Victor Ortega - A Surprise Promotional Tour

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Description: Emerging into the public spotlight, once again, The Muscle Bomber pays a visit to Howard Arena to discuss possible CWA collaboration. What he finds is a truly cold welcome as Tundra seeks to test the mettle of a champion and determine both of their worths against each other.

It has been more than a year since the glory of The Muscle Bomber has graced the public eye. Such that the mere rumor of his possible appearence here, in Southtown has brought out the lions worth of fans, media, paprazzi and other assorted characters jockeying for a sighting of towering Owner and CEO of the Capcom Wrestling Association.

It is all deliberately crafted, of course. Indeed, Victor Ortega has cultivated a reputation of a being a mysterious recluse such that much hype is generated and much reputation is crafted at even the slightest hint of his movements. Last years Slammasters Tournament was as calculated a move as they come, along with his vanishing for nearly a year afterwards..and now once again..he is here. Never fear.

And so when his limo and entourage finally does arrive at Howard Arena, there is a flood of activity, rush of fandom, and flashing of cameras all in an quantity that is as overpowering as it is obnoxious.

When the door to the limo is opened and Victor actually steps out, it all seems to paradoxically grind to a halt. THe pure presence of the man rolls out of the car like a hammer even before he begins to tower up and up and up, looming over his own bodyguards. A colossus of a man whose very movements stretch and strain his custom fit suit to near saranwrap like tighteness when he takes a breath and his contained physique presses out against the fabric like bas relief. Sunglasses hide his cool steely gaze and he simply looks over the crowd before beginning to stride forward towards the steps to the arena.

Once he moves the cameras begin flashing, the fans begin calling and the reporters begin jostling for the attention of the CWA owner.

Tundra never understood.

How one man who does one thing can be so....universally praised, worship as if he were a god amongst mortals. The fanfare, the applause, the silence, even the tower of a man who doesn't look like he actually needs those bodyguards, and its the bodyguards that make Tundra say just one word:


Tundra, who was standing atop the arena as he looked down from above, the stone-cold ninja simply watched as Victor Ortega stood for the flashing cameras and the awe-sinpired looks of his own fans.

Well you don't expect Victor to force the plebians back himself, do you? One needs a buffer when one is not inclined to lay ones hands on those less then he.

Plus it'd probably look awful if the hero of so many was seen throwing crowds off and away from him. Let the hirelings do their job.

But though arrogant, Victor Ortega is not cruel and dismissive when it would serve him not to be. Without the fans, an entertainer isn't much of an entertainer after all and one must give thanks.

He does so by pausing once he's ascended the first group of steps and then turning towards the gathered crowds to study them and allow the cameras the illuminate his monolithic form in repeated flickers and blasts of light. He then raises both of his arms up, business suit stretching with valiant effort to contain him. When he speaks his voice demands silence and full attention. A booming husky thrum that vibrates into the pits of the stomachs of listeners.

"Southtown! The Muscle Bomber has come and rewarded your patience with his presence!" Victor reaches up and pulls his glasses free, revealing his steel blue gaze as he surveys the area. "A year ago, the CWA inspired the wrestling and fighting world with the Slammasters Tournament. Since then I've seen others follow in our glorious steps. Rising Stars Tournament searches for the best of the best and Neo League continues, this time aiming to build up this great city into even higher heights. Because of this, the CWA is here to discuss how we can lend support. Together, we will help Southtown gain the glory it rightfully deserves!".

Of course not!

But Tundra does not believe in such things, nor does he believe such things to be necessary. But, to each their own. Nonetheless, Tundra listens as the 'Muscle Bomber' continues his speech to the people, meantime, Tundra begins making his way down the audience, his dark clothing helping him hide amongst the people as he walks, slowly approaching...before he ducks into the arena when he realizes that he's more likely to get this giant man one on one than with the world watching.

Stealth over boldness.

Wisdom over blind arrogance. So it may come as a surprise to some, when The Muscle Bomber gets word that someone who looks a helluva lot like a ninja was waiting there in the ring for him...though more immediately noticeable, is that the air seems a bit colder.

"Hm? Well they move fast, don't they.." Is Ortega's casual response to one of the security guards. At this point he has signed a few choice autographs and answered a few questions with vagueries and non committal answers...and is already grown bored of it all.

"Very well. Make sure to keep the public clear and inform our hosts that I'll be..uh..delayed."

With that, he steps away from his escorts and heads right for the arena itself.

The cold of it does not seem to bother him though he takes note of it before he lays eyes on the ninja in the distance.

"You have asked for me and so I have graced you with my presence." He approaches the fighters ring with steady, assured steps. "So then..who are you and what do you want.. or perhaps what do your masters want?"

"Away from your adoring audience, I see."

Tundra's voice is deep, no doubt in part due to his mask and his natural voice, but he was sitting cross-legged, but...well, as soon as Ortega arrives? He rises to his feet and he dusts off his pants, before those cold eyes lift to meet Ortega's own.

"You are heralded to be the best." Tundra speaks then. "Come and prove it once more." Tundra stands there then, looking towards Victor Ortega, no excitement, no vengeance....just curiosity staining Tundra's tone.

"I am Tundra." He introduces himself.

"Interesting. Nothing but idle curiousity? A desire to test ones strength? And doing so by going straight for the proverbial 'top' instead of working up towards proving yourself worthy for me to even accept your challenge?" Ortega chuckles and rubs his jaw, "There is someone you remind me of..."

Finally he shrugs and lowers one hand while removing the other from its pocket. A quick look around confirms that they are indeed alone and then he looks back to Tundra.

"Very well, Tundra. I don't do this lightly but your boldness has intrigued me.."

Ortega suddenly leaps, vaulting the distance between himself and the ring and he lands with a thunderous *BOOOM* just infront of Tundra. A sudden golden aura ripples out from him. Chi-born flames bursting into being around him followed by his muscles swelling, almost grotesquely so considering his immense size, as he flexes in an seismic ripple that completely disintigrates his suit and leaves him revealed in his wrestling attire. Because of course he was always wearing it underneath.

Massive arms fold as he creaks his neck from side to side and his sinew relaxes like the movement of massive landmasses under his tanned flesh.

"Let us begin!"

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega has started a fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Tundra has joined the fight here.

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Tundra           0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0    Victor Ortega

Tundra is glad.

Glad that Victor understands the way of warriors. If you seek to be understood, only through Kombat can that be obtained. Though Tundra does not move, he cracks both of his elbows as Ortega performs his MONSTEROUS leap into the ring, the ground beneath Tundra's feat shaking as Ortega unleashes his chi in the form of a golden aura.

Tundra on the other hand, attempts to match such an aura, the temperature around him dropping below zero as frost and ice begin to form at his feet. "Test your might." before he enters a fighting stance, feet dragging in a circular motion while his hands form an orb near his chest, a steady exhale showing only his soft breath.

At the call to begin, Tundra lunges forward, intending to strike Victor with an overhead punch, immediately followed by an attempted chi-infused palm strike for his massive chest! How will Victor respond?

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega just-defends Tundra's Frost Bitten!

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Tundra           0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0    Victor Ortega

"I have to warn you. I won't be holding back.."

The cold does draw an eyebrow raise from the large man but he, otherwise, remains at the ready. Tundra moves just an instant before he does. The blows come in and the final palm strike surges for the giant chest only to impact against it as if it were an immovable wall. There is a flash of light and a burst of flame as the aura of fire meets with the aura of ice. VIctor is unmoved. A looming statue that is seemingly rooted to the ground.

He deliberately delays his action for a split second though said second may seem to be an eternity when one is in the middle of desperate battle..and then he moves. A blur of movement that sees his massive arm coming around in a surging uppercut that drags trailing flames behind it and engulfs his fist with chi summoned fire.

COMBATSYS: Tundra blocks Victor Ortega's SPirit Upper.

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Tundra           0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0    Victor Ortega

Tundra was somewhat expecting the man to be extremely durable. The strike of his palm against the man's chest loud and hard, but alas, it does not move the man like Tundra perhaps hoped it would, but the auras of fire and ice is one that is spoken of in legend. Some cultures believe that the world was created through the eternal conflict of fire and ice, warmth and cold, life and death.

But alas, it was in this moment, that Tundra steadied his resolve. When the large move moves, Tundra matches the speed just enough to move his forearm right where it needed to be, ice surging along it to provide a hardened edge, the impact should have blasted Tundra, the smaller of the two, into the ropes, but alas, Tundra showcases impressive physical strength, maybe not to the same degree, but ever-present.

But Tundra knows that he can't overpower Victor, so instead, he plays to his strengths. Tundra's hands freeze solid, so much so that touching his hands might burn oneself, before Tundra thrusts his hands forwards, ice-hard fists attempting to strike at Victor, one fist for the chest once more, the other aims for the diaphragm to hopefully surprise Victor in their match.

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega blocks Tundra's Freezer Burn.

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Tundra           0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0    Victor Ortega

Enormous forarms raise and cross infront of the giant torso. This time, Victor does not blunt the impact as an immovable object but instead is pushed backwards, using his own momentum and the force of Tundra's assault to skid back against the ropes of the ring. Steam trails behind him from the connection of the impossibly cold ice against his burning champions aura. An aura that blazes again for a brief instant before The Muscle Bomber comes surging forward again.

A tree trunk of an arm raises, dragging behind him as he pushes in to try and cross Tundra up and push past him with the limb attempting to slam right into the torso of the ninja in a thunderous clothesline.

COMBATSYS: Tundra dodges Victor Ortega's Running Lariat.

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Tundra           0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0    Victor Ortega

Tundra is making headway, though it's really not much. Whatsoever.

But, a small bit of progress is still progress. Though, before long, he notices that tree trunk that people call an arm getting ready to get swung his way, but the thing about ninjas is that they are not meant to stand against the mountain, they are meant to adapt to the mountain. So when that arm comes sailing over?

Tundra backbends like it was straight out of the Matrix, the arm sailing right over him as Tundra slides past. Though he fully intends to try and make the most of this situation, leaping upwards into the air with a spin, attempting to land a perfect roundhouse kick on Victor's head as soon as he turns around.

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega interrupts Roundhouse from Tundra with Aura Fire.

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Tundra           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0    Victor Ortega

"Very good!"

Victor utters words of sincere encouragement, deep voice booming across the arena. He recovers from the lariat, massive body surging to a step like some sort of high speed military tank attempting to arrest its movements. He pauses, however, as if momentarily disorientated by..something.. The kick draws near..

And then Victor is suddenly not where he once was. A burst of speed and a raging blast of fire roars about his massive limbs as he lungs straight upwards with a rising upper cut to slam the fist and the chi-flames home into the cryokinetic ninja. A column of fire bursts up around them both, nearly biblical in nature before dispersing rapidly and sending flames icking outwards into the air.

That kick was perfect.

On target. Perfect movement, but Victor proves he too isn't exactly human by the commonly known sense of the term. With a sudden 'tsk' that could be interpreted as a rapid way of saying 'shit!', there is suddenly a massive flame-imbued fist strikes into Tundra, who gets knocked backwards until he lands at the ropes.

Coughing up a little bit of blood, Tundra steadies himself, remains focused, and launches a ball of arctic energy aimed for Victor's chest!

Two can play the energy game, but how well can Tundra match up?

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega negates Arctic Assault from Tundra with Flame Thrower.

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Tundra           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0    Victor Ortega

Indeed. Considering Tundra's interests and place of origin, it is no surprise that Victor's own legend would not be known and then there is the fact that he has been such a recluse for so long, barring last years tournament. As such, the man is full of surprises and he seems to sense Tundra becoming aware of this as he rumbles, "I'm the champion and owner of the CWA> It is not merely some brand of high school or college wrestling but true fighters dedicated to the art of battle..."

He rears back and another upper cut comes hurtling upwards, sending a cascading wave of flames billowing outward to wash across the ring like a wall..intercepting and blasting away the orb of ice and cold.

As both elemental forces negate one another, Victor points at Tundra, "..and a little entertainment along the way. Now come!"

The attacks clash against each other with glorious intensity, but alas, they only proceed to cancel each other out perfectly, with neither force gaining leverage over the other, causing a wonderful exposion of steam and mist that neither heats nor cools the two combatants, even as Tundra readies himself for competition once more.

"You talk too much."

Tundra then rushes forwards once more, though as he moves, he keeps a hand low, even while he has a fist ready as he moves with blinding speed, main hand going to try and uppercut the much larger man right in the jawline.

The other hand? attempting to freeze the ground at his feet to try and keep him steady.

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega guards against Tundra's Frosty.

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Tundra           0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0    Victor Ortega

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega issues a challenge!!

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Tundra           0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0    Victor Ortega

Again there is a flash of chi and a burst of fire, ice, steam. The works. The blaze that is Victors aura flares to life even as is sinew hardens and his body tenses up, bracing against the ground to weather the assault from Tundra once again. He allows a mild smirk at Victors taunt even as he staggers slightly from the strike.

"Maybe you're right.." he concedes before he suddenly lunges his massive arm out to try and grab hold of Tundra and curl him back towards him in a powerful grapple. "Perhaps you'll have to try and shut me up, if you can!"

Should the grab lands, he twists and spins, seeking to raise Tundra high overhead and then bring him slamming down towards the floor of the ring with crushing and blazing force.

COMBATSYS: Tundra counters Improvised Throw from Victor Ortega with Cold Encounter.

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Tundra           1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\1    Victor Ortega

Maybe it was all part of the plan.

Maybe it was just a 'right moment' kind of situation. But as soon as Tundra saw the aura from Victor, he knew that he had one shot at getting this one right. But, since the challenge was made, Tundra was swift to answer the call. Victor would feel flesh and bone in his hands, but for some reason, that body he was holding got heavier and....well, much colder.

That by the time Victor would know what happened, it would be too late. He threw an ice clone of Tundra at the ground, and the clone explodes point blank in front of him, sending chunks of arctic energy, ice, and hail into the large man! Tundra, having escaped the man's attack much earlier, cracks his neck as he enters his fighting stance once more.

"There is no such thing as trying. You either do, or you don't."

For the first time, the champion is taken from his feet. He goes tumbling to the ground, his visage of invulnerability broken by an expression of shock and pain as his body is wracked by the violent force of the explosion and the shards of ice and bitter binding cold that envelop him with their violent embrace.

His eyes then snap open as he arrests his movements and suddenly rolls forward like some sort of boulder that's been shot put by Heracles himself.

HIs leg sweeps out, looking to try and throw Tundra off balance and then he erupts forward, arms lunging for him in an attempt to seize him with blinding speed.

COMBATSYS: Tundra blocks Victor Ortega's Maximum Muscle Bomb.

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Tundra           1/--=====/=======|>>>>---\-------\0    Victor Ortega

This was his moment!

Tundra rushes Victor while he's down, and though the leg that comes out towards Tundra manages to give him pause, the blinding speed that Victor manages to accomplish despite his size is caught by Tundra, managing to catch the larger mans arms, and with a shout of exertion, hold him at bay just long enough to take that single step backwards to move just out of range of Victor's intense grip.

Though Tundra is hoping that by the sudden release of the man's hands, he'll overextend himself, giving Tundra just enough opportunity to try and introduce his fist to Victor's nose.

COMBATSYS: Tundra dazes Victor Ortega with High Punch!
- Power hit! -

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Tundra           1/--=====/=======|>>>>---\-------\0    Victor Ortega

THe back to back hits are stunning though not quite as stunning as the fact that he failed to gain purchase for The Maximum Muscle Bomb.

Victor is not some childish bully that won't acknowledge skill or even being taken for a ride on occasion. The makings of a Champion includes being able to recognize like talent after all and it is clear now that Tundra has talent.

He takes the blow to his face as a statue of marble would, but it still stuns him and disorientates him and he briefly staggers backwards, reconsidering his options for a split instance before moving in again, refusing to give distanec to the ninja.

"Hmm..worthy after all." he admits. "Not many would have avoided that..."

This time his massive arms work again, looking to reset the battlefield by grabbing hold of Tundra and upending him with a powerful throw to the mat. "Show me more!"

COMBATSYS: Tundra blocks Victor Ortega's Quick Throw.

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Tundra           1/--=====/=======|=====--\-------\0    Victor Ortega

Tundra felt like he just plugged his fist into hard granite, but the shot manages to stun all the same. Sometimes it's the slightest shots that really make the difference. Though, Tundra cracks his neck as he seems to be giving himself a bit of a breather in regards to how he wants to manage this fight.

'Use his weight against him' Tundra thinks to himself.

So, when the large brute suddenly rushes him, Tundra doesn't react fast enough to avoid compeltely being thrown, he does manage to twist himself while he's being thrown, before attempting to do the impossible.

He lands on his feet, hard, but he lands on his feet. But he doesn't stop moving, he continues the momentum that Ortega had managed to give him, placing a leg firmly in front of Victor's own, he attempts a high-angled judo throw to the super athlete, intending to drop him firmly on his upper back!

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega blocks Tundra's Strong Throw.

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Tundra           1/--=====/=======|=====--\-------\0    Victor Ortega

"Is this it?" Ortega adjusts his body with the movement and measure of one that is well mastered at the arts of grappling and resisting throws. It -could- have worked but the two jostle for control and at the end of the day Ortega's massive arm comes in like a python, attempting to curl around the torso of Tundra and seize control of their duel.

"Have you run out of steam?" His massive legs crouch down, lowering his immense figure as he prepares for a leap--

COMBATSYS: Tundra dodges Victor Ortega's Back Breaker.

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Tundra           1/--=====/=======|====---\-------\0    Victor Ortega

Tundra's eyes lock with Ortega's own, unmoving, unflinching. But what he does do? When he's suddenly grappled and lifted up over the massive man's head, Tundra rolls once again out of Victor's grasp! Tundra was a sneaky bastard, and he's making it clear. Though he's intending to use that moment of opportunity to do the one thing he hasn't done all this time:

Go for the legs.

As soon as his feet touch the ground, he spins on his heel and goes low, aiming for the back of Victor's knees in an attempt to sweep the legs and knock him off of his feet.

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega blocks Tundra's Sweep.

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Tundra           1/--=====/=======|=====--\-------\0    Victor Ortega

He's to fast. Faster then he should be.

But this fight is wearing on and VIctor's eyes hood ever so slightly at the tenacity of the ninja. He spares any sort of taunt but instead his speed serves to move his tank of a body into a position where, once again, his massive limbs bear the brunt of the assault but it fails to do any lasting damage or find purchase in a way to bring him down. @emit "Hn!" he grunts as he leaps backwards, putting distance between himself and Tundra and crouching down almost to all fours.

An instant later and he's lunged forward and into the air, like some sort of missile. In mid flight he twists, turnign his body sideways and spalying his massive arms and legs out in an attempt to literally ram his bulkish physique full bore into TUndra's body.

COMBATSYS: Tundra counters Body Splash from Victor Ortega with Cold Blooded.

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Tundra           1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1    Victor Ortega

Tundra was also seemingly getting tired as this fight bore onwards. Though his attempted leg sweep seemed to do extremely little but agitate the other man, Tundra rises to his feet and assumes his fighting stance. He takes a deep breath, uncertain of whether or not he will attain victory, or fall before the champion like all the rest. But, as Victor starts to -move-, Tundra's eyes widen and in one move, he strikes the ground with his palm and slides backwards as a thick barrier of ice rises from the ground even as Victor is charging full force to try and ram Tundra! Though he will most likely ram into this glacier wall instead!

He keeps coming.

"It appears..I'm going to have to acknowledge you!"

He has indeed slammed into the glacier, taking full damage from the force of the impact. Hopefully when he gets to this meeting he'came here for he's goign to have some explaining to do about his appearence.

But either way, ice shatters in all directions and a cloud of steam and shimmering particles of ice flickers skywards as Victor's body is engulfed in flame. IT roars along his body, gathering, finally into a single arm that flexes thunderously and then comes lunging in..trailing a tidal wave of fire behind it as it fist and flames surge violently for Tundra.

COMBATSYS: Tundra overcomes Enraged Aura Buster from Victor Ortega with Arctic Blast.

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Tundra           0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0    Victor Ortega

COMBATSYS: Tundra dazes Victor Ortega with Arctic Blast!

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Tundra           0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0    Victor Ortega

"It would seem...that I must do the same!"

Tundra rears his hands back as the monster of a man just annihilates the barrier in front of him, taking all the damage and still pushing forwards. It's no wonder that he's called the Champion. Even as Victor steamrolls through the defenses, Tundra leans back and focuses his energy into one last gasp.

The flames surge violently towards him with that lunging fist that comes his way, but Tundra growls and lets out a howl of effort as he unleashes an Arctic Blast: a beam of raw energy that is as synonimous as winter itself. The Ice beam manages to power through the flames sent in it's way and now -barrels- towards Victor, attempting to strike him with full force!

That..was not expected.

The ice blast rolls through the Aura of flame - blasting through the column and plunging through it to blast into the surprised torso of Ortega. THe impact shocks the immense man. THe very fact that his enraged assault was overcome and that Tundra was doing so well is simply pure unexpected surprise to the giant.

He grimaces and grits his teeth in consideration of his options and then finally simply straightens up and places one hand behind his back and one hand lifts up, palm facing TUndra for him to stop.

"Enough. I'm forced to acknowledge your strength and skills. It seems that your abilities and not a small amount of fate have smiled on you..." His stance remains defensive should Tundra attempt something despite this offering of a cease fire.

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega takes no action.

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Tundra           0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0    Victor Ortega

Tundra looks like he's surprised that Victor is -still- standing, and though he seems perfectly prepared and ready to fight until the bitter end if need be, but instead of fighting onwards....Victor offers a ceasefire. Tundra is not his brother, Bi-Han, who often acts cruelly and recklessly. He has a wisdom to him, and though he seems wary, he straightens up and does not make any attempt to combat Victor any further, at the moment.

His hands fall to his sides as he approaches panting ever so slightly.

"and it would seem I must do the same, for nearly the exact same reasons." he smiles a little bit at Victor, before he lowers his facemask and his hood from his head. "My true name, for which you have earned, is Kuai Liang." he places both arms in front of him, fist to palm in classic Martial Arts fashion, and offers Victor a small bow.

"In my eyes, you are worthy of the title the people have placed upon you, though I am uncertain how much my opinion is worth. I apologize about your clothes." no doubt the poor man's suit is ruined.

COMBATSYS: Tundra takes no action.

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Tundra           0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0    Victor Ortega

Well..he destroyed it by flexing and burning out of

"The suit isn't your fault. I have countless suits and have destroyed them many times. It drives the fans crazy." And he doesn't even have to use his hands to do it.

He nods, respectfully, as he acnkowledges the ninjas true name. Ortega may be arrogant but he is not cruel nor disrespectful when respect is earned. "You did well, Kuai Liang and have given me somethings to consider. I believe we will meet again."

With that, The Muscle Bomber turns and begins to make his way out of the ring, seemingly satisfied with this outcome.

COMBATSYS: Victor Ortega has left the fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Tundra has ended the fight here.

Log created on 22:06:46 04/24/2021 by Victor Ortega, and last modified on 03:39:11 04/25/2021.