Description: Rio decides to show up early at the Drunken Haggis with a message for Beth Cale. Caiomhe arrives shortly thereafter by falling out of the ceiling, possibly somewhat inebriated. What ensues is a rather unconventional match, and both women decide to raise the stakes a bit. (Winner: Rio)
Rio is wearing a flower-patterned Kimono, with volumous sleeves. She pours out shot by shot into glasses on the table in front of her, in neat lines in front of two seats. Two large, empty whiskey bottles are already placed. Dramatic classical music plays in the background, but it's a little obscure.
"What's Rio planning on doing showing up this early, Brock? Does she really think that she can beat Caiomhe MacNair at drinking, Brock?"
"I don't know, Candi. Still, the mood in the crowd is tense. You can almost cut it with a penguin! ...Did I tell you I once had a penguin, Candi?"
"...I think you've had enough, Brock."
Rio grins at the closeup camera. "So I see you're finally joining us! Watch as I utterly defeat Caiomhe MacNair." She pauses, then tilts her head a bit to one side. "Since public airwaves are for education, I thought I'd educate you all a little while we wait." She claps her hands together, causing a quick flash of light - then opens her hands to reveal a large scroll showing a chart on it.
"Now, if you look here, this is the overall operating costs and expected revenues of Saturday Night Fight and Friday Night Rumble." She points to a tiny bar of the SNF costs, highlighted in yellow. "This is how much they pay fighters. You may notice that it's less than 5% of Saturday Night Fight's net income. Does that seem fair to you? They are running crazy profit margins here." She motions to the other graph. "Now, here's the same bar on Friday Night Rumble. You'll notice it doesn't exist." She shakes her head slowly.
"Why would that be? Well, all the prizes won in Friday Night Rumble effectively remain the property of Friday Night Rumble - they can take it back for whatever reason, or bet it on something else. With Ryuuzaki Hibiki dying in G-King lately, you'd have to be a fool to fight without money." She bites her lower lip a little, her eyes tearing up. "That poor man...." She shakes her head. "Yes, we don't fight just for the sake of money, but- isn't it reasonable to ask for a small share of profits when it is us putting our lives on the line? You're making an amazing profit on it, of course, but you can't even be bothered to give a little bit of that away to the fighters that /make it possible/." She wipes away her tears, her eyebrows furrowing as she /glares/ at the camera. "What disgusting greed! Only a /complete fool/ would come onto this show!"
She wipes away the tears, pauses for a moment, then blinks. "Darn it, I came onto this show, didn't I?" A wink. "But, while I may be a fool, I was only foolish because it was a way to challenge their greed in a way they couldn't ignore." A dramatic pause.
"Now, of course, I can't stop Bethany Cale from editing all of this out of the fight. If she does, she's a coward, and I'll figure out another way." Like showing the footage of the cameras she's hidden earlier. "But Bethany - if you aren't a coward, you should do the right thing, and pay people properly for Friday Night Rumble." She flips a half-dollar in the air, and catches it, and smacks it on the table, where instead of a quarter, a shower of fifty pennies falls down. "Or face me personally, Bethany Cale. We could gamble over it - but I doubt gambling is your style, since you like profiteering, not business."
"Of course, I had to come onto this show to share this message, and since I'm a woman of honor, I'll still fight in it!" She spreads her arms out wide. "But, I'd like to call all my fellow fighters out there to boycott Friday Night Rumble from this day on, until they pay us our fair share!" She bows formally. "Thank you!"
The announce crew seem a bit flabbergasted at this point.
"Wait, can she say that? Are we still going?"
"Well Brock, I think I just figured out who my favourite in this match is going to be. Where is she? Caiomhe MacNair!"
As if on cue, suddenly, out of a trapdoor in the ceiling tumbles a green, blue, purple, red and white blur of tartan, skin and hair. Luckily for her, Caiomhe has experience taking falls from her days as a luchadora, but still, the impact on the wooden floor sounds painful as she hits it on her knees and forearms, the shot glasses shaking with the thud. Moments later a few bottles tumble down to the floor as well. Caiomhe quickly bounces up to her feet, doing her best to pretend that nothing happened as she looks at the camera and strikes a pose, raising her arms.
"Wooooooooooo!"
"Oh god, Brock, I think she found the Spicy Haggis's old prohibition cache."
"She doesn't look that prohibited to me!"
Quickly lowering her arms, Caiomhe brushes down her tartan skirt and kicks the bottles on the floor off-screen, before turning to Rio. "So, if I understand what you're tryin' to say, lass, it's that you're not getting paid enough to get your arse kicked by yours truly?"
Caiomhe flexes her muscles as she strikes a cheesy mock-bodybuilder pose.
"Well, I'd have to say that yer probably damn right abou' that! But I'll tell you what. I'm not here for money, or a shiny new moped! Okay, maybe I'm sort of here for the moped."
She gets a thoughtful expression on her face and reaches up to rub her chin.
"But mostly, I am here because there's fightin' to be done, and a MacNair never backs down from a fight! Except Conner, but he's a big pansy."
Caiomhe wobbles just a bit and brushes her cherry red locks from her eyes as she drops into a fighting stance opposite from Rio.
"Also, I think I heard you say somethin' about only fools comin' on this show, and to that I take personal exception!"
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe has started a fight here.
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Rio tilts her head to one side, then the other, and scratches the side of her head. "..See, I was /going/ to try to convince you to do this drinking contest before we started, because MacNairs can't hold their liquor, but now I'm guessing you're more into the face-smashing mood."
A slight shrug of her shoulders, and she snaps her fingers, a lit match appearing in them. She drops the match into a particular one of the cups on her side, lighting it on fire, then tosses it over the other side of the table, setting half of the cups on it ablaze. She picks up the cups, and starts to rapidly throw them one by one at Caiomhe.
"Someone who fights purely for the sake of fighting wouldn't need to fight in front of cameras!" Her sleeve catches fire a little.
"Someone who wants to do something useful with their power wouldn't jump onto Friday Night Rumble just to fight!" She puts out the sleeve, and holds the last eight shots of flaming whisky, four in each hand.
"I'm afraid that you, my dear MacNair, are the very definition of a fool!" And with that, she throws the last eight.
COMBATSYS: Rio has joined the fight here.
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Caiomhe 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Rio
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe dodges Rio's Large Thrown Object.
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Caiomhe 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Rio
As the flaming shot glasses start to fly at her, Caiomhe looks visibly offended.
"Can't hold our liquor?"
A glass sails past her ear as she staggers out of its arc.
"T'ere aint a MacNair alive who cannae hold their liquor!"
Two more sail over her head as she bends back, before righting herself.
"And only a fool tries to challenge a Scot to a drinking contest!"
She spins past the last of the shots thrown in her direction before launching into a whirling double capoeira kick aimed at Rio's middle, the Scottish fighter's skirt fanning up to briefly flash tartan bikini bottoms. The move is quite fast and graceful for an apparently inebriated girl.
COMBATSYS: Rio interrupts Spider Dance from Caiomhe with Random Weapon.
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Caiomhe 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Rio
Rio rolls back under the table as Caiomhe comes towards her, and rises up underneath it, flipping the top towards Caiomhe to knock into her leg, then driving it forwards with her shoulder as she tries to knock the feisty MacNair over. Flipping it, of course, knocks off the remaining alcohol shots that were placed for Caiomhe earlier, as well as the nonalcoholic (and thus nonflammable) faux-whiskey shots that were placed on Rio's side.
"Of course! We've already established the fact that I'm a fool!" She smiles.
Even if this isn't a fight I place /any/ value in, I'm going to do my best to win because that's my rule!" A pause, then she tilts her head.
"Of course, if you're /so confident/ of your victory, maybe we should make a little bet. Make things interesting! What do you say?"
Caiomhe ends up tumbling head over wrestling boots as Rio causes her to smack hard into the table. Landing on her back with her knees tucked and elbows braced, she grunts with annoyance before pushing herself up onto her feet, her back turned to Rio.
"Alright, lass. You've got me intrigued. I'll bite," she says as she takes the moment's lull in the fight to dust herself off, then reach down to make sure her laces are tied properly, still keeping her back to the other fighter. "Just how interesting are you thinking of making things? What are you putting up and what are you expecting?"
The announcers cut in briefly.
"Wait, can they just make a bet like that, Candi?"
"What I'd like to know is what MacNair's thinking keeping her back turned like that, Brock."
"Well, I saw this Scottish movie once..."
"I doubt this has anything to do with Braveheart, Brock."
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe focuses on her next action.
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Caiomhe 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Rio
"Simple. If I win, I want you to boycott Friday Night Rumble as long as I do, and make a public announcement about it. If you win...." Rio furrows her brow, and crosses her arms against her chest, standing up all the way behind the table.
"See, the problem with defining a wager for you is that I don't really know what you want. I could make guesses, of course, but considering we just met, I'd be shooting in the dark. What would you like if you win? I'm pretty flexible." She raises a single finger, watching Caiomhe's back carefully.
"Of course, if you ask for something too big, I may want a larger stake on my side if I win, for the sake of fairness."
COMBATSYS: Rio comes up with a CUNNING PLAN.
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Caiomhe 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Rio
Caiomhe stretches her arms languidly over her head, then turns her head slightly, aiming an ear at Rio as she specifies her terms.
"Fair enough," she replies as Rio finishes. "My terms, then. If I win, you have a choice between teaching me your fighting style and participating in a Burns supper on a day of my choosing."
Then, before Rio can have a chance to state whether she accepts one of the terms (or perhaps even ask what Caiomhe is on about) Caiomhe whips around and grabs a bottle off of a nearby table, hurling it hard at her opponent as she's already moving back into position to press the attack.
COMBATSYS: Rio fails to slow Small Thrown Object from Caiomhe with Sudden Fling.
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Caiomhe 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Rio
"It's a deal!" Rio snaps her fingers, and there's an Ace of Spades in her hand. She quickly throws the card, at the bottle, and it embeds itself in it! Then the bottle smacks her in the face and she stumbles backwards, tripping back into a chair, which wobbles backwards, but she hurls herself forwards, putting her into a normal seated position. She looks across to Caiomhe with furrowed eyebrows.
"...What's a Burns supper?"
In most circumstances Caiomhe would be happy to explain to Rio what a Burns supper is. But currently she is busy running headlong at her opponent, feet pounding on the wooden floor. "You'll find out when I win!" she yells as she gives a small hop toward the seated Rio, intending to land on the girl's shoulders and lock her thighs around her head before using her own momentum to continue rolling forward and throw the blonde girl into a nearby table with a hurricanrana maneuver.
COMBATSYS: Rio blocks Caiomhe's Flight of Fancy.
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Caiomhe 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Rio
Rio reaches up and grabs onto Caiomhe's thighs with both hands, taking a step back to deal with the momentum, and spins around, redirecting the energy that Caiomhe hurled towards her. She pushes down and away, trying to throw the taller girl towards the exact same table that she was going to be thrown into. "Don't expect me to lose just so I can know stuff!"
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe instinctively blocks Rio's Medium Throw.
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Caiomhe 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Rio
The throw sends Caiomhe forward, causing her to flip, hit the ground on her back and skid across the floor feet first toward the table, but she manages to arrest her movement by catching the table's support pole between her thighs.
"I figured givin' you the extra incentive couldn't hurt," she says as she bends her legs back, planting her feet on the underside of the tabletop and reaching into one of her boots.
"But frankly, I was expectin' you to lose anyway! By the way, while we're in a pub..."
She kicks the table off and away and rolls forward to put some distance between herself and Rio before twisting around, sending a knockout dart sailing at her opponent.
"Fancy some darts?"
COMBATSYS: Rio dodges Caiomhe's Dart Toss.
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Caiomhe 1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1 Rio
Rio watches Caiomhe's movements carefully as she talks about being in a pub, and when the missile hurls towards her, she blinks, then barely jerks her body out of the way. "Oh, so that's-" She shrugs, interrupting her own musing. "That's just one dart, unless I missed something!"
She rushes in towards Caiomhe, and unleashes a swarm of streamers from one of her volumous kimono-sleeves, aiming it right towards Caiomhe's face to distract her for a moment, then punches her a couple of times with her free hand while steps behind Caiomhe's leg and slams her hips sideways into her, trying to knock her over.
COMBATSYS: Rio successfully hits Caiomhe with Spider's Prismatic Web.
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Caiomhe 1/---====/=======|=======\==-----\1 Rio
"Perhaps ye did, perhaps ye did nae," Caiomhe replies as Rio evades the projectile hurled at her. As the streamers bloom in front of her face, she tenses, trying to watch for the girl's movements and ignoring the colourful assault.
"Aha -"
She seems the punch coming, but then abruptly realises it's too late to duck, though not for lack of trying. The punch connects, then the second, and then suddenly she's knocked sprawling as Rio's hips slam into her.
"Ooh, that was a good one," Caiomhe says as she pushes herself up to her feet. "I'll have to learn that one meself." Her balance regained, she steps toward Rio and spins, aiming a high kick with the heel of her boot at the shorter girl's face.
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe successfully hits Rio with Strong Kick.
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Caiomhe 1/---====/=======|=======\==-----\1 Rio
The kick smacks into Rio's face, and launches her into the air, where she smacks against the corner of the bar, before sliding down between two bar stools. She wipes the blood away from her nose, and grins. "You... have to mix it up a bit." She uses the chair to push herself back up to her feet.
"If you do everything the same time after shooting someone with streamers in the face... they catch on." She springs up behind the bar, grabbing onto a sealed cask of whisky, and tosses it into the air towards Caiomhe. She then lights a card on fire - apparently by flashing her hand over it, and hurls it at the keg.
The edge of the burning card sinks into the glass, and just as it reaches Caiomhe, it explodes, making wood and metal fly everywhere as Rio ducks back behind the bar.
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe overcomes Huge Thrown Object from Rio with Dart Flurry.
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Caiomhe 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Rio
"Aye, that goes without sayin'," Caiomhe replies, resuming a defensive stance as Rio speaks on the subject of mixing things up. "I don't think I'll nick the streamer idea, though - don't think me outfit's got the sleeves for it, and if it did, what's to stop them gettin' caught on somethin'?"
When the keg is hefted, she turns her back, anticipating that it's about to be tossed in her direction. "Here, have a dart!" she yells before turning around and flinging a sudden plethora of darts that fly through the air, several of them smacking into the cask and redirecting it just so that it explodes harmlessly with Caiomhe standing just out of the blast radius, while the remaining darts continue on trajectory toward Rio.
COMBATSYS: Rio interrupts Dart Flurry from Caiomhe with God's Miraculous Flight.
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Caiomhe 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Rio
Rio was crouching down behind the bar to fling herself back up the moment the explosion cleared. Hearing the explosion, she hears it's in the wrong place. Also 'here, have a dart' and some whistling sounds. And in that split second she has to make a decision, she smiles, and hurls herself up over the bar anyways.
"But that's the best part!" She vaults back over the counter, through the oncoming hail of darts, a couple of which stick in her stomach as she flies through the air, her foot aimed straight towards Caiomhe's neck. She hits Caiomhe, knocking her to the ground, then unleashes a flurry of kicks at the Scott's bare stomach as she continues to stand on her neck.
Caiomhe is a little too surprised when Rio decides to plow -through- the flung darts and right into her. Then suddenly Rio is standing on top of her and kicking down on her stomach. "Ghhllllk," comes a rather unflattering noise from the Scottish girls throat, before she finally manages to slip out from underneath Rio and roll under the gate to the back of the bar. Dragging herself up by the shelves, she manages to stagger to her feet, then grab a couple of bottles of whiskey and a shot glass, which she sets up on the counter in view of the cameras.
"There's always time for the Drunken Haggis' line of premium blended whiskeys," she says as she pops open both bottles on the bartop and pours herself a mixed drink, then slams it back. Blatantly leaving herself open to pitch the alcohol.
"Drink responsibly, children!"
Perhaps the alcohol is getting to her.
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe drops her guard to recover.
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Caiomhe 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Rio
Rio narrows her eyes at Caiomhe's sudden salesmanship. "Hey! Shill the stupid whiskey on your own time! We're fighting here!"
She walks up to the taller girl, and raises a hand to point at her face. "If there's one thing I hate, it's being ignored." She reaches up to seize the Scot by the throat, trying to jerk her around to moving to to slam her head into the bar a couple of times should she prove successful.
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe instinctively blocks Rio's Savage Combo.
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Caiomhe 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Rio
Caiomhe manages to get an arm up and grab Rio's own right after the shorter girl gets hold of her neck, but still ends up getting her face slammed into the bar anyway, being completely out of 'fighting mode' and more in 'suddenly buzzed' mode. At least the buzz is enough that she can't notice the pain that should be shooting through her brain right about now. Righting herself vertically, her hair tangling in her eyes, she tries to keep hold of Rio's arm long enough to snap several hard kicks into her face and upper body. Whether she's successful or not, she'll then be proceeding to fall back and collapse behind the bar.
COMBATSYS: Caiomhe can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Rio blocks Caiomhe's Eight Legs Combo.
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Rio 0/-------/-------|
Rio throws a smoke bomb to the ground, and slides right out of the arm of the kimono. The smoke covers her movements, making the kicks a bit off, but she's also blocking them blindly with a single pack of cards in one hand, and one catches her solidly in the side of the face. "Soul stealing technique!"
When the smoke clears, Caiomhe's holding onto a bouquet of flowers in place of the kimono(careful viewers may note that the bottom of the bouquet looks like cloth, even if it's a different pattern then the sleeve), and Rio is standing on the bar, wearing an outfit that copies Caiomhe's, multi-colored wig and all. It's still clearly Rio, though, and her face is starting to swell from repeated kickings. She grins at the camera.
"A victory for Rio Fujisaki! I hope you enjoyed that, because it's the last time myself or Caiomhe will be appearing on this show until my demands are met!" She points at another camera dramatically.
"Bethany Cale, you'd better give in soon, because the longer you wait, the further I'll drag you down into hell! With purely legal tactics! You don't stand a chance if you face me!" She slides back down behind the bar, then pops back up, and waggles a finger.
"No souls were stolen in this show, although the rightful profits of fighters certainly were. CUT!" She grins.
"...right now, because it won't be particularly exciting to watch me make sure Miss MacNair is all right."
She crouches down next to Caiomhe, disappearing behind the bar. "Hey... you okay there?"
Log created on 16:30:41 07/30/2012 by Caiomhe, and last modified on 21:59:13 07/30/2012.