Description: A broken down car. The streets of Metro City. There is only one solution: Abigail's Scrap Metal! But when Dudley finally arrives, he's unsure if the oaf is up to the task. Let's fight like GENTLEMEN!
Metro City! The lights, the sounds, the living! A world tour of great fights and greater fighters has brought Sir Dudley to the heavyweight capital of the United States. Here he as more than a few sights to see, and people to meet as his grand Exhibition Expedition continues onward. However, our story today does not see Dudley in the great and wonderful Downtown. Near the high end shops, boutiques, museums and theaters that the wealthy English Nobleman would normally be so at home in. No, today finds Dudley and his intrepid butler Mr. Gotch in the seedier sides of ol' Metro. Even the highest born can find something of value in the lowest parts of society.
However, Dudley is not quite so certain. "Are you sure this the place, Mr. Gotch?" Dudley asks, holding a map in his brightly colored boxing gloves. The boxer and the butler stand before Dudley's father's fine Jaguar, shipped in from England so Dudley should not do without. Unfortunately, the car seems to have a spot of engine trouble that has rendered it immobile. As such, Dudley has seen to it to personally push it to the location of the finest motor repair shop in Metro City. At least according to the reviews read by Mr. Gotch.
Most of said reviews posted by the same three individuals over and over again. But they do seem very satisfied.
Before the British duo is Abigail's Scrap Metal. Something that makes Dudley's Gentlemanly Moustache quiver with concern and consternation. "I ask again, Mr. Gotch. Is this?" He looks down at the phone offered by his butler and Dudley nods. "I see. Perhaps I should not allow the surroundings to beguile me. After all, I should accept that a man so talented with vehicles will be greasy, and as such be surrounded by greasy things." His eyes close as he forces himself to swallow the pretzel of logic he has committed himself to before he finishes sliding the heavy vehicle up to the yard entrance.
With a straightening of his tie and an adjustment of his shiny black hair, Dudley himself goes for the scrapyard's office. Gotch can observe from the vehicle. He is quite good at caring for such things on his own. "Good afternoon?" he calls out, gentle rapping with a gloved knuckle against the wall. "I daresay I'm in a bit of a spot and have heard a proper mechanic is in residence!"
And they said that threatening the same people over and over again to keep posting reviews wouldn't work. Bah1 Look at this. Success!
Unfortunantely, Dudley's knocking is met with silence. The lights are on, the garage doors are open, revealing the sprawling warehouse interior of the scrap yard and even a sight of the even larger junk yard beyond. It's during business hours. But still..silence. A chill wind blows its way through the Bay area, sending scraps of paper billowing about and tumbling past Dudley and the piles of tires and tipped over oil drums in the area. It seems that there is no movement or life whatsoever for the space of a few minutes.. That is until the ground itself begins to shake and rumble and a massive pile of tires begins to disturb itself, sending tires bouncing and rolling free as if some great monstrous form was forming from within it. The earth rattles more and more, an impossible act, setting off seismometers elsewhere in town as the pile of tires continues to rattle apart and then, suddenly, Abigail's head pokes itself out of the top of the massive heap.
Earlier he had been sleeping out here and it seems that J, Two-P or some other random former Mad Gear thug had decided a practical joke on the Bay Area Chief was to..bury him alive. Perhaps they were trying to get a good laugh. Perhaps they were trying to smoother him and escape with their lives. Who knows! Either way he sleepily swivels his head from side to side like the movements of a tank turret and then peers out of the mountain of tires in the direction of Dudley, still half sleep. "Eh? Who're you? What the..hrh? TWO-P? J!? GET OUT HFERE!" Of course they're long gone. He'll crush them later.
Silence there and nothing more. Dudley hums and looks around. He tracks the flitting wind-blown paper and makes another hum. Hum the third happens when a tirepile begins to come to life.
Rattling earth and trembling buildings all around as the massive tire pile gives birth to an even more massive Canadian from within. And for this, Dudley stands quite still with one hand behind his back and keeping a steady look of British calm when the giant emerges.
Mr. Gotch slowly puts away the phone to call for the helicopter to come around once it is clear that yes, the help is arriving. At least, something is arriving. What help it will be remains to be seen.
Dudley looks up at the behemoth, his moustache twitches when he's addressed. He responds with a polite and dignified partial bow of his head. "I do apologize if I've woken you, but I am in need of assistance. Are you the mechanic?" Dudley does hope that this man is the mechanic. After all, one who so thoroughly enjoys automobiles that the sleep beneath tires must be a clever one indeed. "My name is Dudley, and my associate is Mr. Gotch. I fear that something has happened to my vehicle. It's that one, there," he points a glove toward the classic Jaguar. "It was father's, and it's very important to me, so I wish only the best for it. The internet says that should the proprietor of this establishment."
%Indeed the man seems colossal, though much of him remains hidden. His head height is slightly higher then Dudley's at the moment and he peers at him with grey eyes deepened in shadows by the punk rockfish makeup adorning his craggy facial features. His mouth twists into a sort of 'hurh' as he tries to wake up and process what's being said. Then he picks up on the words 'mechanic', 'automobiles', 'vehicle' and really that's all that needs to be said!
Abigail's face breaks into a bright sincere smile. This is his hobby we're talking about after all. His love! "Ooooh..you need some car work!" he declares, "Well then, why didn't you say so! Yeah I'm the best around. I'll have you up and running in no time!"
And with that his head suddenly shoots up and up and up as he actually bothers to stand. His vast body towering up like a gigantic sequoia sprouting up right infront of Dudley, spreading out as well as up towards the sky as tires roll off of him and bounce crazily in every direction. He's bare chested at the moment but streaks of oil criss cross his monster-dwarfing physique. Working gloves and a pouches filled with knick knack assortments of tools hang at his sides and bang heavily against him as he begins walking towards the car with footsteps that shake the Bay Area and cause the lights to flicker like the approach of some car crazed kaiju.
"So what happened? What'd it do?" He looks blearily at the car and frowns lightly, taking in its make and model. "Mmm.. Rolls-Royce Phantom Drophead Coupe. 6.8 L V12......."
There's that creeping sense of dread. Exhibited by Dudley's moustache doing a quick dance. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself that he is in the United States and sometimes things are different here. That he must accept and approach the situation with the aplomb of a nobleman. And that includes questionable fashion choices of the locals.
The oafish monster may in fact be an oafish monster, but he does appear to the Englishman to have a degree of knowledge and an array of tools that suggests he knows at least something. Not that Dudley does anything but remain in place while appraising the car. His eyes, steely with resolve, dart to Mr. Gotch, to see the man tip-tapping on his phone.
"Good sir, I must ask you to be," Dudley pauses and nods. "Your knowledge seems only rivaled by your size. Yes, Mr. Gotch, prepare some tea, I think this man is the one we are looking for." Dudley approaches Abigail to pace around his Jaguar. "I was stopped on a prodigious incline not far from outside your city. I stopped for an afternoon spot and when I tried to start it, it simply lacked the willpower to go onward. A devilish problem pushing it here."
In the distance, a helicopter's rotors beat the air as an emergency airlift of drinkables is en route to Mr. Gotch's location.
"Hurh." Abigail ponders as he looks over the car, "What do you mean..lacked the will power? Would it start at all? Not turn over? Did it at least rev? Cough? Try and start or was it just dead?" He places his huge hands against his waist, debating on getting it onto a machine or not to check the numbers but frowning as he looks it over, "These..uh..foreign cars are kinda fickle, eh? All show and no go. Metro City streets might just be to mean for her! Could be anything that upset her..."
Something then seems to click in him and he turns to get a good look at Dudley, noting the perpetual wearing of the boxing gloves. The sound of the approaching copter isn't lost on him either and the behemoth blinks a few times before asking, "You ...pushed it..from the city limits all the way here? Wow! That's dedication!" He crouches low as he speaks and reaches his massive fingers under car. Splaying them wide as he finds a good grip. "Well ..let's get her on the computer.."
Dudley nods with a hum to just about everything that Abigail says. "I see that perhaps poetic language is not the proper thing to do in this situation," he states. "It would not turn. Simple silence met me when I turned the key." His kind voice does gain a slight edge when he hears the comment on fickle. Dudley's moustache turning up a hair. "This Coupe has been in my family for decades. She has seen a deal of use far more than today's plastic trifles. She is a high mark of British ingenuity and she shall not be besmirched."
He holds one gloved hand up and takes a breath. "However, I must admit that in this situation you are the expert and I must apologize for my temper." He steps away from the Jaguar when Abigail starts to get a good feel for it. It doesn't annoy the Nobleman, he believes that his father's car is sturdy enough to handle any manhandling. "Yes. It was a stellar work out. Good for the arms, the legs, gets the blood pumping," he says on having pushed it, and Mr. Gotch within, such a length. "You see, I'm here in the States to find fighters. After all this war business I believe that people can bond once more over a good bit of healthy competition."
It's then that his voice is drowned out by the helicopter coming in overhead. A tow line lowers for Mr. Gotch. And seemingly, Dudley is unperturbed by the fact that the older butler is rather swiftly moving up and down from a helicopter, quite literally setting up a small table setting and chairs along with a kettle for tea.
The Metro City titans face twists into one of surprise and then mild annoyance at the sight of the helicopter. When it's clear that it is here for Dudley, he looks..well..surprised again. He blinks a few times as the setup for the tea time begins and then shakes his head and mutters, "Weird.." before returning his attention to the car.
"No fooling?! Now we're getting somewhere!" he peers at the car, "Could be the battery, wiring, alternator...I'll take a look."He stands while keeping his hand under the car. There's a brief sound of groaning metal as the Royce is hauled off the ground with the ease one handles a toy car. Abigail one handing the thing as he lifts it up and then over his head, tilting his head back and balancing the car as he looks right under it. His monster-arm bulges, bicep practically the size of the car door with garden hose thick veins, but he otherwise seems unperturbed and untaxed.
"Oh yeah?" he finally comments regarding fighting, "I do a little fighting myself from time to time...." He lets this linger in the air, his deep voice rumbling over the sound of the helicopter. He reaches a thick finger up and dislodges a bit of street debris from the chasis of the car and then turns to start to carry it towards the garage.
"And hey, I don't deal in cheap plastic. Not trying to knock your dads car and all it's just..you know...I can hook you up with something studier if you want. Even maybe..figure out some mods this thing can take.. Your call."
"My word, what strength," Dudley comments, watching Abigail hoist the classic car up into the air. A heavy car made in an era of metal everything, it's not light by the standards of any modern roadster. A creature from an era before power steering and carbon fiber material. And yet Abigail carries like a swaddling infant. Dudley is indeed impressed.
The nobleman stops to sit down on the Edwardian era chair that has been unloaded via helicopter. He sits and observes the mountain of a mechanic while Mr. Gotch prepares his tea. "You do?" Dudley responds, interest piquing his voice. "Well then."
He sips his tea and makes a note on a handy napkin to give to Mr. Gotch. While he sips, the helicopter ascends, returning to where it need wait for tea and table retrieval later on. "I am afraid that I could never," he pauses and nods. "Yes, yes, perhaps." He taps his chin with his glove, considering something deeply for a long moment. "Perhaps you are willing to entertain a gentleman's wager."
Dudley's eyes are bright with challenge. "You and I shall face off. Should I win, you simply repair my vehicle, free of charge. Shall I lose, I will allow you to do the impossible and attempt to improve if 'modify' my beautiful automobile."
Oh how this pulls at Abigail's soul. He lows to fight. Any chance to show off his strength, his size, his abilities - especially as a relative unknown to the fighter scene - is one he does relish. But he also loves making money...but he ALSO loves working on cars, period. He would do that for free anyway, under the right circumstances..
So really, as he thinks about it..this is a win-win situation. He gets something he enjoys out of it no matter what!
"..You -sure- about this?" he asks, turning around slowly with the car, his mammoth movements emphasizing just how insanely humongous he is. Muscles bulking and moving like vast tectonic plates beneath his oil marked skin.
"I mean, you look like a professional boxer and all but...I wouldn't want to hurt a potential customer.." This is, partially, a lie, but the sense of intimidation is also a palatable force. Abigail's huge body creaks, audibly, the sinew pulling against his bones and crushing against itself with visible power. You can 'hear' him flex. He grins, full toothed, eyes bright, as he gives Dudley a chance to back down
The giant had the look of an oaf and ruffian but indeed did Duldey see through that to the soul of a fighter within his considerable chest. To say that the Englishman wasn't proud of his call would be to say that he did not enjoy the sweet flavor of the flowery Indian tea that Gotch had prepared for him.
"My good man, I have never been more sure of anything in my life," Dudley says, gently placing the flower patterned China cup aside as he stands up and dabs his lips with a napkin. "If you would be so kind as to provide a suitable location, I will raise my fists to you on my word as a gentlemen."
And then Dudley's eyes get sharp and his moustache turns upwards. "But you are not the first to presume that size alone will win the day. I trust you may not find me so easy as I may appear to be."
With the ease of handling a dinner plate, Abigail spins the Royce around and then sets it back down gently at the very entrance of his garage. He then steps forward, shaking the earth and slapping his massive biceps, producing loud *THAMS* at each impact. "Alright!" he roars, finishing with slamming both of his fists together, producing a loud explosing *BOOOM* at the impact. Narby windows crack from the force.
"Yeah!" he roars, riling himself up and then slipping one leg forward and the other leg back as he settles into a stable and ready combat stance. It's makeshift to say the least. There's no style present here, just pure brute size and strength.
"Yeah, you look like you can take a hit..but can you deliver one as well??" He grins and beckons, "I'll give you a match then, you're on, per your terms. I guess I need to start thinking of some modding tricks for your car, hahahah!"
BANG! BOOM! Crashing and cacophony sound out. Windows are rattled and the ground is shook. Insurance premiums rise by another few dollars and through it all, Dudley dusts his lapel. Beside Dudley, Mr. Gotch very quickly makes quite certain the fine china is not cracked or too jostled and that the tea will be ready to drink once his master is finished with this little bout.
And of course, Gotch is certain to acquire his telephone in order to film this occasion for the good of FightTube. It may not be as well produced as the Brasil Bout, but it is sure to be one for the public's clamoring and one of great passion and competitive spirit!
Dudley's leg slips behind and he takes on a slightly crouched posture. He starts to bob, fists up and tapping together. He quick shuffles his feet. "Now then, let us have a cracking bout!" he calls out to his giant of an opponent.
COMBATSYS: Dudley has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Abigail has joined the fight here.
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Dudley 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Abigail
It doesn't take long for him to get going, "VROOOOOM!" he roars, dropping back suddenly into a crouched position, gearing up as if he's ready to run a race..and then he's off! Charging at Dudley like a..a..uh..well it's more like a thundering T-Rex like trot. He's not exactly charging like a semi truck but there's this sense of the unstoppable. Inevitability and just how HUGE the guy is as he bears down on Dudley with the ground shaking with increasing intensity with each step. Both of his huge arms are raised slightly at his sides. There's something almost Frankenstein's Monster like about the entire thing.
But then he's suddenly -on- the British Boxer. The distance had been closed with barely a few blinks and Abigail's massive body twists and then sends a hulking punch hurtling at the boxer with speed that defies the logic of the mans immensity. "KABOOM!"
COMBATSYS: Dudley blocks Abigail's Dynamite Punch.
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Dudley 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Abigail
The giant comes at Dudley with the force of a freight train! Dudley stands his ground, British stoicism faltering only for a smile as he puts up his guard. The British Champion is ready for the power of the punch. He takes it, not quite on the chin, but against his arm curled and ready for the blow.
The force sets Dudley on a path backward, sliding along the dirt, dress shoes scraping the ground and yet the giant Abigail continues his dashing onslaught. "I knew this would be a wonder to behold. Such strength!"
But Dudley is not a man to give from a single blow. He turns and twists toward Abigail, ducking down and swinging a hammering right fist to Abigail's breadbasket. Using the heft of his punch to send Dudley back even farther to put a good pace between him and his burly opponent.
COMBATSYS: Abigail interrupts Ducking Straight from Dudley with Abi Hammer.
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Dudley 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Abigail
He's..fast? Faster then imagined perhaps.
The blow lands and Abigail's vast stomach absorbs the brunt of it. One can see the shockwaves rippling across the cinder block sized stomach muscles. One then sees the shadow of Abigails massive arm as it hovers overhead and then drops like a hammer, Slamming the elbow straight for Dudley's back to blast into the man before he can get further away. "Not so fast!" he bellows.
Indeed this behemoth is as solidly built as any building in Metro City. Though probably a good deal more solid than most of the ones out in the slum areas. Dudley has connected, but it seems to have done little for the brute. And all it gained him was a heavyweight clap on the back.
Dudley coughs out, moustache on end with the force of Abigail's blow. He coughs and stumbles forward, twisting and turning to recover his footwork. Dudley is a swift boxer, and he has been hit by many a thing, but this man is entirely something else. "This is sport!" Dudley says, impressed as he moves forward, unrelenting in his drive.
The boxer skips close, his powerful right reels back. Spirals of wind form at the front of his glove as he twists forward, fist screaming through the air for the great giant of Metro City. The power of his blow augmented by the strength of the wind suctioned along his powerful punch.
COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Dudley's Corkscrew Shot.
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Dudley 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Abigail
It is indeed sport. Abigail grins, blood boiling and pumping and a madcap look in his eyes that is rarely called forth save for these all to rare instances. He beckons for Dudley to approach and then steadies himself as the boxer blurs into action with the force of a tornado.
"There we go!" rumbles Abigail as he braces against the attack. The force of it actually skidding his massive body back a few feet as he grits his teeth. The wind blasts through him, sending tires rolling and trash spiraling about, "I thought you were going to float like a butterfly and sting like a little baby bee forever!"
Abigail crouches low and then suddenly lunges forward, "But my chassis is built iron hard!" His hulking torso twists, as he strikes, spinning a huge arm the size of Dudley's upper body towards the boxer and then coming around again in a full rotation with a follow up strike that would normally send lesser men hurtling skywards from the force!
COMBATSYS: Dudley guards against Abigail's Abi Twist.
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Dudley 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Abigail
Excellent! A wonderful blow. Enough to knock back even that giant. Dudley has a moment of pride in himself as the strong man is sent back even the smallest of distances. But then the big brute is once more on top of him. "That is boxing technique at its finest. Allow your opponent to make their way to their own defeat!" he calls back.
"We shall see if my cannonade can dent your iron hull!" Dudley responds when Abigail takes to lunging right at him. Just barely, at the very last possible second Dudley gets his guard in. His feet sliding, he pushes forward. "I. Shall. Not. Yield!" he calls out, not deterred even though the sheer force of the blow as rattle cars and started alarms around him. With Abigail this close, Dudley unleashes a counter-attack! He's smaller than the giant, so he goes upward. Carried by the power of the winds, Dudley corkscrews into the air with the velocity of a tornado. A mighty uppercut for the Canadian's iron jaw!
COMBATSYS: Abigail endures Dudley's Jet Upper EX.
>>> Punitive Hit!!! <<<
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Dudley 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Abigail
Ther'es no, no-selling that one. The force of the bluw forces Abigail into the air, briefly hovering over Dudley's body like some massive tarp before he is blasted backwards, to impact so thunderously that tires are sent flying sky high and the ground craters from the force of his impact. He rolls, keeping the movement going, and manages to bounces back up to his feet as debris rains down around him. "Whrggglle!" he rumbles, incompressible, shaking his head back and forth a few times like an annoyed junkyard bull dog.
Finally,. "Not bad! You've got some horsepower!" Abigail then straightens up, widens his arms and suddenly his skin turns bright red His muscles inflate even larger! Quaking up bigger and bigger, piling sinew atop one another as steam billows out from between his ears and all across his red hot body as he goes Max Power! Just when it seems he can't bet any bigger..he does! Becoming a literal mountain of ground shaking sinew, that sends earthquakes rippling out throughout the bay area and deep into the slums.
COMBATSYS: Abigail VROOOOOMS!!!
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Dudley 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Abigail
The Pride of the British Boxing Association indeed! The man has gone skyward and Dudley lands on his feet for a moment with a smile, shading his eyes and watching the bit brute hit the planet with a thundering slam. A force enough to bounce, Dudley, Gotch, tea set and all into the air for a moment.
"You are indeed made of iron, my good sir, but we Brits are tougher than we look," he says with a laugh. His body twisting, him bouncing on the balls of his feet. Dudley pounds his gloves against each other and he waits and bides his time to see what new power this strange opponent has in store.
COMBATSYS: Dudley focuses on his next action.
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Dudley 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Abigail
So gigantic now, Abigail's movements seem...slower but not in a sluggish sort of way. There's an added power there that seems capable of plowing through an our of control semi truck without halting. A bulking up of his figure per action that throws timing off and unsettles those on the watch, unsure of when to get away or even if they can.
These movements bring him suddenly onto Dudley again as he reaches out with his enormous fingers to try and grasp for Dudley's waist lline and if he grabs him, toss him sky high--
COMBATSYS: Dudley counters Abigail Smash from Abigail with Cross Counter EX.
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Dudley 1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Abigail
Such power and size in an opponent is a titanic undertaking. But Dudley is aware that even the mighty Titanic was felled with a proper blow. He waits, he bides his time. Quiet and ready, he straightens a bit of his moustache as the great brute Abigail bears down upon him.
"Aha!" Dudley shouts, finding his opening in the charge. He twists, one arm up to tap lightly at Abigail's incoming arm to trigger his grab reflex. And then Dudley has spun out of the position untouched, his free arm swinging out. A foot on Abigail's other arm to lift Dudley high enough to bring that massive Cross Counter right to the jawline of the big Canadian.
"Your power is impressive, but a little finesse will bring you far sweeter victories, my good man!" Dudley calls out as he lands back down, fists up and ready for the next swing.
Abigail staggers! That's two unexpected blows that rapidly and suddenly changed the odds here. Perhaps he was arrogant to think so but it's only now that some added respect is being had for Dudley. He was simply caught off guard by his skill and apparent power.
He rocks backwards but this time manages to hold his ground, a neck as thick as the waistlines of some people bulging and flaring out to keep his head from rocking back to far as his body twists around.
There's flash in his eyes as he grins and recoils, suddenly ducking low and slapping a huge hand up and then down again over Dudley's head in order to slam him earthwards and stun him even before the man can completely land, "Just stay in your lane!" he roars, beginning a sudden counter assault as the ground begins to fissure in anticipation of the incoming strike.
COMBATSYS: Dudley counters Abigail Special from Abigail with Cutting Upper.
- Power hit! -
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Dudley 1/------=/=======|>>>>>>-\-------\0 Abigail
Dancing and patting his gloves, Sir Dudley bides. He's pushed Abigail back with two heavy blows, and he simply knows he has to wait it out for him to get the chance to finish the fight. The cry from the giant and the rushing attack comes at him.
"I'm afraid I rather enjoy the fastlane," he says with rakish grin. Oh yes, this big man is proving to be a wondrous fight. A fantastic row to hone his skills for his world tour!
Abigail gets closer, closer and his hand goes up. The moment is exposed. Another uppercut, slicing upward and across Abigail's jaw. A hammering blow that could, in other times, fell titans alone. But now, it's used to beat back a hurricane of a man and to keep Dudley well out of harm's way and ready for the next round of the competition.
Well now THAT wasn't what Abigail imagined would happen in his minds eyes. In fact he's not -quite- sure what happened there, just that in the fullness of his energy and strength surging around him, he's suddenly tumbling backwards with his own momentum thrown against him with the added power of Dudley's blow. He roars something unintelligible and then braces himself back up to his feet while grunting out, "My timing belt needs some adjusting!"
He then snaps his gaze up at Dudley, his body bruised quite visibly now but his look more calculating and determined, "Maybe your foreign engine is tougher then I thought! But can it go the distance!"
Both of his huge fists lace together as he leaps forward and then lands, practically skidding a groove across the ground to cross the distance between himself and Dudley and then swing the massive limbs around in a hammering assault!
COMBATSYS: Dudley blocks Abigail's Hammerblow.
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Dudley 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Abigail
"You, my good man, are the epitome of local colour," Dudley says with a kindly nod. "I could not have asked for a better experience coming to the United States." He skips and switches his foot stance back and forth. "Come on the, have at me. Show me your muscle."
And that muscles comes quickly and forcefully. But Dudley has found his groove. He twists and takes the blow, skidding backwards again and twisting to roll around the mighty meaty fist of Abigail. "Brilliant, but tell me, can you catch this?" he asks.
Still coming out of the roll, Dudley reaches low. He crouches and rushes underneath Abigail's tree-trunk of a limb. Dudley's fist and forearm suck the air from around them, forcing a spiraling vortex of chi-wind. And with that twisting power, Dudley flies upward like a cyclone. Once more for Abigail's chin, and hopefully for the Dandy Dudley, one last blow.
COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Dudley's Rocket Upper.
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Dudley 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Abigail
Not so fast, it seems! Abigail draws Dudley in close to him, deliberately so, and as the hurricane winds of chi and strength drive up towards him, Abigail's vast hand descends down once again, his huge palm lowering like some sort of massive smothering force intending on literally catching the fist in mid lunge and then to power through it and force Dudley down towards the ground with the full weight of Abigail's strength behind the assault.
"Yup! Let me show you one of the things the local color is known for!" he roars while trying to press Dudley all the way to the ground and then follow up the impact with his vast foot lifting up and then lunging forward to literally attempt to crush the boxer completely into the ground.
COMBATSYS: Dudley just-defends Abigail's Hit and Run!
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Dudley 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Abigail
The bout is tiring. The massive Abigail is a man who simply is not willing to go down. And for all his speed, the blow that Dudley makes finds a wall of flesh as impassable as can be.
Back down on the ground. Dudley is forced to his heels. Not his favorite place to fight from. And Abigail's approach continues with all the might he can muster. The heavy foot comes down and Dudley can see that, maybe his opponent is still underestimating the power of finesse. So Dudley gives a lesson. When the man's foot comes to crush, Dudley parries. His motion a smooth, energy saving dip to the side and followed up by a dancing hook toward Abigail's boiler of a belly.
COMBATSYS: Dudley successfully hits Abigail with Hook Punch.
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Dudley 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Abigail
A heavy resounding BOOM thunders through the area as Dudley's fist meets Abigail's stomach. The huge mans eyes bulge open as the shockwave ripples through his body and then blasts out from around him in a whiplash of force and the warping of sound. He staggers backwards from it and then tries one final assault - though as weathered as he is it's hard to say if it's an -attack- or him simply falling over, flipping head over heels and attempting to slam hias massive limbs onto Dudley in a flailing gigantic flip.
COMBATSYS: Dudley dodges Abigail's Giant Flip.
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Dudley 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Abigail
The giant is felled! Dudley steps back as he feels a creaking ache in his shoulder. And then the giant falls forward.
"Well now, this wasn't planned," Dudley says, twisting to the side with a nobleman's grace as Abigail simply passes him by with a clattering crushing crash against the ground.
"You, good sir, have been a boon competitor. Have you ever considered challenging the world?" he asks, wondering while rubbing his chin. "When we're finished, please allow me to grant you a fine cuppa for your troubles. We can talk travels together before you fix my father's vehicle." And with that, Dudley moves like the wind. His fist is low, coming up in a rising, windpowered hook to repeat the same blow as before. To push the wounded breadbasket of Abigail.
COMBATSYS: Abigail fails to interrupt Short Swing Blow from Dudley with Red Leaf.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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COMBATSYS: Abigail can no longer fight.
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A final reach of Abigail's hand is made but it's to slow and Dudley is to close. There is another thunderous *BOOOM* against his midsectio, like the slamming of a canonball into the side of an iron wall and Abigail roars out a loud "WHUUUULLFF!" and is tumbled backwards, head over heels, into a pile of tires where he splays out, briefly seeing naught but stars.
A second, two, three, several more passes, and he groans and sits up slowly while clutching his bruised mid section, "Augh.. looks like I underestimated your output!" he admits. "..And you got a luck on your side as well.." He sits there a few long seconds and then finally grunts, "A deal is a deal.. I'll fix your car as promised. I'm a man of my word!"
Dudley stands, sliding his feet and lowering his guard out of his combative position. One arm goes out behind him as Mr. Gotch is right there to hand a single rose to his master. Savoring his victory, Dudley sniffs the flower and closes his eyes. "You are impressive, mechanic," he says, eyes opening. He twirls the rose in his gloved hand and smells it once more. "Very impressive indeed."
Dudley strolls back to his chair and table, untouched and kept clean by the dutiful work of Mr. Gotch. Dudley sits down with a sigh and puts the rose in a handily available crystal vase before he takes up his tea cup once more. "You could do very well for yourself on the world stage, I do mean that," he calls out to Abigail. "Perhaps in the future you will remember to never discount the advantage a little finesse may have for powerful men."
COMBATSYS: Dudley has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:14:33 01/01/2018 by Abigail, and last modified on 00:05:13 01/02/2018.