Circuit of Champions - PCS: Blue Pro Lita vs MURDERHOUSE

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Description: When Lita received a challenge from MURDERHOUSE, she wanted to use this match as a vehicle to prove that she was more than swordswoman and that she can wield anything that was put in her hand. However between the weapons made available via venue and ones brought in by her opponent, the two will find that there will be plenty of options to use in this showdown. (Winner: MURDERHOUSE)

It had been a while and Lita had been hard at work with both training the Delta Red recruits and prepping Team Interpol for the King of Fighters. She soon received word that she had to defend her championship. She thought about many things. She thought about the fact that her losses in the Rumble tournament made her look like a weak champion, the fact she never had a chance to defend her championship, nor the opportunity to take on Mimiru in a match of champions. She jumped at the opportunity.

Soon she had to think about what type of venue and what she wanted to show the world. She wanted to prove that she was more than swordswoman with deadly aim with her kunai. She wanted to prove that she could adapt any situation.

She had the HQ set up a mock up of a bar where a certain section of the bar both behind and in front of it was partitioned off by polycarbonate barriers so the bartender and waitresses and those who purchased tickets who would be the bar customers as well as the camera crew would be protected from being hit by stray weaponry. Tables, plates, and eating utensils will be available for usage. Lita also did some research on this particular opponent, she made sure there would be a doorway into the sectioned off part of the bar for her opponent to wheel his cart of things into.

The door opens and Lita makes her way in with a polycarbonate replica of her sword strapped to her back ready and waiting.

It was true that right now, "MURDERHOUSE" Mick was more of an internet sensation than any kind of "legitimate" martial artist, making his name and fame by trading punches and chairshots with untrained bruisers that couldn't match his strength of viciousness. It was true that he didn't exactly have the accolades or the accomplishments to his name that other fighters did. But his very first official recorded 'fight', his first entry into the world of warriors, was a hellacious bloodbath of a match with one "Rainbow" Mika. R. Mika, who held championship gold of his own. Really, it was impressive that he was challenging yet -another- decorated champion in just his second sanctioned match ever. Hopefully he could prove why he deserved this much attention this early on.

The seven foot monster stalked into this low-lit wooden craphole, noticing the hockey glass making sure the people watching weren't at -too- much risk, and smirked beneath that mask of his. It was different from his first appearance, this mask was jet black, and this thing looked like a crude imitation of a human face, with a nose, and cheeks, and even a little 'line' across where his mouth would be, something without emotion and just looking -wrong-. Of course that black hair of his hung down a little in front of it, but they couldn't hide those eyes of his, glaring out and studying his environment even as, behind him, he lugged around a shopping cart filled with clutter and hardware. 2X4s, shovels, road signs and trash cans, other such forms of 'garbage' that, with any luck, would be used with deadly efficiency here today.

The audience gasped when they saw the black-clad warrior, nobody saying a word when he walked into the "arena" proper and swung that cart in front of him. It tipped over and crashed into a table, all kinds of things already spilling and collapsing down on the ground in a way that would no doubt damage those hardwood, somewhat polished floors. This was already a costly, and expensive encounter.

As the contents of the shopping cart empty out into the ground Lita's lips curl into a smile. She once bragged that anything that her hands, feet and anything she could carry in her hands is a weapon and this particular match was an opportunity to prove it.

As for the floors, it still is an artificial mock-up of what low class British pub would like it was built to be abused. It would probably give it a lived in feeling once the Delta Red recruits get a chance to use it... If they don't destroy it in this fight.

The official closes the barrier and locks it in place leaving the two by themselves in the partitioned area and then he gives the signal to begin.

Lita eases into her stance which looks to be some type of military combative.

COMBATSYS: Lita has started a fight here.

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Lita             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has joined the fight here.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Lita

Lita had obvious military training, and excelled with lethal weaponry. Mick swung garbage can lids at people, and utilized an art that the ignorant still called 'fake'. Lita was dressed like a special operative should dress, prepared for combat. Mick wore black jeans, black worker's boots and a "Motorhead" t-shirt. Lita was dropping into a stance, no doubt prepared for nearly any surprise offense that might be thrown her way. Mick was just adjusting his MMA gloves and elbow pads, rolling his neck and pacing around like he was waiting on his girlfriend in the bathroom.

Until suddenly he wasn't. Quickly his left hand darted down to the table, scooping a few plates and eating utensils and lobbing them at the girl in a messy 'wall' of distraction. Because the real attack came from Mick dashing in right behind the eatery, and lifting his knee to try and ram it into her gut on the way over. Nothing fancy, this wasn't any kind of Muay Thai maneuver. But it also wasn't exactly 'harmless' if it hit.

COMBATSYS: Lita blocks MURDERHOUSE's Light Kick.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Lita

The wall of distraction, in a way, works. It forced the Delta Red Lieutenant to move around in reaction however she realizes that they aren't really targetting her and so as the seven foot tall behemoth of a brawler closes in she realizes what he's attempting to achieve but too late to completely get out of the way. She side steps letting the impact glance off her forearm.

She realizes she's probably in a bit closer than she would like but she also realizes that a full on retreat would probably get her into more trouble at this moment. She decides she'll make the best of it by slipping in closer and using her foot to slide his planted foot from under him while his leg is still in the air from the knee attempt. As she does that, she reaches for his arm and tries to yank him violently face down to the ground and then if she manages that, perform a wrenching arm bar on the significantly larger man.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks Lita's Close Quarters Catch.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0             Lita

What was it with women and armbars?

Mick had better balance than people realized, but with all of his bodyweight on his left leg like that, it was not hard for Lita to trip the big juggernaut right on his face. He fell hard on the ground, too, with his left arm wrenched behind him on impact, the sheer force of it causing him to grit his teeth behind that mask of his, and his left eye winced. However, Lita might notice that even with all of her leverage and all of her skill, that arm wasn't going back nearly as much as she wanted it to. The muscles were flexed, and trying to wrench on it was trying to wrench a tree out of the ground.

There were other dangers, as well. There on the ground, Mick instantly and suddenly spun around on his back, his "helpless" arm suddenly grasping both wrists of the swordswoman, and trying to launch her facefirst right into the table she was standing over. The angle was a little awkward, true, but even now it was obvious just how -strong- this particular fighter could be!

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Lita with Medium Throw.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0             Lita

The moment she realized she wasn't getting as much out wrenching as she would've liked, she released her grip. It was unfortunate that it was just too late. She's lifted and bodily tossed face first knocking over the table and tumbling to the ground.

With a grunt, she gets back up to her feet and picks up a chair that was knocked down by her tumble and takes a swing for the large man's legs. And then, she follows it up with a chair swing right to the torso.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE endures Lita's Random Weapon.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0             Lita

The big man was already on one knee when the first blow struck, hard steel meeting meat and bone, but the monster just raised himself to a standing position, arms down even as the decorated champion brings that vicious steel weapon down again, this time smashing into his left pectoral and the beginnings of his shoulder. The steel warped and made enough impact for the 'thud' to echo off of the thick hockey 'glass' that was entirely surrounding them. But Mick, he didn't react, except to narrow those freakish looking eyes of his and immediately throw a big, meaty haymaker for the girl's lovely face.

But that wasn't all. That was just the set-up for the real attack: Scooping Lita up, upside down, and hurtling up into the air with the poor fighter! Her head was between his legs(if this attack worked), and they both were spinning on the way down to add to the plummeting speed. For added insult to injury, if this attack worked, that skull of hers would be driven right into the chair she'd just used against him prior. But that was par the course, for the infamous MURDERDRIVER!

- Power hit! -

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1             Lita

When that haymaker connects with her face she's practically sent into a dizzying spin. She doesn't even realize how more danger she's in until it's too late. Already dizzy from the haymaker she's flipped upside down and slammed into the metal chair. When she rises back to her feet, her blond hair colour is marred by the blood in it.

She hits the quick release latch on her sword and slowly approaches before swinging her sword hard at the shoulder of her opponent.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE counters Heavy Strike from Lita with Cemetary Gates.
~ Cruel hit! ~

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-======|=======\=====--\1             Lita

Mick was a certifiable madman, there was no way around it. As soon as he got back up from hitting that horrific looking driver, he instantly grabbed up for the collar of that t-shirt of his, ripping it down and throwing the fabric off to the side, now bare-chested and displaying his scars from his first fight, still healing, though some lacerations have begun to open up, and all across his body are bruises still healing. But the big man isn't acting like he's in pain, he's instead entirely focused on the form in the center of this "bar", getting to her feet.

Everyone here has a ghastly look on their collective faces at the sight of the lovely woman bleeding(Well, almost everyone. There are some drunks calling for them to rip each other apart), but Mick is just staring right at her. When she draws that sword, he doesn't flinch, he doesn't make any movement. But the second she moves toward him, the second she swings that weapon in his direction, he's rushing to get right in her face. His right hand is reaching down under her sword arm(or arms, if she's holding it two-handed), to clasp tightly around her throat, and he's looking her directly in the eyes.

"LOOK! AT! ME!" where things get a little complicated. For even though Mick had no idea what he was capable of, that stare was triggering something special in his brain, unlocking the same supernatural psychic gifts that certain fighters were capable of. Did this mean he was reading her mind, or bending spoons with the power of his brain? No, no, Mick's gift was more subtle, and more insidious. This was bringing up every horrible phobia, every horrible doubt, every nagging worry that she's ever had deep in her head. This was taking all of her horrible thoughts that she's ever had to conquer, and was bringing them all out where they didn't need to be, making all of those horrible negative visions flash in front of her eyes like a variety show of her own depression and horror.

It didn't last very long, however, because after the briefest fraction of a fraction of a moment, Mick broke the contact and raised her up with one hand. What happened next was a vicious slam right into the hard wood floors...and, that was when chaos reigned. The floors collapsed, the floorboards splintered and smashed, and both Lita and Mick went tumbling down into the bar's cellar, along with a shower of tables, chairs, chains and shopping carts, an avalanched of improvised MURDER turning into an ocean. Mick himself was slowly working to his feet, his own strength having just worked against him. And possibly allowing a perfect opportunity for the sword-wielding special operative to capitalize...

Images run through her mind. Of her fellow Delta Reds, of her parents, of her friends all in a pile of bodies stacked up in front of her, and she was powerless to do anything about it. She then gets images of how lazier, but way more talented fighters go on to fight the threat with much more succcess than someone who worked harder than they did. It was as if what she did didn't matter. And then her mind replayed each moment of this particular fight on a loop for what seemed to be an eternity.

And then her mouth forms into a silent scream as her body travels through the floor

Military life had taught her a lot of things in terms of fear but it didn't teach her how to deal with something like the psychological strike she just received. The psychological strike that MURDERHOUSE doesn't even realize he performed. She utterly freaks out. Technique forgotten, desperation takes over as she wildly swings her sword replica in a desperate bid to get large man, the source of her terror away from her.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE Toughs Out Lita's Heavy Strike!

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MURDERHOUSE      1/-----==/=======|=======\======-\1             Lita

Mick was slow to get up, his own head ringing from that devastating trip the two of them took, but while still on one knee, he was still able to witness the shape of his opponent amidst the dust rising, able to see her wild desperation and flailing, and here away from the cameras, away from the people who were trying to peer down into the darkness, Mick understood that the military woman had never been so vulnerable. Or so dangerous. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't intimidated.

That dull, 'replica' sword came down, and even though it wasn't quite so 'lethal', it was still heavy enough to provide a severe concussion, and possible brain damage. So of course Mick just took the hit, that weapon smashing into the dull black leather that covered his forehead, enough of that long weapon rapping across the top of his hair-covered skull to cause a bit of bleeding as well. But it just inspired him, inspired him to rise to his feet and approach the crazy woman, knowing the perfect solution to Lita's problem: An open handed mauling slap, one that was aimed right for the side of her head, face, and of course aiming for that cute little ear of hers. Crazily enough, "MURDERHOUSE" Mick was actually feeling GOOD from all this!

"What the fuck is your problem, lady? Relax!"

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Lita with Fierce Punch.
~ Cruel hit! ~

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MURDERHOUSE      1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2             Lita

Even as she swung the replica sword with all her might and all of her desperation, the larger man kept coming... and coming. Every strike was landing but it didn't faze him and even though the visions implanted in her head were over, the message left behind was still there and being proven through his constant approach. That all the hard work she put in didn't matter.

She backs up, truly feeling emotionally naked and vulnerable though none of the cameras, or spectators could see it.

She stumbles on a baseball bat just as the slap comes in and then she falls down to the ground and curls up into the fetal position. A fallen, broken, champion.

COMBATSYS: Lita takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Lita can no longer fight.

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Log created on 20:06:49 06/12/2016 by Lita, and last modified on 14:05:59 06/13/2016.