Description: The Western Rookie belt finds another challenger, as relative newcomer 'Scratch' takes aim at Jack Sanders' championship in the Circuit of Champions. Will the skater manage to fly to victory, or will Jack be too hardboiled for her? (Winner: Jack Sanders)
Jack Sanders; a famous hollywood actor, although not to the level of Johnny Cage, is still more than sufficient to draw in a sizeable crowd. The arena in Metro City is packed up with some thousands of people. After his defense against Sven, much of his reputation barely changed as a result, but he doesn't care. The pool of people challenging is slim, and he went with someone a little more dynamic than the wrestler was.
There's a simple four turnbuckle fighting ring, and after the spotlights and pyrotechnics go off, Jack Sanders roars down on a beautiful Harley Davidson, going at a reckless speed. It then crashes into the side of the ring, heavily denting it and causing the ropes to sag down. He's sent hurtling head over heels...
And then lands hard in the ring center, skidding to a stop. Slowly, in a flutter of his coat, he goes back upright and places a cigarette into his lips. Adjusting his sunglasses, a few people are already heard cheering for him as attendants rush out to shoot fire extinguishers on the wreckage of his vehicle.
"So a dame's come to fight me, has she...? Such a hard world. But all you can really do..."
"Is the best you can." After Scratch's announcements, the bell rings. And Jack simply nods his head a single time in assent, remaining in a loose stance with arms crossed, seeming to cede the initiative purposefully to the challenger!
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders has started a fight here.
Jack Sanders 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders takes no action.
Jack Sanders 0/-------/-------|
It's hometown advantage, if you believe in that kind of thing. Metro Square is home to the latest in PFW's Circuit of Champions challenge. And while Scratch isn't exactly a big name, she's been on quite a few profile SNF fights and made a splash despite the girl's relative inexperience. It was a thing when she was told she could make a challenge for a belt. It's...not something she's was high on for the sake of just having publicity. At least, not until she realized it was a way to get out a certain message.
So when Jack Sanders roars down to the ring and flips straight off his bike over the ropes, she is....nowhere to be found yet?
At least until a spotlight suddenly swivels into the crowd, tracking a cyan-haired blur grinding down the stair railings in the middle of the stands. Frequent hops keep her smoothly gliding, what looks like a....white cape around her? Either way, once she reaches the end of the railing, she leaps over the end raillings, falling down until she reaches the floor barricades...and grinding along those as well. It's showy as all hell, but this is Scratch's style.
Hopping off the railing, she makes a quick circuit around the ring, even leaping around the addendants spraying down Jack's ride. Catching the bottom rope on her full circuit, she swings herself underneath onto the apron. Ignoring Jack for now, she whips off her cape...and reveals a large spraypainted banner, draping it over the ropes, stating in bold grafitti: 'TAKE BACK METRO' with the 'O' replaced by a cracked gear. No need to guess the message there.
As attendants remove her banner, she turns back to Jack. "Last guy that called me a dame's wearing dentures in his twenties. Hope you don't mind tapioca," she responds, rolling back and forth in her chosen corner, until the bell rings. When the bell goes off, she explodes out of the corner, rushing straight toward Jack. She drops down, as if sliding toward his legs like she's done against many of her opponents in her short professional career. But before she reaches him, her legs tuck back in again, springing her forward with a hand extended toward his face and trying to palm smack him in the face, thin glow of green around her hand that's gone almost as soon as it's there.
COMBATSYS: Scratch has joined the fight here.
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Scratch 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Jack Sanders
COMBATSYS: Scratch successfully hits Jack Sanders with Taggin' It.
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Scratch 0/-------/------<|=------\-------\0 Jack Sanders
"I guess you're young and took offense. Once you get older like me, you'll appreciate it. Like fine wine, I guess." When suddenly Scratch erupts forward, with lightning speed Jack Sanders manages to pull out a toothbrush and toothpaste, squirting out a thin stream. As that surging hand is snapping upwards, he manages to put it in his mouth and give a few hearty scrubs.
"NO!! THIS IS NO TIME TO BRUSH YOUR TEETH, SANDERS!!" shouts a few horrified fans. He's smacked dead on, staggering backwards and spurting out a stream of frothy white. "That one's for free." he allows, resuming brushing despite blood slipping down his sizzling face. "I'd never take the first move against a young lady. But..."
He then snaps forward, coming in rather low. His free hand sweeps out, attempting to catch Scratch by her throat. Explosive chi ripples up his arm as he attempts to press his knee to the back of her legs, and then hurl her downwards to spin in face with a giant KABOOM, intent on sending her straight down into the matt with no small amount of force.
"Chivalry doesn't mean I'm gonna be gentle. I can't be letting my fans down, can I...?" Brushbrushbrush. Then a puff of smoke is exhaled. Somehow, his smashed cigarette remained lit, and he's still pulling at it idly.
COMBATSYS: Scratch blocks Jack Sanders' Western Avenue.
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Scratch 0/-------/----<<<|==-----\-------\0 Jack Sanders
What kind of weirdo brushes his teeth in the middle of the ring? Well, whatever, Scratch really doesn't seem to care, not exactly honoring such a weird thing in the middle of the fight. "I'm so honored," she says dripping with sarcasm, trying to pivot around and press her advantage. Before she can circle around, though, she ends up suddenly caught by the throat. "HUrrrk...."
Kicking a bit, she feels the surge of chi ripping through his arm. Before he can kick her legs out and slam her down, though, she's able to wriggle herself out of his grasp and get away. Still, from the way she coughs, not to mention the marks on her neck, she hardly got away unscathed. "GNhh...letting them down...that's my job, isn't it?" she asks, before rushing forward again. Rather than charging straight at Jack this time, though, she races to the ropes.
Bouncing off, she whips herself away. It's not like a stall on a solid railing, but she's able to adapt either way, trying to hook her hands around one of Jack's arm. The same faint glow of green surrounds her hands as she tries to land on her feet and swing the 'hardboiled' actor across the ring like an olympic hammer.
COMBATSYS: Scratch successfully hits Jack Sanders with Rewind Whip.
- Power hit! -
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Scratch 0/-------/---<<<<|====---\-------\0 Jack Sanders
The assault goes as desired, although in terms of defense it seems that Jack Sanders is going the 'barely move' route. Hauled bodily upwards, he's swung and then finally sent bouncing across the ring, his toothbrush flying out of his hands to clatter nearby. Blood's mixed in with the texture now, and he slowly rolls over before getting back upright, spitting it to the side. "Cute. You've got a little vinegar in your salami." Is that even a phrase? Twisting around, he then suddenly kicks forward with no further distractions. A fierce low blow is attempted right in her abdomen. before his free hand tries to heft Scratch up by teh throat... in order to unleash a veritable machinegun-volley of strikes, before letting loose another overtly flashy explosion to send her hurtling to the corner turnbuckle. "But I'm afraid I don't much care for it...!!"
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders successfully hit Scratch with Highland Center EX.
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Scratch 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Jack Sanders
Tossing the actor away, Scratch quickly recovers with a tight spin in place. Watching Jack bounce away, she looks at the discarded toothbrush...and just looks at it quizzically, as if to ask 'seriously?'. She doesn't linger on it long, though, pushing in. However, the sudden rushing kick catches her by the stomach, stalling her long enough to get her lifted off her feet. THe repeated strikes batter her, before blowing her back into the turnbuckle with an explosive blast of chi.
Falling into the turnbuckle, Scratch groans, struggling to get up. That was not a volley to ignore after all, and she can feel it difficult to breathe at least in the short term. "NNhh...." Glowering at the 'hardboiled' champion, Scratch narrows her eyes, and seems to charge in. But it's not terribly fast...which is the point. Switching gears, she makes an approach before stalling before Jack, planting her hands on the groundw with a slight slide, legs pitching up over head and trying to hammer strike the man in the head with her skates. She seems to be trying to be predictable at all...or maybe it's not so much 'trying' as having such an unorthodox style to begin with.
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders fails to interrupt Handplant Hammer from Scratch with Whitley Heights EX.
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Scratch 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Jack Sanders
Jack reaches down, attempting to simply grasp Scratch by the front of her outfit again as she lunges forward. But both twisting blocks crack him in the side of the head in sequences, knocking him away with a spray of blood once more. He impacts the turnbuckle before stopping, one lense badly cracked upon his glasses now. Yet still he simply pushes back to his feet, face betraying no pain or discomfort. His cigarette is flicked away and a new one procured and lit, hand shaking slightly betraying some amount of damage being inflicted thus far. "Not bad." he states, matter of factly. "I find it hard..."
"Not to root for you myself..."
Pushing back off the mat onto her feet after her handplant kick crashes into Jack's head, Scratch slowly coasts back, a far cry from her earlier bursts. But perhaps she's saving her energy for...something. Either way, she doesn't press the attack even as she sees Jack bloodied. Maybe she doesn't see to subtle signs that she's been wearing him down yet. Or maybe she's thinking of something, who knows.
Either way, she starts to circle warily as he lights a new cig. "Yeah? I like to root for me too," she says, not wanting to get into his rhythm, strange cadence making her uneasy. But after a few uneasy moments, she comes in again, pushing forward to pick up enough speed to make another leap. Kicking her legs out to each side, her hands reach for his head, trying to push off of it and hopefully send him stumbling down again with the awkward shove.
COMBATSYS: Scratch successfully hits Jack Sanders with Quick Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Scratch 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Jack Sanders
The strange, lunging motion of Scratch manages to impact the man once more, kicking off as he slips on his own toothbrush and crashes to the floor. Sliding to a stop, he's just laying there with his cigarette, puffing out a breath. "This isn't like the wolf guy at all. Nah... I'm just not feeling it..." Leaning up, he settles to his knees, rising slowly thereafter. "A girl after her dreams... compared to your ambitions, I'm just a stepping stone. But I can't just hand it over that easily. Nah." He rushes forward once more, twisting his entire body into a firm swing towards her ribcage, hard enough to hopefully lift her straight off her feet. "You're still gonna have to take the belt... off my cold, dead body...!!"
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders successfully hit Scratch with Strong Punch.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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Scratch 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Jack Sanders
Scratch didn't intent to do more than vault over Jack and set something up. But the factor of that toothbrush comes in and confuses the skater, a hand tugging at her cyan ponytail when she turns to prepare for him...and sees him struggling to get up to his knees. "...do you always talk like you're in some pulp movie?" she asks, shaking her head. Regardless, she feels momentum shifting harder her way, and she feels that rush, the one she's getting more and more familiar with as she fights.
Unfortunately, despite that rush, there's the usual sort of inexperience that comes with such enthusiasm, and her attempt to do something flashy to avoid the retalation ends up with her getting slammed in the gut as she tried to leap over Jack again. Caught out of the air, she collapses to her knees, gasping. Despite the struggle to breathe though, she's got too much in her to stay still. Reaching up, she tries to grab Jack by the back of his head, both to pull herself up and to pull him down, with the idea of walking herself up the ropes before finishing with a whipping kick to the side of his head. "DOn't blame me if you have a death wish!"
COMBATSYS: Scratch successfully hits Jack Sanders with Aggressive Air.
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Scratch 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>-----\1 Jack Sanders
Everyone seems to love targetting Sanders in the head. That seems to be a thing, and he's not particularly keen on it. Although he managed a no-nonsense punch to her ribcage, that is far from managing to defeat her so simply. Dragged down by the latest grapple in his impressive show of zero defense, again he's kicked directly in the face, only this time immediately stamping backwards to stop himself from flying off. "HRRRGH..." he comments, before suddenly lashing out. "EAT THIS. COLONEL MODE..."
"OHHH!" "COLONEL SANDERS!!" "HE'S FIGHTING FOR REAL!!"
"CHICKEN BARRAGE!!" He then infuses his arms with chi, and starts throwing a chain punch, repeated explosive strikes raining down upon Scratch without end. Before suddenly an uppercut attempts to send her upwards, so he can flap his elbows like a chicken, scratch the ground with a boot, and then leap up to grasp her... and whirl down to land explosively in a sitting powerbomb!!
COMBATSYS: Scratch blocks Jack Sanders' West Hollywood.
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Scratch 1/-----==/=======|>------\-------\0 Jack Sanders
Spinning herself up to her feet after that erratic kick with a breakdancing-style flare of her legs, Scratch wheels away, not wanting to stop moving at this point. She knows her manueverability and her 'unique' style is her best asset right now, judging by the way Jack hasn't quite pegged onto how to catch her consistently. It's not going to last, she knows, which is why she has to make use of her energy right now.
Especially as Jack starts to 'get serious'. Mind, normally, Scratch might simply make a snarky note about the name of his apparrent 'serious' mode. But the attacks that she ends up having to face are no joke, the explosive strikes causing the skater's eyes to widen behind her goggles, even visible behind the neon-tinted lenses. Her arms come up, covering her face and head even as the blasts hammer at her arms to the point of numbness. The attempt to send her into the air? Well, she manages to get into the air, but that's only due to her hand catching the uppercut and vaulting herself up by his fist.
It's risky, and it hurts her hand like HELL. But even with numb arms and hands, she's making the most of her advantage, trying to grab Jack's head again. This time, the glow of her hands from before returns, her body twisting in mid air this time, as she tries to corkscrew Jack around before her legs flair out again, the idea to spin Jack clean into the air as she falls back to her feet.
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders just-defends Scratch's Graffiti Soul!
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Scratch 0/-------/-----==|>------\-------\0 Jack Sanders
"Fool!" "Don't underestimate Colonel Sanders!!" jeers the crowd, who apparently have seen a lot more of his fights than she has. He just presses his hands to his hips, scratching the ground in vivid concentration. This time when she rebounds forward, he lashes out, catching Scratch by the shirt. Her attempt to get close enough to do anything further is immediately cut off. "Enough games... if you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best!!" And then he attempts to twist around and strike an explosive elbow right in the center of Scratch's face, intent to blast her backwards once more. "I FEEL IT! THE HERBS AND SPICES!" Jack Sanders roars upwards, grooving to his own personal beat. "NOTHING CAN TAKE ME DOWN NOW!!"
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders successfully hit Scratch with Hollywood Square.
? Strange Hit! ?
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Scratch 0/-------/-======|>>-----\-------\0 Jack Sanders
Grabbed out of the air with her flare attempt, Scratch ends up pulled into Jack's grasp by her shirt. She finds herself struggling, but with her arms numbed as they are, she can't get them up to stop him, and her attempt to yank herself free goes nowhere before the elbow blasts into her face and blows her straight across the ring. Just as Jack finds his groove, the skater is losing hers. She's faltering at this point, and she knows she can't keep up her pace.
But that won't keep her from trying. Knowing she's at her last bit of energy, and with her body feeling like one large charlie horse at this point, she goes in hard for a last gasp. With all the speed she can manage, she speeds to the turnbuckle, leaping up to it, then vaulting straight back. Twisting in the air, she lashes out with one foot, the other held back by a hand before it's released from its tension. Her skate wheels end up glowing with the same sort of faint green as her hands had before. If allowed the luxury of landing, she'd collapse down to her knees, breathing heavily and not much pep left to her, just hoping it's enough to crack the crazy hardboiled chicken-man's egg.
COMBATSYS: Scratch successfully hits Jack Sanders with Method Slicer EX.
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Scratch 0/-------/-======|>>>>---\-------\0 Jack Sanders
The vicious lash of the skate manages to shatter Jack Sander's glasses, and he immediately covers his face, staggering away. "My glasses... my glasses... I can't be seen without my glasses!!" A moment later he has a new pair on, turning back with a relieved sigh. "That was a low blow. I thought you had more honor than that... fine." He then rolls his shoulders, before squatting down low. And then leaping forward, attacking Scratch at her most vulnerable without restraint. "COCKADOODLE /DOO/, MOTHERFUCKER!!"
Only for him to attempt an explosive punch right to the breast. Well, he's really not an honorable fighter in the first place, when you get right down to it...
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders successfully hit Scratch with Los Feliz.
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Scratch 1/------=/=======|>>>>---\-------\0 Jack Sanders
Near collapsed at this point, Scratch manages to hit a blow that truly makes Jack lose his composure. That's a small moral victory there, in and of itself. But the problem is that moral victories don't necessarily beget real ones, and it's clear when Jack comes in, damaged but more energetic, picking up the scraps as he hammers the teen straight in the chest and sends her collapsing against the ground onto her back.
Struggling, the glowers up to Jack, turning herself over and scratching and clawing her way from the mat. "You want... a low blow?" she asks...
Before trying to backhand Jack in the crotch from the ground. It's a spiteful blow, but one that won't change the result, as she falls on her side, exhausted and unable to get up.
COMBATSYS: Scratch can no longer fight.
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Jack Sanders 0/-------/---<<<<|
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders endures Scratch's Medium Punch!
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Jack Sanders 0/-------/--=====|
"If you want my crotch that badly... take it." Sanders states, matter of factly. He just crosses his arms, and then allows the fist to slam home between his legs. He doubles over, slowly exhaling. Before roaring and thrusting his fists back to the heavens. "NEVER UNDERESTIMATE COLONEL SANDERS!!" he shouts, the crowd beginning to cheer once more. Walking over, he finds his discarded toothbrush, and wipes it off on a thumb before applying more paste and beginning to walk off, with a noticeable limp. "In the end, girl... you wanted it too bad. Me... I wanted it too... but my will outlasted yours. Take things slow. Better luck next time." And then, he begins brushing once more, spitting bloody froth to the side. "Ptooey!"
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders takes no action.
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Jack Sanders 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders keeps on fighting!
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Jack Sanders 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: Jack Sanders has ended the fight here.
She managed a little bit of defiance. That's might be good enough for some. But as Scratch falls over to the ground, groaning, and seeing the champ absorb the low blow and stay standing, the only thing Scratch can feel is regret as she finds herself unable to claim the title she had challenged for. It's a bitter feeling right now, especially as she finds herself unable to do much but roll out of the ring at htis point. She's going to have trouble getting home at this point, that's for sure....
Log created on 14:13:47 01/31/2015 by Scratch, and last modified on 04:25:52 02/01/2015.