Description: Rick Knight signs-up for the SNF and is told he'd be getting a chance to bust up a really tough ganger. Layla gets paid off to put on a good show with Rick and told she'd be getting the cahnce to beat a do-gooder into the ground. Whilst the battle itself turns out to be a bit more friendly than either had imagined, its still brutal - and it ends in a surprising way. <Winner: Layla.>
Metro City may be cleaned up, but some things never change. The Industrial District is still dingy and dirty, and far more likely to be the scene of major crimes than most other sections; especially the alleyways. This alley in particular is filled with industrial refuse- full dumpsters, stacks of half broken pallets. If not for some conveniently placed floodlights it'd be dark and foreboding, though as it is every detail can be seen in perfect details.
Wandering into the alley on one end is a man that might be familiar to people who watched the previous weeks SNF, a man in black wearing a nice leather jacket and a t-shirt advertising the fighting troupe he used to lead, none other than Rick Knight, who not only represents this region but is well known for having fought crime here. A wide grin displays on his face as he saunters in, all casual, rather happy to play the part of the do-gooder in broadcast again, and eager to meet his opposing heel.
"So! I heard there was a bit of scum to be cleaned out of the gutter. What is it this time, drugs, extortion, blackmail?" He cracks his neck from one side to the other and cockily wanders deeper before pointing dramatically towards the other end, "Whatever it is you, better beware. I'm here to clean this city up, and I'm not leaving without a punk to book into Central!"
Layla, for her part, is leaning against a wall in the shadow of one of those large dumpsters... dressed in her usual ragged blue denims with her earthen brown hair bound up in a fairly neat ponytail that hangs down over her right shoulder. Her left snakeskin boot taps quietly against the wall as she leans, and adjusts the fit of those equally worn faabric fighting gloves of hers. The dirty, studded, knuckles of these gloves shift around on her hands as she pulls the glove to and fro... finally coming to rest right on her knuckles as she pulls them tight. That oddly well-polished steel chain of hers is snappped to the lip of her jeans at her right side, coiled up neatly, and waiting for the right time to be used. It'd be difficult to see he earthen eyed girl, unless you were looking right at her, due to the angle of incidence she had from those flood lights... and especially for that hulking dumpster.
She'd been paid off to show up here, and told she'd get to kick the shit out of some do-gooder who liked to muck with gangs. Truth be told, she didn't give a damn that he was messing around in gang territory or playing hero. She thought both of these things pretty stupid but... she was really just looking for a good scrap. And hey, if a guy could beat up gangs on his own...?
That's, why when Rick calls out in that boisterous manner, and seemingly walks right past her... she just walks out of the shadows behind him slwoly and chuckles. "Nice night for a fight, isn't it...?"
Rick pauses mid step when he hears a voice behind him, taking half a step back with one foot and using it to spin himself around to face the voice. He gives the woman a quick look over, and decides this must be the person sent, even if she doesn't seem willing to play at theatrics for the sake of the audience. Oh well, there'll always be a next time.
"Sure is. And from what I hear you're just the person to look for to get one. That's right isn't it? Good." As he looks he can't help but be a little jarred by the duality of her otherwise pretty features and the scars that mar them. "You're a pretty tough character, aren't you? Guess I won't have to worry about holding back to make things exciting."
He drops into his fighting stance, weight held forward as he bops up and down on his toes, fits held up in front of him. "You look like a busy woman. I won't keep you waiting- let's dance."
Layla laughs, softly, with a hint of derision in her voice when he comments that she looks like the right person to come to for a beating. "...I might be!"
She's still yanking on those gloves though, seemed she couldn't get the fit quite right. Possibly because of the bandages she's actually wearing beneath her clothes, hardly visible though, after managing to finally escape the hospital. She wasn't in great shape yet still, and her muscles still ached, but that wouldn't stop her from fighting.
She finally turns toward him completely, finished messing about with her clothes, and assumes her own fighting stance... a very agressive one lacking virtually any style... she's just basically leaning forward on her leading foot with fists up... ready to start throwing punches should he decide to charge her. "I look like a busy woman...?" She laughs again, this time with a bit of a feral grin winding its way into her features. "...I got all the time in the world, this is what I do."
COMBATSYS: Layla has started a fight here.
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Layla 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: RickKnight has joined the fight here.
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RickKnight 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Layla
It's amusing that she takes such a stance, because Rick's is nearly identical to her own, ready to rush in and start the ass kicking, though there is some style and technique involved in his. "You look like you got all kinds of jobs to go to, and all kinds of weaklings to beat up. You might have to take your time with me though- I'm no weakling!"
He sets out to prove it right away, breaking into a quick sprint and immediately getting in her face. He leads with a powerful straight punch towards her jaw with his right arm, and follows with a gut punch from his left, lowering his head and trying to slam into her with his shoulder and bowl her to the ground from the very get go. "Grh!"
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks RickKnight's Wild Rush.
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RickKnight 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Layla
As Rick charges right into her territory, Layla's feral grin grows with every step. Every single heart beat she has to wait is a heart beat too long. She'd been out of the fighting business for nearly a damn week! That's like quitting crack for a monthn for someone who thrives off of the adrenaline of a fight for her.
She liked the fact this guy lead off ferociously, with a very difficult to deal with assault no less. But she does manage to block it never the less, her fists snapping out to catch his and the headbutt? Layla blocks it... with her own head! Rick's skull slams into her crown and the brazilian girl can alrready feel the pain... and the adrenaline... its like being back home again!
"You're pretty damn fierce..." She says, straining against him as he tries to push past her. "BUT I'M JUST GETTING WARMED UP!" She shouts, practically in his hair, and then breaks the deadlock with him suddenly to throw a hard right to the right-side of his face aided by body torsion.
COMBATSYS: RickKnight endures Layla's Jab Punch.
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RickKnight 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Layla
Rick grins as she manages to hold him off, the crack on his head causing him to give it a quick shake. He shoves back as she screams at him, digging his feet in and trying to overpower her. But when she throws that punch he takes a different route, his head snapping to the side from the force of it as he reaches up and grabs for the arm as it's extended, latching on tight and then throwing his weight back and flinging himself to the ground, and should he get his hold he'll twist his body and violently bring her with him, intending to throw her over his shoulder and slam her to the ground.
"Great! I'd be pretty damn disappointed if all you could do was fend off a few punches! How about you show me what you can -really- do?"
COMBATSYS: Layla Toughs Out RickKnight's Quick Throw!
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RickKnight 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Layla
The thuggish womans fist connects solidly with a satisfying smacking sound as her studded knuckles find their way into his cheek. But her satisfaction is cut short by him not only enduring the hit like it was barely anything, but also managing to grab her arm and launch a counter-attack that soon sees her flying through the air and the smashing into the concrete on her spine!
OOF!
Daaamn... that knocked the breathe out of her. Maybe something else too. Still, less than a moment after she's hit the ground she jerks her arm away and rolls away from him. Coming to a squat a few feet away, and then standing up fully... charging back into his territory immediately with all of the speed her legs could muster. As soon as she gets close enough, she rears up on one leg and thrusts a booted foot toward his gut with all the force her powerful muscles and momentum provide. "HOW ABOUT THIS FOR STARTERS, THEN??"
COMBATSYS: RickKnight blocks Layla's Gut Buster.
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RickKnight 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Layla
The man pops back up to his feet almost as soon as he hits the ground, continuing his motion into a twist that lets him bounce right back up. Any thoughts that that rough looking impact lessened her resolve are immediately out of his head though as she comes charging immediately into his face.
Not expecting a kick he's caught partially off guard and has to hop back away from her, but manages to do it in time, bringing his own leg up and catching the blow on his shin- painful, but much less than taking a boot to the stomach. "Gh- That's more like it! You pack a lot of punch."
His mouth widens into a grin, "Just the way I like it!" He steps in close and returns her kick with one of his own, twisting around as he moves in and trying to plant the back of his heel right into her side, exerting a grunt of effort in the final moments of the attack.
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks RickKnight's Strong Punch.
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RickKnight 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Layla
Snakeskin boots skid audibly against the concrete as Layla charges into her circle and thrusts her right foot toward his solar plexus. It is, not entirely surprisingly, stopped dead by a well-placed shin by the other fighter. It isn't quite what she was looking for, but it provokes a satisfied grin regardless as he clearly feels the force of her impact. This was, indeed, going to be a good fight here! Clearly, this man could take her punishment, which only meant she should give him even MORE!
"Yeah..." She replies, lowering her voice again for the moment. "You fight pretty damn good too!"
Then, that kick aimed for her side comes and she throws up her left arm to block it... bone and muscle SCREAMING at her with the force of his kick... her face twisting into a tiny grimace momentarily... but she figures it was still better than her ribcage.
Then she hops back a step or two from him, that well-polished whip snapping off from her jeans and being whirled in a tight, blindingly fast, orbit about her right. It would seem the foreplay is over. "Let's get this started for real then...!" She flings that chain outwards toward Rick, attempting to wind it around his neck, and if she succeeds? She's going to try to jerk him sideways and slam him into the metal dumpster nearby with as much force as she can manage with that chain.
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits RickKnight with Shifting Storm.
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RickKnight 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Layla
Rick retracts his leg after the kick, hopping from side to side, smirking a little as she backs away from him. The smirk disappears quickly when she unleashes her whip, trying to jump back as it flies towards his neck. He's not nearly fast enough for it and she gets her hold, a choking sound from his throat the only reply she gets as he's slammed into a dumpster, putting a large dent in it and causing his back to arch in an unnatural manner after the impact.
"Yeah," he says from the ground, after a few coughs, "That's what I'm talkin' about. But I see through you. You're trying to keep me away- well too bad, because HERE I COME!"
Rather than picking himself up normally he lifts himself up with his arms and then shoves off from a crouch, taking off like an Olympic runner and trying to close the gap created between the two in mere moments. He makes to swing for her face but then drops down into another low crouch, his fist dropping before he leaps upward and tries to rock her with a heavy handed uppercut.
COMBATSYS: Layla Toughs Out RickKnight's Driving Upper EX!
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RickKnight 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Layla
Feeling the blow connect Rick continues his follow through, lifting the both into the air before wrapping his arms around her and inverting them both, smashing her head first into the ground in a brutal piledriver.
Trying to keep him away?? "FUCK NO!" She shouts, as he accuses her of trying to keep him back, but given the speed of his recovery it happens to coincide with him running toward her instead. Perhaps only reinforcing the idea that she's trying to keep him back with that chain.
Still, this gives him the time he needs to turn the tables and charge into her territory now... speeding like a human bullet... and launch that hard uppercut that cleanly connects with her chin. The sheer force of the uppercut sends Layla skyward, stunned, just long enough to finish leaping into the air and grab her in his arms. How romantic... oh wait... wrong situation, wrong story!!
She soon finds herself facedown, the pair of the speeding toward the ground hastily, and she has only but a second or so to react before she eats concrete. But, she won't be the only one eating concrete, if she can help it at all. Those arms of hers, with what little movements they can muster, try to feed the chain around his backside and bind his body tightly to hers with all of the strength she can manage in an attempt to prevent him from escaping at the last minute. Turning his nasty little piledriver attempt into what may soon be a piledriver for two!
COMBATSYS: RickKnight endures Layla's Medium Throw.
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RickKnight 1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1 Layla
Caught by his own technique, and even worse lashed tightly to Layla without a way of escaping, Rick has only two choices: try to brace for impact, or struggle for control. He chooses the latter.
Oh, there's no doubt who's the one going head first, a snarl of pain escaping his lips as his head impacts cement, but fighting through the pain he suddenly jerks his body immediately after impact. Rather than flopping onto his back he ends up falling on top of Layla, and with him lashed to her no less.
What better time than this for a bit of Ground 'n Pound?
He pulls his knees up to his chest and forces himself off of her, and throws a quick combination of jabs at her face, which soon results in many stronger hooks and straights, his fists suddenly enveloped by bright yellow energy as he ruthlessly tries to pound her into submission. "Ha, ha, ha, ha! HYAH! RAGH! RRGH! NNG! YAH!"
COMBATSYS: RickKnight successfully hits Layla with Righteous Onslaught.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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RickKnight 0/-------/---====|=======\======-\1 Layla
BAM!
Layla feels her world spin and sharp pain shoot from her head to her toes as her head meets solid concrete. That definitely busted her lip too, as she could feel sharp, burning, pain coming from the lower lip. The concrete took the worst of it though, a rather large hole is now where her head impacted after the ground gave way.
No sooner does she start to regain her senses after the impact, however, and she could already feel the weight of Rick as he rolls over ontop of her... wait... he just rolled over ontop of her??
The disadvantage of binding him so close to her body would soon become apparrent as he proceeds to beat her around the face furiously with his fists... busting up her lip even worse and leaving what would later be bruises all over her face to compliment her scars.
As the beeatings finally cease, however, she takes that chain she'd been holding wrapped around his backside earlier and attempts to wrap it around his freakin' neck and strangle him! "GOD DAMNIT! YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT!" If she succeeds, however, she will not /only/ strangle him but also proceed to jerk his head in and out for several very fierce headbutts! "GRRRAAHHH!!!"
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits RickKnight with Blackout.
- Power hit! -
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RickKnight 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Layla
Rick has committed himself fully to the attack, and he's left panting after he finally stops, which doesn't bode well for him when she suddenly puts that damn chain around his neck and starts choking the life out of him. He wants to suck in huge gulps of air but suddenly finds himself unable to, choking and gagging. What's worse is he's knocked almost completely silly by her headbuts, causing hot white flashes to spring in front of his eyes before everything starts to go dark.
In a ring match with a ref they might call it right here, as Rick seems to be unable to do anything but slap at her near helplessly with his hands, but it would be a mistake. Eventually he tries a better method, and gets his fingers under that chain, using all his strength to pry it off and get his head out, a huge gasp coming from him as his eyebrow, nose, and lips ooze blood.
He immediately rolls off of her and staggers away, his first attempt to stand failing, but finally he does get to his feet, able to do nothing for a few moments than put hands on his knees and just breathe. In between gasps he looks up at Layla, "J-jesus! You're freakin' deadly with that thing, aren't you?"
COMBATSYS: RickKnight gains composure.
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RickKnight 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Layla
BAM! BAM! BAM! WHAAAAAAM!
Three viciously hard strikes with her seemingly inhumanly hard head are given whilst she pulls tightly on that chain so tight that - if he were a lesser opponent - she might've broken his neck. Then a final strike is delivered, her whole body from the waist up rising up off of the floor for this one and it is delivered with as much force as she can abolutely muster - which was usually enough to absolutely destroy concrete and brick. This attacks ROYALLY FUCKING HURT her too, and the last strike was particularly hard for her to deliver given her bodies pain threshold had nearly been hit and she found herself struggling against her own body to deliver it. Not to mention she nearly lapsed in consciousness after that last hit. It also didn't help that, whilst she was doing this, he was flailing about like a fish out of water and slappingher in the face!
But such was Layla's fighting style, if it didn't hurt like a son of a bitch it wasn't worth doing!
As Rick finally manages to escape from her chain strangle, the woman just... clambers to her feet... staggering back a few steps and the bracing herself against a wall... "No fuckin' shit.." She replies, winded... hurting.. and still quite dazed herself. "What'd ya think I was gonna do, kiss you?" She casts him a sidelong glance... a bit of a concerned look to her despite the viciousness she'd demonstrated earlier. She wasn't really trying to kill him, honestly, and she's glad she didn't but... she guessed she kind of lost it there.
COMBATSYS: Layla focuses on her next action.
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RickKnight 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Layla
To his surprise she isn't barreling after him, ready cave his head in while he recovers. It just goes to show that even if you have a brutal fighting style you can still be decent! Breath heavily he does, slowly looking more and more normal. "Hah, no, but I wasn't expecting you to choke me to death either. Well, just remember this- stop squeezing if they start turning blue!" He seems to at least have a sense of humor about it.
He gives his head a quick shake and reaches up with his hand to wipe the blood off of his face, partially effective in that there's less on it, though what's still there is smeared quite badly. "That was a nice break... but it's time we got back down to business. Lets find out who's spirit is strongest, shall we, sister?!"
He's good for his word and wastes not a moment longer, jogging towards her before doing a half spin and suddenly launching himself at her heel first, one leg extended far out in front of him while trying to plant it squarely in the center of her chest, "Jeeeeeet KICK!"
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks RickKnight's Jet Kick.
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RickKnight 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Layla
Layla, for her part, just stands there... leaning against the wall and trying to catch her breathe whilst he does all the talking. It amazed her that he even could at this point, considering he'd taken the worst of the last assault and she could still hardly catch her breath. Though... the low buzzing at the back of her head was what was really distracting her... she knew that probably meant she was bound for a migraine later. "Stop exaggerating...! Ya' big baby! I wasn't planning to kill you." This is said, somewhat playfully, despite the fact that they were still midst fight." "I don't need to be told when to turn loose either."
That said, as he finishes wiping the blood from his face and stands up... she does finally quit resting on her laurels and prepare herself for whatever comes... snapping that well-polished chain whip up from the ground and into her right hand.
She isn't prepared, however, for the speed at which it comes. Even despite the left arm that's thrown up to try and grab the leg and stop it before it connects, the kick that was thrown for her chest does connect... albeit with less force then it would have and she grimaces and he basically kicks her right in the god damned boob! "DID YOU JUST KICK ME IN THE FUCKIN' BOOBS??" She shouts again, her voice rising again in anger. "LET ME SHOW YOU WHAT THAT FEELS LIKE!" She then lashes out with that chain, once again, to try and wrap it around the poor dope's neck. If she succeds, she'll then drag him inward and... pinch his nose extremely hard???
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits RickKnight with Rebound Whip.
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RickKnight 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Layla
What is it with her and chaining people around the neck?! Just like before Rick tries to squirt out of the way but it's to no avail, his attempt at ducking not fast enough for her quick arm. He gets snagged and yanked in with another gagging sound, though at least this time he's smart enough to clench his neck muscles so his breathing doesn't get cut off.
"Where do you want me to kick you, the face?!" he shouts back at her, only to get his nose tweaked painfully, jerked close by her yank on the chain. "Augh!" he shouts in pain, voice muffled somewhat as his nasal passages are cut off.
If she wants to pull him close he can deal with that, though. While she's busy crushing cartridge he reaches for her and tries to grab her about the hips before shoving off with his legs, trying to leap into the air with her in tow...
COMBATSYS: Layla endures RickKnight's Meteor Slam.
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RickKnight 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Layla
%...tand once in the air he pulls her back and flings her hard to the ground, the woman leaving a trail of brilliant yellow energy through the air, which detonates violently in a showy explosion as she hits the ground. Of course that might not go as planned, what with that chain about his neck.
As she jerks him close to her again, clamping down on his nose HARD in a effort to show him what being kicked in the hooters feels like, she doesn't really expects him to try yet another aerial throw again for some damned reason... and so is caught off guard as he grabs her about the waist again and proceeds to leap into the air even whilst she's still holding his nose AND has a chain wrapped around his freakin' neck. What's he fuckin' stupid???
Fortunately for him, however, she turns loose of his nose in her surprise and gravity does the work of getting rid of the chain problem for him.... her hand turning loose of it as she's sent hurtling toward the ground below in a trail of freakin' fairy dust!.
Then there's the explosion that ensues, violent enough to blow a GIANT crater around her body into the concrete and blast dust and debris and chunks of concrete everywhere.
Most people would not be getting up after an attack like that... that's a one-way trip to the ER. But Layla... is not most people.
After a few moments of lying face down on the ground, virtually motionless, a dull crimson aura slowly begins to be emitted from her body... limbs suddenly becoming animated again as her psycho power kicks in and begins to course through her body. It's subtle, one not extremely sensitive to psycho power might not even be able to sense it, but its there... amplifying her bodies ability to recover just briefly enough to allow her to regain consciousness and start moving. After that, however, the subtle glow quickly dies out.. both due to her inability to consciously use the stuff as well as a near complete absence of mental energy for it to feed off of.
Shambling to her feet again... debris falling off of her as she stares forward with unfocused eyes for a moment... she finally manages to muster the conscious effort to will her body to move one step at a time.
The first thing she does, is to pick up her chain whip from the ground nearby. The second thing? Find Rick. Once her eyes have focused on him again, they narrowly danngerously... the thuggish woman charging back toward him like a pissed off female rhino. The first thing she does, the first thing! is to... swinging that chain straight for his neck. The second thing, provided the first connects, is to rush into him and plant a HARD foot in his solar plexus followed by a vicious elbow to an exposed temple followed by a good, HARD, smash to the jaw with her fist! Regardless of whether, or how much, this connects... she will probably faint again herself... having spent the very last of her energry.
COMBATSYS: RickKnight fails to interrupt Beat Yo' Ass! from Layla with Jet Kick.
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COMBATSYS: RickKnight can no longer fight.
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Rick lands from the throw and drops into a crouch, letting out an exhalation. He stands up and carefully watches the spot where Layla landed, the blast having kicked up quite a lot of dust and debris. When she appears she's coming right for him, and the only thing that enters his mind is to meet her halfway, all or nothing. He runs at her and does another half-spin, flinging himself at her once more leg first, though has the chivalry to try and plant his foot in her stomach this time.
Unfortunately for him he's caught mid flight, her foot reaching him first and blasting the wind entirely out of his lungs, leaving him helpless for the vicious follow up strikes that come after. His head rocks back and forth from the blows, and when she finally releases him he drops to the ground, grunting and involuntarily wrapping his arms about himself, cradling his damaged internals.
Layla, too, hits the ground hard after delivering her final attack for the entire battle. She had, somehow, miraculously retained consciousness... but it was damn near useless at this point as her body was absoluely not going to move. She had to wait for the Saturday Night Fights Crew to get here to... hey, where were those fuckin' cameras anyway? The last thought she has before her consciousness starts to slip again is... great... another fuckin' hospital visit coming right up.
COMBATSYS: Layla has ended the fight here.
Log created on 02:52:11 07/22/2012 by Layla, and last modified on 19:53:21 07/22/2012.