Neo League 351 - #369: Elena vs Zangief

Description: Zangief and Elena make their first foray into the Neo League. Zangief thinks he has an easy win well in hand, but what will the Russian Prince of Power do when he discovers his foe is not so easy to defeat as he thinks? WOULD SHE STOP CALLING HIM FRIEND, ALREADY?! (Winner: Zangief)

Oh how exciting!
The beautiful Kenyan can't help but stare right into the televised camera. Leaning forwards with her hand set upon her knee as she waves joyfully to the humming lens. ^_^! "Jamboooo to all you wonderful peoples at home!" Its not that the wrap-bikini-clad tribal warrior is a ham or anything, rather she's just happy to be here!

The clearing has been cordoned off from the nearby freeway with several Neo League flags set high in a roughly ring-like shape around the grassy glade. Only a few random spectators here, carefully moved into the woods to give the entire matchup a certain 'Rumble in the Wilderness' feel.

And Elena is -especially- excited because she actually successfully challenged one of the biggest names in wrestling! Oh what fun will she have! ^_^ More chances to meet wonderful new people and make great friends!
Now if only she could pronounce the name..
Zanguyph.. Zanbeef.. Zan.. Oh Russian words are hard..

The audience begins to assist the Kenyan in her pronunciation.
"zangief.. zangief.. zangief.."
The tones are a little soft at first, starting towards the back of the audience. But in a matter of mere moments, the droning has escalated into a full-blown chant.
Spotting the red-clad hero of Russia isn't quite as difficult as spotting the irrevocably American Waldo, as Zangief stands a good head over even the tallest spectator present. His expression is set in a determined, lip-curling scowl at the dark-skinned girl.
And suddenly, the beefy manmountain is rushing for the ring. What bits of audience that stands between him and his objective quickly dash out of the way. He leaps high into the air and lands with a thunderous /BOOM/ in the ring's center. He raises to his full height and runs to the ring's perimeter, throwing his fists into the air.
"YEEAAH! Time for the Red Cyclone to answer another challenge! You people better get ready!," Zangief cries passionately. He then turns to Elena, eyes huge, dilated, and completely circular. "YOU think you can step up to ME!? YOU.. YOU got the guts to send a challenge to ME!? I'm gonna get you in a Russian headlock and twist your head around for each letter of the Russian alphabet! 'Til I get to the first letter of my first trainer's name, Vladimir! THEN, I'm gonna snap that pretty little head right off!"
Zangief turns to the audience and thrusts his fists into the air again. "YEAH!"
And the audience? They absolutely love this barbarianism, showering the extroverted caveman in cheers and praise.

"ZANG~GIEF! ZAN~GIEF!" Elena shouts with the crowd as she hops and waving her hand into the air! ^.^ Completely oblivious to the notion that well.. she's supposed to be competing with the guy, as she's taken by the sweeping enthusiasm of the people!
As he lands in the middle of the grassy ring with the force of a freightrain, Elena is bounces into the air slightly at the raw impact as she gets a good look at her competition! .... And it isn't often that Elena actually has to look waaaay up. o_o
Oh Wow! What a mountain of a man! Muscles on muscles with little muscles hanging on the sides.

In the face of the roaring taunts, Elena just serenely grins even as her ivory bangs rustle in the breeze, "I am most honored to meet you, my friend! Let us dance bravely together, Rafiki!" Of course, her voice is practically drowned out by the audience's cries for blood, but she won't let a little thing like that get in her way!

With that, the Kenyan promptly flips backwards. Wheeling hand over hand backwards with an excited giggle until she lands a short distance away, and begins her dance. Feet shuffling back and forth in a rhythmic pattern as she sways to an unheard tempo. Smile never fading even in the face of all but certain personal destruction. ^_^

COMBATSYS: Elena has started a fight here.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|

Zangief is almost entirely too busy egging on the crowd to hear anything Elena says. His fists pump up and down, getting the crowd more and more rallied behind him. Oh yes. Zangief is known for his brutality. Not by choice so much as by raw physical strength. It's sometimes hard to -not- be brutal when one is as built as the Siberian wrecking ball here.
Nevertheless, he -does- manage to catch what Elena says. Mostly. And in a display of cultural wisdom, Zangief whirls around to face her, points his meaty index finger sharply at the Kenyan princess, and declares, "We'll dance, but I am not that Rafiki monkey!"
Some things must be excused.
Zangief sets himself into his stance, hunkering forward in a crouch, hands splaying out and at the sides as if just -itching- to grab and mangle the girl. Veins bulging along his neck and head, eyes still huge as saucers, he begins to circle her slowly.
And the elected announcer over the match introduces the fighters as quickly as he can, what with how they seem ready to tear into each other already. "Ladies and gentlemen! We have none other than Zangief squaring off against a challenger, Elena!" Beat. "FIGHT!"

COMBATSYS: Zangief has joined the fight here.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Zangief

Elena is under no illusion that she's going to stand victorious over this shatterer of men. But that isn't the point! Rather, its far more important that she befriends this Russian Bear. Surely he is a traveler of the world like herself, yes? And it would be a good time to entertain a bit of cultural exchange!
"Oooo! You have a monkey for a friend? How wonderful for you! Are they not sweet creatures?" ^_^
Rather than entertain a human compulsion to run in the opposite direction with all due haste, she actually runs -towards- the giant fellow! Dashing ahead with spritely quickness belying her own lengthly size, she does what she can against such a giant. Rather than assail him directly in what could only be a futile effort, she rolls to the side at the last minute, sweeping a leg out hard as she spins on her hands. Attempting to catch the back of his knee and topple the man with gravity's inexorable grip.. She hopes!

COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Elena's Body Slam.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief grins in an almost eery manner. He.. ignores her question, firstly. No point answering it. He's got a girl to wrestle. When she charges in, he simply steels himself for her hit, taking her movements into account. She's one of those spindly, quick ones, is she? She strikes his leg, and he falls to a knee.
Unfortunately for her, Zangief has landed in a fairly balanced position, and right beside her. With her seemingly prone in that position, his arms lash out to attempt hooking his arms around her stomach from behind. If caught, the massive arms of the Russian begin to squeeze and crush her body in an immense bearhug.

COMBATSYS: Elena blocks Zangief's Medium Throw.

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Elena            0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0          Zangief

As the Mighty Zangief falls to one knee, Elena wasn't quiiiite so quick enough to fully escape being caught as his powerful arms swing around her. However, proving to be quick the slippery one, before he could -really- ratchet up the damage from the bearhug, she squirms her way free from his grasp. Slipping between his arms and to the ground with writhing, agile movements. Sometimes it helps wearing so little, nothing to hold onto!

Still, the Kenyan realizes this warrior is no fool! Realizing she needs to get a little bit of distance from the mighty one, she quickly tries to roll away from him! Lashing out with a foot as she flips backwards, attempting to strike at a swinging arm in a bid at playing keep-away.

COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Elena's Change-Up Kick.

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Elena            0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief lets out a frustrated grunt when the Kenyan slips free, and he pushes himself back to his feet. As she flips back, Zangief is initially in full range for a kick. However, he pulls his arms up to take the brunt of the kick, letting the force soak into his muscle. In the end, it yields little result.
The arms lower, and the Russian wrestling takes a dive for her. Hoping to catch her off guard, he simply makes a grab for her shoulders to hoist her off her feet. A mighty roar escapes him, serving as the only warning for what comes next.
And what is is something Elena should be at least fairly familiar with, considering the wild predators she's grown up around.
Zangief's head lurches forward, aiming to bite onto the soft flesh of her collar area repeatedly. This kind of violence the crowd really gets into.

COMBATSYS: Elena endures Zangief's Kamitsuki.

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Elena            0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0          Zangief

Elena is caught in mid-backflip, shocked at the mighty man's great speed for someone his size! Letting out a shout of surprise as the savage man begins to gnaw upon her shoulder like a vicious brute! "H..HEY AH!" Well that's not nice! :O
The lanky Kenyan squirms in his grip a little, gritting her teeth as one foot pushes off from his rock-hard stomach, letting her arch her body all the way up and over in an amazing display of flexibility as her opposite foot swings up and waaaay over her shoulder in a bid to -clobber- her heel onto the top of his head! Hopefully to back him away and give her some freedom!

COMBATSYS: Elena successfully hits Zangief with Change-Up Kick.

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Elena            0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0          Zangief

And when those teeth sink in, the crowd goes wild. It's barbaric! It's inhumane! It's.. Zangief! Doing what they won't allow so much in professional wrestling! The proximity permits little in the way of evasive or reactive manuevers, however. The foot bashes into Zangief's head, and he staggers back.
The hulking Russian wrestler's eyes widen in apparent rage. His hands ball into massive fists, and he thrusts them inwards in a very blatant flex. A gutteral growl escapes his lips, and the veins along his body bulge yet further.

COMBATSYS: Zangief gathers his will.

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Elena            0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1          Zangief

Elena's strike successfully forces the big toothy lug away from her, as she springs backwards. Flipping hand over hand a few more paces away until she lands in a crouch. Clicking her tongue as she looks to her mauled shoulder, then frowns back at the giant bear-man, "You must not be so hard on your friends, Rafiki! You should--" Her words get drowned out in the belowing roar from the mighty mountain of power. o_o
Witnessing the fellow drive himself into an even crazier furor, Elena realizes she had better do something about it! With a burst of speed, Elena rushes forth towards the growling wrestler!
At several feet away she slides down upon the ground, swinging her legs outwards in a fast whirl.. then another and another as Elena begins to 'walk' upon her hands, swinging her body in complete rotations as he legs sweep in full circles in a mad array of kicks! All hoping to knock the leviathan off balance before he can mount a potent counter attack!

COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Elena's Lynx Tail.

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Elena            0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1          Zangief

Zangief continues to drive himself further into a frenzy. The growling continues, one eye bulges further than the other. He doesn't bother moving whatsoever when he sees the swirling feet bear in on him. It strikes squarely, getting a loud grunt out of the wrestler. But instead of backing away from it like a normal person would, he presses in. The arms lash out, attempting to loop his arms around the Kenyan woman and move around behind her...

COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits Elena with Final Atomic Buster.
- Power hit! -

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Elena            1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0          Zangief

Once the much more lithe and lanky female is locked in a gutwrench hold, Zangief bridges his back suddenly, pulling her into a hard German suplex. After that hit, he rolls back to his feet, still holding her in that position to deliver a second German suplex. With the girl's head and shoulders being smashed into the ground twice now, he rolls back to his feet and hurls the dark-skinned warrior high into the air.
And Zangief leaps to join her. The moment they meet in the air, Zangief pulls the girl's neck between his legs and loops his arms around her stomach to lock her into a piledrive position. As the two descend to the ground, Zangief's body spin at the speed of a cyclone.
The full force of the piledrive and the momentum of the spin is blasted over Elena's head and shoulders, resulting in a literal explosion of grass and soil from the ground. Swirling dust take on the form of a mushroom cloud from the impact. In the end? There's a crater in the center of the ring.

At first.. Elena thought she was doing pretty good! As her whirling assault seemed to find purchase into her friend's defenses, she thought she made the right call!
That illusion was quickly dispelled, however, as the mighty mountain got his arms around her. Caught in mid-whirl, the girl is tossed waaaay into the air.. and the next thing she knows?
Its awfully dark all of the sudden.

To the world beyond? It would seem that there is a clear victor. As the dust begins to settle, whatever vaguely human-shape lump resides within the ruined debris of the crater doesn't seem to be moving. Once again, Zangief has crushed all comers!
Never mind a curious, nigh-imperceptable stirring amongst the rubble..

The announcer waits expectantly to see if Elena is out and if the match is over. Something's moving. Zangief isn't that something, as he's off to the side of it. So he doesn't make the call. And without a call from the announcer, Zangief is still in his barbaric rage.
Zangief paces around the fallen princess, glaring and grunting like a berserked bull. When it seems she's just going to stay prone - whether under grassy debris and dirt - he decides to step it up another notch. He leaps high into the air and turns his body lateral to the ground. His large, only semi-pointy elbow juts out, aiming to drop it either on the African's midsection or spine. He hasn't bothered studying how she is enough to care.

COMBATSYS: Elena successfully hits Elena with Healing.

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Elena            0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0          Zangief

COMBATSYS: Elena blocks Zangief's Fierce Punch.

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Elena            1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0          Zangief

And how much more shocked is Zangief going to be, as his elbow drops down like a meteor upon the already fallen girl.. Only to be -stopped- in midflight, as the girl springs into a hand-stand from the rubble! The dirt flying from her in a cloud as she blocks that elbow with her feet before it can fully crush her, grunting with effort as she quickly rolls away!
....She.. she's conscious?! Doubtlessly the crowd is shocked, stunned!
Heck, even the bite marks on her shoulder are completely gone, as she dusts herself off a little while gasping for air, "You are.. huff.. Indeed a mighty one, my friend!" Her face and ivory hair caked with dirt. ^_^; Still looking awfully banged up regardless.. But... With a deep, calming breath.. the filth seems to roll off her once more as her appearance begins to improve yet again! Bruises and cuts disappearing from her body a few at a time..

Zangief has never run into anyone quite like this. It's astounding! It's confounding! It's.. a witch, right? That's the only explanation, isn't it? The massive wrestler tumbles over to his feet, eyes widened. "YOU CAN'T STOP THE CYCLONE!," he bellows passionately.
In total disregard for whatever else she's doing, Zangief's right hand reaches out to grab ahold of her shoulder, attempting to bear her down against the ground. His left hand, fingers cocked forward, thrusts out towards her stomach, fingers aiming to dig into her abdominal muscles.

COMBATSYS: Elena successfully hits Elena with Healing.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Zangief

COMBATSYS: Elena dodges Zangief's Stomach Claw.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Zangief

Of all things, Elena starts to giggle!
Grinning vibrantly as if she did not take one of the most lethally destructive moves known to mankind, as Zangief seems to explode into a fit of passionate rage! "Such incredible strength!"
Elena immediately begins her dance once more, shuffling back and forth with a quick beat as the mighty one's arms lunge for her. This time she's getting a measure of his speed! "I am honored to fight one such as you! Let us be friends together, my ally!" With a quick leap she actually bounds above the Russian Prince of Power, landing upon his thrusting arms and quickly racing two full steps before attempting to kick the destroyer in the head! Bouncing away quickly in a bid to begin her keep-away game once again.. and pray she gets a little more success doing it this time!

COMBATSYS: Zangief dodges Elena's Change-Up Kick.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Zangief

As her misfortune would have it, Zangief has the common sense to move his head out of the way sometimes. He, in fact, moves his entire body below her kick to evade it fully. When she starts to land away from him, he rushes towards her back to continue his assault. His arms lash out, aiming to grapple her around the stomach again. This time though, he leaps into the air and rolls over backwards, effectively turning her into a ground-bound missile headfirst. Or at least, that's the intention.

COMBATSYS: Elena dodges Zangief's Strong Throw.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Zangief

Elena continues moving even as her foot whiffs past Zangief's barn-like target. Vaulting backwards through the air she lands in a fast roll, changing direction abruptly as she rolls in the opposite direction of Zangief's titanic cruise-missile like assault! So this is how a matador would look like, escaping the raging bull!
The Kenyan continues her erratic, unpredictable assault. Her bending kicks striking from unpredictable directions as she rolls to a hand-stand, sweeping a leg clean over her body in a hard kick at the back of the Russian Destroyer's leg. All in a bid to keep him off-balance!

COMBATSYS: Zangief interrupts Change-Up Kick from Elena with Screw Piledriver.

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Elena            0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief, like the massive bear of a man he is, refuses to back down or give room to the slim dark-skinned princess. Though she weaves away and makes her attacks rather obvious and apparent, he steps directly into them. One of her legs hammers into his leg, bringing him to a knee. But rather than deterr him, it sets him up for another hit. He reaches out to loop his arms around her waist, simply YANKING her into the piledrive position again. He raises to his full height with the girl captured, and he hops into the air a fair ways. The cyclone motion begins, though not half as fast as it was earlier. Nevertheless, with the momentum of the spin, the height of the jump, and the added weight of both her body and Zangief's comparatively huge mass, it's still likely very painful impact upon her head and shoulders.

Once again Elena finds that Zangief is more than prepared for nimble warriors who attempt to keep away from him! All those years of brutal experience are certainly appearant in ceasing such opportunities to attack!
With a yelp, the Kenyan is once again grabbed in mid-kick, hauled up and RAMMED into the already shattered ground with a powerful force once more!

The tall princess hangs there for a moment, her torso indented into the broken earth as stars swhirl in her eyes. "Pf..Pha!" Coughing out a few bits of rubble. It seems that her luck is beginning to run out.
Even still.. more than a few fans in the stands are juuust beginning to cheer 'Elena! Elena!'. It's a faint thing, hardly noticable beneath the incredible roaring cries for the Russian King of Destruction. But even still, her blue eyes search out into the audience a moment and she wistfully smiles.
Before Zangief can follow up his assault in her lull, he'll find her feet suddenly -hook- about his neck as she -shoves- herself from the ground! Attempting, perhaps ludicrously, to push the Meat Mountain away and regain a bit of distance, "Thank you.. My friend!" The last shouted at the thrust of effort!

COMBATSYS: Zangief fails to interrupt Body Slam from Elena with Banishing Flat.

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Elena            0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief growls at the Kenyan. She's getting to become frustrating, she is. Why won't the girl just go down and -stay- down!? His fists unclench and his fingers stretch out. The legs hooking around his neck doesn't give him pause. His hands ignite in shimmery blue energy.. and just before he launches his counter attack, he's slammed down onto his back with a, "Whoof!"

And that 'WOOPH' doesn't have long to escape Zangief's lips until Elena is upon him!
She realizes now that striking this invincible beast of a man is a fruitless endeavor at best! The Kenyan thusly employs a desperate gamble until this breaker of men gets his hands upon her one final time!
Quickly flipping over his body before he completely collapses, he'll find that the back of his head strikes the tall woman's taut stomach as her long legs quickly wrap around his neck! Squeezing with all her relatively inconsiderable might to press the assault in a fashion all the muscles in the world cannot easily ignore!
A desperate woman's last hope? Most certainly. But she's drawing out this fight far, faaaaar further than anyone dreamed the lanky girl could do against the mighty Zangief!

COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Elena's Body Slam.

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Elena            0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief finds the Kenyan grabbed onto him. Locked. Latched, even. How.. odd. Bizarre. The Russian snarls and reaches back over his shoulders to promptly yank her off of him and pull her to his front. If he manages to keep ahold of her, he simply drops forward, aiming to smash her much smaller frame with his bulk. Nothing fancy. Just dead weight dropping atop her.

COMBATSYS: Elena blocks Zangief's Fast Throw.

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Elena            0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0          Zangief

Yeek! Elena's mad gamble certainly doesn't pay off as Zangief gets his mits upon her again! Fearing the worse, the woman tries to squirm as the powerful mountain rolls upon her.
Once again her slippery body comes in handy as she manages to squeeze herself through his arm just before he can fully crush her, slipping around behind the mammoth warrior. This time quickly racing along his back just as he tries to push himself upwards again..
Quickly clamping her knees to eitherside of his head as she tries to -SHOVE- him face-first back into the ground! Her chest heaving as sweat glistens off of her body, clearly pushed to the very edges of her endurance fighting this titanic monster of a man!

COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Elena's Body Slam.

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Elena            0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief finds his face rammed into the ground. The wrestler... is getting yet more angered. Very angered. He shoves his body to the side to push the girl off of him, and he throws himself up to his feet. "Don't you ever go down!?," demands Zangief.
The massive red-clad wrestler's hands lash out to attempt grabbing the princess, right hand at her neck, left hand set to an inner thigh. He attempts to simply hoist her up and lay her back across his broad shoulders, both hands pulling down sharply in a torture rack hold.

COMBATSYS: Elena blocks Zangief's Medium Throw.

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Elena            1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0          Zangief

Elena is yet again snatched from the air the moment she tries to leap away from his destructive fists! Her blue eyes widen with shock as she can feel herself arranged over the man's vast shoulders. Although, as he -YANKS- her downwards in a move that would render any other mortal human screaming in pain.. Well..
Actually she seems to bend rather easily. Simply going limp as the extremely flexible woman bends over his shoulders far enough for her arm and her leg to nearly touch one another infront of Zangief's face!
Her head dangling to the side of his face, her dirty, bloodied, embattled face manages a grin, "Oo.. T..that felt kinda nice..!"
As once again, the cuts on her face from the repeated ground-crushing begin to fade away..

Elena is yet again snatched from the air the moment she tries to leap away from his destructive fists! Her blue eyes widen with shock as she can feel herself arranged over the man's vast shoulders. Although, as he -YANKS- her downwards in a move that would render any other mortal human screaming in pain.. Well..
Actually she seems to bend rather easily. Simply going limp as the extremely flexible woman bends over his shoulders far enough for her arm and her leg to nearly touch one another infront of Zangief's face!
Her head dangling to the side of his face, her dirty, bloodied, embattled face manages a grin, "Oo.. T..that felt kinda nice..!"
Once again this incredibly durable woman attempts to strike her way to freedom, wrenching her ankle free of Zangief's clutching mit and uses his other arm to swing herself -aaaaaaaaaall- the way around him! Looping around until she attempts to CRASH a foot directly to his face and point blank like a whipping rubberband!

COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Elena's Rhino Horn.

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Elena            1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief glares at the surprisingly flexible woman. He gives her no response in his submission hold feeling good. How crazy is that?! A man of his strength, warping a body, and that body telling him it's -nice-? She's crazy! She -has- to be a witch!
The moment she breaks free of the hold and brings her knee up, Zangief moves his arms before his face to take the brunt of the attack. He then thrusts his arms out to push her away from him.
"Alright, girl! You've done messed up!," Zangief declares.
"You've been making me angry...!"
Eyes narrow. Veins bulge.
"And you won't like me when I'm angry!"
Zangief's arms pump inwards, flexing the muscle althroughout his body. The veins begin to bulge massively along his neck and face. His teeth clench, and he begins to let out a rumbling growl. This growl picks up intensity, until he's all but roaring.

COMBATSYS: Zangief gathers his will.

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Elena            1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1          Zangief

The nice back-stretch felt pretty good.. But Elena will confess she's seen better days!
The woman bounces away from his strong block, flying a good number of feet as she lands backpeddling. Taking a few extra steps before simply collapsing down onto the ground.. leaning heavily to the side with wide eyes as her lungs pump for air. Her seemingly inhuman endurance asside, she's clearly on her last legs. Barely willing her body to stand now.. as she shakingly pushes herself to her feet once more. Breathing deeply as she focuses her strength inwards and her wounds slowly begin to wash away from her.. But not nearily quick enough. Not as fast as this mountain of fury can lay on the pain. She remembers how incredibly hard he hit the last time he 'hulked up' in such a way, and she knows she cannot endure that twice.
With a small grin, Elena announces to the raging bull of a man, "It was.. a.. a pleasure f..fighting you.. my friend.." A hand hugging her arm as she seems to wait for the inevitable.

Zangief seems to have absolutely no interest in chit-chatting with his opponent. She's proven herself to be a hassle. A hassle that must be squashed. The very obvious charging gets the audience all on the edges of their proverbial seats, eyes widened.
While Zangief doesn't turn green (or gray and metallic, for that matter), he certainly demonstrates a much more profound burst of energy. He rushes towards Elena, ignoring whatever else she may be doing, and attempts to grab her. If successful, he chucks her into the air. And of course, he leaps up after her. But instead of piledriving her this time, he simply grabs her, pivots a full 360-degrees in midair, and flings her down towards the ground hard.

COMBATSYS: Elena successfully hits Elena with Healing.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Zangief

COMBATSYS: Elena dodges Zangief's Aerial Russian Slam.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Zangief

The Russian Prince of Power certainly would have liked to finish off this aggravating whelp of a woman.
Seeing the world through a haze of red as he trundles forth. He can alllmost feel his hands grab her shoulders and finish this once and for all.
Except, of course, she isn't there.
As his hands sweep through the empty air, he will notice his head feels considerably heavier.

Elena is balancing herself on his head in a perfect one-handed hand-stand. "That.." She admits with wide eyes, "..Would have hurt." She understates with more than a little trepidation.
Of course, now she must ask herself. Now what?
This inhuman beast of power seems to be virtually indestructable. Her blows have done little to even slow his inexorable progress.. and for all the dramatic flair of her last quick escape.. She knows she cannot keep that up forever. The next solid blow will crush her utterly. Time to use a somewhat new strategy.

The nimble Elena quickly then bounces off of Zangief's head as he doubtlessly whirls to catch her. Flipping away as she dives into the rubble, and quickly steals a page from that wonderful Roberto boy she met a week or two ago! Hooking her foot into a nearby broken clod of debris and -kicking- it in the direction of the mighty one! Hopefully to slow him down just a little more to buy her that critical time she needs..

COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Elena's Thrown Object.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief grabs.. nothing? What the heck? She wriggled away? AND SHE LOOKS LESS INJURED AGAIN!? Zangief growls angrily, and begins to simply stomp towards her. He sees her projectile coming, but does nothing to move out of its way. He just continues forward. Stomping. Glaring. Growling. His arms reach out once more, attempting to grab her by the arms, twirl once, and fling her directly out of the ring and into the audience.

Suddenly, in the CROWD and the SWARM of cries cheering on the Russian Red Cyclon, a voice, a dreaded voice pipes up.

A chinese boy, wearing a red cap, shouts proudly. "YOU CAN DO IT, ZANGIEF!"

COMBATSYS: Elena blocks Zangief's Fast Throw.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Zangief

Elena watches the lumbering beast of a man simply deflect away her hurled rock like the minor pest it was. The woman shambles backwards a few steps, watching his relentless assault press on as she knows she's simply run out of tricks. His lunging arms manage to grab her as she's FLUNG towards the audience with a sharp cry!
Although, flipping once in mid-air she manages to land safely like a cat. Balancing precariously on the tip of a flagpole near the screaming stands of wrestling fans!
In a moment of inspiration, she glances down around the pole. Just running short on options, with a slow heave she realizes there's nothing else to do but to hit the giant straight on. No where to run, and no where else to go.
Closing her eyes briefly, she quickly slides down the pole like a fireman. Landing in a roll and -charging- the oncoming Zangief yet again! Doubtlessly she races again to her doom.. but to do any thing else would dishonor the man who graciously allowed her to share in his fame! If only for a few minutes..
She leaps briefly into the air, perhaps in a bid to confuse his timing only to land and -slide- for his shins. Looking to loop one leg around his ankle and strike the back of his knee in a vain hope to get him to fall once more. This could be it folks!

COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Elena's Medium Throw.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief smiles a sort of twisted smile when the woman lets out that cry. Ah, that's a good sign. Means she's -surely- done and over wi-.. oh, come on! Zangief stomps his boot down hard against the ground in frustration. "WHY DON'T YOU GO DOWN!?," he demands. This woman? Hellishly confusing. Any normal person would probably be in the hospital by now. But her? She seems right as rain.
Whatever that means.
As she charges Zangief, he readies himself to grapple with her. But she proves to be a slippery one yet again, and she skids to his leg and takes it out. Kind of. He stumbles and steps his large foot right out of the trip with surprising ease, and he moves to the corner of the ring. His hands set up against the perimeter guarding, and he begins to relax his muscles. Focusing on himself, steadying his breathing, tuning out any pain, and pulling himself back together. He even slouches back against his corner. His eyes, however, never leave his prey.

COMBATSYS: Zangief drops his guard to recover.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0          Zangief

Could it be? The mountain of power is actually beginning to show.. fatigue?
Elena doesn't quite manage to trip the massive warrior, but clearly his ferocity has begun to wane. Rather than pursuing her with his indominable strength and savagery.. He.. backs away?
Feeling a glimmer of something approximating hope as the Destroyer of Men begins to waiver, it is Elena's turn to press the attack. Perhaps this may well be simply a cunning ploy to lure the evasive woman out of her seemingly endless reserve of defenses. If so.. she's clearly falling for it as she presses on with everything she's got left!

The brave dancer continues her movements after the rough block, spinning about bodily as she once more begins to walk forwards upon her hands. Her feet whirling in a unpredictable, wild hurricane of kicks! Clearly Elena is grabbing for her last chance with all the strength she can muster!

COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Elena's Lynx Tail.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief starts to grin again. A toothy, broad, altogether unsettling grin. She's coming at him again? Well, he fully expects that. But all that bulk isn't there simply for looks. Heck, if it were there for looks, it would be failing him massively. But his muscle tightens visibly as she approaches, his hands tightening on the ropes.. right until the moves into strike range. His arms move in quickly to deflect the majority of the kicks. And he lets out a laugh with it this time.
While still laughing, Zangief manuevers from that corner of the ring to circle Elena. He looks much more vibrant and lively now. He just needed that opportunity to catch his breath. The eyes of the Russian wrestling narrow intently on his dark-skinned opponent, studying her for an opening. He begins to circle her slowly...

COMBATSYS: Zangief focuses on his next action.

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Elena            0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0          Zangief

Elena can feel her wild strikes bounce off the Russian Titan's formitable defenses, as that brief glimmer of hope flashes away.
That was all she had left.
With a final spin she rolls away.. stumbling back a few feet as the Russian Bear manages to catch his breath. Her lungs hardly holding any breath left at all as she continues to back away with small hops. No, this time he's ready for her. Aware of all her tricks.

Although.. as the Kenyan turns her gaze slowly to the crowds behind her. A good number have begun to cheer her name in turn. The incredible display against an opponent most figured she would't last thirty seconds against has begun to win even more over.
"..You.. You are an incredible warrior my friend.." Elena breathes as she watches Zangief circle in, "The strongest I.. I have ever seen. You certainly have won another fan.. this day." Breathing as she grins to him sincerely.
But incase the might one thinks that means she's throwing in the towel, think again! No. She meets her fate head-on. What grace the spirits have given her has finally run out. It is time to settle this battle!

With a few quick steps Elena leaps forward, landing in a one-handed stand as a quick kick flips for the warrior's oncoming chest!

COMBATSYS: Elena successfully hits Zangief with Handstand Whip.

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Elena            0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief snorts at her. Aside from that, the titan gives no response. He's focused intently on the dark-skinned warrior, preparing for his strike. When her attack comes, he tries to pull out of the way. The kick lands, nevertheless, on target. With a grunt, Zangief shrugs it off and makes a grab for shoulders. If he grabs, he pulls her in to lock her neck between his legs again. If successful on that, his arms lock around her stomach to pull her into the piledrive position again.
Upwards Zangief leaps with his prey, spinning rapidly, aiming to drive the girl's head against the ground.

COMBATSYS: Elena blocks Zangief's Screw Piledriver.

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Elena            0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0          Zangief

Once again Elena finds herself unable to escape this Russian beast's grip! Even after striking him in the chest soundly, the mighty one rampages forwards without so much as a flinch! She is grabbed once more and flipped upwards, the abrupt movements jerking her about.
Unwilling to suffer that unspeakably devastating move once again, the Kenyan manages to wrench her slippery body from his grip. Rolling herself over his shoulder just as he tries to lift her up and rolling down his back.
The Kenyan can feel the adrenaline surging within her body, the doomed resignation bringing a certain clarity to her. An assureness of movement as she finds comfort in knowing how well she has stood up to a man most of the world considers completely unstoppable.
Simply now continuing to evade his grasp, recovering as best she can while moving swiftly away.

COMBATSYS: Elena gains composure.

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Elena            0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0          Zangief

Zangief feels her wriggle free of his grasp, and Zangief lets out an outraged roar. He clambers back to his feet and turns to face her. "You can keep at this all night!," declares the wrestler. "But you can't ever take down the might of Mother Russia! And that means me, as Her representative!" His right fist pumps into the air in a display of power.
And then? Zangief rushes in towards Elena swiftly, aiming that right hand out for her shoulder to grab and bear her down into the ground. If successful, his left hand launches towards her stomach, fingers curved to clench around her abdominals.

COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits Elena with Stomach Claw.

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Elena            0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0          Zangief

Sooner or later luck catches up with everyone. For all her dozens of incredible gambles that paid off, for all her shocking spiritual power that allowed her to get back up to her feet when three men would have been destroyed by the assault leveled against her. For all her resourcefulness, she could not forever thwart Russia's greatest champion!

The Kenyan's moment of pause was her undoing. Her body finally failing her as he legs simply give out. Just unable to continue on in the face of this titanic man's limitless endurance. Her final dodge was half-hearted at best as she's finally caught!
Thrown to the ground and SLAMMED into her stomach with enough force to double her over. Her eyes bug widely as the air is blasted from her failed body. Blood trickling down the corner of her lips as she flops back upon the rubble.. clearly, finally spent.
The woman's long dark fingers gently brush the side of Zangief's wrist, "..S.such.. strength.." She croaks out before her arm simply falls to the side. Her head lolling to the ground as unconsciousness claims her.
The Russian Conqueror does it again!

COMBATSYS: Elena takes no action.

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Zangief          0/-------/--=====|

COMBATSYS: Elena can no longer fight.

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Zangief          0/-------/--=====|

Zangief keeps his fingers dug into her stomach fiercely until the girl finally seems to succumb to unconsciousness. His hand pulls back and he raises to his feet. He turns around to face the audience, fully expecting her to finally be done for.
The announcer waits to survey her condition, then finally gives the call of victory. "Winner! ZAAAN~GIIIEEF!"
Zangief lifts his boot to set overtop her stomach, and his fists thrust into the air. Index fingers point victoriously to the sky, and he lets out a triumphant cry. The enraptured audience bursts into cheering and clapping, lauding their champ... as well as the fight in general. It was much more rivetting than they would've thought!

Log created by Zangief, and last modified on 08:25:51 04/28/2007.