Description: You all knew it was coming. On a spiraled, twisted downfall towards rock bottom, Adon managed to piss off... well, pretty much everyone. As a subject of direct attacks, though? King couldn't let it go. She leaves her bar, and goes down to Thailand to meet the "Emperor of Muay Thai". Adon won't fight women though. You'd be amazed what A wig, A pair of Glasses, a cheap moustache, and a wicked leather jacket gets you; A match against Adon. (Winner: King)
"KNOCKOUT!"
The roar outside the ancient terra cotta ring tear out as the seventh challenger is hurled to the ground. Beaten and bloody, the poor, bloodied victim is dragged away by his friends. The ancient temple, long home to the ritualistic fight of Muay Thai, was the home of a gruesome tournament. And this was the seventh victory for the red-haired, sneering man standing tall in the blood-stained, sandy ring.
Who else, but the Emperor of Muay Thai.
"KYA HA HA!" Came the scream as the Emperor, garbed in his regal crown and anklets, turns to the chatting masses. "SO! You think that because SAGAT has beaten me, because RYU has beaten me, why, how even that BLONDE-HAIRED BIMBO MAKI has beaten me, you have any CHANCE to CONQUER ME?" Adon holds his arms out, turning around to looking at all of Muay Thai in this quiet, exclusive tournament. "You FOOLS. You ASSES. I am the GREATEST in MUAY THAI! I am the STRONGEST! The CHALLENGE still HANGS HEAVILY in the air, my PEOPLE! Come forth, ONE and ALL! The BRAVE FIGHTERS of MUAY THAI!"
"WHICH ONE OF YOU CHALLENGES YOUR KING FOR THE CROWN OF MUAY THAI?"
Odd.
It had been nearly 2 weeks since Adon went on T.V. and went about calling out anyone worthy enough to beat him. King was mad as hell about his previous statements, but the fact remained-- anyone could be a fighter, as far as King was concerned. The last little outburst, though? It was the final straw that broke the camel's back. She spent numerous nights alone, having left Sally and Elizabeth to tend to the Illusion while she hired out a pair of mixologists like herself. Though it was a short flight to Thailand from Southtown, King's arrival was not announced.
Because she wasn't King.
A skinny looking gentleman stood alongside the crowd, watching quietly. A pair of Aviator Sunglasses. Short, Dusty Brown hair. A moustasche that would have made the guy from Mythbuster's jealous. Well dressed, but not professional. No. Not like that Tae Bo wannabe, King.
As the last fighter was ejected from the ring, the dusty looking man stepped out from the crowd. He had seen enough. Something made the man stop, and turn, and face this "Emperor". A step forward. Another. A shove in the crowd, followed by another. This man began to push through the crowd, and before they knew it, the terra cotta ring rest under his feet. A heavy done up leather jacket. A popped collar. Pressed, loose black dress pants. A flat dress shoe.
His shades affixed to the red hair, smug smile, and perfectly defeatable Adon. There was no affixed smile to his face. A deep, yet inconsistant rumble to his voice.
"...My name is Bourbon. You... You're not important anymore."
A challenger.
The Emperor turns, body still burning from the last 7 fights. But his sneer was as strong as ever. The eighth fighter approaches, dressed as Clark once was. A clownish, porn star mustache. Gaudy sunglasses. And above all, a jacket with a popped collar? The Emperor inspects with diligence.
And to that, the Emperor cackles.
"What is THIS?" The Emperor scoffs, looking over Bourbon with distain. "An AMERICAN? No, no, the accent is wrong. Some kind of FOREIGN BUFFOON, nevertheless. BAH!" The emperor shrugs. "You must not KNOW who I am, if you do not think I am important! Perhaps I need to give you a REMINDER, BOOB-AN." The Emperor thrusts his arms into the air, holding them high before his court.
"I AM ADON! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI!"
"TRULY! You have heard of me, boob-on." He sneers, twisting his nose up at the challenger. "And you know what is at stake. My standing as EMPEROR has weakened! RUMORS have become abound that I am weak. Thus, I am holding an OPEN TOURNAMENT for ALL of MUAY THAI for the CROWN of MUAY THAI! Any opponent that DEFEATS ME within the RULES of MUAY THAI, shall GAIN the CROWN of MUAY THAI. Be on your GUARD! There are MANY that have fallen BEFORE you, and FEW that will fall after! I will make this quick!" The Emperor looks away, dropping into the defensive stance of Muay Thai. "Of course, there is a small complication."
"I am the GREATEST that EVER LIVED!"
The skinny "American Man" was all of a half inch shorter than Adon, which wasn't by much. Still, if Adon cared to pay any attention, he'd notice that something was slightly... off about the American fighter standing before him. the 7 prior seemed to Quake and never stood tall. Yet, as Adon belittled his opponent, the Brown haired man with his "Porn Star quality" 'stache he bought at Sainsbury's for 1.99 plus tax stood, arms folded in front of him, clearly unamused. He was so aggravated by Adon that he found himself countering Adon after his final spiel.
"...You are the greatest Middle Age crisis of all time."
...Oh hell no he didn't. Yes. actually. Yes he did.
Seeing a defensive stance from the Emperor, the left arm locked, the knee raised. Both arms up now. His lead foot's toes' barely touching the ground-- yet, he seemed perfectly balanced. Not even MMA fighters know the dedication involved with a proper stance.
But the insults kept flying.
"...YOU!... Are the GREATEST -HAS BEEN- this WORLD has -EVER SEEN-." He taunted. "You can't even fathom what friends are." came another, when a finally a much darker, much more direct taunt-- one bearing more weight-- and hopefully Adon would catch the malice laden behind it. Lowly it came, not for the crowd to hear, but Adon himself.
"Fuck you and your cupcakes."
And without warning, he struck.
"...DENIM STRIKE!"
COMBATSYS: King has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here.
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King 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Adon
COMBATSYS: Adon parries King's Venom Strike!
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King 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Adon
Another fighter with a cause.
Adon was almost TIRED of all the people seeking to grind his nose in the dirt. Truly, as the insults come, Adon actually taps his foot. Utterly impatient, he motions Bourbon to go on. "YES, YES, and you are AVENGING QUON! Words mean NOTHING to me, FOREIGN OAF!" And it would have no meaning to him.
But then he mentions the cupcakes.
The mention of a cupcakes doesn't shake the grin from the Emperor. But the glint in the eyes speaks volumes. "My -cupcakes?!-" Came the hiss, glaring manically. "My CUPCAKES!?" Was the second scream as the blast of energy is unleashed. Adon is already surging towards Bourbon. Running straight for the blast, the Emperor leaps. Hands out, he smashes down on the blast, rebounding off it effortlessly. Flipping off the blast, he swiftly closes in, heel burning with his own chi energy. The Emperor attempts to drive the heel straight into the shades of the Muay Thai fighter. But before that? Another scream.
"I WILL HAVE MY CUPCAKES"
"AND I WILL EAT THEM!"
"JAAAAAGGAAAA KEEEEEEEK!"
COMBATSYS: King blocks Adon's Jaguar Kick EX.
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King 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Adon
Perfect.
There it was. The hiss. The Emperor embodied all of that which was a Jaguar. But that hiss? He was nothing more than a snake, and everyone knew it. Everyone, of course, except Adon. Th chi blast Bourbon had sent was only a mere message to Adon of his maximum rediculousity. Surely Adon would recognize that-- but instead, Adon unleashed his fury. The force behind it was blinding, yes, but Adon would come to realize something very soon. He had been fooled. The fighter before him was tougher than the others, based on one principle.
He blocked Adon. The force of the Strike was enough to send him back, but he seemed unphased by the Emperor. Pushing up his shades, the fighter reacted then. A golf clap.
"Oh... Big man." mused the skinny American. His attack turned into a new kind of attack. Baby talk. "Oh... What a big boy you are. Yes you are. Want a cupcake...? Ooh... I'm sorry. You can't have this until you get bigger...!" he sneered in return. He was hoping this would distract Adon, as he was already stepping into an upwards kick, followed by an air roundhouse kick. A Tornado Kick. Under a cosplayed name.
"TWISTED SISTER!"
COMBATSYS: Adon blocks King's Tornado Kick.
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King 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Adon
W-w-was he hitting on Adon?
The idea of someone trying to flirt with Adon in the middle of a Muay Thai match only enrages the Emperor further. As the kick is unleashed, the man catches the blow. He was competent, at the very least. But competent only got you an audience with the Emperor.
Only the greatest could conquer Adon.
As the blow is rebuffed, the Emperor lands with a bounce on the ground. Eyes burning, he keeps up that sneer as the Muay Thai crowd hoots and hollers at the fight. But a look of confusion overcomes the Emperor. "BIG MAN?" He puzzles, throwing up his arms as the aerial kicks come. His strong forearms easily rebuff the kicks. But the Emperor looks absolutely dumbfounded. "Bourbon, are you TRYING to SEDUCE ME? This is a RING of HONOR, not some HOMOSEXUAL BROTHEL! You treat this as some kind of FRUITY DRAG SHOW! ENOUGH! I! ADON! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI!"
"Will not TOLERATE any MAN LOVE in my RING!"
As the final kick comes, the Emperor surges forward in counter attack. Rushing towards the man, the Emperor is bright red, ashamed at such a clown. "You are a FOOL that deserves to be PUNISHED! Let me DESTROY those BETRAYING TESTICLES that have LED YOU ASTRAY!" Screams Adon, as he attempts to grab Bourbon by the upper arms. If successful, he will simply smash his knee into the groin of the 'man,' three times, before slamming the Muay Thai Warrior to the ground.
Besides, Man Love is reserved outside the ring.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits King with Jaguar Slam.
Glancing Blow
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King 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Adon
Whatever the hell Adon was talking about, Bourbon found it funny. He chuckled bemusedly at Adon, and knowing that Adon was coming for him, stood there waiting for Adon. Yet, however, there was something wrong with this "Bourbon" fellow. He had no nuts to crush. It was to the point that Adon had slammed the man upon his Knee three entire times, but the answer from the man having the damage done...? Well. We'll edit this one out of the blooper reel.
"WHEEEE!"
A truly sadistic bastard. Or he was hiding something. Bourbon stood, Adon's knee nestled against his groin, and smiled darkly at Adon. The shades had dropped off Bourbon's face, revealing dark, intense brown eyes, yet a coy smile from behind a moustache. And from here? A feminine voice.
"...Hello Adon." said the female voice. And a Throw to come with it.
...That ought to mess with his head.
COMBATSYS: King successfully hits Adon with Medium Throw.
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King 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Adon
There was something wrong with his groin.
As the knee is thrust, the Emperor pauses, stunned. Adon, as per his training and professional skill with Muay Thai, was well renowned as the master of Groins. The man understood groins as a poet understood words, or a scientist understood the foundations of the earth. As such, when he tests out of the limits of Bourbon's groin?
He finds it... Lacking
The Emperor was now utterly stunned. His mind was beginning to gain a glimmer of what was happening. The Emperor is hurled aside briskly, the clinch broken. Stumbling up, the Emperor glares with utter madness. "Wh-what". WHAT!?!" Came the scream, the Emperor looking at the man. Or rather... 'man?' The Emperor's mind was reeling. Could it be that this man... Was actually a woman?
There was only one way to find out.
Adon surges back towards the woman, eyes pinpricks. Attempting to rush down Bourbon, the Emperor will try another clinch. This time, however, he would not try a groin attack. He would seize Bourbon, smashing an elbow into his neck... before grabbing the leather jacket. If he gets a grip, he will hurl the man by the jacket. Not to simply smash her, no.
To tear open his top.
COMBATSYS: King blocks Adon's Combo Grapple.
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King 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Adon
Ripping the top? Come on, Adon! While I'm sure you probably know this, but there are -SEVERAL- men who have bigger man-boobs than this... little skinny American who seems to be adept at absorbing both Adon's attacks and His Bullshit. The light brown hair, the shitty porn 'stache from Sainsbury's, the shattered sunglasses on the ground... but those intensive eyes. Not only were they feminine, there was a hint of malice behind it. Something only a woman would want to have with Adon. Revenge. It was such a clear cutting torch in her eyes. She would -END- him here.
The grab for the shirt was made, but Adon would not get lucky. Bourbon's agility saw him roll with the throw, so when Bourbon was thrown, he did something-- well.. more graceful than most Muay Thai fighters would ever admit-- while still holding his shirt with Adon, went to return the favor. Muay Thai wasn't the master of the groin, and neither was Adon.
The quickest way to a man's heard is through his stomach.
The fastest way to his pain receptors? Kneeing them in the nuts. Try some of your own medicine, Adon.
COMBATSYS: King successfully hits Adon with Combo Attack.
- Power hit! -
>> Decisive Hit!! <<
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Rage.
Bourbon denies the Emperor, a dangerous move for any man. But as the Emperor struggles against the man, his suspicions grow stronger and stronger. This Bourbon was more than he seemed. And if the Emperor was correct in his theory, things would only be getting worse for the man. It was terrible for a man to make Adon a fool. But for a woman?
That was a death sentence.
The Emperor's groping is cut short as the knee shoots right up. The Emperor's eyes bulge out, a high pitches scream erupting from his mouth. Wincing in utter agony, the Emperor howls. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAGH! " Eyes watering, the Emperor falls to his knee. Wincing. Cringing. But when the Emperor rises, there is blood in his eyes. His teeth are gritted in that manic smile. And then, it all comes together as the Emperor shrieks.
"YOU WHORE!"
The words come. The language bleed out. The Emperor has figured out the root of the problem. Anger was surging. "YOU WHORE!!! HOW DARE YOU! HOW! DARE! YOU! TARNISH MUAY THAI! WITH YOUR PRESENCE!!!" The limbs are unleashed. The Muay Thai punches. The arm smashes. The kicks. The knees. The head butts. The Eight Limbs of Muay Thai are at full bear now. Adon was hurt by the kneeing, yes. But the true anger was what was coming over his senses, drowning his reason, his rational.
That a woman dare challenged him to Muay Thai.
COMBATSYS: King endures Adon's Jaguar Varied Assault.
! VENGEANCE !
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Eight Limbs of Muay Thai.
Bourbon should have known this was coming. An attack to draw the shaggy haired "American" fighter out of hiding. To force the reveal. The crowd? Well. The crowd would have no clue what was about to happen. The kicks. The knees, Elbows, fists-- and the rogue forehead shot all found their mark-- but... want to know something? Let's flip the replay back a little bit, and watch again.
Bourbon had both the options to dodge and block the shots.
So why didn't he?
The answer didn't seem obvious at first until afterwards. Bourbon, or rather, King, had something to prove. That the slings of insults, rocks, arrows, and middle fingers meant nothing. The fact the figure in the leather jacket was still standing? The blows struck fast and fierce, stirring dust from around like some kind of dust tornado. That being said, the skinny figure was still standing. Bruised in several locations. A hint of blood trickled from the leftside corner of his lips. The same move that had struck everyone else down at Adon's little enduro-worship-me-fest didn't even knock the leather-clad person down. Arms open. The brown hair was gone. A wig. The moustache. Gone too.
It was King, white pearl earrings and all.
And holy fuck did she look pissed. That hard, -HARD- Glare Cast at Adon. His time had come. She stepped back, a back leap onto a post of the ring. And she jumped forward. Towards him. Like an eagle above it's prey. And the Chi that flowed through her, and her legs.
And the sudden, incredible blast of Chi shot below her.
COMBATSYS: King successfully hits Adon with Phantom Strike.
> Determined Hit! <
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King
The howls of the onlookers stop. The cheers cease. A silence comes over the whole ring as the truth is torn open by the Emperor of Muay Thai. No other challenger had endured the full assault from the Emperor. Bourbon had proven a worthy challenger to Adon. But as was revealed to all of Muay Thai, Bourbon was so much more than what he, or rather, she seemed.
KING
Adon's eyes turn wider and wider as the assault is hurled out. But as the dust settles... the smile doesn't fade. The smile never fades. But those eyes speak volumes. King was here. Adon was on the edge of his rope, and for what? The Emperor shrieks, screaming as the woman takes to the air, the energy sent hurtling to the Emperor.
"KIIIIIING!!!"
Adon takes the blast cleanly. He cannoy function, he cannot focus. Anger runs through every pore. The Emperor is blown across the ring, tumbling across the sand and blood. But there are no cheers. Glares from the audience cut like a knife against the woman. A WOMAN in Muay Thai. A WOMAN that challenged their EMPEROR. An Emperor that was losing. All because of this creature, this subhuman.
King.
Adon rises up, eyes bleary. His body was burning. His body was almost broken. But hatred ran from every pore. A terror was on the horizon. A Queen of Muay Thai. An Empress. The title sounded so mocking, so disgusting. Leaping back on a pillar, the Emperor just stares. Just glares, silent, his grin showing its cracks. He was falling apart. But as he flies across the stage with a flying kick, he roars out the name as he closes in.
"JAGGA TOOTH!"
COMBATSYS: King full-parries Adon's Jaguar Tooth!
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King 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Adon
...It is said that when two martial arts of similar consequence meet in battle, two possible outcomes are possible. Firstly, there was the odds of two fighters fighting in unison, exchanging blows and martials like they told a story. Others... unfortunately, were instructional lessons. This sure seemed like a lesson. A jaguar is mighty, fast, and powerful, but woe the power of something much smaller, like a snake. Who but anyone would be able to stare Adon down. No. She was no Sagat. She was no Ryu. She is lucky she was being televised right now. She wouldn't have stood before Adon if she felt she did not stand a chance. Here, however, was where she stood.
How one man's delusions could crush him. Sure, he was aging, but the most debilitating fact amongst all of this was that, as she wished to even the score for Adon for her-- no; for -ALL- women everywhere. Sure. She dressed the part, but in this Leather Jacket, and as much a snake as she seemed for dressing up, it was time the Jaguar learned the lesson the tiger never taught: an enemy is an enemy regardless of size.
And this Judgement. This realization. This lesson. Adon needed to know it now. A back handspring in place. If it connected. A single, deliberate kick, air-mailed from every woman -EVER- to the jaw of the 'Jagga'.
COMBATSYS: King successfully hits Adon with Mirage Kick EX.
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But it was a kick so much stronger than any revenge.
Whether it was talent, surprise, or pure resolve, it is not clear. But as the silence continues to run through the arena, the Emperor's flying kick is perfectly evaded. Dodged. And in its stead, in the same opening, was the shot right to the jaw. "JAGGUH!?!" Was the scream as the foot meets bone, the jaw hits with bone shattering effect
And a crack is heard.
The silence is deafening when Adon crashes to the ground. The smile has been knocked clean off. The crown was knocked clean off. Crumpled to the ground, it would be a moment before Adon would recover. But there was no need for him to recover. Adon, the Emperor, was gone. King had claimed the crown, the throne of Muay Thai.
But there is no cheers for the new Empress.
COMBATSYS: Adon takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Adon can no longer fight.
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The battle had ended. Among the silence of the crowd of the arena, the blonde, slim woman quietly removed the leather jacket. There was no mistaking it. Someone like King? It was impossible to hide her curves. The jacket? It was padded. Underneath it? King's golden sash. A button up shirt. She hadn't even fallen over. As she stood over Adon, holding the leather jacket. The arms of the jacket touched down on the ground of the arena floor. She must have stood over him for at least a minute. The medics? Noone was going near Adon. Not when a hot tempered Empress stood over him. She had a hard glare upon her eyes whilst staring down at him.
...But it softened.
Seeing that smile fade from his features. She legitimately felt sorry for him. Sad part was, this was fate. She had to smack him down to reality. In his world. The jacket was folded slowly, and gently tucked under Adon's head. She turned to the crown. A contraption by Adon. That he was the Emperor. And she had dethroned him. She picked up this crown slowly, and examined it. It was cheap, and gaudy, but it was hers.
She inhaled slowly, exhaling a sigh. She turned, and as she began to walk away, tossed the crown over her shoulder. It'd land beside Adon.
May God help his soul.
COMBATSYS: King has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:51:42 06/04/2012 by King, and last modified on 01:49:57 06/05/2012.