Description: King Louis XIV has returned, and has set up shop in the old palace now known as the Louvre! And for his entertainment, the Gaia Tournament had Yang and Vyle fight in his court? Who will come out on top, and will anyone get anything out of pleasing the ghostly King? (Winner: Yang)
COMBATSYS: Yang has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yang
Ah, the Louvre museum, location of some of the world's finest works of art and...well, it's a museum, nobody here cares. Something much more interesting is going on outside in the hastily erected tournament grounds. Medieval style stands were erected in a rough circle, and in the center is an area roughly twenty feet in diameter, roped off to denote it as the ring where the match will be taking place.
Yang, for his part, is rather composed despite the strangeness of events, simply waving to the people in the crowded stands as he skates in toward the ring. Jumping over the rope, he skids to a stop and kicks off his skates, catching them out of the air and gently laying them down outside the ring. Now that he's standing still, he keeps a straight posture with his hands in his pockets, waiting for his opponent's arrival.
It's an odd thing, coming back from the dead. At least, one has to assume it must be, since life and death is usually a one-shot deal. Not that one Vyle would know, being the kind that just simply refuses to die, mostly because of his general spite of the world, and the world's reciprocating spite. The Shadowloo Rudo isn't privy to things like the secret of resurrection like some, but he knows how to stay alive. And...coming to one of the hotspots of what some are calling the 'end of the world' is not something that his finely honed senses would suggest is a good idea.
But such things can be overridden. After all, armageddon does tend to open up opportunities. The tournament was an odd one, but hey, if the world doesn't actually end, there's always room for someone to rise up and fill in vacuums left by the proto-Armageddon. Not to mention the spoils left up for grab.
That's why when he was put up to be the fighting dog for someone who claimed to be the return of Louis the...something or other, Vyle's mind was less on his opponent and more on things involving gold. Mind, they were out in the courtyard of the museum, meaning public space. A place he'd rather not be in for now, but hey, that just means he has incentive to finish up this fight as fast as possible. Looking across the grounds toward the strange kid with the strange hair and the strange skates (the irony of him calling anything 'strange' lost on him), the purple-and-green wrestler scowled. "So, you're the kid they put me up against. Well, better than a frog, I'll tell you that, but hey, long as you make this interesting. I wouldn't want to have to send you back home too soon, junior." He sadly didn't know enough about Yang to be REALLY insulting quite yet....but he'll get there, sure enough.
Yang eyes the wrestler as he enters the ring, unsure if the guy is really a fighter...but then again, wrestlers often do wear strange costumes, don't they? He isn't familiar enough to be completely certain, but it sounds about right. The racist remark isn't lost on him, either, even if it's not directed at him specifically. At least he knows the guy's a jerk; that'll make kicking him in the face that much easier.
"I could say the same about you," he remarks, casually flipping his hair as he slips his hands out of his pockets and settles into his typical stance. Knees bent, one foot forward, both hands in front of him. With a slightly cocky smirk, he nods to Vyle. "Come on, then. Let's get this show on the road."
Rolling his neck side to side to warm up, Vyle sized up his opponent. The kid was smaller than him, but he definitely carried himself with some confidence. Not something to be underestimated. Shrugging, the Shadoloo-chador sunk himself down into a weird wrestling stance, knees bent and one leg forward, one arm resting on his foreleg's knee and hanging down, and then one held upward as if preparing for a grapple.
"Your funeral, kid," he says, eyes focused on Yang, safe for a few flicks here and there toward the watching King. Smirking, he tenses up...and as soon as the tournament supervisors finally give the signal to start things off, the wrestler is in motion. Taking a few steps for speed, he leapt out, trying to wrap his legs around Yang's head in mid leap, then fling himself back. The idea? To use his momentum to make his body a lever, and fling Yang bodily back by that grasp on the head.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Yang with Viper's Coil.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Yang
The speed is surprising for Yang; he's not used to somebody crossing that much ground that quickly without being, well, him. As such, he's caught off guard and flung to the ground, hitting hard enough to knock the wind out of him. However, he quickly rolls back up onto his feet, struggling to catch his breath again. "Tch, not...not bad." he says, then rushes back toward Vyle for a nice, simple knee strike aimed at his midsection.
COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Vyle with Hiza Geri.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Yang
Vyle's trade is dependent on proper use of speed and momentum. It shouldn't be surprising that, even as big as he is compared to most people, he'd know how to move fast. Flinging Yang back with his take on the hurricanrana, the rudo quickly spins around, back in that unusual wrestling stance, smirking. "Not bad's putting it lightly, kid," he says, trying to advance before the Chinese boy can get his air back in his lungs. Unfortunately, the response is fast, running himself into a sharp knee strike that nearly takes the wind out of him in turn. "GUrrhgh...."
Stumbling back, he gasps a bit before growling. "Ok...if that's how you wanna play it..." he sneers, before snapping out an arm, as if for a punch. However, the strike hides his true intentions, reaching out with his other arm for Yang's in turn, trying to pull him over and drive him onto his back with a classic arm drag.
COMBATSYS: Yang blocks Vyle's Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Yang
Yang probably doesn't even know the term 'luchador' or what it implies about someone like Vyle, just that someone with that kind of size and speed is going to be a dangerous opponent to fight. This is why, when Vyle goes for that throw, Yang is already prepared, seeing right through the feint. He's grabbed, and he's thrown, but he's able to roll with the impact, minimizing the damage. It'll be a bruise, but nothing broken.
And because of that, he's much quicker to get back to his feet this time, bouncing right up in an instant. Kicking off the ground, he tries to plant his hands on Vyle's shoulders, performing a momentary handstand on the rudo before shoving off and twisting around mid-air to face the guy's back. This should give him some more time to prepare himself.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Yang's Zenpou Tenshin.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Yang
Tching as Yang is able to roll with the attempted arm drag and mitigate most of the impact, Vyle sinks down a little lower in his stance. He knows he's going to need to do a bit more to pressure this kid, fast as he seems to be. Preparing for his counter attack, the luchador watches...adn when he flies in to grab at Vyle's shoulders, the rudo quickly shifts his body weight, pushing back in turn when Yang nudges off of him to keep himself from going too far off balance.
While he's not able to do anything to knock him out of the air, Vyle's sure to be ready to make Yang pay for trying to take his back, leaping backward with his legs whipped out, trying to wrap them around one of Yang's arms. He doesn't bother to try and pull him down, though, instead just trying to wrench hard on the limb and give him something that'll linger for sure.
COMBATSYS: Yang interrupts Improvised Throw from Vyle with Quick Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Yang
Vyle has good reactions, but now that Yang is in better positioning, he's able to prepare better for the coming attack. It's not what he was expecting, but as the luchador's legs grasp his arm, he immediately pulls with Vyle's momentum to whip him around and into the ground. However, the intended purpose of the attack is still achieved, as the larger fighter's weight causes Yang to wrench his arm with the effort of throwing him. "Nnngh...!"
That didnt' turn out quite how Vyle planned trying to armbar Yang in that fancy way. Instead, he finds himself forcefully dragged to the ground, using his own momentum against him as he slams hard down. "NGhghh..." Releasing Yang's leg, he rolls up nursing his shoulder, grimacing as he turns back toward the kung-fu kid. "You little chop socky bastard..." he growls....
Before throwing his head forward, a noxious green mist spewing forth from his mouth straight for Yang's face, apparently trying to blind him in some manner...of course, even if nothing gets in Yang's eyes, he'll find out that it burns more than enough just on skin contact....
COMBATSYS: Yang dodges Vyle's Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Yang
It looks like Yang's not the only one with an injured shoulder now. At least they're still roughly even...though given this guy's penchant for rough play, Yang is still keeping his guard up. Oh, oh did he just? Yes he did. With an annoyed glare, Yang replies, "I'm afraid I'm no actor. This is all real, cabroni."
And then comes the mist. With reflexes born of training with one of the world's greatest kung fu masters, Yang ducks under the mist, a few droplets spattering against the back of his shirt to slightly burn his skin through the cloth. It makes him thankful he thought to avoid it instead of blocking it, at any rate. That duck, in the meantime, continues into a quick roll, which ends with him using one hand to launch himself upwards with a kick aimed at Vyle's chin.
COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Vyle with Senkyuutai.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Yang
Groaning a bit, Vyle wiped off the mist from his mouth, glowering at Yang. "That's JAbroni, you cretin, if you're going to try and insult me back, do it right. Christ!" he snaps as he tries to get back control, especially as he's unable to get Yang full on with his Venom Breath. Reeling back and trying to brace for what's to come, he instead finds facing a rolling start, and a snapping kick that slams straight into the rudo's jaw, sending him into the air, then crashing back down fiercly, further aggrivating that shoulder he already got hurt with.
Groaning as he manages to roll back into a crouch, he glowers toward Yang. "Not...nghh...bad. Let me guess, you learned that while flinging around a few platters of fried rice for the folks back home? Or maybe doing some acrobatics for folks at the part for pennies?" Digging into his old standard of taunting, Vyle reels back a bit more, trying to goad his opponent into something...
COMBATSYS: Vyle taunts proddingly in hopes of creating an opening.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Yang
Yang smirks as he gets a reaction out of the guy. The luchador is getting flustered, and that can only help in the end. However, Vyle starts to take some more potshots below the belt, so to speak. Eyes narrowing as his irritation builds, Yang says, "You'd be surprised how good Chinese cooking is for practice. But if you're going to insult my paygrade, at least do it with the /proper/ currency." He appears to be falling for the bait, as he quickly dashes forward, snapping his fingers out to stab them at Vyle's throat. Not a killing blow, but one that may make breathing harder for a moment or two.
COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Vyle with Quick Punch.
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Vyle 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Yang
The bait may be fallen for, but the unfortunate thing is that the retaliation is still quick enough to take Vyle aback, the stab at his throat catching him flush and causing him to fall back, gasping for breath. "Gh...guh..." The stroke doesn't leave him breathless for that long, but it still makes him rasp a bit, a glower. After all, he just had one of his most potent weapons neutralized: his tongue. Narrowing his eyes toward Yang, it was obvious he wasn't taking that lying down:
Leaping for Yang, the luchador tries to wrap his arm around the younger kid's head in mid-leap, hoping to turn him about with his momentum and drive him down into the ground right onto his crown.
COMBATSYS: Yang just-defends Vyle's Dead Spiral!
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Vyle 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Yang
Yes, now that the racist insults have ceased, Yang is thinking a lot clearer, and he's able to recompose himself in time to react to Vyle's next attack. It only takes a brief moment, a second or two of motion that seems to stretch into infinity, the whole world blurring as Yang leaps into the air, just clearing those legs, then thrusts a kick down at the luchador's chest as he passes below.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Raigeki Shuu from Yang with Relapse.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Yang
The insults and taunts may have ceased, but that doesn't mean Vyle is out of options. The attempted Dead Spiral may have missed, but has Yang tries to descend upon the luchador in return, Vyle whips around, his leg snapping around to kick Yang back into the air. A gutteral sound comes as Vyle pushes off the ground with his hands and vaults after his prey. Flipping around, he catches up in the air, draping a shin across Yang's throat, and grasping at a leg to hold him in position as they drop. The goal? Crash straight down onto the ground and sandwich the poor guy's throat between leg and ground.
Yang wasn't expecting the counterattack, and is knocked into the air quite readily. What comes next, however, is far worse, as he comes crashing down with Vyle's shin crushing his throat, almost knocking him out right there. But, unwilling to let the rudo win just yet, Yang rolls away, coughing violently as he tries to draw breath again. Well, there isn't gonna be any taunting from him anymore, either.
More /physical/ retaliation, though, Yang can manage that. Wiping a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, he lunges forward again to grab Vyle's shoulders. This time, however, he doesn't try to vault over him, simply bringing his legs up to try to plant his feet on the luchador's chest, then kick off and backflip a few feet away...only to come surging back in with a chi-assisted slash of his fingertips at Vyle's chest.
COMBATSYS: Yang blitzes into action and acts again!
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Yang
COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Vyle with Youhon Shiun.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1 Yang
COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Vyle with Tourou Zan.
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Vyle 1/-----==/=======|=======\=====--\1 Yang
The crashing counter did some damage...Vyle was pretty sure about that. However, it's still not a done deal, not with his shoulder damaged like it is, and not with his own throat making it hard to breathe properly. Stumbling back as he picked himself back up from the ground, he manages to get back to his feet, catching his breath. And...unfortunately, Yang recovers far faster than he had hoped, the grab for his shoulders catching him before he can pull away. The thrusting kick to his chest slams into him hard, driving him away and nearly taking the rest of his breath away. And then the surging chi slashes carve into him, a strangled cry out as the powered strikes drives him to his knees.
Coughing and gasping, he glowered up to Yang, looking like he's about to fall over at any moment. Not one to leave without the final word though, he spits out straight for Yang's face again. Unlike before, it's not a poisonous mist...but the energy cloud he sprays right toward the kung-fu kid's face would still burn something awful on contact....
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|=======\=====--\1 Yang
COMBATSYS: Yang interrupts True Venom from Vyle with Raishin Mahhaken.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Yang
Yang stops for a moment as he thinks he's finally finished the guy, but it looks like the old wrestling spirit is still strong within him. Grimacing, Yang pushes himself further than before, throwing himself headlong into that energy mist with the chi surrounding his fingertips piercing through it. His face is left unmarred, but the rest of that energy cloud bursts against his chest and arm, burning through the cloth to darken the flesh underneath. And yet, it doesn't stop him, as his fingers once again stab at Vyle's throat, intending to take advantage of its previous damage to put him out for the count.
Unfortunately, fighting spirit, determination, and sheer spite can only take you so far, before things run out. Even if he tried to spit in Yang's face (even if it was a little bit more than just a bit of spit), it doesn't save him from the lack of mercy Yang shows him, the kid surging through and stabbing at Vyle's throat with his finger again. A gurgling sound comes from Vyle....and when he falls, this time, he stays down for good. No insults, no nothing...
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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Yang watches Vyle fall, his arm falling limply by his side. Grasping the shoulder of his burnt limb with his other hand, he takes a deep breath and hoarsely rasps out, "I think...I won." Not that he /feels/ like a winner right now, with all the burns and the crushed throat...
Log created on 21:26:45 08/23/2014 by Vyle, and last modified on 16:46:35 08/25/2014.