Description: While training to become the best, the best there ever was, El Fuerte has some visitors drop by the Slam Masters gymnasium. It's none other than the MacNair sisters and looks like the eldest wants to spar! Deciding that he could use the practice before he takes on Duke and his loathsome goons, El Fuerte accepts Caiomhe's challenge and together they go to discover that the spirit of Lucha Libre.....hurts! D:
Metro City. Slam Masters' Stadium. After Hours.
With news of that despicable gang lord Duke getting out jail, El Fuerte has redoubled his efforts to train for when he finally takes on the scum that plagues Metro City. A long time ago, when he dealt with Los Zetas drug cartel in Mexico, El Fuerte had sworn that he would never get involved in gang warfare ever again, as it is not in the spirit of Lucha Libre to hand out beatings in the street, even if they do deserve it. Lucha Libre is meant to be fought in the ring for the entertainment of the cheering crowd to inspire one and all with heroic acrobatic maneuvers and stories of perseverance against overwhelming odds.
Yet now, far away from his home land, El Fuerte finds that he cannot truly escape from his destiny. Perhaps his role in this world is to truly live those stories of tenacity, but in the bloodied streets rather than in the ring, maybe as a way to show once and for all that Lucha Libre is very much real. One way or another, there is no going back now, sucked into yet another whirlwind of violence, El Fuerte steels his resolve to take on the challenges that will surely come in the future. He cannot rely on his allies; Brett and Great Bartitsu Mask to do all the fighting, as the veteran warrior it is his duty to push harder and fight when their resolve would otherwise waver.
Tonight, in the Slam Masters gymnasium, the tecnico is found doing acrobatic maneuvers on the rings while wearing heavy weights on his body to increase his speed and endurance.
Today Caiomhe is representing her homeland by sporting a set of emerald green locks, worn loose and just reaching her shoulders. She is dressed in, of all things, a short green and purple tartan kilt with blue lines over a tartan bikini of matching colour, along with a pair of black wrestling boots and a pair of sheer black cloth arm sleeves. An outfit that could only be publically excused as a lady wrestler's attire, if even then. As she enters the gymnasium, she does so purposefully, looking around herself as if seeking someone in particular. Spying her quarry, she heads in that direction. "El Fuerte!" she yells, horribly mispronouncing the name with a thick Scottish accent as she tromps towards the ring El Fuerte is practicing in. She had seen him in action earlier in the night and come looking for him now, intent on issuing a challenge. She stops short when she sees the weights strapped to the luchadore. "What the bloody hell is that you're wearing?"
Niamh follows her older sister into the gymnasium, furiously texting on her iPhone. One of her many siblings is firing rapid texts at her, asking questions about what she and Caiomhe have been up to and her fingers are moving at lightning speed, trying to keep up.After the fifth text, the conversation seems to be over and she looks up, taking in the room. It seems to look a lot like most other gyms she has been in and also seems to smell pretty much the same. She is dressed in a pair of black studded shorts, a sleeveless checked shirt and some Black Converse sneakers. Her long fuschia pink hair is worn in a side braid, that hangs over her left shoulder. "Looks like you found him, sis" she comments, as her Caiomhe spies El Fuerte, her own accent just as broad as her sister
Kazue is wearing what she always wears - black t-shirt with faded logo, black sweatpants, cheap running shoes, black fingerless gloves. Comfortable, effective, and doesn't require the expenditure of money or stealing. Unfortunately, in this case, her garb has stopped her from getting to speak with the Capcom Wrestling Association people - she's not famous enough to come in here dressed this badly without an appointment and gain an audience.
Glancing around the room, she sees a few interestingly-dressed people. She's not sure quite what's going on, but it looks like some kind of challenge. She's about to back out and get to somewhere safer, when she glances around the area. Right. Martial artists. Always challenging each other for some reason. She slowly edges her way closer, into better hearing distance, at least.
"Que?" El Fuerte hears his name being shouted at the entrance of the gmynasium just as he was about make a forward somersault. Being on that always finishes what he starts, the tecnico does it anyway even if he got distracted and spins about in mid air, twisting his axis rapidly to land on one hand and knees with a slam, the weights he is wearing evident by the thunderous sound of his body hitting the mat. "Ay caramba!" The luchador curses at his bad landing, though he is instantly back up to his feet with his ever present grin on his equally ever masked face. Walking up to the ropes of the ring, the wrestler leans in with elbows first to peer curiously at the trio of women (yes, he spotted Kazue too even if she is trying to be inauspicious) entering the arena, each one dressed gaudier than the other. They must be wrestlers of some sort!
"Buenas Tardes, seņoritas." El Fuerte greets cordially while noticing the thick scottish accent. Being Mexican, he's not exactly familiar with /anything/ that comes out of the old world other that he has researched..which is probably almost nothing since all his 'research' time involves creating wild food recipes that blow up on his face. He is however, a very well traveled man, who has encountered, and wrestled, many people from other nationalities. Like Faolan, he is Scottish too, or maybe he's Irish? Anyway, the point is that he can recognize a kilt when he sees one and attempts to recall any formalities that he can think of. "How can I help you?"
When the question arises about the weights on his body, the tecnico responds very casually. "Ey? They are just weights, for training. Twenty five pounds on each wrist and ankle, a fifty pounds belt and a whooping one hundred pounds of weight on this flask jacket I got, that's like..." He counts his fingers. "A least more than one hundred and fifty pounds!" Apparently another thing he fails at is math.
Caiomhe is fairly adept at math, which is why her forehead crinkles in bewilderment at the luchadore's figures. "You know, for most people, puttin' on weight is somethin' that happens when they neglect to practice," she remarks as she moves up to the side of the ring and hops up on the apron, grapping the top rope. "M'name's Caiomhe MacNair. Me sis an' I came to see the show tonight, an' I thought I'd see if you were up for a practice match. I need to brush up on me wrestlin' an' I'm somethin' of a fan."
Niamh nods her head at El Fuerte politely and replies "Hola Senor!" before cursing, as her phone starts to ring, the sounds of an Arctic Monkey's song blasting out of her phone. "I better get this, it's Connor" she comments to Caiomhe, Connor being the eldest of their family of seven siblings. "I'll take it outside" she adds, giving a wave, as she heads towards the exit.
Kazue blinks as El Fuerte's eyes peer at her, and takes a step back. She's not familiar with the fighting world circuit, but a masked luchadore wearing a couple hundred pounds of training gear is clearly dangerous. She hears Caiomhe asking for a practice match, but... why not err on the side of caution? The other girl is sticking around, so it can't be /that/ dangerous. Wait. No, she's answering her cell phone. And... yeah, Kazue did what she came here to do, sort of, so she might as well go home. Sneaking aboard planes isn't that easy, and she doesn't want to be late.
This entire internal monologue only takes a brief moment, then she scratches the back of her head and follows Niamh towards the staff exit - not too close, mind you, and not too quickly, just ambling. Nothing to see here.
"Well seņorita, do not take this the wrong way but you could say I have not been practicing very much lately." Street fighting yields great insight on what an actual fight is and it's great to brush up on the theory, but as an actual work out? It doesn't get much done, in fact it's quite hazardous to the health since it puts El Fuerte out of commission for at least half a day after a brush with the Mad Gear gang. He's fairly new at this crime fighting scene thing, he's not an expert like Haggard, Cody and Guy.
So, in essence, yes, El Fuerte may be learning a lot about how to fight multiple opponents at the same time, but he hasn't been working out much because of this. Of course, he doesn't actually /say/ any of this to the Celtic girl, all she needs to know is that he hasn't been training much and it has somehow not affected his fighting prowess any. A polite nod is given to the other girls out of the ring whilst his gaze follows Caiomhe as she jumps into the ring all eager and threatening like. "A pleasure to meet you Seņorita MacNair." The tecnico is not even going to /attempt/ pronouncing her name lest he butchers it, but he does look a bit more interested about her challenge.
"You wish to Lucha me?" Asks he apprehensively, unsure if he should just take anybody that steps into the ring and asks to fight him. "Do you have any previous fighting experience?"
"Oh, yeh," Caiomhe says, taking a peek over her shoulder at where Niamh went, before walking toward El Fuerte, stopping opposite him in the ring and folding her hands behind her back. "I used to be part of a wee lucha libre promotion here in the States. I also know some capoeira and aikido. I've been in a few small tournaments for both, but now I've joined the Neo League, so I'm lookin' to improve me fightin' style." She speaks with a chipper tone usually indicative of an enthusiastic amateur. She slows down a bit and scuffs her boot heel on the mat as she continues, however. "I don't mean to impose meself, but I figured if there was even a chance of learnin' from the Hurricane, I'd best try it while I had the chance."
El Fuerte places his hands behind the back of his head and listens intently. He might be out there wrestling with the bests, but many would consider him still a new comer circuit that, while maybe talented, isn't really on par with some of the other legends. When Caiomhe speaks, it reminds him a lot of himself of how enthusiastic he can sound when speaking of lucha libre, a passion for the fighting sport that is clearly noticeable on Caiomhe's words, any that the Luchador can discern anyway, the girl's accent is thick and his own grasp of English isn't outstanding either.
Somehow, despite the cultural barrier, the love for wrestling transverse this petty obstacle letting the luchador know where the girl hails from and what her intentions are. "I see!" He beams happily, proud to see a neophytie luchadora already making a name of herself. "Ready to Lucha with the big boys are you? Very well, I cannot deny such an opportunity to one who seeks to expand her knowledge of the holy arts of Lucha Libre!" The Mexican Hurricane cheers and raises one arm.
"I shall spar with you, if you so wish. But on one condition." He taps his flask jacket. "You would not mind if I do so with the weights on do you? I could use the practice myself!"
Caiomhe beams happily when El Fuerte accepts her challenge, unfolding her hands from behind her back and brushing down the front of her kilt. She quirks an eyebrow at the more experienced wrestler's request, but answers, "If ye insist, then I won't argue. It may make things a bit more fair on me. But if you do end up tryin' to pin me with all them weights on, I'd ask you make it a quick count, lest I be crushed." She grins as she says so, though the thought of a potential... 400 pound plancha? It does weigh a little on her mind.
She doesn't let such mental burdens slow her down, though, and bounces easily into a ready stance for wrestling. "I'm ready when you are, then!"
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe has started a fight here.
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The tecnico supposes that having weights on would actually improve his ability to pin someone, what an intriguing notion, it was not something that El Fuerte's chaotic mind would stop to consider. Heck, does he ever slow down by anything at all? Perhaps wearing weights might be even a better practice that he thinks as it will force him to stop and think about the things he does before acting reckless. Though anyway, that is the spirit of lucha, do as many reckless things as one possibly can.
"Very well, I will attempt to minimize high flying maneuvers." Promises the luchador as he gives a respectful almost gentlemanly bow to his opponent as she gets into position. "By all means, after you seņorita MacNair."
Looks like he's letting her have the first shot too.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has joined the fight here.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Caiomhe
"How gentlemanly of you," Caiomhe replies, her accent tinging mock-British as she returns his bow by giving a slight curtsy - very slight, as more than that would be a tad immodest in her current attire. She decides to start the spar off with some gusto, bouncing back against the ropes before running at her opponent, using the momentum to plant her hands against the mat and swing sidelong into a wheeling capoeira kick.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte endures Caiomhe's Spider Dance!
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Caiomhe
A prime example of south of the border courtesy, El Fuerte shows that he is a tecnico by allowing the challenger to get the first blow in. This is going to be as much practice for the luchador as it might be for the Celtic woman. Rather than run all over the place evading any and all blows, Fuerte forces himself to stand his ground and keeps his eyes on his opponent, an integral part of fighting is discerning any weaknesses on the other fighter's style.
Fortunately for El Fuerte, he has encountered capoeristas before thanks to Aranha and as the luchadora comes in with a spinning hand stand kick, the Mexican wrestler calculates that he can withstand the blow judging by the speed and the weight of the incoming impact. "HMRG!" That's not to say it doesn't hurt though, the wrestler sticks his head forward and takes the blow right on his cheek. This however, allows him to hold Caiomhe's leg up by hoisting with his shoulder. With the girl's leg overextended, El Fuerte wraps his arms around the wrestling boot clad leg and makes a sharp spin in the air to take the girl down with a dragon twist and put pressure on her hip bone!
He's not trying to dislocate her leg mind you, but even though he is controlling his speed it can still be a rather nasty throw. "HUA!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Caiomhe with Tostada Press.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Caiomhe
Caiomhe was expecting the kick to take El Fuerte down like a sack of bricks for connecting so well, but then suddenly the sack of bricks has her by the leg and is dragging her to the mat. Landing hard on her hip, she gives a grunt of pain before rolling over onto her hands and knees and rubbing the damaged area. "Well, that wasn't nearly as gentlemanly," she chides quickly, before rolling over to the ropes and bouncing off of them to attempt a quick head-scissors takedown on her masked opponent.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte endures Caiomhe's Tangled Web.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Caiomhe
"Oh come on amiga, it was just a little love tap!" El Fuerte seems to snigger as he jumps back to his feet once he managed to take Caiomhe down to the mat. He doesn't know if the throw injured her more than the kick to the face did to him, but it worked and that's all he cares about in a practice such as this. Judging by his demeanor, he is having quite a lot of fun despite his injury and the fact that he is weighed down, a strange contradiction to his usual fighting style of ever flowing spicy lucha libre goodness.
Again, El Fuerte stands still when Caiomhe falls upon with with a vicious attack, a similar one to the previous blow save for the fact she's using both legs this time. Just as before, the tecnico stands there and takes it judging that he can shrug off the damage by how light the girl is in comparison. Grunting, the wrestler feels legs wrapping around his neck, but rather than falling to the side, El Fuerte puts his upper body strength to use by wrapping his arms around Caiomhe's legs, lifting her upside down and then proceed to slam her head first on the mat with a pile driver attack. "HRAA!!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Caiomhe with Weakened Fajitas Buster.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Caiomhe
Caiomhe lands on ElFuerte's shoulders and immediately jerks her hips to try and bring him down, but fails to anticipate the upper body strength of El Fuerte. Perhaps she might have gotten the hint from the luchadore's moniker if she spoke better Spanish. Suddenly she finds herself flipped upside down, tartan bikini bottoms in the air and the mat coming up at her face fast. She tries to catch herself, but the move is too fast, and she ends up kissing the ring floor hard. Gathering herself in a daze, she mutters, "At least Niamh wasn't in here to see that," before throwing a loose, but determined snap kick at the mexican wrestler.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte blocks Caiomhe's Snap Kick.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Caiomhe
No shame in not knowing that El Fuerte means The Strong One in Spanish, few people seem to realize that and even less people would even guess the meaning by looking at the wrestler seeing as he is so short. Although he does look pretty buff, maybe he deserves his nom d' guerre after all. Nevertheless, El Fuerte is at least strong enough to lift opponents over his head, an essential move for the ever efficient pile driver that he now exhibits against the neophyte luchadora/capoerista.
Jumping back to give himself some room, the tecnico averts his gaze just a little to not stare at the girl when her kilt flares up showing the bikini beneath, that would be very impolite for a luchador to do! Seeing as he jumped back, the luchador had enough time to bring his leg up to take the kick right on the shin rather than on a more tender part of him and it is ye another move he uses against Caiomhe, as he grabs her by the ankle, throwing his legs around the woman's own leg and put her on a leg bar to twist at her knee! "I'm sure she knows you're doing your best seņorita!" Says he as he twists on that leg. "Is she related to you?"
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe dodges ElFuerte's Weakened Quick Throw.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Caiomhe
"Yeh, she's me sister," Caiomhe replies conversationally as El Fuerte tries to go to work on her leg. She manages to slip out of the hold before Fuerte can get a good grip, though, keeping her footing and remaining standing, faced away from him. Having noticed him avert his eyes earlier, she decides to try and take advantage of his gentlemanly nature. "Ach! Me bootlaces!" She says, bending down as if to retie them but in fact intending to grab one of his own ankles, before dropping rear first on him to try and pin him down while she applies a legbar of her own.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Caiomhe's Tangled Web.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Caiomhe
It wouldn't do for a practitioner of Lucha Libre to succumb to a mere leg hold of that nature so easily. Seeing as he is weighed down and how wily Caiomhe seems to be, it doesn't surprise the luchador when the woman wiggles free from his grasp to bounce away from him. She is certainly very skilled, and he is certain that she will one do be a great wrestler! "Ah, I see, it is good to see that you have your family's support in your undertakings." El Fuerte manages to jump back to his feet despite the weight that burdens him but stops short of continuing his attack.
"Oh, hmm..." As expected, the wrestler fights very honorable seeing as he is a tecnico and when Caiomhe attempts to trick him by pretending her laces are untied, Fuerte takes the bait and looks to the side waiting for her to recuperate. "Ey!!" And then he gets taken down. Fortunately his skill seems to make up for his gullible nature and he manages to roll out of the way before the girl sits on him, evading the leg hold all together to get back to his feet in an instant.
Now, supposedly, he did promise Caiomhe that he wasn't going to for La Plancha, but it just so happens that she's in such a good position that he can't help himself. El Fuerte surges forward and goes to throw his arm around Caiomhe's neck to put her on a choke hold whilst pressing his weight down upon her!
"That was a very dirty technique amiga! Are you trying to become a rudo!?"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Caiomhe with Weakened Medium Throw.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Caiomhe
Caiomhe is busy picking herself up off of her backside after El Fuerte manages to elude her and ends up gets caught out by the luchadore's retaliation maneuver. "Ack!" she yelps as she is brought hard to the mat by the weighted wrestler, squirming as she tries to escape the choke hold he has her in. "No!" she replies to his question as she struggles to regain some momentum. "Just trying to win!" She tries to push herself up, at least enough to try and flip him off of her with a surge of effort.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte interrupts Strong Throw from Caiomhe with Weakened Calamari Slide.
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ElFuerte 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Caiomhe
While El Fuerte, and Lucha Libre in general, tends to be very pragmatic in fighting, the luchador does tend to look down on such trickery. Not to say he doesn't use dirty fighting when he needs to, it's just that his version involves more smashing people into walls and such than blatantly play on their emotions. "Hmm...I suppose I understand, any tenacious wrestler will do anything it takes to win." The luchador is grasped by the arms and surprisingly he goes along with the throw. It seems that Caiomhe has managed to free herself.
Except that El Fuerte is still holding to her arms.
"But if you are serious about Lucha Libre, you must not rely solely on such tricks to win! Lest you fall to darkness and become a Rudo!" The tecnico makes a spin in the air, landing on his feet and uses the momentum of the throw to lift the girl by her hands, pressing his foot on her stomach and toss her backwards with a monkey flip directly on the turnbuckle! "Lucha upholds the values of justice and honor, such as El Santo decreed many years ago!"
The wrestler gets back to his feet after tossing the girl to watch her reaction. As one that has endured criminal atrocities by drug cartels, he thinks very lowly of foul play.
"You wouldn't want to be someone like Vyle, would you seņorita?"
Does Caiomhe even know Vyle? She would if she follows the wrestling circuit.
Caiomhe impacts against the turnbuckle with an "Nnnf!", biting back some more choice language. The sparring match is starting to take its toll on her lithe body, and this fresh bruising causes her to pause to try and shake off the pain. "Well, you did want to practice, right? It helps to be ready when yer opponent is wily, aye?" She gives a bit of a smile, "But it won't happen again." Of course, that is exactly what she'd say if she was trying to catch the tecnico off-guard again. She uses the pause to gather her senses as she goes over her next plan of attack in her mind, watching the more experienced luchadore and trying to learn what she can from him.
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe focuses on her next action.
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ElFuerte 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Caiomhe
Crossing his arms, El Fuerte Luchador regards the Celtic wrestler with thoughtful eyes. It's true, technically by fighting against an opponent that goes for underhanded attacks he will be better prepared against the Mad Gear Gang and their employer Duke. He smiles however as the girl stands up with resolve in her eyes, seeing in her the spirit of a true wrestler after all. "Heh! While I do appreciate your efforts such is not needed when just sparring. You are the challenger here seņorita, make it your battle to prove yourself, do so by bringing to bear all of your fighting spirit!"
The tecnico takes off his flask jacket along with his weights to show that he's getting serious now, the heavy items clanking loudly against the mat before he kicks them off the ring so they don't burden them. "Vamos!! Stop relying on tricks and show me your true skill!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte takes no action.
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ElFuerte 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Caiomhe
Sliding along the ropes to get to a right angle from El Fuerte, Caiomhe draws in a deep breath when the other wrestler discards his training gear. She has already been having trouble keeping pace, and this doesn't seem as if it would bode well. But hesitation won't get her anywhere. "Well, if you insist," she says, before using the ropes to propel herself full tilt at her opponent in a classic wrestling clothesline, intending to follow it up by bouncing off of the ropes at the opposite side of the ring for a second clothesline attempt before finishing by rebounding a second time for a dropkick.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte endures Caiomhe's Combo Attack.
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ElFuerte 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Caiomhe
El Fuerte readies himself when Caiomhe gets seriously into the spirit of Lucha Libre. The wrestler bounces lightly on his feet feeling the weight literally lifted from his shoulders giving the sensation of much more freedom of movement. Though he feels lighter, the wrestler seems intent to continue his tactic of merely withstanding the other luchadora's blows by frowning deeply when she goes for the running clothesline and merely bashing his head into the incoming arm. El Fuerte drops, stands up and then BASHES his head again into the second clothesline.
As he gets up for the third time, he notices that Caiomhe won't simply try to finish him off with a third clothesline. This time, the woman is using the ropes to propel herself forward with a flying dropkick directly for the wrestler's face.
With no weights now, El Fuerte feels the wind call to him, urging him to take to the skies with a high flying attack.
And thus El Fuerte launches himself directly for his air bound opponent to try and grab her by the face!
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe blocks ElFuerte's El Fuerte Flying Giga Buster.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Caiomhe
The attack clips Caiomhe out of the air, but she manages to fish her way out of the grab with a flip and instead hit the mat under her own momentum - which is still a painful experience, to be sure. She bounces off of the mat and up to her feet, running purely on adrenaline, and as El Fuerte hits the ground, she makes a quick grab for his arm, trying to get him in a wrist lock long enough to be able to unleash one of her signature attacks, a rapid series of kicks to the upper body ending with a side kick to the torso.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte parries Caiomhe's Eight Legs Combo!
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Caiomhe
Outstanding! She is able to change her trajectory in mid air! It took years for El Fuerte to learn that trick and as he flops back to the ground landing with a roll once Caiomhe once again weasels her way out of the mid air grab, the luchador is left rather impressed. "Magnifico! You have much potential!" But there is no time for compliments in the wild world of wrestling, the luchador hadn't even gotten back on upright position when he is suddenly grabbed by the wrist! "Hmrggh!?"
Bent over and ready to get kicked in the face, the wrestler displays that he too is capable of fast evasive manuevers when the situation arises. The luchador leaps forward clear over the kick, forcing his arm onto an untwisted position before he slides it out of the wrist grab. "Andale!" The masked warrior yells as his feet hit the ground just in time to see the side kick coming. Fuerte moves to the side and dives down quickly, getting right underneath that kick (caring little about Caiomhe's modesty at this point) and lifts her up by with his shoulder, intent of pulling her leg forward and slam her head first on the mat! "Arriba!!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Caiomhe with Fajitas Buster EX.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Caiomhe
Caiomhe wasn't expecting El Fuerte to slip out of that one so easily, and she certainly wasn't expecting to find herself flipped over so handily once again - the absence of the weights that were holding El Fuerte back makes anticipating his speed problematic, especially when the only thing keeping Caiomhe going in the match is sheer adrenaline. She hits the mat hard for the second time, reflexively trying to pick herself up as she does so, but it's pretty clear that she is on her last legs. Dazed, she tries to figure out which of the El Fuertes spinning around her is the real one and reaches out as if to catch herself on his arm - but in truth she is attempting to make one last effort at attacking her sparring partner. In all likelihood she will simply fall to the mat, but she intends to try and use the last of her energy on another kicking combo against El Fuerte.
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Caiomhe successfully hits ElFuerte with Eight Legs Combo.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|
Dusting his hands after slamming Caiomhe against the mat, El Fuerte is caught unprepared when dealing with the luchadora's tenacity. He should have known better, admittedly, as all wrestlers are known to give it their all even where lesser fighters would be down and out for good. He scoots back, misjudging the girl's charge speed and promptly gets his arm grabbed and bent over to get kicked in the face "Ay!" Kick! "Ow!" Kick! "OOF!" And then side thrust kick. "Oagh! Oh good thing I decided not to eat those fajitas until after practice." The luchador grumbles as he lands on his back and sit up straight to see if there is any energy left on his sparring luchadora partner.
When she doesn't move he calls out to her by whistling.
"Ey! You okay over there amiga?"
Caiomhe manages to finish her attack before her brain manages to complete its shutdown procedure, her legs turning to rubber right as her foot falls to the mat after the final kick. She winds up sprawled on her front on the mat, groaning in pain as the throbbing in her head from being piledriven twice hits her full force. "Mmmmffff...." she tries to reply to El Fuerte, muffled by the fabric of the mat. After a few seconds, she manages to roll onto her back, eyes still unfocused. "...I'll live," she says dazedly. After taking a few more long, deep breaths, she looks to El Fuerte and raises an arm loosely. "Be a gentleman and help a lass up?"
Grinning as he hears the girl is alright, El Fuerte raises to his feet to walk over to the fallen Caiomhe. At this point he doesn't think that it might be another underhanded technique to get a cheap shot in, he's far too trusting to think such a things. The luchador lowers down to grasp Caiomhe's hand and help her back to her feet "Of course, of course." He is a caballero after all.
He brushes the girl's shoulder slightly to dust her off still grinning "An excellent lucha amiga! I look forward to see great things coming from you in the circuit."
"You never know, perhaps we might even run into each other at the next Saturday Night Fights!"
Log created on 11:34:54 07/04/2012 by ElFuerte, and last modified on 19:32:02 07/04/2012.