Neo League 0120 - NL#0133: Abigail vs Chet

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Description: Abigail comes out of the rafters to face Chet, vying for top spot in the Neo-League! What a more perfect place, than Jamaica?

Chet stands in the middle of the street outside Club Haddaway, the castinet drums echoing through the acoustics of the nearby building. The fervor of the revelers pleases Chet, even if their individual movements is lost on a man used to dancing in duets with the elegant ballrooms of fair Europa. He interprets them as a throng, a sea, not a multitapestried machine of organic joy.

He's a CIA man at heart, the machinations in his mind blind him to the hearts of the people. Besides, of course, having a partner for a night, the one lure that got him kicked from the rosters in the first place.

There's something about escaping a trap into a reward besides the one given to you as a child, isn't there?

Chet stands in the street in his white rubber shoes, his long khaki dancer's pants belted just below his navel. His white long coat falls about his thighs, narrow build and endurance swimming muscles taut beneath his tight cashmere sweater. He has elected to wear a pair of wraparound gold-framed sunglasses for this fight, complimenting his honey-white locks.

As the announcers cue to the beginning of the fight, he raises his arms and his left heel, letting his hands hang limp for a moment, before they snap into palm-forward positions, fingers loose claws emerging from them.

COMBATSYS: Chet has started a fight here.

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Chet             0/-------/-------|

Business is down back in Metro City ... so it's time for a marketing campaign. Get your faced smashed in by the world's biggest man!

And so when Abigail rolls up in his Monster Truck it's with horns blazing, death metal pumping and a big sign advertising Abigail's Scrap Metal in all its gaudy neon colored wonderfulness.

The huge man emerges from the truck like a pile of meat being squeezed through a to small can and then body presses himself off of the frame of the massive truck to vault through the air and then land in the streets with a literal quaking of the earth to herald his arrival. He doesn't bother with raising his arms to the crowds and instead starts bearing down immeidately towards Chet while rumbling loudly, "Let's start this GRAND PRIX!"

Chet watches nonplussed as Abigail approaches in his monster truck.

The Illuminati's files on most well known fighters are quite extensive, and this particular fighter has worked as a United Nations agent during the Gear incident, whereupon Chet's masters infiltrated numerous political circles of the organization.

Chet knows that his pathway to taking down Abigail, relies on a repetitive series of blows, to the same part of the body, to induce a nerve cluster avoidance of using that particular section. Chet specializes in manipulation of subdermal anatomy with strikes, hence the need to act rapidly and consecutively, early.

Chet dashes at the charging fighter, with a sudden explosion of energy, and churns his left side forward, as he aims to mount his left hand on Abigail's right shoulder.

Knees slapping in if the mount was successful, a fist then jerks down from his right hand as the eloquent fighter applies a kung fu thrust down into Abigail's left collar. He's selected Abigail's non-dominant side as the nerve cluster to assault, to hopefully give Abigail a slow dependence on defending from the wrong side to counter Chet's attacks.

COMBATSYS: Abigail has joined the fight here.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0             Chet

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Chet's Fist Pivot Adjust ES.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0             Chet

It could be said that Abigail is just some dumb brute who lacks any sense of finesse or fighting skill--well--wait it should be said he's at least a brute without finesse. That much is true. However, to many assume this equates to a lack of skill on his part...which is -maybe- true from a certain point of view. The reality is that he knows how to fight he just.doesn't adhere to any school of thought and relies primarily on his sheer brute force and instincts. His brute force is..superhuman to say the least. An impossible to consider thing. His often overlooked instincts, on the other hand, serve their purpose well and the lead to him swatting his truck tire girthed arms up to block the downward strike of Chet with relative ease and surprising speed.

"You'll need more vroom then that!" he opines cheerfully before suddenly swatting his monstrous arm around and blasting it forward at Chet as the main rebounds backwards from him, hurtling his fist and body at the man like an incoming freight train.

COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Abigail's Dynamite Punch.

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Abigail          0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0             Chet

Chet is knocked off of Abigail, hurtling back and to the ground, as Abigail charges after him.

Chet rolls with the blow, somersaulting several times until he manages to plant a foot and hand, skidding to a halt with an explosion of dust behind him. Not willing to let Abigail seize the moment, Chet rises up and does a graceful flamenco sidestep at the oncoming bull, before ducking down and around with a slide. The bull fury is met with a jump upwards and a slap on the tricep, Chet literally scaling the beast with a quick, cheap knuckle-up thrust to Abigail's left pectoral, just where it meets the base of the collarbone.

COMBATSYS: Chet successfully hits Abigail with Chest Pound Punch ES.

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Abigail          0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1             Chet

"Hn..get that kung fu stuff outta here!" Abigail is not unfamiliar with these tactics on him, or so it seems, even if he might be horribly off with what he's calling ot or describing it. At either rate, the pain that ripples its way through his systems and the impossibly thick muscle, doesn't do much beyond irritate him even further and he reacts by suddenly lunging at Chet with other massive hand, looking to hook his fingers into the belt line of the other fighter and literally hurtle him skywards with what appears to be barely a flick of a wrist. It's enough strength to toss even the largest of men so high they can see the rooftops of apartment buildings, let alone someone Chet's size.

Gravity is a cruel teacher and packs a punch all its own as does the stone of the ground so Abigail does nothing else but allow the fall to do its work should the throw land itself oupon Chet.

COMBATSYS: Chet blocks Abigail's Bay Area Sunrise.

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Abigail          0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1             Chet

Finding himself thrown up and away, Chet immediately clicks his legs together and throws his arms backwards behind him, rising chest-first into the toss, the wind causing his pants and hair to flutter in the breeze.

At the climax of the toss, he uses the inertial shift to position himself for his fall, performing a backwards movement as he falls to position himself face first, instead of back first. He performs a single somersault inwards as he goes slamming to the ground, bouncing off of the Jamaican street with a hoot and cheer arising from the cloud.

He bounces roughly to the side, having loosened his legs and stiffened his arms to transfer the shock to his shoulders.

Chet climbs to his feet, body aching and screaming in protest, and performs a rapid shuffle of his shoulders and hips, before snapping his limbs out.

"You fight very well with what you have, but can you fight with something you lack?"

Chet leaps into the air and lashes out with a twist of his body to plant him facing away from Abigail, besides a single foot slamming at that left-collar again, aiming between Abigail's neck and shoulder.

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Chet's Heel Kick.

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Abigail          0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1             Chet

"What's -that- supposed to mean?!"

Yeah he doesn't get it. He's got a business to run.

"I aint got time for that fortune cookie mumbo jumbo! It looks like I need to amp up the horsepower here a touch!"

Again Chet is pushed away by the barest twitch of the behemoths muscle. He then lunges forward, leaping into a forward flip to follow after the push given towards the smaller man..and then back down again with both of his buick sized legs pumping out in a monsterous drop kick that would certainly be capable of dislodging trees and flipping vechicles over from its impact. "KABOOM!!"

COMBATSYS: Abigail knocks away Chet with Ontario Drop.

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Abigail          0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2             Chet

Chet emits a scream as the leg comes down on him, slamming him beneath it, and into the pavement. Abigail's boot heel snaps straight into Chet's head, giving him a concussion and causing his entire world to shatter around him with snapping synapse failures. He ends up crawling away on the ground, spitting up blood as he claws at the ground and attempts to recover his senses.

Limping to his feet and turning about to face Abigail, Chet falters to the side, his head and neck shaking from the force of the blow as his audovisual senses bevel about the streets. The bright sun, the cheering spectators, his own breathing, they all circle around Chet's field of sensory input, as he stares down Abigail, attempting to get a grip on the fight again.

Chet charges forward, desperate to get a handle on the battle, lashing out with a blurring reverse crescent kick, his right foot crossing Abigail's fore and swinging up to come down on Chet's right, Abigail's left, with a battle cry coming out of Chet to make a final stand.

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Chet's Grand Dragon Kick.

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Abigail          0/-------/--=====|>>>>---\-------\0             Chet

The superhuman hot rodder has barely recoverd and Chet is upon him. He winces inwardly at the condition of the man. He's a -reformed- gang member after all.. but then again he's still a former gang member with a bad attitude so an element of 'serves you right' persists in his vision as he examines the incoming Chet.

Its such that he -almost- takes the blow but at the last second both of his massive arms cross over each other and a huge palm comes up to blunt the barrage of attacks from the other warrior.

Abigail grimaces, holding his ground and then suddenly lunges forward with a massive hand to try and smash it into Chet from overhead..and then literally crush him to the ground with his palm on the other mans back, pressing him down with impossible weight and strength to his action and the pavement itself shaking from the force of Abigails movements.

COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Chet with Grasp And Pound.

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Abigail          0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>-----\1             Chet

As Chet is manhandled into the pavement, he grabs Abigail with his left hand, and then begins to thrust his index and middle finger, at Abigail's throat, over and over again. Each strike hits like an iron piston, fighting from beneath him.

COMBATSYS: Chet has reached second wind!

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Abigail          0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0             Chet

COMBATSYS: Abigail endures Chet's Fanged Finger Thrust ES.

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Abigail          1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0             Chet

Well now that's a good idea. Enrage the brute. Abigail already has a temper like an overheated car engine but when the throat strikes jab into his barrel of a neck, he hacks and gacks out and withdraws raidly, releasing Chet to react like a cat with a multitude of hairballs stuck in his throat as pain shocks its way through him and wracks his body.

His next reaction isn't exactly pretty as he returns the favor in a fit of full on Savage Hulk like tantrum and raging. His body turns beet red. He leaps, lunging into the air and then driving back down violently towards Chet. His monsterous fists raise overhead and then plummet down towards Chet with so much force that the ground actually craters and shakes as he lunges and leans forward into the blow and then follows up with another blow and then another blow and then another in a series of repeated strikes that seem to be setting of seismometers elsewhere in the area. Cars bounce up and down and spectators stumble from the force of the crater creating blows.

COMBATSYS: Abigail knocks away Chet with Mighty Giant Flip.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1             Chet

Chet gasps as Abigail relents and gets off him, sloppily sitting up with his face covered in blood, before Abigail is back atop him. The huge blows to his head and chest and shoulders break bones and pulverize flesh, his face a bloody mess as his ribs crack and his collar bones snap. He's trapped, trapped, his entire world blacking in and out, as he goes into a fugue state from the conversion and terror.

As a final (?) rebuke, Chet's hand snaps up and he twists one of Abigail's punches to the side, the fist landing beside his head, before his leg snaps up beneath Abigail, aiming to level a ramrod deadly kick between Abigail's legs with his knee and shin.

COMBATSYS: Chet has reached third wind!

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1             Chet

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Chet's Astral Magnificence Kick.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1             Chet

"Dammit! Stop hasslin' me!"

Abigails massive hand catches the leg, his fingers enclosing around it like a tarantula enveloping a much smaller prey.

His other hand comes flying up, fist clenched into a massive boulder like shape that looks intent on slamming repeatedly into Chet over and over again. At the last second, just before impact, it stops .. thundering to a pause with only a shockwave of air billowing out..followed by Abigails massive finger flicking up and out like a battering ram to attempt to slam into the other man with force that would dwarf the strongest of punches from others.

COMBATSYS: Abigail knocks away Chet with Red Leaf.

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Abigail          0/-------/----===|=======\=======\1             Chet

There are incoherent mumbling sounds from what remains of the man beneath Abigail, as his face is gripped and the head is slammed into the ground, over and over again.

Chet's leg comes up again, faster this time, and over and over again, attempting to get Abigail to break contact. Chet's bloody, slick hands, meanwhile, grasp Abigail's wrist, clawing at his muscles.

COMBATSYS: Chet can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Chet's Grand Dragon Kick.

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More a finger flick that perhaps flet like being slammed over and over again but either way, as Chet bears down on Abigail -again- from the distance, the huge man grimaces and rears back slightly. He's rarely encountered such tenacity and determination and if nothing else its earned the giants respect if also ire and also a him finding it a touch..disturbing.

"You don't know how to stay down. You're liable to get killed!" he rumbles while taking the kick head on and just tensing his massive physique to iron breaking hardness to allow the blow to no sell against his immense frame. He steps to the side to allow Chet to finally be forced into submission from sheer exhaustion alone.

"Damn psychopath."

Log created on 00:41:07 11/27/2018 by Chet, and last modified on 17:47:07 11/28/2018.