Description: While waiting to see if he can spot Nessie, Antonov has yet another Neo League open challenge near lake Loch Ness. The challenger this time? The strange PRESIDENT OF THE WORLD simply known as G. The two titans clash in a short, but brutal battle.
It had only been a few hours since Antonov held his last open challenge. One that was accepted by the spry and mysterious Menat. One that resulted in another win for El Presidente, but that was the last thing on his mind. Right now he was more focused on the fact he had been sitting around the banks of lake Loch Ness in hopes of catching a sight of the grand mythical creature, NESSIE.
"Sir...sir! It is time. The crews are ready!" Antonov is snapped out of his focused gaze on the lake by one of his assistants that decided since they still had the equipment set up that it would be grand to start another open challenge. "That time already? Very well!" Antonov says while removing his shirt and tossing it to his assistant. He strides away from the lake and towards the area set up for fighting time.
"Welcome everyone!" Given the time of day the crowd is much smaller than the previous one. Will anyone even accept his challenge so soon after seeing his last display? He can only hope he is lucky to find someone else with fighting spirit willing to come forward. "It is time for another Neo League open challenge! Whoever wishes to accept step forward!"
From the crowd, the top hat moves through it, like the loch ness monster itself.
An illusion? A challenge? Or was it fate? The crowd parts, as the towering figure strides through it. Bearded, dressed in a fine suit, and wearing a top hat, the tattoo'd man was tipping said hat as he comes forward. "As President of the World, I am beholdened to throw my hat into this challenge, in a manner of speaking." The man gives a bow. "I am G, the President of the World, and of every citizen of the world here today!" He turns to the audience, who immediately burst into cheers at the eccentric figure. Turning back to Antonov, he points a finger at him.
"And I must fight you."
It seems like he is ready to begin fighting, except- "For you see, this Neo-League tournament is the start of something greater!" He turns his attention away from Antonov, as he continues to speechify. "The start of every fighter of the world, coming together into a single unity. There is no weak, no strong, but only equals, coming together for the ultimate battle between one people! One folK! One World!" Applause, though less than last time. And G turns towards Antonov, bringing up his fists and-
"And it is here right now!"
"That you can see..."
Get on with it G
Well that was unexpected. It seems that Loch Ness attracts all sorts of interesting people. First Menat and now this strange fellow calling himself President of the World. Antonov just smirks some as he flips open the customer Neo League belt he has been sporting for his fights and produces a cigar. Lighting it up he waits for G to finish with his little speech.
But it goes too long. "Yes yes, I get it. President of the World huh? Guess I missed out on that vote, but that must mean you are strong. I can appreciate that."
The big Russian looks to an official who gives a nod. Soon a bell rings a few times and Antonov turns his gaze back towards G. "Very well! Show me what you can do, Mister President!"
COMBATSYS: Antonov has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: G has joined the fight here.
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Antonov 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 G
"No Citizen will miss out on that vote!"
G misses a cue, and continues to turn. "For every citizen will have a voice in the one world, for they already have that voice!" Now it is a smattering of applause, and finally, G seems to get the hint. "But I talk too much, I seem. We have a fight to do." He turns back over towards Antonov, the invitation having been accepted, and G crouches down into a squat. "Allow me to show you just what I can do!"
And he touches on the ground.
Drawing up his hand, a surge of raw power flows from the earth, enveloping around his body. The vague tattoos on his body surge with golden light, the shape of the continents peering through the openings of his suit. Infused with molten light, he lets the energy drape over him like a shawl, as he brings up his fists into a stand. "The power of The World flows through me, Citizen!" G helpfully explains... as the audience nervously waits to see if he was about to go into another speech. Instead, he riots straight at Antonov, bringing in a magma-aflame lariat with the left, attempting to bring the full force of the earth straight into Antonov. Whether it connects or not, the power would surge again as he would hurl out a second blazing lariat with the right, a two-blow hammer exploding with volcanic force.
"And Gaia tells me that you can handle it!"
COMBATSYS: Antonov blocks G's G Smash Over ES.
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Antonov 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 G
The guy is a bit long winded, but he looks like he is no slouch because he is already showing he can do something Antonov cannot. He can control energy like so many other fighters. It is something the big Russian has never managed to do himself and has instead worked on perfecting his art by striking as hard as he can with his fists and other things. "Bring it!"
And it is brought. That big, lariat coming forward. Antonov considers his options and stands his ground. He wants to see how hard this man can hit and he soon finds that big strike slamming into his forearms as he brings them upwards to absorb the first blow and the followup.
He is strong. Antonov likes that. He is grinning wide as he takes a step back. "You can throw a punch! But can you take one?" The answer is probably yes, but that doesn't stop Antonov from stepping forward as he brings a big fist in right towards G's breadbasket.
COMBATSYS: G interrupts Whale Stream from Antonov with G Spin Kick ES.
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Antonov 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 G
As the second punch is deflected, G's attention is focused, a grin burning on his lips. As Antonov brings the big fist to his gut, though, the towering president is already bursting with a barrier. The punch smashes through the barrier, hitting him hard in the stomach. But G turns with it, moving to the air. Pivoting, he spins as he responds to Antonov's attack with -two- burning roundhouse kicks, continuing the offensive momentum to break each other apart into a volcanic explosion. Breaking each other apart, he falls backwards, landing on both feet awkward. "I suppose you can see that-"
G takes a gasping breath, as he steadies on his feet. The light around him was faded now, his energy seeming to have been drained out. He COULD hit hard, but it was clear as before, the reserves which to attack so powerfully was limited. "I Just need... a moment to..." He begins, as he crouches down again, reaching his fingertips out to the earth. Already, tendrils of flame rise up from below, going straight to his fingertips.
As G tries to recharge himself in time...
Antonov is certainly not holding back with his strike. That barrier tries to stop him, but he breaks through and he hits home with as much force as he can muster. The problem is he wasn't expecting a counter attack and he is left wide open for that first roundhouse to rock him. The second one hits with explosive power and Antonov is taken off his feet and goes tumbling through the air and across the ground.
"Hnnnn......very strong...." Beyond his battle with Urien this has been the hardest he has been hit. Cody had some mustard in his strikes, but this was beyond that. "Guess it should be no surprise since you are President of the World."
Antonov gets to his feet and he raises a brow when he notices G looking rather winded. "A moment? This is a battle my friend! Defeat me to get your break!" barks Antonov as he quickly surges forward and looks to pick up G and use his strength to heft the man up over his head before looking to toss him away like a lawn dart.
COMBATSYS: G blocks Antonov's President Toss.
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Antonov 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 G
Antonov's own power was with equal gusto.
G could barely match strength to strength with him using the power of the World. But without it? He was just a lanky Mr. Lincoln cosplayer that smelled vaguely of bacon. And unlike his opponent, he couldn't maintain it without respite. As he touches on the ground, he is caught between a rock and a hard place; does he sacrifice his chance to recharge to defend himself? Or does he risk drawing more power out, and defending himself? TO that end, G splits the difference; keeping a hand on the ground, he brings his own hand forward, to seize Antonov's arm. And there, he stalls. Surging with power, he stalls to delay the throw, forcing a clinch. One that he ultimately loses, as finally, he is lifted up. When he is tossed through, he breaks into a roll with a groan, tumbling on the ground. Rising up awkwardly, his suit is already scrambled, his hand on his hat to keep it on his head. Breathing hard, he lifts his hand.
Revealing the surges renewed.
A smirk is on his lips. "I declare, I am feeling quite peckish, Antonov!" G states, sweat pouring over his brow as he release his hat. Striding forward with heavy steps, he -slams- his arm hard at Antonov's gut, as he huffs and puffs.
"Don't you think you could offer a moment's rest for your PResident?"
COMBATSYS: Antonov interrupts Aggressive Strike from G with Gigantic Back Press.
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Antonov 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 G
G is picked up and tossed, but he did enough to where Antonov didn't really get all his strength into the throw which results in G managing to lessen the punishment of being dropped on his head. Instead he lands in a roll and is quick to get up. "Hmm? We can eat later after a fight."
He steps forward right into that strike. His abs tensing as the arm pounds in against it. It is almost like hitting a brick wall. Only a brick wall would probably crumble from the force of G's strike. Antonov instead is looking to reach out and push G off balance before he turns about.
"Of course! Here!" He bends a bit at the knees then pushes off the ground. HIs arms coming up as he flexes and slams his back right into G with all the power he can muster. "Go have a nap!"
And boom, comes the power.
As G is caught, Antonov unleashes the pure power upon him, cratering him straight down on his back. Moaning in pain, the towering fighter writhes in pain. For a moment, he goes limp. Was that it? Was that the end. Moaning in agony, he finally struggles, turning as he tries to rise. "... I cannot!" G rumbles, groaning in pain. "I will not!"
"I must fight for the World!
"I must fight for righteousness, for justice! For it is beyond good and evil. To that I declare: try that again, Citizen, and make it count!" G comes into a stand, as spirals of flames explode around him. Turning with it, the wrestler gingerly lets his finger guide, as he transfixes it at Antonov. Aiming it like a gun, or an I Want You, he looks at him dead on. "You got to believe, friend."
"Light it up!"
And he unleashes the blasts of magma from his fingertips, attempting to napalm bomb jets of magma around Antonov.
COMBATSYS: G issues a challenge!!
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Antonov 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 G
COMBATSYS: Antonov blocks G's Pangaea Burst ES.
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Antonov 1/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>---\-------\0 G
Antonov turns about after landing back on the ground with a heavy thud. He reaches up to pull the damaged cigar from his lips and he tosses it aside where one of his assistants make a diving catch to keep it from littering the ground. He just smiles when G gets back up. "Excellent! You still stand!"
Not only stand, but it looks like G has something planned as he makes a grand speech. Beaten up he may be, but it seems he still has plenty of energy to keep talking. He is a strange fellow, but his strength is no joke and the burst of firey energy exploding out from his finger to sail right towards Antonov is no laughing matter.
It comes in fast and all Antonov can do is stand his ground and cover himself up as best he can. The blast engulfs him and he brings his arms up to protect his face as he waits for things to die down. Smoke is coming off of him as he lowers his arms and he tries to shake things off. "Impressive. I must say running the League is allowing to meet the most interesting people. Now prepare yourself!" Antonov rears back with a fist and he comes charging in once more as he brings his fist forward to slam into G's gut once more.
COMBATSYS: Antonov successfully hits G with Medium Punch.
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Antonov 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>----\1 G
As the jets of magma erupt, G pulls back his finger. "Incredible...!" He blurts out. As the cigar-chomping man comes roaring out with a single punch. Once again, the barrier of flame comes, and once again, Antonov smashes through it. G is able to catch it with his palms, as he staggers backwards. He falls to one knee, grinning at Antonov.
ANd there is a hesitation.
"Your president... cannot stand for this." G begins, smirking. "Because he cannot stand." He stumbles, as he groans. He seems unable to rise up. Raising his arms, however, gives him the juice he needs "But I have one more trick left, for my Citizens!" His body turns gold, as his tattoo's turn black. The magma energy floods over him, as he becomes invigored with the pure strength of the world. Lifting up his fists, he finally has enough to push forward. "Get ready! Here is the best your president has to offer!"
And he attacks.
Hurling out an eruption of flames, he lunges in with a lariat with the right, a haymaker of the left. He would chain into a gut punch, and attempting to hook Antonov by his waist. And there, he would finish the assault by lifting up the cigar chomping man with a mother of a german suplex, to slam him over his own head... and there, he would collapse. Laying prone on the ground, with no more energy to spend. The golden president.
COMBATSYS: G can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Antonov interrupts #Maximum President ES# from G with Kamchatka Collapse.
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Nothing fancy about it. Sometimes a punch will do. G has shown strength as well as using the power of elemental manipulation with great success. Yet in the end it is the strength of Antonov that is allowing him to stand tall for the time being. He can tell G is on his last legs and he is starting to let his guard down.
It is a mistake because G isn't quite done. The dapper dressed man comes in striking with that big lariat that knocks Antonov off balance for a moment. The haymaker just seems to anger the Russian who tenses up and he brings a leg back right when that punch hits him in the gut. "Get stronger, Mister President. Now have a nice dip!" That kick comes forward as the ground erupts from the sheer force. A powerful kick looking to punt G up and away into Loch Ness itself. At least the cold water should rouse him. That or Antonov shall have to act quick to get people to fish the strange fighter out.
COMBATSYS: Antonov has ended the fight here.
Log created on 10:12:25 10/29/2018 by Antonov, and last modified on 13:31:41 10/29/2018.