Description: Razor and Damnd square off in an attempt to win a truckload of Red Lobster food, Razor to try and relieve the downtrodden citizens of Metro City, Damnd to try and relieve a bad case of the munchies. Nothing inspires wrath in Razor like a drug dealer, but it seems nothing inspires Damnd to fight like the promise of fresh maritime lobster. (Winner: Damnd)
It's Saturday Night Fight, and the stakes couldn't be higher. A feast of seafood, all of it for the winner - and Damnd intends to take the prize. He shows up at Red Lobster, smoking a joint to get him hungry for all the food he's gonna eat. As he smokes indoors, in clear defiance of the fire marshal, he looks at all the food...Lobster, oysters, clams, crab, fish, and biscuits...Oh those delicious biscuits. Salivating, Damnd puffs his joint, sneaking a biscuit early and biting down on it.
COMBATSYS: Damnd has started a fight here.
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Damnd 0/-------/-------|
There's a lot more food waiting to be won than Razor could possibly want to eat. Well, except for the Cheddar Bay biscuits, maybe. There's always room for one more of those. However, Razor isn't just here to win the food for himself. In a crisis like the one Metro City is undergoing, that would seem a bit self-indulgent. Rather, he's here to win the food prize for those who are in need after the gangs have been taking everything.
And the fact that the one man standing between himself and the food at stake is Damnd only gives Razor more reason to fight. He's waiting off to the side of the restaurant, watching out one of the windows when the smell of pot smoke starts to waft through the air, causing him to furrow his brow in disgust. Turning toward the Jamaican druglord, he immediately drops into a fighting stance. "You?!"
He clenches his hands into fists. "You're polluting my air... and you're EATING MY BISCUITS!!"
COMBATSYS: Razor has joined the fight here.
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Damnd 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Razor
Damnd looks over at Razor, narrowing his eyes behind his blue shades. "De feeling is mutual. Do you know how much money you stole from me?" he asks, setting the biscuit down. He puts his spent joint out in a cup of soda, before he begins running at Razor. "It's payback time! I've got de munchies, and all dis food is MINE!" he shouts, leaping into the air and attempting to take Razor down with a clothesline. Whereas Razor wants the food for the poor, Damnd wants it all for himself. It's not often he gets to eat lobster, after all.
COMBATSYS: Damnd successfully hits Razor with Flying Clothesline.
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Damnd 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Razor
The flying clothesline is effectively caught. By Razor's face. The impact bowls him over, sending him tumbling into the stand of one of the tables lining the sides of the area they're fighting in. The collision of head on metal is audible and painful-sounding, but rather than taking time to hurt, Razor uses a chair to pull himself to his feet. "This food could feed a family for days!" he yells at Damnd. "I'm not letting a case of the munchies stand between me and doing what's right!" With that he spins around, aiming a high axe kick toward the bigger brawler's chest.
COMBATSYS: Damnd blocks Razor's Straight Edge.
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Damnd 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Razor
Damnd raises his forearm, catching the kick with a meaty thump and pushing Razor backwards. "Mon, I don't care about no families needin' no food. I'm hungry! I'm gonna eat some shrimp first...Den de lobster...Den de crab...Maybe some fried clam..." he rambles, before attempting to pick Razor up off his feet. He aims to slam him backwards into the ground, visions of lobster in his head.
COMBATSYS: Damnd successfully hits Razor with Back Drop.
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Damnd 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Razor
Razor is too slow to escape the pot-fuelled grasp of the drug lord, and gets hoisted and slammed into the hard floor. "Hrngh..." He tries to take the landing, but it still rattles him, causing significant pain. "Sounds like... some fine dining," Razor half-wheezes, half-spits in contempt as he starts picking himself up again, he reaches for the nearest table, grabbing it and swinging it around hard at the Jamaican dealer. Salt and pepper shakers and napkins alike go flying around the restaurant. "Sounds like you're gonna be needing a table!"
COMBATSYS: Damnd blocks Razor's Large Random Weapon.
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Damnd 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Razor
The table shatters over Damnd, sending bits and pieces of wood everywhere. "You got no clue how sick I am of eating spam and grilled cheese," Damnd says to Razor, shaking off the impact of the improvised weapon. "I mean, I never get to eat lobster," he continues, as he attempts to grab Razor with his burly arms, then squeeze him hard with a bear hug. "So if I gotta crush you to get some good food, I hope you understand, mon!"
COMBATSYS: Razor auto-guards Damnd's Medium Throw!
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Damnd 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Razor
Razor pushes himself away from Damnd when the bigger man attempts to grapple him, avoiding getting caught up in the bear hug. "What, Red Lobster won't take your drug money? Or are you just broke after you let a junkie run off with your cash?" he asks as he weaves in, then aims to grab Damnd and force him into a headlock, before attempting to break the headlock with a solid punch to Damnd's face.
COMBATSYS: Razor successfully hits Damnd with Bottled Violence.
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Damnd 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Razor
Damnd gets wrestled into the headlock, struggling with Razor, before he gets punched in the head. He stumbles backwards, his sunglasses hanging off his face. He goes through so many pairs of sunglasses that way! Removing the warped shades, he says, "Hey, mon, I don't question de way you narc, don't question my biddiness!" He explodes forward, attempting to bowl Razor over with his cannonball attack.
COMBATSYS: Razor blocks Damnd's Damnd Ball.
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Damnd 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Razor
Razor gets knocked back and down by Damnd's assault, though he manages to get his arms up to absorb the brunt of the collision. As both fighters hit the ground, he moves to try and gain the advantage. "I don't question the way you do business," he says, trying to plant a hand on one of Damnd's shoulders to shove the big man's dreadlocked head against the ground before throwing a series of punches into his face with the other hand. "What I question is the way you ruin lives!"
COMBATSYS: Damnd blocks Razor's Beat Ray.
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Damnd 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Razor
Damnd shields his face with his arms, before exploding to his feet with a surge of energy. "Ruin lives?! I don't make them use de dope! De want it! I'm a hero, like Robin Hood! Drug users' rights aren't protected - I'm just like Martin Luther King!" That somewhat strange claim aside, he rushes forward, falling on Razor with a flurry of fists.
COMBATSYS: Razor endures Damnd's Punch Mayhem.
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Damnd 1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Razor
Razor just stares at Damnd when he starts to compare himself first to Robin Hood, then to Martin Luther King. He doesn't even bring up his guard when the punches start flying toward him, weathering the hits to his face, even as his lip splits and his nose starts to bleed, bruises already starting to darken his skin as he's rocked by the blows. When the storm breaks, he's still standing, though. "Those people fought to free people from oppression! You only try to keep people oppressed!" He surges forward in wrath, trying to hit Damnd with a strong punch to the lower body intended to double him over. If that succeeds, he will proceed to attempt to grab him by the dreadlocks and hitting him with one knee after the other, then hammer an elbow into his back to try and beat him down further before throwing stomps and kicks.
COMBATSYS: Damnd endures Razor's House of Suffering.
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Damnd 1/-----==/=======|>>>>---\-------\0 Razor
Damnd gets socked right in the gut, keeling over, before he's grabbed by his bleach blond hair and gets repeatedly smashed in the face by the knees, his face getting bloody, before he's slammed back to the ground by the elbow to his spine. As the stomps and kicks fly, Damnd suddenly lets out a mighty roar, exploding upwards in a ball of spinning limbs. He bounces off a wall, before flying at Razor like a living pinball.
COMBATSYS: Razor blocks Damnd's Super Damnd Ball.
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Damnd 0/-------/------=|>>>>>--\-------\0 Razor
As the flying Jamaican rockets toward him, Razor turns a shoulder toward him and raises his arms to protect himself. The impact is still enough to send him sliding on his feet back across the carpet and against a wall, where he catches himself and arrests his movement. His ribs ache, his arms bruised from the punishment they've been absorbing, and one of his eyes is starting to swell shut. But he's not ready to give up the fight yet, not with so many biscuits on the line. Steadying himself, he raises his dukes and stares across the room at Damnd. "What are you waiting for? Come and get me!" he yells, before spitting some blood on the nice, clean carpet.
COMBATSYS: Razor focuses on his next action.
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Damnd 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Razor
Damnd bounces off of Razor and flips off him to his feet in a surprising show of agility for such a big, heavily muscled guy. "I'm about to be in lobster heaven! Mmm, buttery lobster, fried shrimp, steamed clams...Here I come!" He rushes forward quickly, swinging out with his fist at Razor's face. He's out of breath, but still quite tenacious.
COMBATSYS: Razor fails to interrupt Medium Punch from Damnd with Raise Your Fist.
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Damnd 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Razor
Razor steels himself as the attack comes in, attempting to duck and intercept the swung fist with a rising uppercut of his own, but he's trying to cash a check that his body can't afford. Nerves scream and tendons tighten in protest as he tries to throw the punch too sharply, and instead gets caught out and hit in the jaw, staggering him back on the verge of collapse. He catches himself with one knee as he nearly hits the ground. "Dammit," he gasps, fatigue starting to strain him as well as the pain. "You greedy bastard!"
Damnd laughs at Razor as he feels his knuckles slam into the straight edger's face. "It'll all be mine! MINE, RAZOR, YOU HEAR ME? All that delicious fish and crab and lobster, all for de Damnd mon!" He then attempts to pick up Razor by the man's neck, before he slams him to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Damnd successfully hits Razor with Guillotine Drop.
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Damnd 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Razor
Razor can tell that the end is near as the rude boy reaches for him. He tries to sidestep Damnd's hand as he reaches for his throat, but he can't get out of the way quick enough. He's lifted up, struggling to try and escape, but the effort is futile. Before the lights go out completely, though, he'll try and grab hold of Damnd's clothing to pull him down with him, into a series of knee strikes in one last effort to promote the principle of sharing through violence.
COMBATSYS: Razor can no longer fight.
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Damnd 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Razor successfully hits Damnd with This is the Angry.
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Damnd 0/-------/--=====|
Damnd takes Razor to the ground, getting hit by Razor's knee several times as Damnd struggles with him. As Razor's lights finally go out, Damnd staggers over to a table, and takes a seat. He grabs a knife in fork in his hands, and grins at a waiter. "Okay, mon, give dis rude boy some lobster!" he announces jubilantly, getting ready to eat his weight in seafood.
COMBATSYS: Damnd has ended the fight here.
Log created on 11:37:04 08/13/2012 by Razor, and last modified on 13:34:41 08/18/2012.