SNF 2015.02 - SNF: Three Cherries

Description: At the upper reaches of the Diamond Dragon Casino, the mysterious fighter known as Kamon makes his return and puts forth a challenge toward Armor King and Keith: give him a worthy fight. Fate seems to favor the cautious teamwork of the two impromptu team mates over the Psycho Master's hubris, but will they managed to withstand his power once properly unleashed?

COMBATSYS: Keith has started a fight here.

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Keith            0/-------/-------|

The noises is like a train.

Within the Diamond Dragon Casino, there is a chugging sound, a heavy rhythm of cheers from the crowd. Just below the Moneyrock, the massive prize jackpot that hangs over the top floor of the casino, a massive, neon-lighted arena of glitz and glamor is surrounded by caging and chanting fans. For tonight, within the Diamond Dragon, was the headliner match.

The Armor King had come for blood.

The infamous lucha heel, and the holder the worldwide champion belt, had come to the Diamond Dragon for only one reason, and one reason alone: To find a challenger worthy for him. Naturally, with the Johnny Cage ousted of the Western belt to Nightwolf, and Joe barely holding on to his Eastern Belt in the wake of Muay Thai infighting, Armor King had his reasons to get people worked up for his belt. And what better way than for a match in the grand opening of a Casino? But these things required art, they required grace.

And that is why Armor King unleashes the Tombstone on a jobber.

The crowd goes wild as the jaguar-masked wrestler finishes off the no-name man dressed in a wolf mask (not a wolfman mask, which would be just silly) with a head-smashing slam. The dark-skinned man, clad in black-spiked armor, releases the jobber and soon moves to trap the man in a hold. "AND ARMOR KING IS GOING FOR THE PIN! ONE! TWO!" The announcer cries out, as the ref throws out his fingers. And as he holds out the three, the bell rings. Armor King releases the man, throwing his arms in the air. "THREE! THREE! ARMOR KING CLAIMS HIS THIRD VICTIM TONIGHT!!! ISN'T THERE ANYONE WHO CAN STOP THE ARMOR KING?!" Armor King points his fingers to the audience, calling out his response to the announcer.

"*jaguar noises*"

The fights have been rather fascinating. The jobber did not seem to last too long in the fight in the match that has the crowd going. Many of them are cheering wildly at the display of the luchador. Of course, given his role as the heel, many boos and hoots fill the air just as loud.

One person is watching the match with a bemused look on his face. In his hand is a small origami that he has been toying with in the midst of the fight. It is something that he picked up while out around Southtown. After the completion of the paper, he is looking up towards the stage to hear the challenge.

"...Here you go, kiddo."

Deciding to pass the origami to the boy, Keith finally trudges his way out through the crowd to make his way towards the space occupied by the luchador. Why is it that a nobody is deciding to jump into the fray of the battle? It is interesting. THere is something fascinating about the man with a jaguar face. Or maybe it is some jaguar. Keith has seen stranger things by now.

After his arrival, Keith decides to greet the armored jaguar. The presence of the man is a simple dark-skinned male with a hoodie over his head. Once the hoodie unfolds, he reveals the cornrolls designed around his head. Already in his hand is a small coin, whch he is using to flick into the air with his thumb.

"Sure, why not? Could use some entertainment." A grin forms. "...besides, it feels nostalgic this way."

Money is a powerful tool. Money is a siren song that lures out the truly greedy. In substantial amounts, it draws forth the lust for wealth in those who would otherwise proclaim themselves to be pure.

Vega doesn't care about money. The warlord that rules over Shadaloo in its apparent efforts to amass as much political power and fortune as it can from the shadowy depths of the criminal underworld doesn't truly care about all the wealth that has been collected in his name. Money is simply a path to power. Money buys him his army of drug and weapons dealers that cycle more funds to Vega. Money buys him his enforcers, whether directly or by funding their desires. Most importantly money funds the massive research operations that help feed back into his efforts to perfect his power.

Money is also not why he has once more donned the identity of Kamon, the mysterious martial artist that has previously shown his face in an effort to test the limits of power of the so called "Gods of the Arena." This is an opportunity for the warlord to discover what the secret behind this Diamond Dragon is. What power it holds and how it can benefit him.

It is also an opportunity for the Psycho Master to test the strength of the fighting world. He knows full well that the ultimate perfection of his strength is unrivalled, but he enjoys any opportunity to crush the proclaimed pinnacles of battle beneath his heel.

Thus far they have been a disappointment.

Kamon arrived at the casino without warning, demanding a battle. He is not refused, this is the man that quite nearly obliterated Heihachi Mishima.

And so it is that Kamon discovers that the level of talent is nowhere near being worth his time. His first opponent is dispatched with a single punch, sent flying with a disgusting ease. Three more fights where he isn't even touched. Eventually one fighter manages to connect a kick with the mysterious combatant's chin only to be met with an explosion of Psycho Power that leaves him barely breathing.

None of this has been satisfying.

No, there is only one option that may stand worthy of the disguised Lord of Shadaloo. He makes his way up to the ultimate platform in time to hear the announcer ask for willing combatants, he begins to step forward only for the grinning boxer to cut him off.

This won't do.

Without hestiation Kamon continues his path into the ring, clad in a black gi, trimmed in crimson fabric. A simply black belt is tied around his waist and his feet are bare.

"If you want a real challenge, you'll face /my/ power," Kamon's voice seems to fill the air, his aura weighing down across the entire upper arena. "There is no strength in the world comparable to my own. Even the two of you combined would hardly be worthy, but I grow bored. I honor you with the opportunity to face me in battle!"

As his words finish, his right hand rises in front of him, fingers extended upward as if glasping some invisble orb moments before purple energy begins to shroud his hand, swirling like flames. Those well attuned can sense the condensation of the deepest, most vile parts of the human soul swirl around the man like a leashed, but wild beast as his lips pull back to expose his teeth. It would feel wrong to call the expression a smile as it seems akin to a hungry lion having cornered an injured gazelle.

"This is your opportunity to flee if you find your resolve insufficient in the face of a God."

COMBATSYS: Vega has joined the fight here on the top side.

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Keith            0/-------/-------|

Another challenge, of course.

After all, this was all part of the plan. Armor King was going to just keep going through jobbers, to help warm up the crowd. And now, he started to break away from the jobbers, to the unknowns. Unknowns were... not jobbers. Not jobbers at all. Ryu was an unknown. And he... he transformed the fighting world. No, he made sure that who was coming next? It was going to be a challenge.

A wildcard changed everything

They were wildcards, and were perfect for leading the crowd on their expectations. What was to come up next was a surprise challenge from the unknown, and the unknown getting strong early momentum. Armor King had a plan in mind, and as the mysterious, dark-skinned man in the hoodie approaches the arena. Armor King drops his pointing fingers, spreading his hands out as the man approachs. Everything was going to plan.

And then Kamon shows up.

Another wildcard. But not one that Armor King wanted in his deck. Kamon was known well enough by the lucha heel, as a serious fighter that challenged Heihachi... and may have walked away victorious. Kamon was a man who fought at several tiers above the champion. As he forces his way into the arena, with that purple energy flowing over him, it was clear what was about to come down. Armor King only remembered too well about another upstart who would crash fights.

The lucha's blood boils at the thought of another Marduk.

It was time to change the plans. As the audience murmurs and argues amongst themselves, For him Armor King suddenly steps forward, charging quickly towards Keith's side. And standing tall, the towering wrestler suddenly places his hand on the newcomer's shoulder. Looking across at the fellow titanic fighter, the red eye of his Jaguar Mask stares into the psionic fighter. And there, Armor King conveys what he needed from the stranger, before looking back up at Kamon, slamming his hand against Keith's back and falling into his fighting stance.

"*jaguar noises*"

COMBATSYS: Armor King has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Keith            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0       Armor King

Something feels wrong.

Very wrong.

Keith was in good spirits about the challenge, finding it very interesting to see his opponent in action. Keith could not wait to get the fight going and perhaps see what the luchador is capable of. However, something, in the bottom of Keith's core...

... Something felt wrong.

The feeling of a power feels like a wall closing in on Keith. Normally, the man is not claustophobic, but the presence that seens to be invading his space feels like the walls pushing out against him. The passive senses can hear the thoughts of people suddenly magnify. It was only recent that Keith was able to dampen the magnitude of collective fear and anxiety from people. The noises were previously capable of being toned down like a television.

...Now it is like a truck.

The expression visible wilts on his face as he starts to look strained. Along his eyes is a brief flicker of a cyan illumination along his irises. The Psycho Power within Keith is starting to boil. Everything starts to feel like the world is enclosing on Keith.

~ ... Shit. No. There is something ominous about this guy. I don't know what. ~

A hand rests over towards his back.

It is in that instant that Keith snaps back into reality. What previously felt like a wave of oppressive energy in some ethereal world is now back within the arena. The sound of people chatting amongst themselves are deafened. His focus is towards the armored jaguar man.


His eyes drift towards Kamon, then back towards Armored King with a nod. The street boxer lifts his arms up and takes position in getting into his boxing stance, weaving his body around. His expression is a bit more serious. "Let's do this."

~ ...Who are you? /What/ are you? ~

Steeling himself for this moment, Keith finally decides to take the first charge. While his gut reaction is to jump in with the strike, Keith fighting back against the near panic decision that is reaching out to him, gnawing at him. Instead, Keith is making his movements a bit slower, setting his own pace within the rhythm.

"I'll get the first tap on this guy."

Getting the mental feel of the atmosphere, Keith is able to shut off focus from the crowd and direct it towards Kamon himself. That is when the NESTS escapee jumps into action.

The larger black man leans in with a quick jab towards Kamon's face, and then he lunges in to give a quick right hook towards the mysterious martial artist's face.

The man got it.

As Keith breaks away, the Armor King growls. Turning to face the intruder, the crowd roars as they look at what seems to be an improvised alliance between Armor King and the unknown fighter. Win or lose, it was good hype, and the armored jaguar warrior soon picks up speed as he runs after the hoodied man. As he closes in on Kamon, he leaps into the air in time with that straight.

To unleash a two-footed flying drop kick into the dreaded fighter.

COMBATSYS: Vega dodges Keith's Hook Punch.

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Keith            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0       Armor King

COMBATSYS: Vega blocks Armor King's Medium Kick.

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Keith            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0       Armor King

This is what Kamon came here for. If he can't find any single opponent worthy of facing him in the arena, he shall simply combine the weaklings until they are enough to be worth being graced by his effort.

Let them stike first. Let them bring forth whatever strength they can manage, it will only make the proof more potent when he beats the respect for his power into them. It would take an army of this calibur of opponent to face down his Psycho Power!

From an initial perspective, this all seems to place the little known fighter at a disadvantage: both of his opponents stand notably taller than him, one notably heavier than him. It should be a completely unfair fight, but the largest man approaches, Kamon twists to the side, a quick heel turn that leaves nothing but empty space where his head once was.

This movements plants him in place. He should be left completely open for the drop kicked aimed for him, but both arms rocket up to intercept the blow. The man in the black gi barely even seems to move as the armored man in the animalistic mask bounces off his guard.

"Not good enough!" He shouts as his hand draws back, purple energy bursting into being around his hand, his fingers curl into a tightly balled fist as he lunges in toward Armor King with a simple straight targetted directly at his gut. At the end of the blow, the fighter surges another pulse of pure psionic hatred through his arm, exploding outward through his fist, hopefully into wrestler's stomach.

There should be a disadvantage for the shorter individual. However, Keith knew for the fact that /they/ were at a disadvantage. This guy is definitely not normal. He'll have to rely on some more important tactics to get him wore down.

Unfortunately, Keith's hook manages to hit nothing but air. It was as expected. That is why Keith immediately rises up to a complete stance. His eyes close as he takes the moment to flip his coin in the air.

That feeling of the strong, pure hatred manifests from the strange competitor is enough to throw the experiment off of his game. However, he manages to catch the coin in time for him to start moving towards Kamon's left side from behind. The fist is twisted to strike down at the back of his cranium.

COMBATSYS: Armor King Toughs Out Vega's Medium Punch!

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Keith            0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0       Armor King

Armor King had to gravely agree with Keith.

As Keith's hook catches nothing, the lucha's drop kick had at least made contact. Slamming hard into the floor, the crowd goes wild again. But it was not enough; Kamon was already coming in with that strange energy. Energy was still strange to Armor King; facing the likes of it in the ring was always trouble. And yet, as he rises back up to face the blast of pure hatred, the wrestler responds with a snarl as he just throws everything he has into the punch, to charge into it.

"*jaguar noises*"

And that pure force manages to work. Forcing through the pure hate, forcing through the pure power, and right up close to the other fighter. And there, Armor King reaches out to grab the superior fighter, and more importantly, the smaller fighter. Attempting to push him down and grab him by his gut, he would lift him high up, legs in the air, pinning him against his chest. And if he made it that far, he would then leap up into the air, and drive Kamon between his thighs, as he unleashes the legendary Jaguar Screwdriver, smashing him headfirst into the ground.

If he got those grips.

COMBATSYS: Keith successfully hits Vega with Light Punch.
-* WILD HIT! *-

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Keith            0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0       Armor King

COMBATSYS: Armor King successfully hit Vega with Jaguar Screwdriver.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?

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Keith            0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0       Armor King

There are times when mere power and skill are not the only deciding factors in a battle. Numbers can be an advantage against a superior foe, as can the battlefield in question.

Under these particular circumstances, a great deal goes wrong for Kamon. Rather than obtaining room to maneuver, the warlord finds that his blow does nothing to knock back the armored wrestler. An underestimation of his opponent, he begins to surge backward, attempting to create new space to collect himself. Instead this throws him back into Keith's hit, rocking his head forward.

This triggers the sudden sound of whirling wheels of the slot machine.

As Armor King finds himself able to take full advantage of the Psycho Master's miscalculation, the moneyrock begins to stir. Kamon is hefted up into the air, off his feet and held momentarily helpless. As the Jaguar themed wrestler starts to come back down, the pachinko machine launches its ball. Despite travelling a much greater distance, it collides with the ground just as wrestler's move connects, knocking everything off balance.

This doesn't mean that Kamon is unharmed.

No, the fighter must slowly push himself up off the ground. His gi is rumpled and out of place, his cheek has begun to swell, and his perfectly slicked back hair is a mess.

More importantly than all of that, the look in his blank white eyes is pure murder as he turns toward the one responsible. The dictator's eyes drill into the very depths of Keith's soul.

He wants blood!

Pure, unbridaled rage seeps forth from the dictator as he suddenly lunges at the larger opponent like some unrestrained hell beast. As he grows close, his left hand flies forward, lashing out toward the experiment's face as his right hand begins to surge with fury given form as pure, purple flames. It launches in toward Keith's neck like the blade of an axe attempting to make a single, clean, fatal cut.

COMBATSYS: Keith just-defends Vega's Hell Attack!

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Keith            0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0       Armor King

"We're doing good. Let's keep pressing him."

"We're doing good. Let's keep pressing him."

Keith had to definitely be careful in this fight. He knew that this individual was odd. However, Keith could not place why he felt odd. Nevertheless, the NESTS experiment is getting his attention from the fighter himself. That is when the burly man becomes more watchful and focused.

He acts on the defense.

As the rage seeps from the fighter in the lunge, Keith brings his arms up while pressing his head into the arms. The impact of the collision manages to resonate a spark of energy. That han surging with the purple flames are met with a strange burst of cyan energy that flickered into existence between himself and Kamon.

The arms retain their guarding position, then Keith presses backwards from the fighter.

"Damnit.. can't do this without it..." Desparately reaching into his pocket, he procures a small device. It looks like a small gun, but it has some kind of syringe that suddenly pops into existence from the valve. The needle rests over towards the side of his neck.


Nggghh!! The N-Serum is injected against his neck and the NESTS experiment's eyes give off an illuminating glow of cyan hue. He grits his teeth and he extends his right hand towards the fighter.


An invisible wall of energy is shot towards Kamon, aiming to fling him off balance towards the wrestler.

"Press ahead," he calls out towards Armor King.

From Chaos, comes Order.

Just as the Armor King is about to unleash the full power of the Jaguar Screwdriver, he finds himself knocked aschew by the giant pachinko machine's ball. But as he follows through with the botched piledriver, he rises up fast, faster than Kamon. And there, he throws his arms into the air.

Right for the cheering crowd.

"*jaguar noises*" Is what Armor King calls out, as for a moment, he turns his attention away from the rising Kamon. It is fortunate for the lucha that the fighter chose his partner, rather than the wrestler. But as Armor King turns to look at the melee, he stumbles back, shocked at what he sees. The dead jaguar mask's eyes may not show the emotion running through the wrestler, but he almost falls off his feet. The white eyes from Kamon was one thing. But for his mysterious partner to suddenly be filled with... what kind of power was that? Whatever it was, the crowd was -howling- with cheers, totally finding Armor King's partner the coolest damn thing. And what else can Armor King do? The lucha nods his head at Keith as he tells him to press ahead.

And Armor King flashes Keith a thumbs up.

"*jaguar noises*"

The wrestler was now surges towards Kamon, after the kinetic blast. Following up on the strange ally's move, he dips in low, unleashing the signature 'shadow step,' a borrowed technique made to imitate the Mishima's best. He was moving like a blaze now, almost a blur as he reaches in to grab at Kamon's chest... but doesn't. INstead he straightens up, moving out from his crouching lunge.

And attempts to smash his forehead squarely into the fighter's face.

COMBATSYS: Keith successfully hits Vega with Kinetic Force.
- CRAZY Hit! -

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Keith            0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0       Armor King

COMBATSYS: Vega interrupts Driving Headbutt from Armor King with Knee Press Nightmare.

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Keith            0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1       Armor King


Kamon has made two errors in this fight, and they are most certainly catching up with him. The first was simply an underestimation of how much the man in the jaguar mask could take. There are times when the lowly exceed expectations. Sometimes it allows their betters to find new talent that may prove useful in the future, with proper guidance of course.

The other error, however, is far more interesting. This brawler is no mere sideshow oddity... no, in the moment when all of his hatred is warded off, the source of that power is instantly clear to the dictator.

Psycho Power.

HIS power.

Nowhere near as refined or perfect, of course, there are none who truly understand the nature of Psycho Power, let alone have the will and determination to manipulate their own soul to reach the peak of its power.

Still, this opens up new potential in the otherwise unimportant combatant.

None of which is immediately important to the dictator in his predicament. With this newly revealed power, the psionic boxer rushes in and unleashes a sudden wall of power at the same time another of the pachinko balls is launched into the fray. Kamon is sent flying.

For most people, this would put him in a prime position to be abused by the wrestler charging in. Kamon is hardly most people as the rage boils over once more. As Armor King's forehead attempts to connect with Kamon's head, it is instead met by the main twisting around in midair to slam both feet down atop the jaguar mask. He makes a full second rotation, barreling his feet down once more for another rotation. But this time, rather than a simple somersault, he flauts in midair and unleashes a frenzies flurry of kicks, striking the armored man across the entire upper portion of his body. Giving no opportunity for the wrestler to recover, he drops low, suddenly gliding just over the floor, rocketing forward to knock King up into the air.

There is something photogenic about Kamon flying back from the impact. That forceful push is a snapshot in time as the Moneyrock. The pachinko slot moves and the pachinko ball -EXPLODES- while Kamon is in mid-air.


The pushback was all that Keith needed to get himself some distance. However, the use of the Psycho Power gave a bit of feedback. The street boxer is starting to grimace as he feels the lingering effects of the Psycho Power. It is threatening to overtake him. "Heh..."

Once he recollects himself, Keith is starting to feel good.

...Until Kamon assaults his partner.

~ Damn. ~

"GRAAAAHH!" Keith is immediately moving towards the opponent, now seeking to dive straight towards the ground. His movement is blindingly fast. The boxer dives forward to try to tackle Kamon into the ground. Should the first strike make purchase, Keith is going to repeatedly assault him with punches.

...And the final one will end with a double hammerfist towards Kamon's head.

COMBATSYS: Keith blitzes into action and acts again!

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Keith            0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1       Armor King

Armor King wasn't a world champ for publicity's sake.

His 'rival' and good friend, Jaguar King, was well capable of matching the Armor King in talent. But while he was holding the belt as a 'heel,' he was a world class wrestler, one of the greatest in the world. He was tough as iron (thanks to the armor somewhat) and hit like a garbage truck. The fact he had merged in some outside martial techniques into his wrestling style made him one of the most dangerous luchas in the ring.

But that means shit in the face of Knee Press Nightmare.

Both feet smash straight into the Armor King's mask, knocking him down. A second smash comes, this time setting him into the air for the rampage of kicks, and with a final kick to knock Armor King flying. The crowd cheers and winces, as frankly, this Kamon guy was -really- laying it into the wrestler. The whole crowd was pumped, as the Armor King lands with a crunch on the ground.

He only manages to get up, as Keith is in the middle of his rampage.

Well, it was time to start piling on. "*jaguar noises*" Is what Armor King calls out to his partner, turning his Jaguar Mask the right way forward, and then waving at him as he charges back into the fray. Surging back, he would join in with the bum rush. If Keith didn't knock him down? Armor King would go in with the sleeper hold from behind, and BRING HIM DOWN to a front mount, and start doing his own three-punch assault on Kamon. And if Keith did manage to bring him down? Armor King would shove his partner aside to front mount, and well...

Armor King was planning a lot of face punching now.

COMBATSYS: Vega dodges Keith's Ground n' Pound.

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Keith            0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0       Armor King

COMBATSYS: Vega dodges Keith's Body Blow.

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Keith            0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0       Armor King

COMBATSYS: Vega blocks Armor King's Three Count Pound.

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Keith            0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0       Armor King

The man known to the fighting world as Kamon is not some ordinary martial artist focusing on training to master the ancient arts of some traditional school. He is not just a man of powerful body and spirit. He is LORD VEGA, the leader of Shadaloo. A man who has dragged forth from a great many decades past, controlling substantial drug and weapons trades, funding research into untold fields for less than selfless purposes. He has his own small army, and despite this is little more than a speck on edge of the radar of every law enforcement group in the world.

He is not the sort of man to be to be abused by mere mortal fighters!

Despite the fact that his body is battered, bruised, scratched, his clothes a crumpled mess, and his hair the same sort of wild as if he'd been in a hurricane, this is not the end Kamon. He has not even begun to unleash the true depths of his inner power!

As Keith comes charging at the dictator, a sudden surge of power moves out from him like a shockwave. The entire casino suddenly finds itself shrouded in the aura of his inner darkness. It is an oppressive fear, the sort that hints of monsters nipping at your toes from under your bed. Of the closet door squealing open slowly in the middle of the night with some boogeyman behind it.

The difference is that this monster is real, out in the open for all the see and unafraid of the light.

When Keith finally reaches the dictator, Kamon begins to float up in the air as a purple haze surrounds him. The brawler's fists go in, and he goes clean out the otherside, making contact with nothing. The black clad fighter reappears behind him in a similar puff of smoke just in time to have the jaguar headed wrestler suddenly latch in around his neck.

The hold doesn't take as Kamon suddenly makes advantage of his height disadvantage, twisting down and around before the combination maneuver can move any further.

"Do not think me so easily cowed! A flea may bite at the hide of the tiger, but before true strength he is still an insect!"

Floating now, he's surrounded by an aura of pure psycho energy. He seems to grow in power as he's surrounded by the fear spreading rapidly through the crowd. His eyes look between his two opponents, briefly settling on Armor King as the aura of dread pulls tighter around the wrestler. The other fool at least has some glimpse of true power, but this pawn has laid insult on Lord Vega.

The glowing energy sheathing his body is pulled down between his hands, drawn together into roiling orb of pure malevolence before it is thrust forward, flying across the arena until it is upon his foes.

It is in fact a seed.

Reaching its destination, its payload of destruction is unleashed, violently expanding out in all directions as all as it attempts to swallow both boxer and wrestler into a field of pure eradication.

COMBATSYS: Vega knocks away Keith with Psycho Explosion.

                 [                   ||||||||||| ]
                 Vega             0|-------|-------
[                  \\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  //////////////                ]
Keith            1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0       Armor King

Keith's eyes widen as the larger man had attempted to charge at the fighter, the sight of the power manifesting before Kamon is one to fear at this point. He can see that oppressive fear tearing against him. It is sending violent shudders against his body, becoming like a screaming siren in his ears. It causes Keith to waver from the charge, slowing down as sweat consumes him. He succumbs to the intimidation, losing the resolve that he had for the speed of the run. However, he keeps the hand winded back, trying his hardest to fight against it.

It gave Kamon enough time to avoid the attack as he is surrounded by the purple haze. Keith manages to hit nothing but air.


Keith snaps, turning his head towards the mysterious fighter. He managed to avoid Armored King's grapple and is now floating in the air.

Fear. Fear of the crowd is ringing in his head. It is now /screaming/ in him. This causes Keith to stumble back, clutching against his head. "..D--damnit...!" To make matters worse, the drugs are starting to awaken that fear of death. As the drugs flow through his veins, the Psycho Power within him is starting to rip him apart from the inside.

...Just in time for Vega's true power to come forth.

By the time Keith lifts his eyes to see the seed planted, it turns into a thunderous explosion that envelops his entire form. His eyes widen at the dangerous energy roaring out towards him. He brings his arms together to try to guard through the energy, drawing upon that Psycho Power to engulf him. However, the combined weight of his anxiety and the Psycho Power breaks through his defenses and he succumbs to the explosion.

Everything feels like it is lights out for him.

~ ..S--shit... This is not happening! What is he--hahhahahhaahaha ~


That is when the effects of those experiments start to take over. Keith has managed to retain some sort of normalcy. He retained what may have assumed to have been his previous personality as easily amused and easygoing despite his intimidating height. However, those experiments have brought about mental instabilities, likely from the stress and the heightened drugs.


Clutching against his head, with blood running down his eyes, they become wild-like as voltage runs along his body. The man has become a living live wire. The voltage around him becomes sparodic, shooting everywhere around him. There is a dangerous factor about Keith's power. He cannot control it. He cannot control the effects. This is further complicated by the fact that Vega just amplified it by feeding him a surge of Psycho Powe whichr is sending him over the edge.

Keith is about to become a living bomb.

In the midst of the mad laughter and the surge of energy about to consume him, Keith is already noticing of the potential of casualties. Not only from his partner but from the public. Keith reaches along hs side to pull out different gun.

His hand shakily lifts up towards his neck, biting off against the force trying to put his body into an uncontrollable spasm. In the midst of it all, the barrel reaches to his neck and he pulls the trigger to inject himself.

The suppressants take effect, removing that danger of becoming a living bomb and possibly detonate around him.

Everything seems to calm around Keith.

There is a bit of painting and coughing. "..Shit." A glance is given towards Armor King, "...'ey... Sorry about that, homie. Had ... a moment."

After he starts to get everything under control, Keith is starting to focus his eyes towards Kamon, who is still likely in the air. There is a grin forming on his face as he brings an arm over his eyes to wipe away the blood. His other hand reaches into his pocket to flick out that coin into the air.

"Alright. As fun as this has been..."

The coin lands right in his hand, tightening his fists while looking up at Kamon.

"Time to take you down."

The boxer takes his stance once more, now getting himself amped up as he feels the lingering effects of the Psycho Power engulf his body. A cyan flame-like wave envelops his body as his arms close in together into a guard. The Psycho Power gives him an enhanced charge as Keith suddenly zooms forth in a burst. He is aiming to send that right hand swooping out towards Kamon's ribs with a strike towards the liver.

...Instead, the other hand jumps in to strike out towards the fighter's chin. "Raaaaaggghhh!"

At this point, Keith has established his rhythm. The body is weaving from the right and then moving towards the left. Each way that his body is weaving, it moves rather hypnotically as he winds himself up like a charged battery.

His right hand winds back...

A heavy fist slams right towards the man's cheek. Then, Keith quickly brings his other fist out to strike at Kamon's other cheek. Each fist is swinging out like a cannon. Relentless. Unending.

The final punch, Keith is giving Kamon that glare of determination as the arm swings upward to sock him across the cheek. "HAAAAAAARRRGGGGGHHHHH!!"

COMBATSYS: Armor King blocks Vega's Psycho Explosion.

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                 Vega             0|-------|-------
[                  \\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  /////////                     ]
Keith            0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0       Armor King

Oh no.

When one pushed to the limit, one ended up facing something MUCH more dangerous than mere men. This was supposed to be a demonstration of mortals, of the strongest of mankind. Where Keith felt fear, Armor King felt dread. As Kamon slips from his grip to -fly in the air-, the wrestler stops his assault to look up. Those dead jaguar eyes stare up, the dark-skinned wrestler slowly backing up.

And now, he was facing the power of a god.

The blast consumes Armor King's form as he crosses his arms before him. What else could he do? The general defensive stance is all he can muster as the wrestler is consumed by the wave of pure psycho energy. The energy blows him back, the audience screaming in fear, and terror. Already, the crowds was fleeing; this was a security risk. Keith was barely alive; after all, he had not received the brunt of 'Kamon's' attacks. But what about Armor King.

Just barely.

Armor King is still standing.

Though right now, he is less 'Armor King' and more like 'King'. Pieces of his armor falls to the ground, as the violet energy burns off his skin. The costume was wrecked, though his still had his undersuit on. And gingerly, very carefully, he uncrosses his arms. He wasn't going to be able to block again. There was no crowd to excite now. But this was not just a fight for showing off. This was a fight to protect people. Armor King might be a heel for the public persona. But when it came to life and death? He was no coward. Standing tall, he throws both hands up, and gives thumbs down as he stares across at Vega.

"*jaguar noises*"

Calling out for Vega, the wrestler thunders forward, charging again as Keith rushes in tandem. To fight a god like this... it was death, certain death. But to flee? A fate worse than death. Front flipping forward in the middle of Keith's assault, Armor King attempts to latch his murderous thighs around 'Kamon's' neck. And should he get his grips on him? He would pivot, flipping backwards with Vega in tow.

And smash him, face first, into the arena floor.

COMBATSYS: Vega dodges Keith's Nova Tempest.

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                 Vega             0|-------|-------
[                  \\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ////////                      ]
Keith            0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0       Armor King

COMBATSYS: Vega dodges Armor King's Frankensteiner.

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                 Vega             0|-------|-------
[                  \\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  ////////                      ]
Keith            0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0       Armor King

This growing power.

As Keith's body falls prey to the flow of energy through the arena, Kamon can only watch with interest. This is not simple Pscyho Power, there's something far more impressive occuring as reactions begin to overwhelm him. Somehow he has been changed, able to make use of far more power than he should have any natural gift for. This brawler is no mere fighter, he's just the sort of thing that the Lord of Shadaloo would have ordered to be created by his own scientists.

Sometimes intrigue is a far more threatening state than rage.

Especially when it causes Kamon's face to split into the unpleasant, unnatural expression that would otherwise be a smile on any other person. Anything that manages to bring the facsimile of a smile on to the warlord's face most certainly brings agony to others.

Once more he finds himself barreled down on by superior numbers, but despite how the rest of this fight has progressed, it no longer seems as if he is the one on the disadvantaged side. With utter confidence, his arms fold across his chest, that sickening grin remaining plastered on his face as the Lord of Shadaloo remains utterly prepares for what comes next.

He blinks out of existance in another puff of psycho power, leaving nothing but a mist flowing with soul eclipsing darkness behind him.

When he reappears, there isn't any hesitation, no opportunity to recover as he blazes down from just above the formerly armored wrestler, rocketing in a violent descent with both arms braced in front of him, sheathed in burning Psycho Power that falls away like flames off a meteor crashing through the atmosphere.

The difference is that these flames do not burn away at Kamon, the prepare to remove Armor King from existance as the Psycho Master aims to strike him like the end of the dinosaurs in a conflagration of hatred.

There is the attempt to go to town on Kamon. The fighter was going to give it everything that he had in him to make sure that he can defeat the fighter. However, the fact that the man blinked out of existence towards the initial punch..

The eyes widen, "Wh--what?!"

When Vega starts to make his presence towards Armor King, Keith narrows his eyes and then he starts to extend his hand out towards Kamon.


A flicker of the cyan flames manifest to erupt and consume around the Psycho Master.

COMBATSYS: Armor King barely endures Vega's Somersault Skull Diver EX.

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                 Vega             0|-------|-----==
[                  \\\\\\\\\\\\  < >  /                             ]
Keith            0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1       Armor King


That was not expected by the wrestling jaguar. Flipping forward to catch nothing between those murder thighs, the wrestler hits the ground HARD. And worse, he was perfectly open for what was coming up next. His armor nearly gone, and caught in a bad position, the lucha still forces himself to rise, to rise against the anniliating blow. The flames and kick come to smash into the dark-skinned fighter's body, unleashing an audible crack as his ribs splinter.

But Armor King.



"*jaguar noises*"

That is the roar as fire explodes over his fist. What comes next was not a chi punch, but a rip-roaring uppercut, a blistering fast move unleashed as a final, defiant blow, just as Keith unleashes his own psionic energy. But after that punch is unleashed... there is nothing more. The defiant, Jaguar fury dies, as almost quietly, the Armor King collapses.

"*jaguar noises*"

COMBATSYS: Armor King can no longer fight.

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                 Vega             0|-------|-----==
[                  \\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Keith            0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Vega dodges Keith's Ignition.

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                 Vega             0|-------|-----==
[                  \\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Keith            0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Vega dodges Armor King's Dark Inferno.

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                 Vega             0|-------|-----==
[                  \\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Keith            0/-------/------=|

"Only now do you realize that in the face of my might you are nothing! Worms with no use but to grovel for my amusement."

Kamon's words are sharp, quick, and the absolute truth of the world, from the tone of his voice. Even taking a moment to gloat, he is not yet ready to drop his guard again. He was nearly huminiliated, and he will not rest until he proves it a mere fluke of chance. Kamon may be nothing more than a mask to wear to step out into the world, but someday all will learn the true power of Lord Vega as they are forced to kneel before their conqueror.

And so he once more finds himself sandwiched between two opponents, and once more he moves with a uncanny precision, moving with such speed that his movements leave behind faint blue after images. He twists around, leaving nothing but empty space for those cyan flames of insufficient will to blaze past him. As the brutalized man in the jaguar mask attempts to make some pathetic, final stand, he leaps up high in the air away from the soon crumpled wrestler, clearing the head of his temporary compatriot to land his bare feet back down on the arena's floor.

"And you... you stand a mere pretender to your own power. Gifted to you by some greater force. You see before you utter perfection that you will never hope to touch. Consider yourself blessed by my generosity."

"Now bask in the gift of annihilation!"

The Psycho Master's hand draws up before him, sheathed in pure Psycho Power, and then he thrusts it out in front of him, bracing the back of it with his free hand as he suddenly begins to fly forward. As he rockets forward, the violent energy draws back from his fingers to surround him, completely embracing him as he begins to roll like some torpedo, blazing across the open space toward his last remaining opponent. There is no attempt to collide, not physical contact, the dictator merely flies past his opponent, letting the flames of his own dark power lash out and catch the young experiment ablaze.

COMBATSYS: Keith dodges Vega's Psycho Crusher.

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                 Vega             0|-------|-----==
[                  \\\\\\\\\\\\  <
Keith            0/-------/------=|

... And his partner is down.

Keith is finding himself in a situation that puts him at a spot of being all alone. The boxer is starting to feel the drugs finally wear off, just as the Psycho Power's influence leaves his body for now. Deep down, he can feek it wanting to awaken. Keith knows that it seems to draw. It seeks to tear him apart.

He cannot let that happen.

The flames did no good in stopping Kamon from assaulting his partner.

Keith is alone.

Here he stands before the God amongst Men. His eyes lower to gaze down at the shorter man, frowning.

"...What I am feeling of your presence, I am afraid that I do not like." He grits his teeth and he takes his stance. As Kamon finally lunges forward with the Psycho Power enveloping him, Keith runs forward and he takes a dive to the side as the Lord of Shadaloo attempts to graze the flames against him.

Twisting himself back up, Keith sprints back towards Kamon while bringing his arm down. "Time to say good night!" Keith is sweeping his arm forward, moving underneath in an attempt to drive an uppercut towards Vega. Should he keep is back to him, it'll be at his spine. If he turns around?

That chin.

COMBATSYS: Vega interrupts Drill Upper from Keith with Psycho Crusher EX.

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                 Vega             0|-------|-======
[                                <
Keith            1/------=/=======|

He missed?!

Kamon doesn't even need to turn around to notice that the brawler has managed to avoid being consumed by his Psycho Power. The mere fact that he can't feel the joyous pain of the lesser Psion being consumed by the overwhelming might of his better is enough for him to realize that somehow this imperfect being has managed to avoid his fate.

This is not acceptable.

Rather than release himself from his frenzied, torpedo state to take another option, the warlord simply readjusts his course with sheer will, twisting around in a sharp turn that sees him rocketing toward Keith with all the fury and power intact. No attempt by this mere mortal is enough to hold back his superiority!

As the boxer's fist drives upward in a hopeless attempt to put a stop to Kamon's rampage, the Lord of Shadaloo doesn't even need to concern himself with drawing closer. No, that fist is the loose wire that clips the powerline that is Lord Vega. Before there's even an opportunity to follow through, the spinning torpedo of malevolence is gone, and the flames whick up from that hopeless fist.

It is nothing like being consumed by the void.

Void would be mercy.

The Psycho Power that roils now around the escaped experiment is like a deluge of the darkness that rests deep within one's soul. It desires destruction. It longs to hear pained cries rise up. It cackles as the world burns.

This is the purity of Vega's soul.

There is the intent of taking advantage of Vega's blindspot. Keith wanted to get that good punch in and take the Lord of Shadaloo out. He wanted to defeat this guy and get the hell out of here. In truth, Keith had not felt a strange sense of dread until today. This even trumps his time at the NESTS lab before breaking free.

As Keith sought to strike Kamon down....

The human torpedo tears through him. Keith's eyes widen in shock as he finds himself blown away. He is knocked completely against the edge of the stage with a harsh thud. Twitching in agonizing pain, Keith coughs up blood. "D--ngh.."

Slowly staggering to his feet, he drops onto one knee. His eyes are starting to become blurred as he finds himself losing conscious. "Tsch.." Once Keith gets back to his feet, he charges forward to meet with Kamon. He flips a coin into the air to strike at Kamon's head.

If the coin makes true and bounces off his head..

Keith will catch it while rushing to push the man to the ground. What will come next is a multitude of assaulting fists seeking to pound the man's head onto the ground. Every last bit of strength.

...Until he keels over.

COMBATSYS: Keith can no longer fight.

                 [                      |||||||| ]
                 Vega             0|-------|-======

COMBATSYS: Vega dodges Keith's Fortune Favors the Bold.

                 [                       ||||||| ]
                 Vega             0|-------|-======

This is the end.

The decision to facedown both opponents at once seemed to have been a major miscalculation on Kamon's part initially as he was battered from all sides. Now, after the true extent of his power has lead to much of the crowd fleeing to leave what remains cowering in their seats, after he has made a complete reversal of fortunes and humiliated his opponents, there is one simple problem left to deal with.

As the boxer's coin comes flying at him, the warlord simply vanishes in yet another burst of purple haze, leaving nothing for the battered brawler to even attempt to swing at as the last vestigages strength fade from his body as he collapses.

He never hits the floor.

The smaller man reappears behind his defeated opponent and catches him by grabbing hold of his hood, allowing him to drop no further than to his knees. Now with no threats to concern him, Kamon reaches into the experimental fighter's pockets and pulls out two vials.

This is the source of that unusual power. It doesn't matter now that Vega has failed to summon a position in front of the Diamond Dragon... this is something new, something he has seen with his own eyes grant power to one whose normal will is insufficient to wield it. So much power it nearly overtook him.

With his bounty collected, the black-clad warlord simply releases his hold on Keith, showing no concern as the body limply hits the floor. Both of his opponents will live, there's no need to waste potential resources over their previous impudence. No, his victory has made it quite clear that they are mere gnats to his imperious power.

With his prize secure, Vega summons a much larger portal in front of him. It holds in the air, a black void that radiates outward with that same aura of oppression.

"A worthwhile challenge, even with such inevitable futility. Remember well the day that you were graced by a god."

His final words are left to hang over the arena as he disappears into his summoned void. It collapses in behind him, twisting itself down until not even a simple pin prick in reality remains.

COMBATSYS: Vega has ended the fight here.

Log created on 20:06:18 02/27/2015 by Vega, and last modified on 00:44:36 03/01/2015.