Neo League 0165 - NL#0184: Roland vs Abigail

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Description: Two men enter a mall. Only one can leave. Who will it be?! TONIGHT ONLY... on Neo League Live!!

One thing is certain. Neo League is certainly doing something for the local tourism economy. But that was always part of the point, wasn't it? Draw some attention to Southtown, raise money for it, get the place on the map and on the hot spots of places to visit. Just don't mind the werewolf attacks, Gear assaults, crime wars and occasional random japanese ghosts, gods, oni or kaiju.

Speaking of kaiju. The Southtown Mall has picked up it's own personal miniature one. Phone cameras flash and videos roll as Neo League fight officials set up the barriers and edges of the designated fighting stage and a nearby idling yellow and green massive monster-truck belts out the roaring noise of a random swedish Death Metal band for the delight(?) of nearby onlookers.

Perched atop the hood of the truck, practically swamped over with unspeakable immensity, is a certain company president: Abigail. The goliath squints his eyes, crinkling his facepaint as he happily stuffs an entire hotdog and bun into his mouth and begins chewing noisly. He seems rather pleased..which is odd considering he can't stand this city.

It seems someone likely unfamiliar with Abigail is opting to accept the challenge; Roland has almost no record of any sort within the professional fighting circuits, and what's there could at best be called 'middling'. Modestly late, a trenchcoated figure walks to the stage, adjusting the brim of a worn cowboy hat; distinctive not only for being an American, but the utter lack of his right arm, sleeve simply rolled up and pinned. A disability that would often mean the end of a fighting career.

"Oye, oye..." Roland says, stepping upon it and then staring towards where Abigail rests. "You're way bigger then the rumors say... and I already thought they were exaggerating." By some accounts, the six-foot-two Roland's decently built... he's a natural physique, but still multiple times less that of the man known as Abigail!

"Hey! Finally!" Abigail leans forward, creaking his truck under the force of his casual movements. How'd he even get it here? Maybe it's just a rental, hence why it's barely managing to support his lightest of gestures.

He grins, eyes lighting up with curiousity at Roland as he peers at him and then he slips off of the truck to impact both feet to the ground. The immediate area around him seemingly vibrating from the sheer pressure of his steps.

"You missing an arm, pal? And you're -still- fighting? That's..." Crazy? Insane? Foolish? "..That's really hardcore! Metal! You must have a really powerful engine!" He considers this as he approaches Roland, stepping over the barriers by just swinging his legs up over what anyone else would need to go around or crawl under.

"Hmm..course all sorts of crazy wierd folk are around these parts." he muses whiletapping his jaw, " Anyway, I was the last Neo League champ so I thought I'd just mix things up a little bit.."

His grin remains, almost a slasher grin as he beckons for Roland, "Don't disappoint me..."

COMBATSYS: Abigail has started a fight here.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Roland has joined the fight here.

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Roland           0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0          Abigail

"Yeah, yeah... I know your record. You're probably outta my league..." Roland says, in a casual manner. Gesturing with his free hand in a somewhat carefree way, rolling his good shoulder as he sizes up Abigail. And up. And up. There's a lot to take in. "And it's just an ARM. That's not gonna stop me from making my bread and butter."

A few more slow, steady stretches follows. "Well, since I'm the underdog and all, that means I should get to open things up, right?!" Without really waiting for the other man to agree or not, Roland then kicks forward. His approach is clearly pretty fearless... his hand tugging down the front of his hat.

"HNNN!!" It seems he's going to just charge forward and ram his shoulder, but instead he launches straight up; rearing back his right arm in a punch? But the blow which comes out is instead a grab, trying to catch Abigail by his prodigious hair. Then brace his boots on the larger man's belly, green energy crackling out as he tries to launch off, twist around, and yank the man forward enough to hurl across his shoulder. "ROLAND THROOOOOOW!!"

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Roland's Strong Throw.

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


Roland grabs a fistfull of Canadian Maple-Leaf styled Mohawk. His eyes widen a touch at the sight of the green energy and he is yanked forward..forward...forward..and then just sort of stops as his gigantic body braces itself and quite possibly causes Roland to dangle there momentarily like a man trying to flip a sequoia over his shoulder.

"My mohawk!" Abigail exclaims this with the frustration and fury of one who very carefully spends far to long styling his hair into -just- the right shape as a symbol of national pride.

"You got guts..but let's see if you've got the Vroom!"

Abigail's massive arm comes swinging up and then around and then down again, descending for Roland to try and slam into him like a sledgehammer into a pole.

COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Roland with Abi Hammer.

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

"...!!" Damnit. That's one sturdy-ass mohawk. A burning grip of hair is certainly not nothing, but he'd hoped to stall the beastly fighter a bit more then that. Still, he's a tenacious sort; even if that means he's slow to back up. The fist is huge, the descent is fast -- when he aims right, that much power compensates nicely. Roland is hammered flat upon the ground, almost casually, making the lighting fixtures jump a few meters away.

"...ow!!" he says, before pushing up and back to a crouched position, blood running down his nose. "That freaking hurt!!" Green energy seethes into his feet, before he darts forward intentfully towards Abigail. "But I've never been a coward, y'know... I'm not ever gonna back down due to fear of being hurt!!" Masochism also helps.

He then unleashes a brutal, green-infused punch towards Abigail's stomach, trying to barrel into him hard enough to bend him forward. Before leaping straight up right after, seething green palm trying to strike out and catch Abigail by the face so he can use the momentum of his descent to hurl him backwards into the ground, shoulder-first!!

COMBATSYS: Abigail barely endures Roland's Sleight of Hand.

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

It's not often that Abigail is successfully taken off of his feet and when it has's usually been by opponents who have at least double Roland's weight on them and even then, barely, as such individuals still pale compared to the Mad Gear Chief.

But up and then down he goes, trailing green fire behind him and slamming violently into the ground of the combat area with such force that a small seismic event seems to occur around the two fighters.

Abigail blinks a few times times and then suddenly rolls forward, lunging into a crouched position as he closes back in on Roland with a gigantic hand reaching out for him as the giant moves into a rise. Just two fingers. Two fingers alone push in to try and hook into the folds around the mans belt line and then drag him upwards as if he were a fish caught on a hook.

If he succeeds in the manuever a flick of the wrist will send Roland flying upwards as if he were less then nothing in weight and not a full grown athletic man. Abigail's fist then hurtles around to try and catch him on the downward swing.

"Abigail SMASH!"

COMBATSYS: Roland blocks Abigail's Abigail Smash.

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

Leverage is a great thing, in fights; and the fact that, no matter how large someone is, they tend to go in the same direction as the head. It's as much a throw as tipping over a cow, but Roland seems content enough in the end result. "You're pretty gargantuan, but you're still human...! And my magnificent techniques were designed to work on them!!"

He leaps backwards, bringing up his good forearm. Green energy shimmers and reinforces, as he glances upwards at the looming blow. This time, he catches it; although it feels more like spiking a volleyball than anything, most like. Roland is sent shooting downwards, hitting the ground in a crouch with his heels and sliding along, ripping up the surface of the fighting arena. He got sent to the very edge, easily three meters, in that fierce blow.

"Jeez... this feels pretty impossible." he mutters, when seeing the difference in condition between two fighters who cleanly hit each other once. "I better go ALL OUT right away, then." He then exhales, shimmers of green energy starting to flow over him. His movements seem faster, sharper. "Here I come...!"

Then he zips forward, reaching Abigail in a split second. Rearing back his right arm, he begins to unleash a storm of blows; punches, and kicks. Yet this time, his chi seems to 'stick'; instead of exploding, it would just keep building up, clinging tenaciously and annoyingly like leaden glue.

"HMMM...!!" he snarls, trying to reach up to catch him by the front of the shirt. Twisting, trying to shift his weight forward while he can't properly react. To them stamp down, and hurl him what would probably be a very modest distance into the air, all things considered. "JACKPOT!!"

And then, a moment later, a great explosion of all that built-up energy would go off like a series of green fireworks!!

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Roland's Jackpot!.

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

"What the--"

Abigail feels the blows rain against his monstrous torso but holds his ground and just sort of stares in surprise at the green energy as it builds up around him. When Roland grabs him once again he attempts to adjust his weight but is ultimately to slow and once more ends up tumbling overhead - only to suddenly be enveloped in a green fire flower that erupts around him with a rain of chi-energy and lights up the combat zone with its brilliance. A plume of dust and debris billows up as the moving fireball collides into the surface of the combat zone and cracks spread violently from the impact.

Cameras flare. Videos are running. Streaming is going wild. The audience is eating this up..especially when Abigail comes walking forward out of the debris field, shirt torn and body bruised but looking largely unimpeded by the assault.

"Heeeeeey..not bad! I dunno what kinda green crazy mumbo jumbo you got going on but you got some vroom in your engine. But it still needs a little tuning.."

He suddenly brings both of his arms around in a gargantuan flex. His body begins to turn red and his physique..begins to get even bigger. It seems impossible but sinew piles ontop of sinew as his body pumps up larger and larger into Max-Power. The ground craters under his feet and steam itself blasts from his nostrils and his ears as if an overheating engine was firing up on the inside.


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

"Hahaha!! Damn... now I'm totally fucked!" Roland states, all chipper and happy. There's probably still a lot of lethargy in the huge man, but not nearly as much as there could have been. "But, well... I'm trying to rebuild a name for myself... so I can't be throwing in the towel just yet...!!"

He then reaches up to adjust his hat, before kicking forward once more. Green energy ripples up over him for a second time. "ONE..." he calls out, twisting into a fierce backfist aimed at Abigail's stomach. "TWO!!" His foot then strikes out. A fierce slam aimed at the back of Abigail's heels as he concentrates entirely on preparing his own assault. It's plenty hard enough to easily send someone of his weight suddenly airborne and vulnerable.

"THREE! CARD! MONTE!!" Roland roars, twirling as he brings up his other foot, and then aims a brutal axe-kick straight down in an attempt to plow into Abigail's sternum and spike him into the middle of the arena, followed by a sudden explosion of green energy!!

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Roland's Three Card Monte.

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

Uh oh. Abigail's flashing red-mode has been activated.

He just sort of stands there, grinning as the blows land against his inhumanly huge body. He quakes, rumbles and maybe even jiggles but for the most part he seem practically immovable until Roland manages to once again upend him and then the blow sends him tumbling backwards and onto the ground like a rolling boulder.

When the explosion goes off he just more or less stands up in it, his body briefly obscured by the eruption of chi which then blasts away from him as he brings his arms around infront of him in a gigantic flex that shockwaves away the smoke and debris.

"Yer gonna need more horsepower!" he proclaims before suddenly lunging forward and at the man.

His gigantic arm plunges downward like some sort of industrial piston to slam into the earth and cause it to lurch violently in an attempt to off balance Roland. He then brings both of his hands forward to grasp for him and haul him upwards.

By some strange technique or just wierd bending of time and momentum, when he releases Roland the man seems to hang there for a second in the air before descending..and when that happens..Abigail's massive fists come thundering in, into a series of rolling punches - each stronger then the last - that push Roland ever higher as if he were a speed boxing bag in a gym.


The final blow comes from another swing that arcs aorund in a wide arc intending on sending Roland flying.

COMBATSYS: Abigail knocks away Roland with Abigail Special.

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Roland           0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0          Abigail

Well, damnit.

Not that this isn't what Roland expected, going into things; he wanted to test his mettle against someone who's turned the power of raw meat into meaningful results. Skipping backwards, he barely has time to register the other fighter being unphased, before the ground surges and knocks him askance. He tries to recover, shifting his balance masterfully as his physical form amplifies...

Not enough! He's grasped and hefted, mumbling an "Aw, shit." before the storm of blows is unleased. There's not much to say about it; he's barreled, then the last blow sends him spiraling away, bursting through the ceiling of the mall before some rubble falls down...

It's pretty clear he's not coming back... nope. After an awkward minute or two, Abigail is declared the winner of the fight!!

COMBATSYS: Roland can no longer fight.

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Abigail          0/-------/-----==|

"Hey!" yells Abigail, not thinking if Roland is conscious or not. "Heeeey! You did good! But your system still needs some work! Come visit my shop in Metro City and we'll work on getting you some more horsepower!!"

One assumes he means training as opposed to ...working on an actual automotive engine but one can never be to sure where Abigail is concerned.

He turns away from the camera, giving a quick gun-finger gesture at the onlookers before stalking away with earth shuddering steps.

COMBATSYS: Abigail has ended the fight here.

Log created on 18:07:44 05/19/2021 by Roland, and last modified on 06:36:52 05/25/2021.