Description: A lucha-style wrestlematch in a nightclub. Features an introduction to a piece of Spanish vocabulary that's sure to amuse your family! (Winner: Nightwolf)
THE NOISE FACTORY
The popular disco has quite the event tonight. The dance floor has been cleared out and the lights remodeled to hold a bona fide Lucha Libre ring where tonight's Neo League match will take place. Looks like the managers decided that a bit of a south of the border flavor was called for when they got wind of the participants eccentricities.
The rowdy crowd of ravers and other dance club aficionados has gathered around the ring leaning on the make shift barrier the Noise Factory's staff has hastily put together waiting for the fighters to be announced.
"In the Red Corner! Hailing from Phoenix, Arizona! With 6'4 feet and weighing 240 pounds of Apache fury! Introducing! A newcomer to the Neo League circuit!"
Was it real or was it just special effects? The public might never know the truth, as a ray of moon light shines through the ceiling of the disco to light the wrestling ring. There a figure appears, a tall dark skinned man wearing a wolf pelt and war paint. White blank dead eyes peering at the cheering crowd whilst he silently regarded them.
It was back to the grind for Nightwolf who thought that this was the best method to get the message of Outworld across. He just hopes this plan will work, because he really doesn't like appearing in front of crowds too much. Alas, what he is willing to do in order to save the world.
Aracely has learned to not complain too hard after a long talk after the situation with Sven Maesters. After some recovery time, a new match was booked - but good lord, she thinks, a discotheque?
Whatever: You have to go somewhere.
"And in the GREEN corner, hailing from Baja California - Five feet seven and full of striking power, la Cascabeeeeeeeellllllll"
Aracely is lit up with a more conventional spotlight, raising up her arm to do that two-fingered salute she'd practiced in the past. Index and middle finger held out stiffly, wrist tight, shake the forearm back and forth.
Hype levels are neither overwhelming nor lacking. Looking ahead, Aracely frowns at that blank-eyed figure. "Hey," she calls, over the shouting, her head tilting up. "You're not the first wolf I've run into, you know!"
COMBATSYS: Aracely has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf has joined the fight here.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Aracely
The tall dark skinned man garbed in wolf pelts says little in comparison to the Lucha girl. He is, however, not a complete wall flower, as he cracks his knuckles noisily when La Cascabel steps into the ring. Nightwolf may not appreciate fighting in front of crowds, but a fight is a fight, and warriors do no demand to only add more to their bloody tally where they are most comfortable. Be it in the wilds or in the arena, Nightwolf must learn to fight, this is his journey as much as those defenders of the realm he is trying to recruit.
"Saludos." <Greetings> He says in Spanish as he cracks his neck to limber up, blank white eyes blinking when Aracely announces her familiarity with the lupine family. "That is surprising. There are not many of us left." Says the Apache brave with some sad amusement to his voice.
As he straightens up he extends his hands to the side and begins drawing energy from the crowd. Tapping into his Sin Nature, he draws all the negative energy that floods the atmosphere, channeling it into himself, and boy are there negative thoughts here to consume. His muscles grow in size, white eyes begin to turn red, and canines lengthen in wolf like fashion.
"Now come. Long has it been since I've done battle with a cousin from the land of Aztlan." The land of Aztlan in this case probably means Mexico.
"In the name of Earthrealm. Show me your power."
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf gathers his will.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Aracely
La Cascabel shrugs out of her leather jacket and answers back in Spanish: "Yeah? Well, that other guy was pretty nuts, but he was bigger than even you are. So let's see how well the wolf can fight the snake, huh?"
And then more brusequely, in English, she bellows, "You're going DOWN!"
But then back to Spanish (subtitled where available). "How formal of you," she says before pausing a moment, seeing perhaps that those bulkiness gains she is witnessing aren't just Nightwolf flexing out and getting some swole gun show action on, but rather something...
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," she exhales, glancing outside of the ring towards Mano 666, her trainer (and, allegedly, father). This man, a stout gentleman who would appear like any middle aged Hispanic businessman were it not for his red satin devil mask, shrugs at her, then gestures ahead.
Seems like she's not getting off so easy!!
"Okay," Aracely says as she steps forwards. "I don't know what you mean by Earthrealm, but I'm gonna assume this is like some Led Zepplin talk, eh? So, like, back, you unclean flame of Udun!"
Having invoked the Valar, la Cascabel makes her move, advancing quickly ahead and ducking low, to take advantage of her relative height disadvantage by getting - well - lower than Nightwolf's arm. Her right arm sweeps around to try and hoist him up and shove him over with the combination of arm and hip pressure; her /left/ arm makes her rattle salute again! GET HYPE
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf endures Aracely's Cascabel Toss.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Aracely
"Madness is.. subjective." Frowns Nightwolf, still speaking in Spanish, under his wolf mask as La Cascabel explains of what happened in her previous meeting with a member of the wolf family. Despite what the shaman says about being a member of this dying race, that does not mean he knows all his supposed relatives, many whom follow a far different path than his own.
Nevertheless it appears that his own sanity is also put into question here when he starts to invoke his shamanistic powers. Not the first, or the last, this happens, which is an experience that serves Nightwolf well. He's always noticed how quickly people start to believe with just a bit of showmanship. The only reason why Nightwolf isn't an expert at rallying a crowd is because he's very introverted, otherwise he'd make quite a fantastic stage magician or wrestler.
That said, its quite obvious he can still wrestle despite his inexperience. As La Cascabel ducks low to hoist him upwards using her shorted height as leverage, Nightwolf moves with the throw to fly back and hit his back on the ropes to rebound.
"You are mistaken, I fight for the side of good." Says the skinwalker as he bounces back into the attack. "But if you are interested in mysticism I can show you a lot more."
Because its clear he knows a fair bit of /something/. A glowing green energy axe appears on his right hand and he thrusts the weapon right at Aracely's face to jam the weapon's flat top side on her nose. That thing is real.
COMBATSYS: Aracely endures Nightwolf's Tomahawk Smash.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Aracely
"What??" says Aracely as Nightwolf says that he is fighting for the side of good. Then he produces a glowing shadow of an axe in his hand, and swings it towards Aracely's face!
Aracely doesn't know entirely what to make of it. It does, however, hit her firmly enough to shove her back a pace, toppling back -- onto the improvised ropes of the ring, where she bounces forwards to try and grasp Nightwolf full on by the waist again!
This brutal hug is meant to hoist him up and drop him on his ass -- just in time for Aracely to drop her elbow down at his abdomen. "So what the hell are you talking about anyway, wolf man!?"
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf blocks Aracely's Power Throw.
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Nightwolf 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Aracely
As Aracely is sent back Nightwolf begins to advance menacingly towards her, muscled arms raised high up when he sees she's going for the charge to scoop him by the waist. Just as La Cascabel's arms grasp him, he lets those heavy arms him drop to grab her forearms, struggling to break the grip and push back from the grapple. This gives him enough room and time to elaborate.
"Humanity is in peril!" He begins, suddenly making a big show. "The tides of darkness come to consume us all! And the world itself is poised upon the brink of destruction!"
As he says his speech, Nightwolf brings his palms together where a glowing sphere of white energy begins to form. "Only through the strength of the warriors of Earthrealm can we ever hope to overcome this great danger." He raises his hands over his head as energy begins to crackle, swirling with barely contained fury. Energy to soon shoots out of Nightwolf's hands in the form of a lighting bolt, seeking to strike Aracely right on her chest.
COMBATSYS: Aracely dodges Nightwolf's Thunder Storm.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Aracely
Aracely's facial expression is one, not of shock, not of awe, not of religious adoration or demonic hate, but one of complete and abject confusion as Nightwolf starts explaining.
Her eyes cut towards Mano 666. He shrugs; he's got nothing.
"What the hell are you talking about, huh? I'm a pretty freaking good warrior, but..." Aracely trails off, her eyes widening, as Nightwolf gathers his majestic energies together. Hoka hey, Lakotas: It's a good day to
-- run forwards and dive ahead as it seems like she's going to get a ball of energy thrown at her midsection! Aracely was wrong - a lightning bolt instead lances out, grounding itself in a turnbuckle, throwing sparks everywhere. (One bystander's opinion: "BRUTAL")
Aracely slaps the ground, getting back up to her feet-- and chooses to keep moving forwards. Much like the song of the ancient classical musician Neal Peart, if you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice -- and what is more, today's Tom Sawyer, he gets high on you!
That makes more sense in the original Canadian.
Either way, Aracely is apparently going for an aggressive hug at Nightwolf's midsection, probably another attempt to throw him on the ground. Of course, this would be a mistake - if she gets her arms around his majestic abdominals, she instead flips upwards, twisting around like some kind of hellacious reverse slinkey to get her legs around his head, and then twist around and force him to the ground! Possibly in a perfect posture for a pinfall!
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf blocks Aracely's Gear Grinder.
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Nightwolf 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Aracely
"You do seem to be a strong warrior, indeed." Muses Nightwolf as Aracely dodges his lighting bolt, his hands lowering as the crackle with electricity still, reset his spiritual energies back to normal. That evasive maneuver was something else and it looks like the shaman is genuinely impressed with his opponent. It's only fortunate that he can't hear her thought process or it'd be now him who wonders of her sanity.
Nevertheless, Aracely has thus far proven to be quite the resilient warrior, but that is not the only task that Nightwolf has at hand, as he knows that hopeful warriors are best dazzled with a display of strength. Which is why he too must show his capabilities as a fighter.
Nightwolf digs his heels when Aracely dashes low to grasp his bared midsection, not allowing himself to be thrown this time. Instead he wraps his arms back when La Cascabel swings her legs around his leg in an attempt to drive him down, stubbornly keeping himself up straight whilst carrying the girl's weight.
At this point it should be noted that it's probably a bad idea to grapple a guy that can make weapons out of thin air. An energy knife suddenly appears on the Apache's hands and he slices it across Aracely's midsection, mostly just to unbalance her out of her grip. The real attack comes when he pulls her further up and aims to smash her head on the ring floor with a pile driver, Lucha Libre style.
COMBATSYS: Aracely blocks Nightwolf's Blade and Edge.
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Nightwolf 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Aracely
It may also be a bad idea to get into a fight with a guy who can shoot lightning but la Cascabel knew this job was risky when she took it! That knife slashes over her abdomen, shallowly drawing blood for a moment as Aracely lets loose, falling to the ground and rolling loose rather than getting caught up in the terror and horror that is a piledriver. It's bad for your neck, you know!!
"Ha!" she says. "Don't flatter me before you've seen everything I can do," she says while Nightwolf may be dealing with the distinctly erotic pleasures that come from slamming onto the ring floor, however briefly. "Not that I don't appreciate the praise..."
Aracely grabs onto the nearby ring rope, pulls herself up to stand on the bottom rope, and finishes her thought: "But you sound kinda crazy, dude, and it seems like you're leading up to something. Make your pitch already!" And then she vaults herself upwards, moonsaulting in the air and aiming to clobber herself into Nightwolf's shoulder. Perhaps even to menace his majestic pelt?!
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf endures Aracely's Medium Throw.
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Nightwolf 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Aracely
While Nightwolf will not deny that there's certain.... appeal.. to slamming someone's head on a ring floor, the Shaman is not so far gone yet to his Sin Eater nature that he'll start reveling on his bloodshed. If there's ever a day when Nightwolf is licking blood off his energy knives, then that's the day when he's too corrupted in the sin that he has eating to come back.
Fortunately for everyone that day is not today, and Nightwolf picks himself up from the ring with a focused and untempted by the carnal pleasures of the mat expression.
It's true. Time to make his pitch.
"You have the strength to face against the forces of darkness, warrior." Nightwolf begins to glow with intensely white energy "Stand with me and my pack, to fight these dark invaders off and keep Earthrealm free!"
Arms extended, it looks like Nightwolf is welcoming Aracely into a warm hug. She does smash into him causing him to take a few steps back, but it soon becomes clear that this is no friendly embrace the two are sharing.
Nightwolf is lifting Aracely over his head with a military press. More of that glowing white energy begins to swirl around them whilst Nightwolf makes his best interpretation of a ballet dance when suddenly, another lightning bolt comes into play, this one come right from the ceiling of the disco.
And right for Aracely's back.
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf successfully hits Aracely with Banishment.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Aracely
"Are you trying to get me to join your stable?? I mean, we can talk," Aracely says, shouting in Spanish still to hide the mysterious words from the audience. It's going to be a little distorted on the playback. "But I don't even know what you mean-- like -- Are you talking about Rainbow Mika?!"
But then she's being hoisted upwards.
Frightening lightning strikes right into Aracely's back and she jumps into the air from that grasp of Nightwolf, flailing like a fish that just got landed on Guy Fieri's Flatboat of Flavor and is looking ahead to a lifetime of breading and blackening. She tumbles in the air, reaching almost to the ceiling, to that swirling disco ceiling.
But up this high, she thinks.
Up this high, it's like I'm high enough to...!!
And so when la Cascabel descends, she doesn't try to brace for impact. No, she starts twisting, cartwheeling around. Those who watched her early career matches in Mexico would recognize this, as would Mano 666, who used the same move - but more traditionally. A twirling suicide dive, putting her body on the line (so to speak) to clobber her opponent!
Mano 666 raises his left hand solemnly, horns displayed. So do some of the crowd. Fortunately, there is no dark energy associated with this display of secular Satanism.
COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Nightwolf with Satan Is Lord.
* Attack Of Opportunity! *
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Nightwolf 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Aracely
"Hm.. in a sense." Honestly, Nightwolf should have researched a bit more about the wrestling world before delving into this crazy idea of his to conscript powerful warriors to fight for Earthrealm through the Neo League. It honestly takes him a moment or two to figure out what Aracely is talking about. A stable? He hopes she doesn't mean like a harem or something, and its not until she mentions Rainbow Mika that he realizes she's talking about a Wrestling organization. "Not like Rainbow Mika, I fear she does not have what it takes to undertake this task." Honestly, after his meeting with Lightning Spangles, Nightwolf is through dealing with celebrities.
All this reminiscing of course puts him in the /direct path/ to get a suicide dive right for the head. All the Shaman manages to do is arch an eyebrow in confusion as he looks up to the girl diving head first on him. What a reckless attack! Surely she doesn't mean to--
Right on the wolf headress. Nightwolf staggers backwards shaking his head rapidly to clear his vision. That stung, but he's still standing and as Aracely is managing to get back to her feet, the skinwalker surges forward to clothesline her and drive the back of her head to the ring mat.
COMBATSYS: Aracely blocks Nightwolf's Front Throw.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Aracely
Aracely is pleased to hear that she's better than Rainbow Mika, anyway. That's kind of the idea, isn't it? (Rainbow Mika is going down at Survivor Series, folks!! #rainbowfadesaway)
The smashing blow against Nightwolf is followed up by Aracely rolling to the side, still half-crouched on the mat and breathing heavily. That was a finishing move, but Nightwolf isn't even down yet! Looking up, she straightens to her feet, and then in comes the clothesline, which whacks her in the throat ("gurch!") but which she avoids painful death from by grabbing the OTHER line... The lifeline... yes, the middle rope!!
She lashes up with her knee, then her foot, saying as she does, "Well I'm not sayin' no but I'm not saying yes, cabron, you gotta finish this match! I'm not going to just walk off and shake your hand -- unless you want to throw in the towel, huh!?"
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf endures Aracely's Light Kick.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Aracely
Totally oblivious to the advertising stunt that La Cascabel is doing by using his words, Nightwolf simply hits the breaks after his clothesline and whirls around to face Aracely, moving quickly towards her as she reaches for the ropes.
Unwilling to back off from that kick thrown at him, Nightwolf blocks it right with his abs and pushes through the blow to close in on the downed luchadora. "Oh, I will finish this fight, niņa." Nightwolf isn't the type that'll hurl petty insults back, though it bears to remember that he can understand all that Aracely is saying and knows all about the culture meaning he knows which words to pick to taunt someone.
Naturally, taunts are not sufficient to end a fight and Nightwolf summons his glowing axe to his hand again, twirling it around to use the back of the blade, meaning the blunt side, and swings it down on Aracely's head to smash her upside the skull.
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf successfully hits Aracely with Tomahawk Smash.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Aracely
'Cabron' can mean many things - in this case, it was closer to a positive use of "fucker" rather than "adultery victim" or "goat"! But the subtle nuances of the colloqual use of cuss words in Baja California Sur may not be wholly clear, and this is Aracely's cross to bear.
Also her cross to bear is when she gets smashed in the head with an energy tomahawk.
This blow rings Aracely's bell pretty profoundly. The strike should fell her, making the victory of Nightwolf clear and profound-- as if it was, perhaps, in doubt to those who could notice the burly Native American's hundred pound and mystery wolf magic advantages on her.
Yet, in the clarity of that strike... la Cascabel rises up. She can feel it; she can practically touch the power that underlies the ancient art of the squared circle, the battle of the ring that is never round. Some call this art 'satori,' others 'ultimate nature,' but perhaps the wisest mentor of this path called it... DESTRUCTISITY.
That man was not very wise.
Either way what seizes Aracely in that moment is a total surety, a unity of thought, action, and power. She lets out a huge loud HISS that only happens to be sort of accidentally snakelike, and then she lunges forwards to try to grab at the man made of knives and tomahawks again. What foolishness!
Or is it? Her goal here is simple. Use that momentum to sweep Nightwolf off his feet with the speed of a striking rattler. Having done this, toss him in the air and hike up her knee like she's juggling a soccer ball. But the ball... is him! And in specific, his lumbar spine.
COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Nightwolf with Backbreaker.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/=======|>>>>>--\-------\0 Aracely
Nightwolf is well acquainted with what 'cabron' means. Even if he wasn't fluent in Spanish, he's gotten it flung at him several times since he grew up in Arizona and his curious nature would have driven him to research it at some point anyhow. It's not that he misinterpreted it as an insult that drives him to smash Aracely's head with an energy.
That is just a thing that he had to do. All in the defense of the realm, surely La Cascabel would understand.
What he can clearly not understand is how was she able to surge back from that blow. "Hm??" Nightwolf seems completely taken off guard by that. Even an Outworlder has in the past been thoroughly damaged by such a strike, and here this mortal girl manages to surge forward when it looks like she's on her last legs.
Not only attack but totally pick him up, hurl him up in the air, and then kick his back as he descends.
"HRA!!" Well that sure smarts as Nightwolf's grunt of pain can surely attest to it. The Shaman makes a full flip and lands face first with a mixture of pain and anger on his face. Like Aracely, he too stands up after the attack and swings an upwards punch towards her jaw as he stands.
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf successfully hits Aracely with High Punch.
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Nightwolf 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>-\-------\0 Aracely
But now, the readers at home are educated!
The backflipping wolf of war hits the ground, jumping up quickly and returning the angry strike against Aracely's mouth. "BWUH" is her answer as her upper body reels at the strike, and she feels her eyes roll back as the world swims...
But the training of Mano 666 is pretty intensive! She is not felled quite yet - her body performs one last shockingly quick motion before she staggers back onto the nearby turnbuckle, sagging. That motion is simple - reaching up to grasp at Nightwolf's arm and propel HIM, too, into a turnbuckle...
Or perhaps the crowd!
Let "BWUH" be her epitaph... it seems la Cascabel isn't going to be getting off those ropes right away.
COMBATSYS: Aracely can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Nightwolf interrupts Irish Whip from Aracely with Tomahawk Smash.
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Not this time.
As Nightwolf manages to deliver that blow to La Cascabel's chin, he quickly dashes back knowing full well that a decisive counter attack is coming right at him. The Apache lowers his upper body bracing himself for the strike and just as he expected, Aracely comes running right at him to get him in another deadly grab and in retaliation that glowing axe of his appears on his hand again.
Which he then uses to bonk Aracely on the side of the head to knock her out of the way. Using the flat end of course, Nightwolf doesn't wanna scalp anybody in a Neo League, much less potential allies against Outworld.
With his opponent felled, Nightwolf sees fit to do the one thing that must be done after a fight is finished standing.
He raises his muscled arms to the air unleashing a warcry that soars even above whatever cheers the crowds can produce.
Maybe this is the beginning of his wrestling career, the crowd would surely love this act.
COMBATSYS: Nightwolf has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:43:15 01/08/2015 by Aracely, and last modified on 02:04:02 01/09/2015.