Neo League 151 - #175: Alma vs Ramon

Description: Hiten-Ryu versus Lucha Libre in the subway system! Includes: Alma standing on the ceiling, Ramon Toughing Out a geyser of Psycho Power with his face, Alma getting run over by a subway train, Ramon Toughing Out a geyser of Psycho Power with his face, and... did I mention the face thing? (Winner: Alma)

It's been a few hours since Ramon qualified for Wednesday Night Breakdown at the Duck Pond by smashing and getting smashed into a dance floor with crazy random disco light-up tiles. It's been quite a day. Standing at the designated area for his league match, Ramon looks around at the dull surroundings, hands in his bright neon green pants. After awhile he begins to whistle an old Spanish sonnet his mother often sang to lull him to sleep. He might be a bundle of energy condensed into a 5'6" man, but he's never seemed to have much of a problem with waiting. The train occasionally stops by, loading and dropping off passengers. It's been a fairly steady night for the industry, but not to the point where it'd be too crowded for a fight. Most of Metro City's inhabitants get to the station just before the next train arrives, so the rushes are infrequent yet concentrated.

A tall young man stands in quiet contemplation, his beautiful face reflected in the oiled metal of the subway cars slowing to a stop before him.
~ Well, from a purely aesthetic standpoint, only some of this graffiti has genuine merit. Of course, I would argue that beauty can be found anywhere; in this case, in the manner in which the poorly done graffiti is displayed -- an example of humanity's everpresent desire to imprint itself on its reality, the natural drive to self-expression that has nothing to do with high-mindedness -- but... all things considered, given the choice... I'd have it removed. Mmn. ~
The sliding doors open, and content with his conclusion, Alma Towazu, psychic prettyboy extraordinaire and professional warrior-model, enters the scene.
Fighter he may be, but it's clear that this young man appears on magazine covers for a reason. There is an angelic quality to his good looks, caught at the crux between boyhood and manhood, gifted with highly defined cheekbones and jaw but a softness to his eyes and lips. His face, if not his frame, reveals his tender age quite clearly, but his hazel eyes are unique in their depth: low-lidded, he casts about with a serenely unassuming and mild gaze, yet the brightness within them cannot be denied. Though apparently passive, his relaxed stance is especially poised. He's... photogenic.
Which is good, because those security cameras seem to be shifting to watch him. And shifting to watch Ramon, too...
~ He's got the eyepatch and the right kind of aura... okay! ~
The last of the passengers get off -- conveniently leaving Ramon alone. At least, alone until a long shadow falls over him; the shadow of a much taller, blonde, and very polite-looking young man. "Ramon-san?" the youth says softly and calmly, inclining his head slightly. Then he smiles. "I am Alma Towazu. I challenge you."

COMBATSYS: Ramon has started a fight here.

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Ramon            0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Alma has joined the fight here.

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Ramon            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Alma

Hands in pockets and sonnet in mind, Ramon looks through the new crowd only momentarily before turning his back to the train again. This 'Alma' must be getting here from some other kind of transportation. Oh well, it's a nice night, and the night sky is visible if you stand near the bottom of the stairs. Ramon doesn't get such deep thoughts done in this kind of situation. The graffiti? Not bad, but there's much better back home. The smells? A faint scent of urine and old people, but hey, it's masked by a new pine scent applied by the administration, which is nice. Besides that, there's not much to the surroundings.
Ramon turns in slight surprise as his name is announced across the station, and a shining grin adorns his handsome features quickly. "That's me. But it's only Ramon, no 'san'." He's never going to get used to Japanese customs at this rate. "And it's good to meet you, chico! I hope that you won't take this too seriously, and then we can both have some fun! Then we can both walk away from this happy, no matter the outcome." Turning his side to Alma and hopping slightly, one arm at his leg, the other raised at his side, Ramon beckons with a slight jerk of his head. "Come, show me what you can do, chico."

COMBATSYS: Ramon focuses on his next action.

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Ramon            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Alma

Alma grins winningly as he steps back a pace, straightening his posture as he shifts his right leg forward slightly, eyes sparkling lightly. "I appreciate your sentiment," he replies, "but you should know that this will be an official Neo League match..."
"W-We're very sorry about this, Mr. Towazu," the harried official is saying. "But we... can't seem to find your opponent right now. He, uh, he was last spotted walking into the Duck Pond and getting into a fight, but that was an hour ago, and... well... perhaps you'd... like to reschedule? I, uh... we're very sorry to have wasted your time, but..."
The tall youth, calmly expressionless until now, smiles, features brightening.
"Don't worry, sir," Alma replies. "I'm sure I'll find him."
"Find... him? But... are you sure...? Sir!"
Alma glances over his shoulder one last time, still smiling. "Well," he says, "sometimes I can get lucky with things like this..."
" please," Alma finishes, grin widening, "do your best."
The security cameras shift to them, capturing it all...
And Alma lunges. Skipping forward lightly, shifting his right knee in an aggressive stance, he instead lashes out with a series of blurring jabs, mixing in a quick step kick to Ramon's shin in an attempt to disrupt his opponent's gathering momentum, before unleashing the meat of the attack: a fierce right hook punch to the side of Ramon's head. If Alma's beginning attacks succeed at unbalancing his opponent, he may just score. "Hmph!" A quiet grunt of effort, eyes narrowed but face relaxed.

COMBATSYS: Ramon parries Alma's Strong Punch!

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Ramon            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Alma

Ramon gives a short nod, smiling and tilting his head from side to side until pops are heard. "I'm well aware, chico, but thanks for the thought." The wrestler gives a small wink of acknowledgement to his opponent before the match kicks off to a roaring start.
Ramon deftly evades the first few strikes, grabbing the last punch and frowning a bit. "Surely you must be faster than that, chico..." And with that, Ramon places his other hand on Alma's wrist and turns sharply, heaving his opponent up and over his shoulder...
Straight into the cement, back first. Owch. "Now then!" Ramon says with a bright tone of encouragement residing within. "Get up and try again. The first rule of lucha libre is to never give up! The next is to make everything look good, which involves incoherent screaming in your native tongue."

COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Ramon's Strong Throw EX.

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Ramon            0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0             Alma

Alma's eyes widen ever so slightly as Ramon neatly grabs his wrist, the only sign he shows of his realization that he's really underestimated the 'momentum' of /this/ opponent...
And indeed, he's thrown over Ramon's shoulder -- only he twists, and rather than landing on his back, he lands on his palms, springing back neatly and sinking into a graceful crouch. "Lucha libre...?" the tall youth murmurs, reaching up to idly push a couple blonde red-tinged bangs out of his eyes. "'Free fighting'...?" Admittedly, Alma is a speaker of Portuguese, not Spanish, but perhaps he gets the gist of it. Whatever the case, by the way his grin returns, eyes brightening, it seems like he likes it. "Huh! Never give up and make everything look good? That sounds a bit like Hiten-Ryu, too."
Alma's movements are subtle, and at first glance he /seems/ to be much more grounded than Ramon's style, but if you look closely, there is a definite rhythm to the way Alma's hands and feet shift... it's less overt, almost /casual/, but still...
"Native tongue?" the young man continues as he circles his opponent, face and voice deadpan mild, "Well, if you insist--" And then suddenly he's lashing out with his right hand, a blinding flare erupting as white-pink flame coils around his fingertips and emanates over his forearm, the soulfire taking the form of a small spear with which he attempts to pierce Ramon's... well, it looks like his face, but really, it's his spirit. Just take my word for it. And best of all, it's accompanied by an extremely hearty and completely genuine:

[OOC] Ramon says, "The attack name makes me feel like you're wearing a beret and you've got a really bad goatee :p"

[OOC] Alma says, "Thankfully, this is not the case. XD"

COMBATSYS: Ramon interrupts Self Expression from Alma with Flying Body Attack.

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Ramon            0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0             Alma

Ramon gives a curt nod, "Indeed! Actually, I mixed that up. The /second/ rule of Lucha Libre is to never give up, and the /third/ rule is to look as good as possible." Easing into a lower stance, Ramon flashes a grin of a devious nature. "Want to know the first rule?" This is just the rule that Ramon made up and put at first when he started. It's not even mentioned until about rule 8, but that's alright, as long as Ramon remembers to shift all the first 7 accordingly.
"Be as extreme as possible! Jump off of /everything/!" He says in a jovial way that doesn't show he's too serious.
Ramon turns around and bolts for the nearest pillar supporting the station, running /up/ it for a good dozen feet, all the while screaming, "ˇEsto es el pilar grande que yo ahora subiré y graaaaah!", before he launches off at speeds of 'Woooooo!', twisting to send a kick for Alma's face-ular region. But it seems the young lad has prepared an attack of his own, and as soon as his kick connects, a spear pierces through his thigh... Without any wound whatsoever. However, Ramon collapses to the floor, staring at the ceiling with one wide pupil, flashes of his childhood racing through his mind.
Ramon finally pulls himself to his feet, breathing heavily and trying to make sense of what just happened. .oO(It was nothing, just keep fighting.)

[OOC] Dr. Tran cracks up. XD

[OOC] Alma says, "...sweet. XD"

[OOC] Ramon says, "The power of lucha libre."

~ Oh... my face-ular region. That's the moneymaker... ~
Alma's a bit dazed himself -- Hiten-Ryu doesn't have much leaping off of pillars, that's for sure -- but he rolls to his feet neatly all the same. Now, theoretically Ramon's recovering or something here, so Alma's first natural instinct is to leap forward and keep his opponent prone; but he doesn't want to follow his instincts, he wants to /flow/. He wants to hit his own rhythm. And he can't seem to grab a hold of the flow of this fight yet, because his opponent is so... so... bouncy.
With a slight but eminently good-natured grin, Alma settles, and breathes.
Reaching out with his mind, the young fighting model watches Ramon's body with his eyes and his aura with his... aura eyes?... and tries to get them to synch up. By emptying himself with his breaths, Alma feels himself paradoxically 'fill up', surging with fighting spirit and beginning to hear feel the beat of this fight, beginning to feel the joy of the challenge sing in his veins as he measures the tempo of the battle.
...hey, are those maracas in the background...?

COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.

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Ramon            0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1             Alma

Having shaken off that little startlement, Ramon grins once again and starts hopping about like a ball of energy, even more rapidly than before. "Hmmmmm..." Sensing that Alma won't be going on the offensive anytime super-soon, Ramon tries to think of what to do next that'll throw his opponent off-guard. Then, without thinking, he blasts towards Alma, leaving a trail of dust behind him, and decides it's time to show Alma why he's the Lucha Libre champion. Ramon seems to go straight for Alma before leaping to the side, then to the other side, then grabbing Alma by the bottom of his chin and whipping his arm up and sending Alma's noggin straight for the ceiling. Quite an impressive throw, even if not very flashy.

COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Ramon's Medium Throw.

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Ramon            0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1             Alma

Bouncing off of things, huh...
Alma tilts his chin up, and watches calmly as Ramon approaches -- and grabs him by the chin, and hurls him into the air. Huh. Well, that was easy. And now Alma will bash his head against the ceiling--
--or he would, if he hadn't suddenly tucked and flipped in midair, slamming his feet on the ceiling and absorbing the force gracefully as for a moment he defies gravity with supernatural acrobatics. There's a split second where he's able to stare down, face calm, at his opponent -- before he thrusts with his legs, and with a fierce deep battle cry twists, legs suddenly flaring up with white soulfire, and aims a fierce flaming hooking kick to Ramon's body. Snap.

COMBATSYS: Ramon endures Alma's Shooting Star EX.

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Ramon            1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1             Alma

Oh snap indeed. Ramon stands firm, hoping that this won't hurt quite as bad as it looks, and he'll be able to attack with greater efficiency. Well he can dream, can't he? The kick strikes true, and Ramon is almost sent hurtling to his right. Slamming his foot in to the ground to keep from falling over, Ramon grinds his teeth for a few seconds, before returning the favor by reaching over and grabbing the offending leg.
Letting low a deep growl that's only a result of the effort required, not anger, Ramon reaches out and grabs Alma's body. In one swift move, Ramon shoves the leg straight back towards Alma until his own foot is next to his head (That can't feel good) And holds the leg and shoulder loosely, lifting him and hurling him at the ground. "SNAPMARE!"

COMBATSYS: Ramon successfully hits Alma with Snapmare.

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Ramon            1/-----==/=======|=======\=======\1             Alma

Well, Alma's usually okay with the leg stuff, being a flexible kung fu master and such, and normally people don't expect it from such a big guy. Unfortunately, it's not so much the twisting that matters here. Rather, it's the fast that not only did Ramon absorb the momentum from Alma's /own/ attack... he just got it redirected back /at/ him, right into the floor. Crack! Hairline fissures erupt in the concrete floor of the subway station as Alma Towazu does a total faceplant. Waurgh, that's pretty.
Actually, startlingly, once Alma unearths himself it's reveal that he in fact remains pretty, his face having taken little actual damage. He seems a bit dazed, though. Yeah. Just a little. Now, how to snap out of a daze? Oh yes!
"HAAAAAAH!" roars Alma, not pissed off but furious with fighting spirit, as he immediately lunges in, all four of his limbs igniting with soulfire and the air rushing around him with the force of his leap. Body blurring with the surge of Psycho Power, he lashes out with a sudden series of jabs that strike with explosive force...

COMBATSYS: Ramon fails to interrupt Destined Duel from Alma with Tiger Neck Chancery.

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Ramon            1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0             Alma

Ramon sees that his enemy is getting pumped, and thusly, it means Ramon's about to get his ass beat into the floor. Attempting to reach for Alma, both hands are knocked away before a sudden rush of fists and feet demolish and semblance of health Ramon still had. Collapsing to the floor, he coughs up a bit of blood, slowly pushing himself to his feet. Wiping at his mouth, he's starting to look just a bit tired. "Heh, didn't quite cut it."

Alma's goin kiai-crazy over here, eyes blazing just as much as his fists and feet are. By his expression, he seems to be completely under control; by the way he's moving, he appears to be going ballistic. His fierce flaming combination attack finished and sending Ramon sprawling, /finally/ able to truly interrupt his opponent's rhythm as he'd planned, Alma immediately continues the attack, as though he'd never stopped.
First rule of Hiten-Ryu: there is only one attack!
And it appears Phase Whatever of this one attack is a powerful and merciless thrust kick, Alma bursting out of a cloud of his one flames to plant a fierce and blurring foot on Ramon's face just as he begins to rise.
"WATAAH!" is Alma's cry to the heavens. Fortunately, it's in a deeper voice than Feilong would use. Boys this pretty shouldn't use falsetto. Things might get uncomfortable.

COMBATSYS: Ramon parries Alma's Heavy Kick!

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Ramon            1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0             Alma

Ramon shakes it off. Can't lose right now. Can't fail! Turning his torso, the leg goes straight past Ramon's face, and for a second, everything slows down. Maybe it's time to show this fella just how strong a real Lucha Libre throw can be. Ramon's left hand snaps out to grab the ankle in this world of slowly swirling dust and fire, his body unaffected by the standstill. Almost a full foot shorter than Alma, Ramon seems like the small bumblebee pecking at the bear to piss off and leave it's honey alone. Ankle still in hand, Ramon takes a quick leap at Alma's body, stepping off his chest to jump behind him. With the leg still in hand, Alma should tumble backwards, and Ramon's other hand grabs the other ankle. As he touches down, the wrestler hurls both arms down as hard as he can, sending Alma straight across the subway into a wall. Shazam.

COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Ramon's Rebound Throw EX.

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Ramon            1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0             Alma

The kick passes through space. His ankle is gripped...
Alma's eyes gleam with purpose.
Technically, the throw begins as a success -- but only for an instant. It's as though Alma sensed this coming, because he moves just as Ramon moves, the multiple high-angled cameras catching a graceful blur of tangled limbs that will no doubt be slowed down in the replay for full effect. As Alma is pulled, he immediately twists on his still-grounded foot and then actually jumps off the ground, torso shifting so that Ramon fails to make contact against his chest. So he's safe, theoretically, as long as he's okay with sprawling on the ground.
Clearly, he's not. So instead, he twists /again/, this time vertically rather than horizontally, and pants his palms on the ground side-by-side, twisting his arms around each other as he actually /spins/ to allow the momentum to safely pass through him. He almost pulls a Chun-Li here. It's pretty sweet to see him do it. However, this ain't no Spinning Bird Kick; finally satisfied with his mastery of his own movement, Alma lets his arms relax, sending him neatly into a twisting tuck. For a split-second he looks like he's curled into a ball -- but he's only in the process of rolling into a swift sweep kick even as he rises, which if successful will transition with a single quick spin into a fierce stomp on the tripped Ramon's abdomen.

COMBATSYS: Ramon dodges Alma's Light Kick.

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Ramon            1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0             Alma

"Don't think so, chico." Ramon says with a grin, leaping up in a backflip to land a safe distance away from this powerhouse of a boy. "So tell me..." Ramon reaches into his pocket for... A weapon? No, a chocolate-peanut-butter energy bar. Placing one hand on his hip, Ramon tears open the top of the bar with one of his sharper teeth and takes a bite of the bar. "Mmmf. How do you do that?" Ramon lowers his head slightly and points the bar at Alma, waving it back and forth just a tiny bit. "You know, that... Lighty, fire, pain and death thingy. Doesn't seem to be like most chi I've seen." He thinks back to the spear for a second. Definitely not normal going-ons here.

COMBATSYS: Ramon takes a breather.

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Ramon            1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0             Alma

Alma's face remains calm despite the failure of his attack, but his eyes keenly scan the ground upon which Ramon is now recovering. It's the cracked and damaged place where Alma previously faceplanted. Hmmm...
"Some people call it Psycho Power," the youth says softly, giving himself a couple seconds to work out some kinks in his own system too. Still, he continues circling his opponent, looking, well, almost too casual. "It's not well documented, but I've come to think of it like this: while 'chi' is a physical manifestation of fighting spirit that strikes at the opponent's body, my abilities are a purely spiritual manifestation, that attacks the enemy's ego -- their sense of self and mental frame of reference -- directly. The other side of the coin." Step, step, shift, step, step. His rhythm is /there/, certainly. It's just difficult to determine. In the opposite way from Ramon: it's not unpredictable, just... very subtle. "In the end, it almost amounts to the same thing, at least for fighters. Whether striking at physical condition or the will to fight, in the end, the result is--"
Flame! Soulfire, igniting Alma's right foot as he blurs forward, steps out, raises his leg in a kick--
--and with a roar of effort, slams that foot on the ground right in front of Ramon, the shattered concrete beneath him struck in such a way that a huge chunk literally flies up into the air between them. And then right into Ramon's face, as Alma immediately lashes out with a flaming punch to knock the big piece of rock towards his opponent.

COMBATSYS: Ramon blocks Alma's Random Weapon.

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Ramon            1/=======/=======|=======\-------\1             Alma

Ramon keeps a wary eye on Alma, still smiling and eating his little power bar. Mmmm, chocolatey peanutty goodness. That's what I'm talkin' 'bout. "Huh. Haven't heard of it, chico, but I'll keep that in mind." Ramon says with total, absolute confidence.
.oO(I. Am. Screwed.)
Ramon's eyes widen at the sudden force blasting the ground. Rock = Bad in most cases. Ramon's foot snaps up, kicking the rock with even more force, shattering it. As the rubble clears, Ramon still stands, slowly chewing. Slowly watching. He looks cool, but it's too bad that hurt like a bitch.
*munch munch*

COMBATSYS: Ramon takes a breather.

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Ramon            1/=======/=======|=======\-------\1             Alma

"Hey," says Alma, eyes narrowing and gleaming with light as he continues to move, "what happened to playing to the crowd? Or did you get paid to advertise that brand of candy on television?"
Arms engulfed in a nimbus of white light, Alma grins slightly, and draws his fist back.
"Maybe you should reconsider your strategy--"
And then he... punches the ground. Again. Well, here comes another ro-- wait that's not a rock that's a GEYSER OF PSYCHO POWER AAAHH
"--unless you're enjoying this!"

COMBATSYS: Ramon Toughs Out Alma's Full Confession!

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Ramon            2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0             Alma

Ramon grins at Alma as he finishes his candy bar, tossing the wrapper into a nearby garbage bin. "You know, you're right." Ramon looks to the nearest camera, smiling softly and waving to it. "Hi folks. Sorry about that, I just had t-"
Psycho Geyser, screeeeee! Ramon has almost no time to realize what's happening, so he does what he always does in situations where something's about to hurt him. He stops it.
Ramon jams his head in the direct path of the geyser, getting his tan completely covered in ash, and his soul completely covered in 'I'm going on strike'.
But he doesn't seem phased. At least he doesn't /act/ it. Rushing forwards, Ramon flashes a grin to Alma before grabbhing the taller man by the chest, twisting and hurling him to the ground. But he doesn't stop there. He picks up Alma and performs the throw once again. Then, standing the young man up for effect, he spins around twice, on the first rotation doing nothing but growling, "Tiger..." The next rotation causes his arm to lash out and clothesline Alma with the same kind of force a bull uses to kill... Anything. "SPIN!"

[OOC] Ramon says, "I wanna know what your dodge chance is on this :p"

[OOC] Alma says, ".../what/ dodge chance?"

COMBATSYS: Alma endures Ramon's Tiger Spin.

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Ramon            0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0             Alma

Hahahaha now Ramon is finished with the powOMGWTFARGH
Well, Alma is stunned. At least, he thinks he's stunned. Then he realizes he doesn't know the /meaning/ of stunned until Ramon has thrown him against the ground several times, and then clotheslines him away, far away--
--off the ledge and onto the subway tracks, where he lies dazed.
*ding ding ding*
There's not even a sound, not a hint of movement from the lost and hidden fighter, as the subway cars zoom by before slowing and coming to a complete stop. The doors open. The people in the car, blissfully unaware that they are probably standing atop the mangled corpse of an ex-warrior-model, file out calmly. A few people sneak in, casting Ramon odd glances. The doors quietly shut. There's a pause as the subway cars prepare to get moving again.
And then there are SCREAMS OF TERROR as a battered Alma Towazu HURLS himself through the FLOOR of the subway, tearing a great gaping HOLE in the layers of sheet metal as, bleeding but eyes burning with battle fury, he charges out, bodychecks his way through the closed subway doors and causing them to scatter highlight by white flame, and just runs right out...
...and aims to Psycho-Lance Ramon right in his good eye.
*ding ding* goes the subway, as it pulls off into the distance, gaping people staring out the windows at the two fighters reunited.

COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Ramon with Self Expression.

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Ramon            0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0             Alma

Ramon is too tired to move. Too tired to block. Too tired to do anything. It's been a long match, and it's time to end this. Haphazardly rushing Alma, Ramon notices that blasted lance again. He tries to change course, when he feels a blinding (literally) pain coursing through his head. A migraine sprouts in an instant, and Ramon grasps for Alma. "Bad..." Ramon growls, successfully catching Alma by the throat. "IDEA!" His hand releases and quickly hits Alma's shoulder, spinning him and allowing the Wrestler to grab the back of Alma's head. Rushing forwards, he slams Alma's head into, no... -Through- the side of the train, before finally collapsing to the ground himself.

COMBATSYS: Ramon can no longer fight.

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Alma             1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Ramon's Snapmare.

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Alma             0/-------/------=|

Alma straightens, and releases his gathered breath in a quick sigh after he feels his final psychic attack connect. Now /that/ was a release. Time to HURRKK
Unfortunately, the youth can't prevent himself from being gripped by the throat, grabbed pro-wrestling style, and getting dragged forward -- and getting his face smashed right through the wall of the subway train he just busted out of.
The people gawk at him, even as Ramon slumps to the ground outside.
And Alma, eyes oddly bright, just glances up and nods at the people inside. "Pardon the disturbance," he says, with eerie calm. "Everything's quite alright."
He then removes his head, steps back, smiles slightly at waves at the staring people as the train drifts away, and then turns to look up at the security cameras. "I won," he states clearly, before turning to the next camera. "I won."
He smiles slightly, professionally.
And then, with a little sigh, keels over backwards, unconscious.
Winner: Alma Towazu!

COMBATSYS: Alma has ended the fight here.

Log created by Alma, and last modified on 07:02:35 02/05/2006.