Neo League 151 - #174: Vyle vs Riko

Description: Vyle gets a live demonstration of the latest ninja technology! (Winner: Vyle)

Now we return you to the main event, already in progress....

At least, that's what they'd say if this fight was televised. As it is, this match is one of those small, local deals, for people who have either not broken through in wrestling yet, or have fallen off the radar for one reason or another. So which one is Vyle? Well, technically, he's one of the latter, having been blacklisted from many of the major federations since it was found out that he was using real poison in his poison mist back in the ICWF. But hey...he's still wrestling, amongst other things. And he's doing a damn good job of it too, from the way he's whipping about his larger opponent like nothing. As the small crowd claps in appreciation for the athletic display, the luchadore quickly jumps onto one of the top turnbuckles, waiting for his foe to turn around. Then, with a leap, he jumps at him, grabbing his arm on the way down, locking his legs around the shoulder, then dragging him down in a vicious armbreaker. Will no one stop his in-ring rampage?!

Tough question. Let's ask the Magic 8-ball, shall we?

*shnk* *shnk* *shnk*

Signs point to yes.

Up in the rafters, on the ceiling of the wrestling hall...a small figure peers at the black plastic sphere in her hands, squinting through the plastic viewing port. She shrugs, puts the toy away, and stands. She's not quite visible, up there - nobody looks UP while watching a wrestling match, and even if they did, they'd be blinded by the fluorescent light just beyond the girl's perch.

Her voice, though, is audible, as she folds her arms and yells: "MISTER VERNON CROSS?"

Vyle blinks, stopping in mid rise as he releases his legs from the arm-breaker, glaring up at the voice coming from the rafters. Alas, the lights make it too hard to pick Riko out above them. Without a figure to take his anger out on, he turns toward his opponent, grabbing him by the head and shouting in his face. "WHO IS THAT?! WHO'S BREAKIN' KAYFABE?! I THOUGHT THIS WAS A STRAIGHT UP MATCH, NOT SOME SHOOT *@$&!" he shouts. All he gets, however, is some random mutterings in Japanese, far too fast for Vyle, with his limited knowledge of the language, to grasp. Frustrated, he drops the poor guy's head down, legit, forcing him to grasp at the back of his head as the sick one looks up. Gritting his teeth, he signals for a mic from someone. Thankfully, the fed is large enough that they DO have a decent sound system hook up for him to talk through. Once he gets a mike, he lifts up and grits his teeth again, loud enough for the mic to pick up. "Just who the HELL are you?!" he shouts, some scattered mumurings from the crowd. This wouldn't be too out of place in the more showy American matches, but odd for such a minor Puro fed. "I'm here in the middle of a goddamn match, and I have some freaky little punk shouting down at me from the rafters? Who do you think you are, Crow?" Climbing up on the turnbuckle to get a bit more of height to him as he speaks, he points up toward the rafters, trying to see beyond the lights to find the source. "Come on out, if you're calling me out, you've just picked the wrong goddamn day! You wanna get sick, I'm gonna give you an overdose of Vyle!"

"Jeez, chill, Mister Cross," the voice answers, in a lilting, cheerful soprano. In English, no less - probably a merciful fact for Vyle, in light of his aforementioned difficulties with Japanese. One -less- irritation, anyway. Not that the situation isn't annoying enough already.

The silhouetted figure standing behind the light, balanced on the steel girders beneath the ceiling...isn't at all large. Granted, details are almost impossible to see, but from the voice and size, the speaker can't be more than a teenager. A girl, at that. Not that she, whoever she is, is at all intimidated by the angry wrestler...or the confused murmur of the crowd. "It's bad for your blood pressure, could get a coronary or something. 's not like this is -important-, I mean...this isn't a -real- fight."

Yes, definitely a good thing that she's speaking English. That means all his shouting and promoing aren't ust waisted breath. However, that doesn't seem to lessen Vyle's irritation any.

He does manage to spot Riko, but with the light blinding him, and the fact that Riko's not particularly large, he can't make much out. Like said before, all he can figure out is gleaned from her voice. "Not a REAL fight? Not a REAL FIGHT?! That's it, come down here, and I'll show just what a real fight is!" Looks like Riko struck a bad nerve...he HATES it when someone insinuates wrestling isn't real. Sure, it's scripted...but the pain can be just as real, ya know.

"Cool! Was hoping you'd say that!"

The figure behind the light claps her hands twice...and, down in the spectator stands, a confused-looking man in a Masters Neo-League jacket stumbles into the aisle, coming down the stairs from the back of the hall. He looks rather disoriented for some reason, bewildered, as if he's not -quite- clear where he is, or even how he got there. He seems to sober up after a few seconds, though, squinting up at the rafters...just as Riko, the person who dragged him here, continues in a cheery voice: "I've invited Mister O'Reilly-san from the Neo League to referee, I hope you won't mind a -real- challenge, will you?"

Vyle snorts, watching the man in the recognizable jacket speeds down the aisle. "Hrmph. Like I care. You want a League match, you want a street brawl, whatever. I wrestled in a *#$&ING RAGE IN THE CAGE MATCH! I've been bodyslammed from balconies on to burning tables and suplexed into steel tacks from a /20-FT. *#@$&ING LADDER!/ You think this is a real challenge?! *@#& YOU AND BRING IT ON!" he shouts, tossing the mic away and bouncing off the ropes behind him. He glares at his old opponent still in the ring, shooing him off as the crowd murmurs still, though the American-style wrestling fans eat up his promo like mad.

COMBATSYS: Vyle has started a fight here.

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Vyle             0/-------/-------|

Not the Neo League guy, though. The League official seems distinctly -peturbed- by this...and reluctant to enter the ring, like a wrestling referee. So he does the prudent thing and stays in the stands, standing in the aisle by the front-row seats.

Vyle's challenger, though - she seems amused. Very much so. The girl laughs lightly, then drops down from the ceiling. She lands, in a crouch, on one of the corner posts. She's a small girl, can't be more than 13 or 14, dressed in a black t-shirt, cargo khaki shorts, sneakers...and a fuzzy panda backpack. She grins, though, -widely-, eyes gleaming as she cocks her head at Vyle. "Yeah? Okay...FIGHT!"

Without taking her eyes from Vyle, she makes a slashing gesture towards the Neo League referee - and the local wrestling ring operators and commentators, only just now recovering from the shock.

COMBATSYS: Riko has joined the fight here.

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Riko             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Vyle

COMBATSYS: Riko focuses on her next action.

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Riko             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Vyle

Snorting once Riko drops down from the rafters, the wrestler, shakes his head. "You're calling me out when you're barely out of preschool? Christ, I'd say to come back when you're not jailbait, but since you've pissed me off enough to the point that I just don't care...screw it, you're dead!"

Dropping back against the ropes behind him again, he slings himself off the sides, charging right toward Riko with no reservations. As he reaches the teen ninja, he leaps up, legs lifting up as he tilts nearly horizontal in the air. Then, with a thrust of his feet, he dropkicks right toward the ninja's face, hoping to knock her silly with the shot.

COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Riko with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -

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Riko             0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0             Vyle

Oh, he knocks her alright - clean off her perch on the turnbuckle, with a solid CRACK to her jaw. The girl goes flying, toppling backward, out of the ring...a hit that -had- to hurt. But she twists, snapping her head back around, that grin -still- on her face, a trickle of blood running from the corner of a split lip. She flicks a hand out as she flips, landing on the metal railing separating spectators from the action - a few rather more -wary- audience members squirming away in their seats as she does so.

And in the air? A sharpened throwing weapon flickers towards Vyle, a ninja throwing knife, polished to a mirror sheen.

COMBATSYS: Vyle negates Sleight of Hand from Riko with Venom Breath.

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Riko             0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0             Vyle

Vyle quickly climbs up the turnbuckle as soon as he gets up from the dropkick, pointing down at the grounded Riko and taunting her, much to the dislike of the crowd as they boo the heel. Though Riko gets up a lot quicker than someone in a wrestling match would've, he's not loath in responding right back at her. Spotting the projectile thrown at him, he prods at the side of his throat, waiting until the sharpened bit nears before spitting out at it, a thick, ugly green mist stopping the kunai before it can hit him. Though Riko's too far away to be effected by the cloud, the Venom Breath still did it's job.

Blown off-course by the gout of foul vapour from Vyle's throat, the kunai seems to quiver, almost -hesitating- in the air...before dropping down, tip sinking into the mat. A nice move on Vyle's part, an impressive display the audience appreciates - judging from their reaction. But the green cloud also briefly obscured Riko from view. And when it fades...she isn't there.

Possibly because she's now standing on -another- turnbuckle, -behind- Vyle. A faint rippling in the air around the girl, as she almost seems to melt into view. She fans her nose, theatrically, and chirps - not seeming to care that this gives her element of surprise away - "...ewwwww, too many burritos, dude."

She fans her nose with -one- hand, anyway. The other palms a second blade - as she leaps into the air, heading towards Vyle. Stabbing, forward.

COMBATSYS: Riko successfully hits Vyle with Medium Strike.

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Riko             0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0             Vyle

Indeed, as the Venom Breath clears, Vyle notices that Riko is kind Growling, he looks around, trying to find where she is. However, Riko gives her location away well enough with her oneliner. Turning around, he moves off the turnbuckle to face Riko...only to get stabbed in the shoulder by the ninja, pinning him back into the turnbuckle with a sharp grunt. "NGhh....dammit." Pushing off the corner, he lunges at Riko, trying to grab her head and yank her head down into the mat as he falls, hoping to score with a nice, sharp neckbreaker.

COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Riko with Medium Throw.

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Riko             0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0             Vyle

Riko makes a small whimper of pain, as she's driven to the mat by her much larger opponent. Hitting hard enough to make a rather drastic stereo WHAM that shakes the ring. Emphasised by the faint follow-up whump of Riko's kunai - the one she buried in Vyle's shoulder - sliding free from the shallow wound and bouncing on the mat right after its mistress.

Odd, really. There wasn't really enough -movement- to dislodge the weapon, at least not like -that-...

But it's not as if anyone in the audience has time to notice, much less speculate on that. 'cause even now, Riko's turning her whimper into an exultant yell, as she squirms free of Vyle's grasp, whips -another- of those kunai into her hands, blade pointing downward from her closed fist...she tries to leap away -and- thrust the knife in one fluid movement.

Hardly a serious attack, almost reflective, with little force behind it. But then, the -knife- isn't the point...pun unintended. What is? Well...maybe the crackling nimbus of electrical energy dancing round the burnished blade, glowing bright blue.

COMBATSYS: Riko successfully hits Vyle with Chaos Theory EX.

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Riko             0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0             Vyle

Vyle slowly gets up after hitting the neckbreaker, rolling onto his stomach and pushing himself up to his knees. However, he has little time to react before the ninja slashes out at him with the kunai. He manages to reel back from the slash...but finds himself bowled over by the energy surrounding the weapon, dropped to the ground with a harsh thud. "NGHH....SUNUVA...." Growling, he remains on the ground, pushing himself forward with his hands until his legs are near Riko's. Then, with a flip, he tries to drop Riko onto her face as well with a swift drop toe hold.

COMBATSYS: Riko blocks Vyle's Fast Throw.

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Riko             0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0             Vyle

Caught by Vyle's attack, Riko gives an 'eep' of surprise - and whipped off her feet, she drops the kunai in her hand. The last of the blue glow fading as it clatters down, joining its brethren on the canvas. And Riko too hits the mat, once again. But not, perhaps, in the manner that Vyle intended. She manages to twist round, to break her fall - though she clearly doesn't completely diffuse the impact, she at least manages to do /enough/ to prevent it from being as painful as it could be. And with a display of agility, she comes up in a roll. Dipping her hand into the panda backpack behind her, pulling -another- of those throwing knives from a compartment in the animal's head.

"Nah, -daughterofa-, not -son-! C'mon, Mister Cross, can't you tell?"

She flings the blade at him. But it goes long. Even if he just -stands- there, the thing'd miss him by a mile.

'course, the knife's trailing a line of near-invisible wire, wire that, after a tug from Riko's hands, tries to coil round Vyle's arm as Riko starts running in the opposite direction, a rather nasty -snare- to yank the joint in a painful manner.

COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Houdini from Riko with Antidote.

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Riko             0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0             Vyle

Wrapping it around his arm, however, is probably the worse thing Riko could have done. Once it's taut enough, the luchadore quickly pulls back his arm, trying to shunt Riko's momentum and pull her toward him. "No...why don't I get a closer look, mm?" he asks, grinning evilly as he grasps around Riko's neck and shoulder and pulls her up into the air. "Ooh, I suppose you are, ain't ya?" he says with a nasty look before he drops her down from the air, letting her face crash down onto his shoulder.

"'s right," Riko replies, somewhat woozily - hard not to be, when you've just had the air forcefully expelled from your lungs by a hit like that...her head lolls, eyes half-lidded, as she hangs limply off Vyle's shoulder. Her nose wrinkles, then - the man's sweat's a fairly effective replacement for smelling salts, though, in forcing her back to wakefulness.

"Remember that for -FUTURE REFERENCE!-"

A scramble of limbs...and she pushes herself -away-, arcing into the air.

COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Riko's One Hit Wonder EX.

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Riko             0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1             Vyle

And as she flies, she...doesn't quite throw, more -drops-...another of those kunai in her wake. It tumbles, end-over-end, spinning erratically. Possibly because of the blue electrical glow. Possibly because of the...battery? Battery...duct-taped? its hilt? Odd.

But perhaps understandable, given the big -BOOM- it makes.

The Kunai-Battery Bomb doesn't hurt as much as it should, even as close as Vyle is to it when it drops. But that's possibly because the luchadore rolled up the best he can to avoid getting completely bowled over by it. Mind, it STILL hurts, but not enough to really deter the man. "Gnhh....little bitch. I'll call you whatever I want," he snaps. Slumping back into the corner behind him, he waits it out, deciding to take a bit of time to rethink some of his strategy...

COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.

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Riko             0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1             Vyle

"Well," Riko replies, as she lands in the -other- corner, the one opposite from Vyle, "'little' is good, but I dunno about 'bitch'...I'd say I'm more a panda, not a puppy..."

She reaches an arm behind her back, and pats the head of her furry panda backpack. While nodding, herself, face composed into an expression of perfect seriousness.

Her other hand, the one not patting the panda on the head...slides into one of the pockets of her shorts.

COMBATSYS: Riko gathers her will.

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Riko             1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1             Vyle

"Whatever, you're still a little bitch," Vyle snaps. Seeing as Riko hangs back as well, the wrestler decides he may as well go in for the kill. Charging the turnbuckle Riko perches upon, the heel reaches out, trying to essentially vault himself up to the top of the turnbuckle as well, garnering several oohs from the crowd. Grabbing for the ninja's head, he springs off, trying to drop to the outside and yank Riko's head into a harsh bulldog drop right onto the railing outside.

COMBATSYS: Riko blocks Vyle's Strong Throw.

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Riko             1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1             Vyle

And Riko's head -glances- off the railing, a hit that leaves a trail of blood on the metal from a fresh gash in her temple. But the sound of her skull colliding with the barricade wasn't -as- loud as it should be. Perhaps 'cause while her head's being grasped by Vyle...her body's coiled up, hand and legs -gripping- Vyle in turn. Entangled round his -arm-, in fact. Before she untangles and springboards off. Landing with one foot on the railing, her other foot trying to kick him bodily back into the ring. Or at least, towards it.

COMBATSYS: Riko successfully hits Vyle with Hidden Tactics.

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Riko             0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1             Vyle

And as the wrestler gets kicked - that move was really meant to put him between her and the ring...Riko pulls out a garage door opener from her backpack. And thumbs the button on the side.

You know all the kunai Riko scattered around in the fight? The one she threw, the ones that she kept dropping after hitting Vyle with them?


They had plastic explosive in them. Crammed into the hollow handles.

And the ring goes -BOOM-.

The crowd gasps and oohs as the kunai explodes, sending Vyle barreling into the air, over the railing, and into the crowd, the luchadore smoking severely as he writhes from the sneaky ninja explosive attack. However, the wrestler is still strong enough to pull himself up, accidently kicking a salaryman in the face as he rolls into the aisle. Growling, he lurches down, going into a low stance, arms held low near the ground. "YOu just signed your deathwarrant, bitch." He lurches forward even more...before his whole body whips back, arms spread wide as he shouts, "OUTBREAK!" Charging the railing, he leaps over, arms held wide as he tries to tackle Riko down to the ground viciously by her legs...

COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Riko with Outbreaker.

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Riko             1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0             Vyle

Oh yeah, time to inject some real pain into the match. Pulling himself up after the tackle, Vyle lifts Riko's legs up, tucking her ankles beneath each of his armpits. "HAHAHAHAHAHAH!" After allowing himself an evil laugh, he jumps up, pulling the ninja teen with him as he soars into the air. As he rises, he flips back, pulling Riko with him with his toes hooked on her shoulders. He keeps flipping, dropping forward over the ring ropes. Then.....

*WHAAAAM!* Completing one last flip, he drives Riko's face right into the mat, centrifugal force hammering her into the canvas, even as Vyle wrenches back even further to wreak havoc on her back. The crowd roars as the Volatile one hits his signature finisher: the Outbreaker.

Riko coughs, as she props herself up on one elbow, flopping round on the scorched canvas - explosive shrapnel-kunai going off leave a mark. Though, of course, her being slammed into the mat does as well. The spots of blood demonstrate that. She hacks a cough, then shakes her head. "Silly man," she rasps...


A burst of light, bright retina-searing blue. And Riko isn't there. Her -backpack- is, though, apparently left behind in her vanishing act.

Riko's voice floats down from the rafters: "...the Japanese legal system takes -ages- to impose the death penalty..."

Meanwhile, her bag, the pack in the shape of a large fluffy panda bear, seems to...twitch. As something in it goes:


And then boom.

Before the smoke clears, Riko makes her final escape, half limping, half-jumping, out at roof-level.

COMBATSYS: Riko can no longer fight.

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Vyle             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Riko's Hidden Tactics.

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Vyle             0/-------/-------|

Vyle lifts his arm up after releasing RIko, letting her hack about as he celebrates hitting the Outbreaker. However, the flash of light stuns him a bit, forcing him to cover his eyes. He then glares at the backpack in the center of the ring. He hears Riko's voice echo out to him...then the bag twitching. "Oh sh..." Diving out of the ring through the ropes, he rolls underneath the ring JUST as it goes off, letting the mat protect him. Once he's assured to be safe, he rolls back out...and nothing. No Riko, no bag, no nada. "....bitch," he snaps, pulling himself slowly into the ring underneath the bottom rope. As soon as he stands, he gets a host of cheers, not because they like him, but just from the spectacular match they saw. The brightly colored wrestler frowns, not able to connect with cheers as much as he can boos...but he takes it anyways, lifting his hands up with fingers split into a V-sign before he starts to limp away himself. "Mghh...*#$*%ing ninjas..." he grumbles, hobbling down the aisle to the back.

Log created by Riko, and last modified on 12:10:04 02/05/2006.