SNF 2016.07 - Jezebel vs MURDERHOUSE in Check Your Privilege!

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Description: Now ,this may come as a surprise, but there is a lot of negative things about America’s history. For example, they killed a lot of people. They also oppressed a bunch of them too. So this is a good time of year to reflect on everything America could do better about itself. Jezebel, once an American sweetheart as Lightning Spangles, now has the opportunity to atone for all of America’s mistakes. To assist her, the articulate and charming MURDERHOUSE will be providing in depth counterpoints, providing an outsider perspective on the various transgressions America has made against the world, and what it can do to make itself much more respectful in the international community. All against the scenic Arc de Triomphe. MURICA! <Winner: MURDERHOUSE>

There was more foot traffic here than usual, though within the arc itself, big heavy chains were set around to close the landmark off to civilians. Today, it was not going to be a romantic sight, it was not going to be where tourists go to soak up each other's puppydog hormones to fee like they were important. No, today and possibly tonight, something real was going to happen.

Among the people watching were concerned French officials, SNF camera crews(of course)...but also a group of black-clad youths, all huddled together like a posse of bad hair and underage smoking, each with camera phones, eagerly recording the sight within the chains: The sight of "MURDERHOUSE" Mick, sitting in a metal folding chair, back against one of the pillars of the arc, just waiting. He was dressed in black, primarily, his face covered by that black leather mask, his eyes staring into nothingness. There was a tight, longish-sleeved shirt covering his beefy torso, the sleeves ending at his elbows to let his impressive forearms come down, ending in a pair of black, padded MMA gloves, the calloused fingers of his right hand twitching every once and a while. From his left, dangled the Official Blue Professional Championship, gleaming in the afternoon sun, the very end of it on the ground.

All around of them, the scene had been set most impressively: Tables lined up with weapons, with tire chains, pipes, crowbars and wrenches, there were even some muskets laying about. Although, fortunately for the two fighters, they weren't actually loaded, nor were they supplied bayonets.

On the 'side' Mick was sat on, a row of flags were hung from the top of the Arc, France's flag flying above them, of course, but many of them honored. ON the opposite end, was just one flag: Old Glory, hung just a bit lower, not looking quite as proud as the others. And it was here, that Mick's opposition was expected to make her appearance...

And she comes in, springing with every step.

Nightmare Spangles was dressed in a dark parody of the Lightning Spangles outfit. There wasn't a red, white and blue, but black, white, and gold. Black chaps over white jeans, a black vest over a white button up linen shirt. Golden sequin stars cover her outfits, as upon her head, she wears a black hat... and over her face, she wears a black banada. Her black boots clink as she takes a step, her artificial blue eye glowing in the night. Jezebel recovered. She could forget about the monsters, just like she could forget about everything else. Putting her hands on her hips, right above her guns in their belt.

"Howdy Y'all! I'm Nightmare Spangles!"

That was the cry as she takes her place across from the garbage wrestler. Her eyes were happy, but under that mask was a smile. She couldn't stop smiling, even if no one could see it. "And I'm here to apologize!"

"America has made a lot of mistakes over its short existance! It's been arrogant, it's been ignorant, and it's been misleading in what is right, and what is wrong. That's why my good friend MURDEHRHOUSE is gonna help me break down just what's wrong with America, and what America can do to make itself a better place." She strides down into the midsts under the arc, leaning hard towards the black-masked wrestler, one eye sparkling, the other glowing brighter.

"Isn't that right, MURDERHOUSE?"

Mick didn't respond at first, letting Spangles make her entrance, letting the crowd study the garishly dressed woman, in that parody of her old costume. Mick just let her walk and talk, idly looking down at that championship belt, then looking out across the neatly prepared weapons, to the throngs of people watching with baited breath. Nightmare's eyes hinted at something sinister, but Mick's eyes weren't much better. Those dots for pupils finally looked up, regarding the woman for a brief moment before the big man rolled his thick neck, letting the bones crackle in preparation.

"Yeah, she's been kind of a fuck up lately. And I guess that makes the two of you, doesn't it?"

As he spoke, he tossed that belt carelessly down to the ground, where one might notice that it has quite a few scratches and dings since it was taken from Lita of Delta Force. In a moment Mick is on his feet, grabbing behind him and taking that chair that, moments ago, he was sitting on. He takes two running steps forward, and without any ado, hurles that folding chair right at the face or general body of his enemy. "MURDERHOUSE" really wasn't one for wasting time, was he?!

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has started a fight here.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Jezebel has joined the fight here.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Jezebel

COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks MURDERHOUSE's Thrown Object.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Jezebel

"Haha hah, what?"

That is Nightmare Spangle's reaction to Mick's curt statement. MURDERHOUSE made a compelling followup, by chucking the chair straight at her. The actress reacts swiftly, sweeping her arms up and smashing them against the chair. "Hah hah! Oh wow." She states brightly, the chair coming to the ground with a clatter in front of her. That... smarted. She looks at the stomping human death march of MURDERHOUSE.

"Oh -wow-" She states a lot less brightly.

Jezebel's cybernetic eye dims, as the Shadaloo agent falls into her Tae Kwon Do stance. The man approaches, and Nightmare Spangles hides her nerves by pitching. "For example, one of the biggest mistakes that America makes, is that America will often time mistreat its people. Especially its native people! America has been very harsh on the well-meaning, and noble sa- native peoples in it! Under the Euro- Until the European- Until the Americans arrived, everything was really good in America!"

"and then America ruined everything!"

Jezebel stares into those eyes, her arms trembling a bit. But she was throwing herself at MURDERHOUSE. The actress throws out a sweeping low kick, dropping down low. "Worst of all, they killed a lot of those native people!" She continued, as the leg hooks around hard, aiming to slam her long legs right into MURDERHOUSE's towering form.

Maybe she could bring him down?

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE fails to counter Medium Kick from Jezebel with Chaos Theory.
? Strange Hit! ?
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by The Genocide Of Native American!!

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0          Jezebel

Mick indeed kept walking after her behind that chair throw, but he was taking his time. Stretching out his arms, opening and closing his hands, preparing to lay a bit of murder into this masked actress's face. He was barely paying attention to all the trash she was talking, truth be told he didn't give a damn who he was fighting, or where they were from. He certainly didn't give a single damn about the politics of jackasses. What he cared about was this woman crouching low, instantly knowing what she was going for. When he got into range, she threw out that chopping kick and he spun his hand down trying to catch it. In truth, he did grab the hem of her wide chaps, but the collision of her boot into the side of his knee immediately made him let go, in a moment that was truly lucky for the American kick-lover.

Mick staggered immediately, staggering away as he limped away in pure instinct, reaching down and rubbing and checking his limb even through his cargo pants. He was relieved to find that nothing was broken, but that wasn't going to be a fun bruise to recover from. All of his attention was on his leg, ignoring the woman behind him, who right now had all the momentum in the world!


That was the cry from Jezebel as she hurls out the sweeping kick. "Which is what America's greatest shames in history would say! That includes Cowboys, and the nation of cowboys, T-t-texas!" The crowd cheers at Nightmare Spangles with 'oh hon hons' and raised baguettes, as she identifies how awful America is. But as Jezebel finds her opening right behind MURDERHOUSE, she does doesn't go in.

She goes up.

Bounding high in the air, she sweeps her leg around in a full circle, as black, white, and gold energy burned over it. With a flick, three orbs of shimmering energy, one black, one white, and one gold, fires straight down to the area around MURDERHOUSE. On contact with the ground, each would burst with a flash of fireworks, one black, one white, and one gold. It was a carpet bombing of where MURDERHOUSE stood.

"Just like the war crimes America committed against Germany!" She pipes up.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE endures Jezebel's Sundance.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by The Firebombing Of Dresden!!

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0          Jezebel

It seemed that everything was going Jezebel's way, and the crowd was one hundred percent behind the charismatic ex-star, in a way that was not exactly anticipated by the promoters. Well maybe they should have done their homework, this woman used to be Lightning Spangles, before she made a mistake.

She made another one by sending down those energy blasts at the giant machine of a wrestler. They went off exactly as intended, 'trapping' the powerhouse in an impressive showing that caused people to gasp in surprise.

Was Spangles expecting those three blasts to suddenly dissipate, like a candle suddenly snuffed? Because after a moment Mick was standing there, his shirt singed and torn in various places, his body looking singed...but he was still standing tall, and those eyes...those eyes were staring right at her now.

"Yeah, you're forgetting a few things, lass. Like the treatment of immigrants. Those huddled masses that were looking for help, what did they get, huh?"

That stare was unblinking, even as Mick walked forward, that gaze of his overbearing, overpowering...a gaze that threatened to burrow right into the woman's head, that started digging at memories left half-buried. Opening curtains to let light in on the darkness of her soul. Nobody around knew what was happening, the cameras wouldn't pick up any fancy fireworks like what she just threw at him...but that didn't make what was happening any less dangerous! And the funniest thing was, Mick didn't even know he was doing this!

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Jezebel with If Looks Could Kill.
- Power hit! -

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

All Jezebel had to do was land.

She lands on both feet, as the French cheer. Sweeping herself around, she looks at the sidelines. Michael Moore, George Soros, and Noam Chomsky were standing there. Jezebel flashes them a thumbs up. And they each flash her a thumbs up right back. Nightmare Spangles turns back towards Mick, as he thunders towards her. He looks him right into the eye.

And Jezebel felt herself falling into a hole.

It was a dazed feeling. A blinding feeling. She felt exposed, naked. She felt herself reaching around for someting inside, groping around it. She wanted Lightning Spangles. She wanted Lightning Spangles to wrap around her, to protect her. She needed her mask. She needed her shield. She needed Cracker Jack, she needed friends, she needed anybody, right now, except her self. But she didn't have Lightning Spangles anymore. She didn't have Cracker Jack to save her. She didn't have friends.

She just had herself.

Jezebel didn't even put up her guard, by the time Mick reached her. She was a rag doll. Her mind flooding with pain, white-hot pain. Scars reopening, as she... she remembers. She remembers.

She remembers.


Jezebel rolls on the towel, everything a daze, everything in a haze. She felt cold, and sticky. The lights and cameras were on her, it felt like a prison. It looked like a prison. But it wasn't. The director was screaming at her. "God fucking dammit Jezebel. You just had keep it on. You just had to fucking keep it on, you fucking rummy." She felt a slap across her face. Didn't evne hurt. Nothing really hurt right now. She was thirsty, real thirsty. "Put another layer of peanut butter on her, we'll make another take after that." And the director, against the late, points a shape in the corner."

"And can somebody give that god damn dog a walk?"


Nightmare Spangles was curled in a ball, rocking back and forth. Her eyes were dead, locked into a stare in front her. Just back and forth. Back and forth. Her breathing was short and shallow. Tears were streaming down the corner of her good eye. Her bionic eye was just staring dead ahead. "I can... I can..." She was muttering to herself, as the audience begins to murmur.

"I can take it for a walk..."

COMBATSYS: Jezebel gives y'all a free turn!

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

Mick was as surprised as anyone else. Snapping out of his staredown, he shook his head slightly and looked down at the prone, balled up of Nightmare Spangles, his head tilding and his eyes widening behind that black mask of his. He looked up at everyone else, and after a moment...he shrugged and walked over to the farthest pillar, where there had been a folded up metal ladder, laying on its side.

"What is it with these fucking bitches, and breaking under pressure like this? I thought everyone were badass martial artists, but ohhh no no, everyone wants their mommy when they find out just who I am. Came here to fight, not to play nanny."

As he muttered mainly to himself, the soft brogue of that accent would come out just a little, showing his annoyance and lack of patience. Unfortunately for Spangles, as he spoke he had also been setting up that ladder, and was steadily climbing up to the top, taking his time, and looking down at the prone form of the robo-eyed cowgirl, with the educated feet and the traumatized brain. He got as high as he could get without slamming into the ceiling, before looking down, looking up around at everyone else who was now starting to boo this clearly, unsportsmanlike maneuver...and he gave a little shrug, chuckling under that horrible leather visage.

And then he plummeted down, aiming his right knee for her skull, or her throat, or her chest. Or anything, really. Mick just wanted to do some damage.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE knocks away Jezebel with Roundhouse Kick.
~ Cruel hit! ~

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

The images weren't stopping for Nightmare Spangles.


The woman, standing offsides of the Lightning Spangles Showup Hoedown live show. "I don't care who the heck you are, I swear, I will sue the pants of Disney if I see you again." Jezebel stumbles back, nearly falling backwards on to the stage. The mother hugs her bruised child. "I don't want you touching my child again, you... you gosh darn rummy!"


Jezebel wasn't leaving her shell. She was just in her safe hole. She was... barely oblivious of what Mick was doing. She just kept rocking. She wanted the pictures to stop. But as she keeps rocking, she hears... the boos. The calls of Michael Moore. The pleadings. Her robot eye leaves its daze, to stare up to the MURDERHOUSE, so high off. She didn't have to let this happen. She just had to roll away. She just had to flip away, with a smile. She just had to dodge.

*******Jezebel felt herself being shoved out the door of the apartment. "I'm done with you Jezebel. I can't support a god damn fuck up anymore. You've ruined my god damn life!" *******

She just had to dodge.


"Cut! Lets try it again people!"


Just dodge Jezebel.




Just dodge.


"God fucking- CUT!"


"Just dodge, Jezebe-"

The woman is cut of as the kneedrop comes. The blow comes hard, deep. Driving. She feels her ribs cracking as she is laid out flat... and the ground underneath her scraping against her body. She finally rips away from Mick, ripping out from underneath her as she breaks into a full roll. She smashes right into the base of the Arc, her back nearly doubling over backwards as she screams. A chunk of the arc is blown off, as the long scar is left in the path of the woman. For a moment, there is a terrified murmuring.

But Jezebel rises.

The images were gone now. And she had worse. She always had worse. Coming into a rise, she blinks, her eye dimming and brightening irregularly. She breaths hard. It hurts. She spits some blood on the ground, and puts her hands on her hips. "And who is the greatest... enemy to a free and just world, by the international community's standards?" She sticks a finger up into the air.

"the Great Devil, Donald Trump!"

The crowd breaks into boos and hisses as Jezebel points into the air. From the top of the Arc de Triomphe, a giant, inflatable Donald Trump with devil horns is lowered down. "That's right! If there is anybody who is the worst person in the world to the refugees and immigrants in the world! If there is anybody to ruin a progressive vision for America, it is Donald Trump! Donald Trump says he will put America First... when really." Jezebel strikes a V pose.

"He'll put America Last in Human Rights!"

COMBATSYS: Jezebel burns with the AMERICAN SPIRIT!

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Jezebel

Mick stood seven feet tall, and weighed nearly three hundred pounds. So the fact that such a giant of a man felt it necessary to climb a ladder and combine gravity with his bodyweight to crush such a clearly helpless and distracted opponent? Well, that wasn't winning him any friends, was it? There was a small "fanbase" in black that didn't boo, didn't do anything but record the carnage, but the rest of the gathered crowd were letting their dislike of this repugnant man be known. There was also the matter of the crater where Spangles used to be, but that was another issue entirely.

Despite the crowd around him raining down hatred, "MURDERHOUSE" Mick didn't really care. He was focused on the woman climbing to her feet, coughing up blood. When the inflatable Trump appeared, the masked giant looked up at the sight, regarding it for a moment, but really his focus returned to the woman shouting, playing up to the audience. Giving a snort, the sultan of slaughter reached up, grabbing his shirt with both hands, and moments later he shredded it clean in half, ripping it from his body sleeves and all(don't ask how)! Beneath, his body was thick, built as one would expect a wrestler to be. He was slightly darkened from multiple outdoor matches, scars adorning his body every so often. His hands curled into two fists, and he slammed them against his own chest, breathing heavier. (In fact, if one were observant, they might notice that he'd been breathing a bit heavier in general now, as if he were already pushing himself.) But he was focused, glaring at her with hatred in his eyes. He spoke out, muscles flexed and bulging with anticipation.

"Hey. Why don't you shut the fuck up and fight?"

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE Mick studies his prey.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Jezebel

No joke, MURDERHOUSE'S fanbase might have a huge crossover with the fanbase that loved seeing Jezebel getting MURDERHOUSE'D.

As Jezebel finishes her inspiration, she turns back to Mick, as he rips off his shirt. Jezebel gasps, staggering back at the sheer display. She makes a note as well NOT to look at him in the eyes. But she wasn't backing away. He asks her why she doesn't just fight? And she answers, pointing a finger at him.

"Because I believe in a better America!"

Cheers come from the French.

"I believe in an America that's just!"

Even more cheers.

"And I believe in an America under a one true leader!"

There is less applause to that. "If you want a fight!? THen a fight you'll get!" Black, white, and gold energy cascades over Jezebel, as she builds up more and more power. She makes a one handed salute in the air, before bringing the hand to her brow. "I'll prove to you that we will never have an America under Trump! Show you that.... that you can believe!" And there, Jezebel launches off, Nightmare Spangles spiraling through the air like a rocket. She was going to flying bodyblow MURDERHOUSE, blow him over with the full force of NIGHTMARE SPANGLES. All while singing:


COMBATSYS: Jezebel issues a challenge!!

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Jezebel

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks Jezebel's Pale Rider EX.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by #NeverTrump!!

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\-------\0          Jezebel

Mick wanted her to fight, and boy howdy did Mick get what he wanted. She was infused with that impressive looking energy, and blitzing toward the hardcore wrestler while his arms were open, his body an easy target. That was precisely what he wanted her to think...but this was still a bad situation to be in, he realized moments later.

She smashed into his open guard, and even as his muscles all tensed and flexed in competition with the sparkling human missile, his booted feet were skidding on the ground, teeth grit under that mask as he felt the impact rattling his bones just a little. He was doubled over her slightly, hair in his face...and suddenly both of his arms lashed downward, right one trying to hook just under her chin to lock against her throat, his left interlocking with his right hand, pulling leverage on the back of her neck to keep her locked in place, even as he fell forward to try and use a combination of his superior bodyweight, superior strength and superior leverage to close off that airway of hers. Even something as simple and basic as a front headlock was a deadly weapon, in the massive arms of "MURDERHOUSE" Mick!

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Jezebel with Choke Hold.

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MURDERHOUSE      1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\-------\1          Jezebel

It was only the beginning.

The pure power of Nightmare Spangles hurls into the frame of MURDERHOUSE, battering him with the might of the Tae Kwon Do actress. As she batters him with her energy and body, the man was reversing the assault already. Staring down the barrel of the MURDERHOUSE, she is swiftly ripped from the charge, into a headlock. Gagging, she is overpowered by the wrestler. Struggling, she fights. "You can't... You can't... choke out... the American Dream!'

"Even though it isn't superior to the dreams of other countries!"

Jezebel, in these close quarters, was in trouble. She was tough. But she was tied in the grapples. Caught close up, she writhes and fights. "I can't let... Michael Moore... down! I can't let them all be disappointed in me, in the same way that they are disappointed in America's behavior overseas! We must set a good example!" And what is the choking Jezebel doing to set a good example? Well, she is starting to push back against MURDERHOUSE. Mick might be strong. But Jezebel is crazy.

And crazy was sending a series of sharp, driving stomps squarely at Mick's ankles.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE endures Jezebel's Medium Kick.
CSYS: This exciting moment brought to you by Opposition To The War In Iraq!!

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MURDERHOUSE      1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1          Jezebel

He was trying to bring her down to the ground, but it appeared that, although her upper body was in trouble, that a master tae kwon do fighter always had dangerous legs. Those kicks and stomps hit their marks, hitting those ankles and even protected as they were under his boots, the pain was still decidedly unfun, and if he didn't do something he was gonna need some serious medical help. And he had better things to do today, then sit in a fucking ambulance all day.

"Alright bitch, fine!"

In annoyance he almost flung the spunky, charismatic nutjob aside, knowing that with her balance it wouldn't be a problem for her. But he wasn't trying to hurt her, he was trying to throw her off balance...while he reached behind him, grabbing the rungs of that ladder. With his strength it was no trouble at all to hoist it up overhead and slam it shut with nothing but a quick heavy 'shake'. Those ankles of his didn't seem to be giving him much trouble, as he ran at the girl with that old, dinged up iron ladder acting as a battering ram. And where was that reinforced 'standing' end of the ladder aimed? Right for the skull of the poor girl, of course, the second she looked up!


COMBATSYS: Jezebel fails to interrupt Large Random Weapon from MURDERHOUSE with High Noon EX.
- Power fail! -

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MURDERHOUSE      1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1          Jezebel

She was dangerous.

Jezebel hit like a garbage truck, and could take hits the same. Even in the clutch with a strong man like Mick, the woman was kicking like a horse. As he rips away, she quickly starts getting her center. She was really, really hurting on the inside. She was off-balanced, but dipping low. She was gonna do this. Black, white, and gold energy was already building over her, as Mick got that ladder. She was gonna stop it. As he charges, she throws herself straight at the ladder. Through it. To rip through the rungs-

Wait those were German made ladders weren't they.

Oh god they are.

The ladder just smashes right through her.

Jezebel tumbles, rolling with the impact as she falls into the crowd. She... hurt. Badly. She was bloodied now, bruised, and almost broken. But she's already broken. She's been broken so many times, she was used to it. Already, she starts to rise. But a hand comes on her shoulders.

A very small hand.

"D-D-Donald Trump!?" Nightmare Spangles stutters out, as the entire crowd gasps. The blonde-haired executive, lips pursed, nods at Jezebel. "What are you doing here, Donald Trump, at this French Monument!?" Donald Trump shakes his head. "It's mine now. Just bought it. French needed the money! Wow!" He motions at the helicopters overhead, bringing in a new sign for the arc. A sign reading:

*Arc de Trumphe*

Donald nods his head firmly, as Jezebel looks... even more confused. "But I thought you... you rejected me! I thought you never would support me!" Donald Trump nods sagely at Jezebel. "You thought that. But you were wrong. I've been watching you. Great show, awesome body! You're amazing! I gotta help you out." Jezebel was... stunned. "What... but I... I was denouncing you." And a twinkle comes in Donald's eye.

"Were you?"

Donald Trump motions at the giant inflatable Donald Trump devil. "Look Jezebel, and tell me what you see." The actress looks at the balloon, and shakes her head. "I see an embarrassing effigy of you, Donald Trump!" Donald Trump facepalms. "You dumb broad. Look.... harder." Donald Trump points at it more carefully. And Jezebel stares. She stares at it. "I'm not seeing it, Mr. Trump." And Donald points at it carefully. And then, she sees it.

"The hands-"

"Thats right, Jezebel. Those are amazing hands. Beautiful hands. The greatest hands I've ever seen. And you made those hands, Jezebel." He pokes her in the breasts. "That's because all this time, I've always been in you. Now, go kick this Mulderhut's ass or something. And make it fast, I need to throw a big party at my new arc. The biggest party. The greatest party in the world." Jezebel nods her head, before turning back towards MURDERHOUSE.

"Will do Mr. Trump!"

For his part, Mick was happy to let her roll around on the ground, happy to let her soak in the misery and the pain he had just dealt to her. Tossing the ladder aside to let it hit the ground with a loud metal 'CLANG', Mick felt revitalized. The negative energy from everyone around, their hatred and their boos, and the intent devotion of his own following, their concentration and their own hatred for life and all went into him, taking away the burning in his lungs, and giving him renewed inspiration. And very quickly, he turned to grab a special something off the table.

He wasn't aware of Nightmare's little 'chat' with "Mr. Trump", but it wouldn't have made that much of a difference anyway, because he was about to cut it decidedly short. With the big red, metal cannister in his hands, he undid the hose and nozzle, quickly aiming it at the crazy cyborg Shadaloo Doll cowgirl actress(The CCSDCA), before squeezing the trigger. Very quickly the area Spangles was in would be filled with awful white powder, although truth be told, Mick was trying to aim for her face as much as he could. Let her breathe this awful shit into her lungs. It built character!

COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks MURDERHOUSE's House of Fire.

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MURDERHOUSE      1/---====/=======|=======\====---\1          Jezebel

"Oh just one second Jezebel honey."

And Donald Trump promptly pulls off her shirt, leaving only a bra. He gives her a swift pat on the bottom, sending her. "God damn, that woman is almost as attractive as my daughter." Trump states with a smug look. Jezebel herself staggers towards Murderhouse, as he.... begins to spray her. She flails around, her half-naked top and face getting covered. She flails around, trying to get it off. "I... I.... I..." She stammers.

And she hurls herself straight into MURDERHOUSE, body covered with the extinguisher spray.

"I can DO IT!" She yells, as she flings out a chain of kicks. She hurls out a roundhouse kick, followed by a roundhouse kick, followed by a third roundhouse kick. The fourth comes around, arcing high up, and over, and then, down into a staggering heel drop. "I BELIEVE in ME!"

And at the end, she gives out a gasp of air, head spinning, everything spinning...

COMBATSYS: Jezebel can no longer fight.

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MURDERHOUSE      1/---====/=======|

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE counters Quick and the Dead from Jezebel with Hellfire Hammer.

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MURDERHOUSE      0/-------/-------|

Everyone else might have been shocked by the topless Nightmare Spangles emerging from the cloud of a fire extinguisher's spray, but Mick was expecting it. Well, he was expecting the rushing counter, not the topless bit. That part he didn't approve of, wasn't this a family show?

But it didn't matter. She ran in throwing that kick with the battlecry that rang through the Arc, resonating proudly in the ears of the views. 'I CAN DO IT!'

Mick ducked under the first kick, then reached down and wrapped his left arm around both of her ankles while she was still pivoting, hoisting the girl up over his shoulders. His right hand reached up to grasp the side of her neck, while his left had moved up, and was clutching her tightly around the thigh. This wasn't foreplay, this was just to make sure she didn't go anywhere even as he looked around, and shouted for this first time.

"Pay attention people, this? This is called the Hellfire Hammer! And nobody gets up from it!"

That was all the warning the people of France got, before Mick leapt up, almost high enough for his head to touch the ceiling. Moments later he plummeted down on his right side, which meant her skull, neck and shoulders were poised to hit the ground at terminal velocity.

And that would be bad enough, but...there was a table between the ground and the two fighters. How had that got there? That wasn't there moments prior. Did Mick set that up? Did one of the audience members? Were they just fighting around it all this time, and not aware? And more importantly, who set it on fire?! Who doused the top of this thick wooden table with gasoline, and set it ablaze so that it burned and crackled dangerously? What kind of monster wet set up a contraption like this?!

These are all questions that went unanswered, as both "MURDERHOUSE" and Lightning Spangles would go crashing through that burning wooden bit of furniture, splintering into a million pieces and breaking their fall only slightly for the hard, hard stone or concrete right beneath it!

Hey, she still had her bra on!

As she gets caught by Mick, she actually looks at the table. It was on FIRE. How did it get on fire. WHY did it get set on fire. The last one is answered by Nightmare Spangles getting scooped up, and sent slammed with the full force of the Hellfire Hammer. She is broken through the table, wrapped in the fire and the flames. She lies on the cobblestones underneath, staring straight ahead.

Steadily, the light in her cybereye dies down.

Jezebel shuts her eyes, falling into unconsciousness. She was done. She had failed.... she had failed Michael Moore. She had failed Donald Trump. She was nothing but an endless journey of failure, failing harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until there was nothing left. She would dream as she slept.

The same dreams that MURDERHOUSE gave her.

COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has ended the fight here.

Log created on 21:24:13 07/04/2016 by Jezebel, and last modified on 22:47:51 07/11/2016.