsome..."
"As long as you don't mind me going cowgirl on you~"
The cowgirl places a hand on her hips, and takes a glance up at the track above them. Hopefully, a train won't come in. The rumble and the clickity clack might mess with her dialogue. Looking over at the producers, she sees the signal. The count down. Lightning Spangles drops into her fighting stance, throwing up her fists, while bobbing on her heels. Typical Tae Kwon Do, much like Kim Kaphwan himself... except possibly without the handjob to the invisible giant. As the countdown comes, she was running the numbers in her head. 3. 2. 1.
Showtime.
Not much attention was paid to who his opponent might be. Then again, SNF was just a check to be cashed, taken to Vegas, tripled, then lost for the ultimate adrenaline rush in the VIP area. Money can most certainly buy happiness, if you aren't interested in material possessions and instead the thrill of the chase. So he simply stares at Jezebel, puffing at his cigarette while eyes roll down and up her frame with a detached familiarity.
"..." He's not really sure the best way to respond here. He is actually nothing like a cowboy at all, outside the 5 o'clock shadow, hat, and duster-like trenchcoat. "I reckon this won't be boring." he finally drawls. And it's a pretty good accent, really. His cigarette is flicked aside, trenchcoat swishing back with a brush of his hands to allow his legs better motion.
His stance looks like someone who's about to get badly beaten up, if Jezebel is an experienced fighter. This is not someone who has much in the way of practical teaching, after all. But this is highly misleading; Roland has been using his anything-goes techniques for years, and has adapted uniquely to it...
"Ladies' first." Beckon, beckon!
COMBATSYS: Roland has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Roland takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Jezebel has joined the fight here.
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The Cameras are rolling.
And the change that comes over Lightning Spangles is.... a little more family friendly. Looking right at the camera, she tips her hat, and gives a wink as she keeps that smile glowing "Well hoooooowdy y'all! I'm Lightning Spangles, the All-American Heroine! And it's time for the Saturday Night Fight! We are down here at the Train Yards of Chicago, where I'm matched up against a modern cowpoke. I'd like to give a little Yee-Haw to our sponsors tonight."
Lightning Spangles suddenly flattens a palm out, as if she is holding a small logo in the air.
Naturally, in the field, this makes no sense. But for the viewers at home, they can get the full glimpse as each of the sponsors appear above her palm. "I'm giving a little shoutout to Masters Corporation! Pepsi-Cola! And of course, viewers like you, for making every Saturday Night a real party for us!" Giving a thumbs up, she pivots over, flashing a gaze right to Roland.
Ladies first.
"Alright, cowboy, lets get this on!" Comes the plea, as she belts across the ring, running towards Roland at a brisk speed. Finally closing in on the man, she suddenly stops her advance, falling back with a snap kick with her right leg towards the man chest. Keeping the leg up, she swings it hard for another kick, before snapping over to the left leg for a round house kick to the torso. She finishes the combo with another change up, bringing around a finishing roundhouse right for Roland's head.
"YEE HAW!"
COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Roland with Quick and the Dead.
Glancing Blow
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Family friendly? Oh boy. Someone is going to get fired for not looking at Roland's file if they believe that will be the case here. He is certainly going to be the villain, that much is certain. "Jeez, do you get paid more for saying that?" he mumbles at the cowgirl, muffling his microphone with a hand for a moment first. He does turn his attention on the fight itself, jumping lightly from foot to foot with his hands hefted up. The first is twisted away from, and the second, but his solid stance turns out to be his bane. The roundhouse thumps him dead center, causing him to stagger away with a grunt of pain. And then he offers, matter of factly, "Draw." A revolver is pulled out from his jacket, and a loud BANG! follows. It actually /is/ a solid makeshift projectile; no bullet, but one wouldn't want to get pelted by it. See? He brought his own props after all!
COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks Roland's Thrown Object.
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Roland 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Jezebel
Does she get paid for saying that?
Why, yes!
Lightning Spangles gets paid quite a bit for that. There is no shame selling out! The first two kicks are evaded easily enough by Roland. But Lightning Spangles flashy kicks were the roundhouse. As both of the kick land true.
A draw.
Lightning Spangles suddenly steps back, throwing a hand to her own gun belt. Drawing one of the revolvers out, she suddenly moves that hand across, right in the path of the incoming projectile. Roland can see very clearly that she wasn't trying to quick draw the man, but to set it up for what was about to happen: The 'bullet' hits her right in the blocking hand, knocking the gun clean from it.
"GAH!"
The gun goes flying in the air, as Lightning Spangles stumbles back, clutching her hand. "So you bring a gun right to a fist fight! You rotten scoundrel, and to think I thought you would have been a gentleman!" Stomping her foot, she keeps chewing the scenery as she brings a hand to the other gun to her hip. Bringing it up, she aims it right at Roland. "I ought to shoot you right down where you stand, Roland! But the lord all mighty, I'm above such dang acts of unrighteous nastiness."
And Lightning Spangles toss the fake gun aside.
Throwing up her fists, she seems to be focusing her energy, staring down Roland as the passion builds in her heart. "Listen here. I'm going to keep my spirits high, my heart burning, and above all, I will do the right thing. This is a Saturday Night Fight, and as god as my witness, I am going to fight clean. Hand and foot. Completely unarmed. You can keep your gun, cowboy. But only a coward would shoot an unarmed woman. So what are you going to be?" She announces, a fiery light building on her body as she watches Roland, eyes shining.
"A man or a mouse?"
COMBATSYS: Jezebel gathers her will.
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The sound of a train whistle can be heard in the distance, as one seems to be approaching the station from somewhere. The ground begins to rumble a bit, even through the constructed arena......
"I agreed to a fight, girl. Not a fist fight. Besides, you started out tryin' to kick me. And I sure as HELL ain't no gentleman." Roland tosses his own gun away, but only since it's only good for a single shot. Shoulders roll slowly, before he once more takes up his stance. "Man or a mouse, huh? I'm neither, doll. I'm a no good jackal!" With that, he suddenly flicks off his hat, catching it by the brim. Yanking a hidden wire, a blade erupts out of the heavy brim. Before he snaps it out, sending it spiraling madly in Jezebel's direction!! The ground is rumbling, but that's probably just the exuded sexy energy resonating through the ground, right...?
COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks Roland's Blackjack.
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A darn good jackal.
Lightning Spangles keeps her focus on the man, her energy still high. Roland was turning more and more into a black hat, or at least an anti-hero. She had to play against that. Scowling at the man, she looks disgusted as he talks about FIGHTING dirty. She is about to say something, when she catches something with her ears.
And then, her eyes cast up.
The howl of the whistle, as well as the clickity clack, told Jezebel that she didn't have much more time. As the hat is launched, she seems to see it as a feint. Effortlessly, she reaches out to deflect the hat with her hands. The was easy. The blade, however, was more of a problem. As she feels the cut, she immediately recoils, twisting her body away from the blade. Her palm was cut, yes, but she was minimizing the depth of the wound, she turns it into a grazing cut. Roland was keeping her suppressed.
So she had to step it up.
Bolting back towards Roland, she keeps smiling. "Watch that language! Cowboys are supposed to be clean!" She calls out, the fiery chi trailing after her. Closing in on Roland, she reaches out for the man. "And if you a jackal...." She begins, attempting to grab him by the trenchcoat. If successful, she will begin to transfer her energy over into Roland, lighting him up with red chi. Digging both feet into him, she would roll backwards, and with a sharp push, launch him right for the train tracks...
Where he would erupt in a red firework blast as he strikes it.
COMBATSYS: Munin has joined the fight here.
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The rumbling gets stronger, and the sound of the train approaching becomes louder, steadily. Then, from around the corner about 600 feet away, a train comes around the bend, right towards the arena in which the western warriors are fighting! Tied to the base of the front of the train is an obnoxious female manniquin in an old-west-style dress, for humerous irony.
Unfortunately for the fighters, it doesn't slow down a bit as it follows the track, slamming into, and smashing a furrow through, the ring. There is the potential it may also strike one of the combatants, should they not get out of the way in time! As the last car passes, a shadowy figure standing on the last car leaps into the air, landing on the edge of one of the 2 remaining triangular ring sections.
Being the chaos agent for the match, and seeing the info on the two combatants, Munin has dressed for the fight. She's also, judging from the small ear bud shes wearing, been listening to their banter. She's dressed in her Browncoat duster from the match with Vyle, black jeans, cowboy boots of her own, a normal dark blue shirt, and to top it off, a cowboy hat! As she looks up at them from the landing, the brim casts a shadow over the top of her face, darkness through which her glowing purple eyes can be seen, narrowed evily as she says "It's howdy-doody time, kiddies..... the bad lass is here".
She grins devilishly, and with a flick, a shortsword is ejected from her sleeve and into her hand, sharpened and ready to go!
COMBATSYS: Roland dodges Munin's Huge Random Weapon.
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COMBATSYS: Roland instinctively dodges Jezebel's Good Bad and Ugly EX.
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Oh, yes. Roland makes a perfect anti-hero. He's not actually that sadistic or violent, which means that the crowd can like him and his crazy antics. "I'm a modern cowboy, if anything! And that means... Dear god, what the--" He manages to hurl himself away from the train with ease, shimmering with green energy. In the same motion, Jezebel finds herself thumping onto the tracks herself, all the worse given that's right in the path of the train! Before he fans out some cards, grinning in an evil fashion. "You're gonna have to do a lot better'n that... I might not be much of a fighter, but I've got enough experience to fill a deck of cards!" Green chi flows out and whirls over the metal playing cards, before he hurls them out towards Jezebel. Each would explode with a surprisingly solid BANG! on impact, either with her or somewhere else in the area!!
COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks Munin's Huge Random Weapon.
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COMBATSYS: Jezebel endures Roland's Dead Man's Hand.
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That was a train.
"Watch out!" Came the cry from Lightning Spangles. As she runs away to dodge, she suddenly stops. Right in the path of the explosion, thanks to one of the stage hands, was a small, white bunny rabbit, trembling. "Oh no!" Came the cry from the cowgirl. Leaping right for the path of the train, she tumbles past it at the last second, scooping up the bunny rabbit. The train clips her, knocking her into a roll across the ground. It hurt, yes. But it was all part of the show. The train continues to drive through the yard, clear of the crew of course, the contents of the cars exploding out on the arena. As she rises up, to release the bunny rabbit back to the crew, she turns around. A great groan from the car moans....
And finally erupts with the signature product of the evening.
Exploding out across the ring, the thick, black substance seems to pop and hiss. Despite it's carbonated consistency, it was gelatinous. Lightning Spangles is covered with the substance, covering her from head to toe. Blinking, she looks at the crew.
And then, Lightning Spangles gets her cue.
"Woooooo-wee! Looks like Munin here got a somethin' a bubblin'! Did you strike Texas Tea? Black Gold? Oil!?" Lightning Spangles digs a finger into the mess, scooping up a finger of it, before sticking it into her mouth. Smacking her lips, she just smiles. "YEE-HAAAAW! Why, it's Pepsi's newest product, Pepsi Puddin'! All the great taste of pepsi, right in the form of jello shots! I can feel it give me a whole new burst of energy!" Lightning Spangles flexes her arms, which seem to bulge with power. "It looks like it is time for my world famous move!" Lowering down, she watches as the cards come. Body building with energy, she roars out the incoming attack as the cards come. "WHERE EAGLES DAR-" She is cut short as the cards strike her right in the chest....
Exploding her top.
Brassiere exposed, Lightning Spangles turns bright red as she refuses to lose this opportunity. It HURT, no doubt about it. But the show MUST go on. Bent over, she explodes through the hanging smoke and lingering energy. Spinning like a drill through the air, her body was wreathed with yellow, red, and violet energy. Attempting to sweep up Roland, whether she sweeps him up or not with the whirling energy doesn't matter. When she unleashes the first kick, an pop of yellow fireworks will be unleashed. As the second and third aerial kicks are brought about, a red and purple explosion of fireworks will be unleashed. An overwhelming powerful attack, and overwhelming flashy. But ultimately, Jezebel would finish the move by tumbling down with Roland.
And pinning him down in the Jello'd Pepsi.
Munin, for her part, watches the soda ad with veiled annoyance. Ad placement in a fight? COME on..... not giving her a cut of being involved, either.
In any case, she IS here for a fight after all, and as Jez goes after Roland, she figures 'why not?'. She swings her blade in an arc towards him, sending a cescent of shadowy chi towards him, while staying put where she is for the time being.
COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Roland with Where Eagles Dare.
>> Decisive Hit!! <<
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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COMBATSYS: Roland dodges Munin's Shadow Wave.
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Well, you see, Roland is a pretty normal guy overall. His flaws are numerous, but nothing is very extreme. That also means he's incredibly male. He always prides himself on not being too flabbergasted in an attractive woman's presence; he's good looking enough to not be self-conscious, after all. Now, hurling cards at Jezebel as she desperately saves a rabbit? That is completely normal. But blowing up her top in such a fashion... eyes are nowhere near her face, and quite wide. Almost as an afterthought, he tries to hurl himself backwards away from the brutal attack. But he's caught, and then kicked repeatedly in the midst of that chi tornado. Before flying away and crashing on the ground back first, rolling into a crumpled heap.
The shadow is nimbly leapt away from, Roland pulling his hat back into his hand with a sharp yank of hidden wire. It's plopped atop, coughing heavily from more then a little pain. "Ngh. Damn. That woke me up." he grumbles lightly, before he snaps his fingers to the crowd. "SHE WORE ME OUT. GIMME SOMETHING TO QUENCH..." Swish to face camera, thumb up. "MY THIRST."
A glass bottle of ice cool Pepsi spirals through the air in a listless arc. As if in slow motion, Roland leaps up to catch it by the neck. His thumb flicks off the cap, and as his listless arc takes him towards Jezebel, he guzzles a fizzy stream. But then glances down, and with a "GRRRAAAAAAH!!!" swings the glass bottle down, trying ot break it over her head.
THIRST QUENCHER.
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Jezebel with Small Random Weapon.
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Pinning Roland down, Lightning Spangles was still VERY embarrassed. It doesn't take long for her to rise off the man. Holding back, she is just about to unleash another HIGH KICK right for the man. Until he pulls out the Pepsi. Contractually, the actress stops. She had to let him finish the pitch. Readying a strike, she waits. Waaaaits. And then he turns....
And slams her right in the forehead with the bottle.
How UNPROFESSIONAL. Salvaging the embarrassment of a reaction, Lightning Spangles fumbles, attempt to turn the hit into something. ANYTHING. Maybe the cameras missed it. Stumbling over, she falls to her knees... to an icebox. Popping it open, a glow comes from within. Grabbing two bottles of Pepsi, she holds them up. "We should ALL quench our thirst. Woo-wee!" Lightning Spangles takes the bottle, and pops the twist top. "And now in twist top, to make it real darn easy to take a drink!" Winking at the camera, she throws it back, taking a sip. "Mmmm. Refreshing Pepsi-Cola!"
But what about the other bottle?
Looking over at Munin, she smiles warmly at the Chaos Agent. But her disappointment and annoyance shined through. "Hey, Munin? What's the matter?" Lightning Spangles looks at the other bottle, and nods knowingly. "Oh, of course! Hey! Munin!" She calls out, winding back. With a toss, she hurls the bottle at Munin. "How about an Ice-Cold Pepsi, right on the house?" She cries out.
Before returning back to her Pepsi-Cola.
COMBATSYS: Munin catches Small Thrown Object from Jezebel with Riposte.
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Munin eyes the pair as they do their advertising thing. She honestly doesn't like it much. Seems a waste considering that she was told it'd be a fight. Oh well.... whatever!
Playing along, she eyes the thrown can. As it flies towards her, she makes a pin-point precise strike to pop the tab, and grabs it from the air in the same motion, not even spilling a drop.
She raises the can to Jez, and takes a sip.
And as such, the entire battle reaches a standstill, as the trio advertise the most delicious of the Cola giants for eager masses to embrace. Pepsi! The prime! After a few moments of standing near Jezebel, Roland suddenly turns and attempts to swiftly boot her between the legs, with a sharp grunt of effort. Most females probably wouldn't expect it, let alone someone to be so blatantly dishonorable when one's guard is down. Either way, he moves to bolt backwards, flicking away the glass bottle. "Alright, cowgirl. Only the winner gets the biggest paycheck. And the winner also gets bigger endorsements. I'm trying to win over the Magnum Condom people!!" Fingers crack slowly. The final round of the battle has begun.
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Jezebel with Light Kick.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by Pepsi-Co!!
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And suddenly, Jezebel is kicked in the crotch.
Her eyes go wide, the bottle of Pepsi falling from her hand. As it shatters on the ground, she lets out a little peep, as she falls to her knees. Groaning, she clutches the site of impact. Curling forward into a ball, the cowgirl's hat falls off. Underneath her, for the audiences to see, is the Pepsi ball of red and blue, cut in half by white. And beside it, the slogan appears, framing a stunned Jezebel, curled over in pain from the kick to the groin.
Pepsi~ More Bounce to the Ounce!
She doesn't get up, immediately. Taking a deep breath, she just groans again. Trembling, she finally lashes out a sweeping kick for Roland's ankles. She was terribly stunned still. But her fighting spirit wasn't gone... nor was her character. After all, it was common knowledge.
Audiences LOVED groin shots!
Ow! Male or female, a kick to the groin still hurts, specially one that hits THAT hard! Munin can only wince as she watches while she drinks. She feels bad attacking someone so soon after taking a blow like that, so she decides to attack Roland again. She tosses the can forward, and uses the flat of her sword like a baseball bat, sending the can at his head at high speed!
COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Roland with Spin Kick.
- Power hit! -
> Determined Hit! <
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by Masters Corporation!!
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COMBATSYS: Munin successfully hits Roland with Small Thrown Object.
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Roland regrets leaping away after the kick. It incapacitated Jezebel rather more then he expected. What kind of fighter doesn't spend hours learning how to defend their crotch?! She must be very naive indeed! But she manages to react better then expected when he edges closer for a new attack, catching his ankle badly and causing him to thump on the ground with rather more weight then his build indicates. All those heavy weapons and such make even short trips to the ground painful. "Hngh!" And then a can pelts him in the head for good measure. "Argh! Ow!!" He then suddenly plants his hands on the ground, eyes narrowing intensely. "Enough of this... Eat my..." Oh, snap! She just put him in position for one of his ultimate techniques! "ROLAND--" And then he pushes up, spiraling madly with two heels together, aiming for Jezebel's chin!! "ROCKET~~~"
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Jezebel with Roland Rocket.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by Magnum Condom!!
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Right in the kisser.
Lightning Spangles was on the ropes, Roland turning a knock to the ground into a stunning reversal of a kick straight to the cowgirl's jaw. Even Munin's straight bottle (can in the european countries) doesn't stop Roland. She turns with the hit, minimizing it partially. But the fact of the matter was that she was hurting. Groggingly, she rises up.... as Mr. Chen holds up a sign, identifying what about the next sponsorship, the next line of pitches. Jezebel takes a glance, and then a double take as she rises up. She mouths the words, but it very clear what she is saying
"Really?"
"-Really?!-"
Lightning Spangles sighs. How did she end up with the bum deals? "Boy howdy! Roland's Rocket sure went off fast! I didn't have time to protect myself! Accidents happen in the ring, and also in the bed room! As part of a joint venture between Masters Corporation, Magnum Condom, and Viagra...."
"I got a public service announcement.
Lightning Spangles suddenly fires off like a thunderbolt, launching towards Roland swiftly. Winding back a leg, she dips down low, attempting to fire a chi-laced kick right straight up into the air, trying to send Roland right for the heavens.....
For her part, Munin seems curious to see what will happen. It's looking down to the wire here! She decides to let them decide things between them for the moment, since she loves watching a good close fight as much as anyone else, and is curious as to who will ultimately best the other.
Besides, by keeping out of it for now, she can watch and see how their fighting styles work, for future reference! Knowledge that could prove invaluable later.....
COMBATSYS: Munin takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Roland blocks Jezebel's A Few Dollars More.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by FIGHTER'S ROAR! Viagra: The Champion's Choice!!
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As the launching kick is unleashed, Lighting Spangles pivots around. All cameras on her, she looks dead on. And she does not hesitate, she does not stutter, when she tells the audiences at home.
"I'mma gonna to talk to you about unwanted teen pregnancy."
"Ladies, we've all been there before. The handsome Roland, promise you the world, the moon, the stars. That he loves you... but how can you prove that you love him? We've all heard the pitch. If you really love him, you'll let him. Condoms don't make it feel right. All I want is just the tip." Lightning Spangles just shakes her head at the camera.
"But all it takes is the tip."
"It's your body, ladies, not his. You set the rules, and if he can't follow them, you just kick them out. Abstaining is 100% accurate... but if you can't trust in yourself or your boyfriend....
"You can always trust A Magnum."
As Roland comes cratering back to earth, Lightning Spangles finishes the attack with a vicious mule kick, detonating in a burst of fireworks, in the shape of an American Flag. Lightning Spangles stands tall, saluting at the cameras. For justice. For glory. For America.
For a few dollars more.
Roland managed to brace himself and curl up defensively, but in retrospect he really should have just tried to get out of the way. He's slammed thoroughly with more power then anticipated, although he manages to land in a crouch rather then on his head. Slowly he gets up, before reeling backwards with dizziness. Ugh, his entire body feels like he's wearing tons of iron and steel. Because he is, but right now it's harder then he'd care to lift it up. A trembling hand pushes his hat down. "Ngh... well. I think the best way to finish this...
Green energy swirls around him, before he leaps forward. He's like another person in that instant, who's capable of actually moving fast and attacking powerfully. Green arcs of chi crossing forward to converge on where Jezebel probably is, given he can't see straight. "...is a draw." Having exerted the last of his focus, he wobbles sideways, before faceplanting on the ground. A thumb manages to lift up towards the camera thereafter. He's okay, folks.
COMBATSYS: Roland can no longer fight.
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Munin 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Jezebel
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Jezebel with Jackpot!.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by YFCC!!
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Munin 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Jezebel
Lightning Spangles continues, adding to the final finisher. After all, it was a coup de grace for Lightning Spangles! Nobody could be standing after that. "Remember that May 25 is Contraception Day at your local YFCC center! You can collect free condoms, get 'private' advice, and get discreetly tested by trained profess-
"Look Out Lightning Spangles!"
Came the cry from a stage hand. Lightning Spangles turns around, but it was already too late for her. Despite the stage direction from the crew, she just didn't have enough time to react to the modern cowpoke rip-roaring into her. Lightning Spangles is sent flying, crashing right for the camera... and knocking it off line. The other cameras zoom in briefly on the woman collapsed on the equipment. Lightning Spangles rises up groggily, only briefly.... before collapsing again.
KO.
But think of the ad revenue!
COMBATSYS: Jezebel takes no action.
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Munin 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Jezebel can no longer fight.
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Munin 0/-------/-------|
Munin slowly peers left, then right, from Roland to Jezebel. Interesting.... and amusing. This wasn't QUITE the outcome she had been expecting.....
Actually, this is nowhere NEAR what she had been expecting. Not by a mile. Usually these end with her either unconscious, or nearly so. This time, there isn't a single scratch on her.
Definately a well-done battle, however, she IS the 'villain' in this case. She smiles evily, and pulls out a black sharpie, violet eyes slitted evilly in the darkness.
She leaves the arena a few minutes later, the deed done. The cameras zoom in, showing the marker-drawn curly mustache on Jezebel, followed by the marker-drawn glasses and matching mustache on Roland!
Munin can be seen smiling, actually SMILING and not smirking, as she leaves.
Log created on 22:29:16 05/21/2012 by Roland, and last modified on 10:38:19 05/23/2012.