Neo League 326 - #334: Alex vs Heavy D!

Description: D! and Alex rumble along the pier in Alex's Debut in the League. Who gets sunk? (Winner: Alex)

Alex has been gone for a long time. Win a few fights, raise a little bit of a stink, start hanging out with Ryu, arguably the greatest competing fighter in the world, and then disappear from sight and mind. He's been away, on a boat. Looking for fights? Maybe. Getting his nose dirty? Probably. Gearing up for a big comeback? Absolutely.

Word's gotten out that Alex is back; he sent in a sign-up to the Neo League by mail, and a few opportunistic fighters -- some who are interested, some who think he might be out of practice after his disappearance, and some who think he was never anything worth sweating -- have been on the lookout. Who'll find the big lug first?

"Later," he calls, to a grubby sailor as he steps off a freighter. Alex travels light; he lacks the iconic duffel bag, simply stuffing his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket to walk across the harbor. He's got a long walk ahead of him.

D!'s been having a string of bad luck as of late. Still, the man's nothing if not persistant, and as such, he's already lined up another fight for himself, hoping to learn from his past failures and get back on a winning track. As such, he's eager to put up with a League fight. And who knows, with someone who just joined up, he might have a better shot than he's had as of late. Having waited along the harbor for his opponent, he gives a look over toward Alex as the jacketed man makes his way off the ship. "Alex?" D! calls out, arms folded, and shades guarding his eyes.


Alex turns on a booted heel, trying to make out the figure that's calling him. "Welcome wagon?" he mutters, to himself, before taking a few steps towards D!, his hands in his pockets and his demeanor not particularly... friendly. "Maybe. Who wants to know? I don't think I recognize you." Even if this guy is more than a little familiar.

Heavy D! coughs. "Probably not. But you're part of the League, aren't you?" D! asks. Maybe the official word of the match didn't get to Alex before the guy shipped out. Problems like that can happen, after all. "ANyways...we got a fight scheduled. RIght now, actually," he says. In fact, he thumbs over behind him to show the camera crew recording right now for the League records.

"... Am I?" Alex frowns, and shrugs his shoulders. "Didn't think the mail would go through that fast. Guess those Neo League guys are on their toes when it comes to making a buck." Alex eyeballs the camera crew, scowling and looking back at Heavy D!, weighing and measuring. There's a camera crew. He just got back. He wants to go to sleep for a year. But swallow his pride? ... Not a chance.

"Alright, fine. Suit yourself," he says, pulling off his jacket and throwing it at the camera crew. It sails admirably fair before acting as a parachute. "You want one, you've got one."

Heavy D! smirks, nodding and pocketing his shades, the wedgehawked boxer sinking down into a classic, tight boxer's guard, face hidden behind his fists and eyes peeking up over his knuckles to watch the wrestler close. He doesn't know how this guy fights he's going to have to be careful, and plan out his attack here...

Alex pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing a pair of massive... scars? Probably scars. Either way, they're across each shoulder, as though someone tried to tear off his arms. "Anytime you're ready, pal," he says, his Metro City accent impossible to conceal. He's a big, tough looking guy. Cracking his knuckles, Alex doesn't so much assume a fighting stance. He's mostly just assuming... a stance.

COMBATSYS: HeavyD has started a fight here.

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HeavyD           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Alex has joined the fight here.

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HeavyD           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Alex

COMBATSYS: HeavyD focuses on his next action.

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HeavyD           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Alex

Alex waits for a few seconds. And then a few seconds more. And then a few seconds more. And then he's tired of waiting. "Playing coy, huh?!" he barks, before he starts to walk forward. He walks as though he were charging up a hill, barely throwing effort into the act. "I can appreciate a guy who wants to know what he's up against before he goes up against it... but if you don't act, you'll just get busted!" he adds, picking up speed in a few brief but critical paces.

He picks up enough speed to jump forward, and enough momentum to try to drive his knee up into Heavy D!'s gut. It's going to hurt -- and if it makes contact, one thing'll become obvious: Alex doesn't fight like most people in this town. Alex fights to hurt, because hurting is winning.

COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Alex's Air Knee Smash.

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HeavyD           0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0             Alex

D! may have been reluctant to act first, but that wasn't out of a worry of getting busted. FOr one, he wanted to know how this guy attacked...and secondly, he wanted to wait to see if he made a mistake. As such, when he rushes in for the lunging knee to his gut, D!'s ready, dropping his forearms and catching the knee best he can to cushion the blow. The strike jars him still, but better than being completely gutchecked. As he's pushed back, one hand snaps out, trying to drive a hard hooking right straight into his ribs.

COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Alex with Hook Punch.

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HeavyD           0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0             Alex

"--Ugh!" Alex gets hit in the ribs. It doesn't send him flying, or even staggering, but for such a big guy it's still a heavy hit. Alex refuses to let himself getting turned around, however, and instead presses one foot forward mercilessly. There's a lot of power and not a lot of caution behind such a blow. "A boxer, huh?! That's the problem with boxers... you ignore half of your body. And you wonder why you're less flexible than your opponents!"

COMBATSYS: HeavyD interrupts Strong Kick from Alex with Fierce Punch.

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HeavyD           0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0             Alex

The bull rush technique is one that D!'s faced before...and as of late, he's been guilty of the same. However, that doesn't mean he's going to be caught flatfooted on a blind charge. Instead, when the big boot comes in, D! ducks, the big kick striking in at his shoulders. Twisting with the strike, he lashes out with his other arm, punching straight into the hip of Alex's still anchored leg with nasty force. "NGhh...we don't ignore's called a foundation..."

"Yeah?" Alex says, recoiling from the heavy blow but still reaching out. He spares no time and chooses not to waste the failed opportunity, however, and immediately tries to seize the boxer under the arm, raise him up into the air, and toss him straight down into the ground. "I've got two of those, too, pal. They're called my legs. They keep me from getting tossed around."

COMBATSYS: HeavyD endures Alex's Quick Throw.

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HeavyD           0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0             Alex

D!'s not too good about throws, to be honest. As he's said, his legs are his foundation. When that's disrupted, it makes it hard to be effective, and against someone who knows how to leverage him off his feet, rather than simply trying to knock him back on them, it's especially dangerous. So when D! ends up lifted and tossed back, he can't seem to muster up much protest against it, quickly dropped into the ground in a nasty manner. "NGHhhhh...." Still, he doesn't back off, quickly pulling himself back up from his place on the ground, grabbing for Alex's shoulder, both to pull himself back up onto his feet, as well as to yank Alex into a sharp blow or two to the stomach from his free hand.

COMBATSYS: Alex endures HeavyD's Reverse Stomach Buster.

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HeavyD           1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0             Alex

"That one hurt--" And, sure enough, Alex gets planted into D!'s fist once and then twice, each blow hitting a rock-hard wall of abdominal muscles. Alex acts tough, but he grits his teeth and grunts through each one and the bruise it leaves behind. "--and so did that one... but you're still fighting like a boxer!" he says, raising his voice. Not out of anger, but intensity.

So close to D! as he is, Alex just reaches out, trying to seize D! and raise him up into the air... and then right back down again and into the floor. It doesn't belong formally to any school of fighting under the sun. The only school it belongs to is violence. And winning.

COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Alex's Powerbomb.

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HeavyD           1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1             Alex

Of course D! fights like a boxer. He is one! You won't see him doing any spinning back kicks any time soon, because that's not his forte! Still, there is the point that he seems to be suited more to fighting fellow boxers. This is apparent when he's suddnely grabbed and flipped over, Alex readying to slam him down into the ground. When D! lands, he manages to tuck in however, somehow minimizing the effects of the attack the best he can. "NGhhhh..." Unwilling to simply give up like that, D! quickly whips out a sharp left right into the side of Alex's head, even as he's still folded over from the powerbom.

COMBATSYS: Alex just-defends HeavyD's Medium Punch!

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HeavyD           1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1             Alex

Alex catches D!'s fist as he lets Heavy D! go at the end of the power bomb.. "Huh... You're pacing yourself, aren't you? Smart... but when you're at a disadvantage... you've gotta go all out. Even with your head in the dirt like that, you keep swinging. Alright, then," he says, taking a couple of steps back. "That's dedication. You're serious business. I was wrong about you. Tell you what... when this is over, I owe you a drink. 'Till then--" Alex starts forward immediately, his massive hand lashing out to take D! by the sternum and drive him back into the dirt.

COMBATSYS: Alex successfully hits HeavyD with Hand Stamp.

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HeavyD           1/--=====/=======|=======\==-----\1             Alex

The boxer tries to shore up and prepare for the sudden lashing hand...but he's caught off guard, and is quickly thrust back into the ground. Grunting and pained, he rolls back, his back aching and his stomach screaming bloody murder. At this point, all he can do is pull back, and possibly get enough room to take a breather

COMBATSYS: HeavyD gains composure.

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HeavyD           1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1             Alex

Alex's decided that D!'s not an opponent to taunt. But respect doesn't mean that Alex is going to cut him any breaks -- that's the opposite of respect. So, instead, Alex digs his heels in, about to lunge at D!... before he stops. There's fighting to win, but until D! gets up, Alex stays in place, rotating his shoulder in its socket to loosen up, saying nothing.

COMBATSYS: Alex focuses on his next action.

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HeavyD           1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1             Alex

Heavy D! grunts, finally getting his breath back. However, he still seems somewhat hesitant to simply rush back in and go after Alex. So when he gets onto his feet once more, he slips into his stance...but again remains back, simply content to circle around Alex cautiously along the least as well as the narrow port will allow him to anyways.

COMBATSYS: HeavyD focuses on his next action.

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HeavyD           1/----===/=======|=======\==-----\1             Alex

Alex waits a few more moments until Heavy D! is back up on his feet, nodding but once to his opponent before launching at his opponent across the short distance that separates them. If he gets his hand on D!, his intentions are simple and straightforward; rather than letting D! circle him like a cat, he's going to bend his back and hurl D! straight into the ground, spinning but once to leave D! in the dirt once again, now that he's managed to claw his way back from that spot.

COMBATSYS: HeavyD fails to interrupt Spiral DDT from Alex with D. Crazy.

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HeavyD           0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1             Alex

As the two face off, D! waits, again taking the approach of waiting for his opponent to attack, and hopefully capitalizing on it. However, he didn't expect him to leap up after him into the air and grab him that way. Unprepared for it, D! rushes in headlong....right up until Alex grabs him by the head, twists him about, and slams him down straight into the ground, a jarring blow which leaves D! sprawled out on the ground, dazed and barely conscious. The only thing that even gives the indication that he's still awake is the loll of his head and the slight twitch of his right foot as it tries to push him back up.

The fight came about almost by surprise; Alex sent his Neo League registration in by mail from the United States. One lengthy boat ride back, and he discovers a TV crew, a gathering crowd, and Heavy D! waiting for him on the other side. Alex is many things; when he was last in town, he was a fighter of some repute and a known associate of the living legend, Ryu. And then he went away. Now he's back, and he's in the middle of a grueling contest with Heavy D!.

Having left his foe dizzied and on the ground, Alex starts to pace, paying no attention to the TV cameras. He's not the kind of fighter who plays to the crowd, or even the audience at all; as far as he's concerned, there's nobody alive but he and Heavy D!. "C'mon--" he says, more challenging than mocking. "Win or lose... nothing's worse than not finishing. Show me what you've got left."

COMBATSYS: Alex focuses on his next action.

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HeavyD           0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1             Alex

Heavy D! groans, barely aware right now. That last DDT rocked him hard, and his head swims from the whole attack. Stumbling slightly, he tries his best to get up...but the best he can muster is to collapse into an unsteady crouch on one knee, one hand clutching his head. He needs a breather...and a nice long one at that, before he can even think of retaliating. Whether Alex will give him that or not...well, that's the question, and the answer likely isn't a good one for him...

COMBATSYS: Heavy D! drops his guard to recover.

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HeavyD           0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1             Alex

"Tch," Alex says, when Heavy D! gets back onto his feet. "Catching your breath? There's a combat... let's see if it pays off!" he calls out, before /rushing/ ahead with unnerving speed for so much muscle. Once he's close, Alex raises his elbow, a flashing yellow glow engulfing the arc as he chops straight up at his opponent. That technique... somehow familiar, at least to the waiting audience and the viewers at home.

COMBATSYS: Alex successfully hits HeavyD with Flash Chop.

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HeavyD           1/----===/=======|=======\====---\1             Alex

Alas....the breather seems to end up pointless, as the dazed D! finds himself barely able to get to his feet. And as soon as he's there...he's chopped down mercilessly, the glowing knife edge strike Alex snaps out at him cracks him right in the head...and almost sends him flying off his feet as D! falls. And this time, when he drops, he's out for good, KO'd for sure.

COMBATSYS: HeavyD takes no action.

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Alex             1/---====/=======|

COMBATSYS: HeavyD can no longer fight.

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Alex             1/---====/=======|

Once D! falls -- and Alex finds he remains -- the big bruiser doesn't just catch his opponent, but he doesn't have any victory pose ready for the cameras like most of his colleagues. Where some might take a moment to celebrate, Alex just holds out a hand. One of the members of the TV crew tosses him his bomber jacket, which he grips in one hand. "Hey! C'mon, pal, you awake or what?" he calls out, ostensibly to D!. After all, the audience? They don't really matter.

Eventually, boots can be heard along the warehouses, a soft click-clack that grows in strength in the early evening air. Possibly out for a stroll (in this area? Hah!), possibly out searching for something more ... interesting, Shermie makes her way along the cracked asphalt, then to the wood of one of the docks. From her vantage point, she simply watches the apparent culmination of a battle freshly finished. She doesn't recognize either fighter, but that could simply just be her relative inexperience talking. Tucking her hands into her jacket pockets, she starts to wend her way towards where the two stand.. or stand and pass out, as the case may be. She'll make her way into the small crowd, and eventually call out past it towards the fighter.

"Bet he'll be back up and around before you know it. Those kinda guys are pretty tough."

Heavy D! seems pretty well and out. His eyes are closed, his body barely moving aside from the rising of his chest as he breathes....definitely looks like a genuine, out-cold state at this point. Looks like that drink will have to wait until he's revived...

"Yeah. I've heard. That guy took some of my worst and kept going. Not everybody can," Alex says, gritting his teeth a little bit. He doesn't put his jacket back on; he's still overheated, but the cameras seem vaguely interested in the conversation between two fighters, especially one who is in the midsts of a triumphant return. "What?" he asks Shermie, apparently not recognizing her. "If you want an autograph, go find somebody who's looking for attention. I'm done here."

COMBATSYS: Alex has ended the fight here.

Log created by HeavyD, and last modified on 00:03:13 03/21/2007.