NFG Season One - Metro City R1 - Buck vs John Doe

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Description: After a brief sampler during the NFG Rumble, the much anticipated clash between Brawler Bros Buck and John Doe is finally here. This back alley throw down is sure to be one for the ages, so tune in to find out if the Beast of Thunder can overcome the Metal Movie Star!

"Dude, this place sucks."
The cutting criticism of one Matt Dangerfield echoes off of the grimy brick walls with unfortunate acoustics, joined by the loud scuff of his sneaker across the trash-strewn cement. Usual tight muscle shirt hidden beneath a cozy pullover and skinny legs vanished beneath a pair of loose gym sweats, you can almost see the normal human being he must have been in his youth. Almost, but then the bleach blonde hair, orange spray tan, and ostentatious loops of gold chains around his neck remind you that he's not.
John Doe's response is casually indifferent, pale features cool and collected behind his new pair of wrap-around shades. Mirrored lenses throw back a slightly warped view of the filthy alley before him, set in sleek black frames with a very high-tech, Kenzo brand appearance. Paired with a black thigh-length hoodie and black and grey sneakers, the look is a touch edgier than all but his Rumble appearance, set off with distressed stonewashed jeans with a black cloth belt, and a tight white tank-top.
"No really, Bro. Look at this shit. You're gonna get, like, lock jaw or rust-lung or something. That shit is real. Factory and construction workers get it all the time, and they die bro."
"JD, I'm for real."
Lifting one long-fingered hand, JD rests it upon Matt's shoulder to quiet the ongoing protests. Looking up into the slightly taller man's face, he gives a shingle shake of his head, glossy hair rippling, before smiling with warm reassurance.
"...Well, yeah. I mean, I guess. But I'm not telling Bethany shit about this..."
Sliding his shades down off his nose, JD offers his life coach a cheeky wink, before handing the glasses over for safe keeping. Stepping away from the bigger man, he offers a nod of his head toward a couple of camera and sound guys putting the finishing touches on the alley setup, before shuffling his way out into the center of the space with his trademark swaying swagger.
Must be back to drinking again.

Buck comes striding up from the other end of the alley where he was dropped off by a taxi. He lost his rental truck with the move to Metro City and has yet to acquire some new wheels for himself. But it's also given him the opportunity to have a phone call on the way to the match, his cell pressed up against his ear. "Bro, you do not want a piece of that. I don't care if you think she looks cute on camera."

He's dressed pretty typically for Buck in these matches, with his faded slightly scuffed jeans and his balck tank top. His leather jacket is on at the moment as well as a pair of cowboy boots he would normally be slipping out of before the match, but one look at the contents of the alley has him wrinkling his nose and deciding against that for this brawl. Especially as his heel drops onto something that squishes underfoot and releases a whole new plethora of unpleasant aromas. "Worse than muckin' out the barn. I need Chevs and a few buckets of water." He mutters. "What? Oh no the alley. Anyway, Beau, talk to you later, gotta fight."

He pauses and sighs. "I'm not givin' Coco your number!" And then just hangs up on the call and slips his phone into his jacket pocket. He peels out of the jacket a moment later and looks around for a place to put it and decides instead just to hand it off to one of the recording crew. "Mind holdin' on to that for me? 'Preciate it." He shoots the sound guy a smile and a wink before turning to regard his opponent for today, who also gets one of those beaming Buck smiles.

"You ready to go, man?" He asks much to cheerily as he looks JD up and down. "Still owe you for that skull cracking you gave me in the rumble." He says, jabbing himself in the forehead with a thumb. His boots scrape on the pavement as he shifts into a brawler's stance, fists up and ready. "And hey, man, have fun." He adds with a wink for JD.

COMBATSYS: Buck has started a fight here.

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Waiting with hands in his hoodie pockets and long shoulders relaxed, John Doe radiates a sense of casual ease that persists despite the surroundings. Grey eyes tilted up to watch a row of noisy black starlings jostling atop a power line, he flickers his attention down at the booted steps of Buck, nodding a friendly greeting while the larger fighter hands off his jacket.
Tone just a touch cheeky, JD returns the grin with a bright flash of perfectly white teeth, hands coming free of his pockets to offer a double thumbs up. Apparently he's been looking forward to this himself, the final unfought match of the original 3 NFG Brawler Bros.
Thumbs dropping into tight, pale fists, JD waits a beat for both he and his opponent to get settled. Stances taken, eyes locked, he lets that gunslinger pause stretch...
Then lunges!
Lurching forward in a half leap, half stumble, he puts all of his weight and considerable strength behind an opening left at the center of Buck's chest, attempting to plough through or bruise any sort of guard rather than outpace it. That opening blow is followed by the slap of sneakers as he lands, jacket and hair flailing out behind him with a pivot that brings his right arm flailing down in a mighty overhead hammerblow toward the top of the taller fellow's head.

COMBATSYS: John Doe has joined the fight here.

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John Doe         0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0             Buck

COMBATSYS: Buck auto-guards John Doe's Bone Yard.

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John Doe         0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0             Buck

"Yeah, heard you weren't much for talkin'. No matter we don't need it, we got these." Bucks says giving a quick shadowbox to the air in front of him with his fists. He matches JD stare for stare in that stand off, his face showing his barely contained excitement for this match.

As those wild swing come in, Buck shifts his booted foot under a bit of something that caught his eye among the alley's detritus. His toe slips under it and kicks the splintered section of 2x4 into the air, grabbing it between his hands.

There's a duo of solid thunks as he places the wood between him and the blows, though the wood comes out worse for wear from the assault, cracking apart under the overhand blow but stalling it enough that it doesn't connect with Buck.

The Oklahoman lets out a small whistle as he looks at the broken wood in his hands. "That might've cracked my skull." He says, sounding much to cheery for the words. But he flips the longer length of wood left in his hand, grabs it once more out of the air, then flings it right at JD, one end blunt the other sharp, and who knows how it's going to land.

COMBATSYS: Buck successfully hits John Doe with Thrown Object.

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John Doe         0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0             Buck

"Noo, JayDEEEE!"
Matt's shout of panicked despair fills the alley as he watches Buck consider the bit of broken plank in his hands. Realizes the Oklahoman's plan, and knows it is far too late.
The bit of wood is flung.
It tumbles end over end, shedding dirt and other substances on its way toward the staggering star who is just now reeling back around from his ending stumble.
It strikes home...
The bit of wood catches JD squarely in the throat, blunt end thwacking him good before tumbling away toward the ground. Grunting a bit, the actor pauses to rub at the spot. Brushing grit and grime from the pinkish bruise it left, he shrugs good naturedly and staggers forward.
On the sidelines, Matt sags with relief, his lucrative position as Life Coach flashing before his eyes.
Turning his unsteady approach into a two-step charge, John Doe gathers up a bit of speed and throws himself bodily at Buck, attempting to crash shoulder to chest and send them stumbling down the alley. Arms grasping with crushing strength, he fights for control of a grapple, striving to lock a grip around the bigger fellow's hips and heave, swinging him up and over one abnormally strong shoulder before toppling forward to drive them both to the filthy ground in a sloppy slam.

COMBATSYS: Buck dodges John Doe's Grave Mistake.

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John Doe         0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0             Buck

Buck doesn't look too worried about the piece of wood he sent flying towards JD, even after Matt's cry. After all, the brawlers in this tournament have to fight sword wielders bare handed, what's a sharp hunk of wood? He returns the good natured shrug to his opponent after the wood finds its mark. With a 'what did I expect?' grin plastered to his face.

He seems to almost forget he's in the middle of a fight for a moment there and goes wide-eyed as the actor comes stumbling towards him in a headlong rush.


It's the only sound Buck has time for as he backpedals out of the way of the slam, then shifts to the side to keep away from the grabby arms. "Quick and strong, this is gonna be rough, bud."

Buck brings up his hands, trailing some sort of black cloud and slaps them together as JD goes stumbling past him. The crack of his hands meeting releases a cloud of squid ink into the air around the brawling duo with a sharp outwards rush of chi to propel it. The black cloud hiding at least Buck from sight and cameras for a moment.

COMBATSYS: Buck successfully hits John Doe with Inkblot.

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John Doe         0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0             Buck

Charging headlong through the space that Buck recently occupied, John Doe plants his forward foot and skids to a graceless halt that sends trash and insects skittering for cover. Arms swinging out for balance, he isn't in much of a position to defend himself, only half way turned around when the clap of oily black ink sprays across his left shoulder and face.
It is a little thing, a sneeze and you'd miss it detail, but as the substance splashes across his eyes the actor does not blink. Such is the dedication to his craft.
A fact that, on the whole, proves to be pretty unfortunate, as the crud in his eyes still blinds him all the same. Left hand swiping out in a defensive back fist, he hammers the air just below chest height, before spinning in a sloppy shin kick that cuts an arc around him at knee height. Only then does he think to scrunch his eyes closed, hands lifting to scrub at them with his palms while the stuff soaks into his hoodie to create a black that is even blacker than black. Edgier than edge.

COMBATSYS: Buck dodges John Doe's Mix-Up Combo.

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John Doe         0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0             Buck

This is why Buck always wears black tanktops into battle, if he's wearing a shirt at all. Today was definitely a shirt day and as JD launches his attack into the protective ink cloud, Buck busts out the other side, arms a little stained from the ink but otherwise unbothered, just like a squid. Fancy that. "Don't let up, do ya'?"

Buck isn't sure how long he can keep this matador act going, but as long as its working he's happy to give it his all. But it's clear he might be a little on the defensive with the memory of their few blows exchanged at the rumble.

He pulls his arm back as the ink starts to settle back to the ground, making what will simply become another indecipherable stain on the already hellish patina of the alleyway. The skin on his right arm glistens as it hardens into a carapace, fingers twisting and merging into a giant crustacean claw. It really is an unsettling sight close up, but in the heat of battle it happens quickly. And so he tries to take advantage of that moment where JD is clearing his eyes to step in and sweep the claw around in a hammering backhand.

COMBATSYS: John Doe interrupts Shell Game from Buck with Burial Ground.

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John Doe         0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0             Buck

Buck's complement brings another joyous grin to John Doe's face, white teeth cutting a gleaming slash through the wet drip of ink. Palms scrubbing at his eyes, he isn't in position to see the sudden metamorphosis on display, impressive though it is. But, fortunately for everyone, Matt is.
"Holy shit," blurts the life coach, recoiling away from the sight until his back hits the greasy surface of a brick wall, then jerking away from that even harder. "JD, he's gone Cronenburg!"
Life coach, and movie buff, apparently.
Responding to the warning of his good and dear friend, JD does what any self-respecting actor turned fighter would do when faced with the clacking claw of crustatial doom. He throws himself full on toward the crunch of Buck's steps, crashing into the armored forearm with the soft ripping of spikes tearing across his ink-stained shirt. Still blinking the last of the stuff from his eyes, he wraps his arms about the bigger man and leverages a sudden burst of frightful strength to drag them closer together, trapping the crushing claw between them. Then, with no regard to god or standards of cleanliness, he hooks a leg behind the shapeshifter's and heaves them hard to one side, sending them crashing into the ink and filth in a tangle of limbs.

"Woah!" Buck hollars as he's suddenly being hauled around by his arm, the same exact way anyone would have heard it from him on the back of a mechanical bull. Or maybe a real bull.

He's brought down to the ground, entangled with JD, as something squelches under his back. Rotten banana? He can only hope. "Aw man, I take it back, much worse than muckin' the barn." He still manages to keep his good humor as he tumbles on the alleyway floor. He has to wonder if the NFG brass took into account JD's ground and pound style before picking this particular venue, and if so, he's going to have words. After a shower.

But the trapped claw only provides so much leverage, especially since the shapeshifter that he is it just reduces in size back to his normal arm, which now trapped between them he twists about and tries to slam his palm right into the actor's chest. His left hand coming around in to make a few quick slaps as well, both hands making this tangle even worse as he goops things up with his spiderwebs, which he attempts to affix to JD with each slap.

Though one glob of web does go shooting off Spider-Man style, right towards poor Matt. Probably by accident, probably.

COMBATSYS: Buck successfully hits John Doe with Spin Doctor.

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John Doe         0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0             Buck

Conversely, the squelch and crunch of gunk barely seems to register to John Doe, despite whatever glits and glam lifestyle he must have grown accustomed to. Locked in on the Oklahoman like a dog on a bone, he attempts to crush down harder, to keep the big man's arms trapped as one foot scrabbles at the cement for purchase.
The grunt is low and strained, cool breath wafting across Buck's face as he gets the palm turned between them. The first splat of web causes the actor to recoil, chin swinging up and away to pull his hair far wide of the substance. While it seems ink is perfectly fine, this sticky goop is not.
"Shit shit shit gross shit it got on me!"
Matt's helpful commentary fills the air while JD gets a foot planted and heaves, hauling Buck free of the ground and lunging them both back to their feet. Soaked in ink, coated in grime, and now with his front plastered in sticky webbing, the actor swings about on the spot in an attempt to slam Buck into a brick wall and grind him along its slimy surface, before pulling him back, smashing him toward it one more time for good measure, and releasing to tear at his tops in an attempt to rip them up and off.

COMBATSYS: Buck auto-guards John Doe's Power Throw.

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John Doe         0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0             Buck

Maybe the NFG higher ups took both of these fighters into account on selecting the alley, since Buck certainly seems to be adding to the general mess of the place. His eyes go wide as he's hauled to his feet. He's used to being roughed up by his brothers but they're all as big if not bigger than him, so being hauled about by a smaller guy is certainly something new. He has only a moment to react before he's slammed into the wall.

He takes the hit with just a grunt, and after he's dragged along the brick facade of the alley his tank is left in shreds, but he looks unbothered. He drops back to his feet and tears away the rest of the top (which will soon be a popular internet gif of the two brawler bros stripping off their shirts at eachother) revealing for a moment the turtle shell scutes covering his back before they sink into his skin once more.

"Gotta thank sensei for that idea." He mutters.

But he only takes so much time engrossed in his own world. "Let's try something new!" He hollars, slamming one fist into the palm of the other, his right arm once more shifting though this time the skin's turning grey-black, slick and wet looking, with aquatic webbing between his fingers. It doesn't seem to useful, until he pulls back to start his hook and his skin sparks.

He launches forwards, once more trying to take advantage of JD being distracted by one of his goopier attacks to hopefully land the massive punch that explodes with a CRACK! of bioelectric energy as he makes the swing.

COMBATSYS: John Doe endures Buck's Shock & Awe ES!

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John Doe         1/-----==/=======|-------\-------\0             Buck

The thoroughly soiled shirt and hoodie come free with a single tug, John Doe pausing to wipe his ink-stained face clean on the relatively clean back before tossing it carelessly aside. Glossy hair falling to his shoulders and muscles flexed from the fight, he looks like something pulled straight off the cover of a cheap romance novel. Even the faded Rumble scars across his torso seem artfully displayed, somehow white and only faintly textured rather than the puffy pinkish red they should be. Though, if anyone in the NFG would know about outstanding recovery times it would be Buck himself.
Feet planted, JD takes a moment to size Buck up now that they're back to neutral position. Fists loose at his sides, he seems unconcerned at the bigger fellow's slippery skin change. In fact, even as the punch is chambered, sparks cracking along the limb, he begins to take a step forward.
The actor doesn't even try to block. Whether it be reckless confidence, or a sever lack of survival instinct, he is half way through reaching up toward Buck's neck when the mega-ton punch strikes him square in the ribs.
Breath knocked from his lungs in an explosive grunt, the brawler reaches through the pain, through the audible crunch of broken ribs and the faint give beneath the Oklahoman's knuckles. Despite the electricity that burns a visible trail of branching black lines down his torso, he grasps for the larger man's throat, fingers closing like the jaws of life.
If he can secure that grip, he will hoist Buck clean off his feet, holding him arm straight like a villain from some ridiculous movie. Left shoulder sagging slightly with lack of support, he will turn, entire body snapping in a whip-crack of motion to smash his opponent full-on into a nearby dumpster. He will flex his arm, dragging the other man free, and swing him around the other direction toward the partially scraped wall, then catapult him up and over his head in a lobbing throw likely to send him across the alley and smashing hard into the opposite wall.

COMBATSYS: Buck auto-guards John Doe's Dawn Of The Dead.

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John Doe         0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0             Buck

That attack seems to work better than even Buck hopes, and for a moment he looks shocked. Though maybe that was JDs rather unconventional defense, though perhaps not considering he's done that in the past himself. But he is looking at his fist, shifting back into its normal appearance, with a wild grin. "Oo.. that tingl.. hurk!"

His words cut off as he's grabbed by the neck, but as he's about to get hoisted up into the air his head goes up as the rest of his body stays right where it's standing, like some claymation horror. A good look into the slitted pupils he's sporting might indicate why, or the fine scales that have formed along his entire elongated serpentine neck. It's even too flexible and it throws the whole attack from JD off, letting his neck and head just sort of bend around from the flinging, as he hooks an arm through a nearby fire escape to keep himself planted where he is.

With his neck finally realeased he brings his head back around to face JD, now quite snakey looking as he opens his mouth wide, snake fangs dripping, and with the sound of the worlds grossest loogie, Buck launches a ball of snake venom right at JD. He's just getting all the fun attacks thrown at him today.

COMBATSYS: Buck successfully hits John Doe with Spit Take.

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John Doe         0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0             Buck

Flailing, swinging, and slamming as best as he can, John Doe flaps the shapeshifter's neck every which way before finally letting go, sagging hard to the left until his shoulder thumps into the solid bricks he so recently tried to smash him through. Arm tucked in against his side, he gives a slight tilt of the head, slanting a look up at Buck full of equal parts confusion and amusement. Dark brow ticking up, he gives a little quirk of his lips as if to say, 'Well, that didn't work.'
And that's about all he has time to do before the wad of poisonous spit comes hacking down toward him at speed.
Shoulder sliding across the grime, the actor does his best to topple sideways out of the line of fire. Helped along by the slippery slime that coats it, he just about manages the feat before his right arm and shoulder is splattered with sizzling spit, face twisting into a very pronounced 'ugh' face that is echoed from across the alley.
"Dude, can't you turn into bulls and birds and shit? Quit making this weird! comes Matt's indignant call.
Venom still burning against his skin, JD shrugs away from the wall in an unsteady lurch, head hanging in evident weariness. Dark hair spilling forward to obscure his face, he flings his arm out wide, splattering the ground with discarded poison, before hurling himself forward with a heavy, right-handed straight, his left arm held low against his side to support his busted ribs.

COMBATSYS: Buck dodges John Doe's Dash Punch.

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John Doe         0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0             Buck

Buck's neck snaps back into place, though he stumbles a bit looking a tad green, and not from shapeshifting into a frog. He had never tried that before and having his head move that independant of his body? Well, not good for the senses. He keeps his hand on the fire escape behind him for a moment to steady himself, giving his head a shake to clear his swimming vision. "Remind me not to do that too much."

He does have enough sense to point right at Matt and hollar, "It's called intimidation factor, man!" Then in a softer mumble, "at least no one drank it this time."

Luckily he doesn't take his attention off of JD for too long, releasing his grip and doing his best impression of the actor as he stumbles a couple steps out of the way, still a touch unsteady.

Not unsteady enough to get his body moving in the right direction again, towards his opponent. He uses the slight stumnble to put himself into a slight spin, lashing out with a heavy backhanded blow.

COMBATSYS: John Doe fails to interrupt Aggressive Strike from Buck with Uppercut.

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John Doe         0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0             Buck

Fist whipping through the space Buck so recently occupied, John Doe lurches after the retreating brawler, the pair of them staggering about like a couple of drunks in a Waffle House.
"Ugh, for real man..." comes Matt's continued grumbling, the bleach blonde still trying to scrape webbing off of his arm. "Does it come off with water? Seriously it's so sticky."
Completely caught up in his own woes, the Life Coach fails to notice as JD increases the pace of his stagger, left knee buckling into a deep sway of a lean. Fist curled low at his side, he explodes forward in a rush, left arm sweeping up from his side with supernatural strength. Whether he actually needed to support his ribs and just decided this was more important, or the entire maneuver was a clever attempt at a feint, it all falls apart when Buck's longer arm whips right over his approaching fist and catches him full in the face. Inky black hair spraying forward from the blow, he wibbles, wobbles, and stumbles back a step, all momentum lost as he wheels dazedly about.
If it were anyone else in the NFG, they'd probably have hit the dirt by now. Then again, if it were anyone else in the NFG, they probably wouldn't have been dumb enough to try that.

Buck does have the answer on how to get the webbing off. But he's a little too preoccupied at the moment to provide that to poor Matt. It's taking all his effort to keep himself away from John Doe and those punishing blows. He learned his lesson in the Rumble well it seems.

The shapeshifting farmboy isn't letting up on his end, either. Nor would he expect any of his opponents in the NFG to do so if the roles were reversed. The fight is still going until it's called and who knows what can happen before then.

This close, straight up brawling still seems to be the answer rather than any of his fancier tricks.

Stepping in close, the backhand is followed up by a swinging hook aimed right at JD's center. It looks like Buck is aiming to finish this off while he still has the stumbling actor on the proverbial ropes.

COMBATSYS: Buck successfully hits John Doe with Medium Punch.

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John Doe         0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0             Buck

An attempt is made.
While Matt gripes and grumbles, his attention focused on the gunk clinging to his arm, John Doe has just enough awareness left in him to finally attempt a retreat. Staggering back a step, he impacts the edge of a crusty dumpster with both shoulders, jarring to an abrupt halt as Buck's punch rockets in to hammer him square on. Already shaky knees threatening to give out, skin cold with what must be shock, he sags forward toward the bigger man...
Arms reaching, he grabs at the bigger fellow's middle, forehead falling forward toward his stomach. Then, in a last, convulsive effort, he straightens bolt upright, body going stiff as a stricken corpse. Set and still, he topples backward, the motion threatening to swing the farmboy up and over his head to crash skull-first into the disgusting dumpster while the actor lies stretched out beside it, strings cut.
A moment of silence stretches, Matt's complaining finally having muttered away to nothing.
A distant car honks.
"So, when's this fight going to start?" Matt asks, finally looking up to find his charge laid out on the ground and the camera crew starting to wind things up.

COMBATSYS: John Doe can no longer fight.

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Buck             0/-------/--=====|

COMBATSYS: John Doe successfully hits Buck with Cemetery Man.

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Buck             1/-------/=======|

Buck is about to wind up another punch but stops when he seess the state of his opponent. It's hard to tell with John Doe what stumbling is part of his normal act and what is from fatigue, and he hesitates.

It's enough that he can't get his guard up in time, eyes going wide as JD latches on to him. "Are you o.." That's all that he manages to say before he's lifted off his feet and sent head first into the side of the dumpster.

Buck is lucky he has a pretty thick skull, and the resounding sound of bone on metal echoes like a gong through the alley.

He drops to the ground after the strike, gripping the top of his head. "Ah, heck. Just when I was seein; straight again." He shakes his head and stumbles to his feet, bringing his arms up in a defensive posture. "Ain't gonna end me that.." And then he sees JD laying on the alley ground and drops his hands.

He steps up next to the prone actor, not really noticing if he's conscious or not and crouches on his heels beside him. "Burgers." He says evenly. "I need burgers. You, too." He says with a little poke at JD's shoulder. Then he points right at Matt and calls out, "Hey! When he's up, we're getting burgers! You, too!"

COMBATSYS: Buck has ended the fight here.

Log created on 05:04:03 09/13/2023 by John Doe, and last modified on 10:48:46 09/17/2023.