Neo League 526 - #528: Drake vs Laurel

Description: Greetings, fight fans! Guest descer Stan Lee here! Witness the wondrous wrangling between a winsome wrestler and a working-class warrior! Tremble as their terrible titanic talents turn a town's train tunnel terminal into a tour of trained tussling! And, finally, concentrate upon the climatic conclusion, when a captured Canon camera is cast, condemning the combatants to a common closing as they both collapse, neither claiming the caption of champion. (Draw Match)

The subway stations of Metro City are never really 'empty'. Quite to the contrary, there's rarely a time that the stations don't have people mingling and maneuvering their way from point A to point B. The only real exception is in the late hours of night and early hours of morning, when the homeless and drunk make their way underground to avoid the law enforcement up above. Rush hour is jam-packed with people trying to make their way home. Either time is simply horrible when trying to plan a Neo League Fight.

This is why, as the hour hand rests comfortably on the '10' on the clock and the minute hand slowly maneuvers its way around, a makeshift 'ring' has been set up out of the way of the major foot traffic. It does seem somewhat perilously close to the train tracks, but surely the fighters would never try to do something as heinous as throw their opponent in the path of a moving vehicle. ...well, hopefully not these two, anyway.

Laurel doesn't know much about her opponent, just that his name as on the 'recommended' list a NL agent provided her with. Drake? Sounds like the songbird's found a duck to go up against. And no matter how often she repeats that joke in her own head, she still giggles slightly from it, no matter how lame it is. The blonde is relaxing on one of the subway benches in her 'costume', occasionally casting a glance over at a small group of young men taking pictures of her with the cameras on their cell phones, wondering if it's worth using one of her little sonic surprises to break them.

It's Domino, blast it! Domino! That's the trouble of ever mentioning your real name to these fight companies. They always tag it in their lineup, and people wind up referring to you by that instead of your appropriate ring name. Bah!

But unawares of this, Domino descends the steps leading into the subway terminal, wearing his casual street clothes, obsidian eyebrow quirked. A quick survey of the area reveals a makeshift ring, a bench, and more importantly, a curiously-dressed woman perched on the bench. Needless to say, that eyebrow remains quirked.

The model starts in her direction, offering a faint smile and a wave of his hand. Just by looking at her attire, he can tell a couple things: one, she has style, two, she's probably a fun person. That's always good. "'Allo," he greets with a fake British accent, pleasant smile offered. His thumbs hook into the pockets of his pants, looking.. well.. like he's posing for casuality. If that's even possible.

Models can be a conundrum.

This is why Laurel doesn't even bother giving herself a fancy name. As long as she can keep her last name out of peoples mouths, it'll mean people can't hunt her down when she's a regular civilian and do her harm. Her 'work' life and her 'home' life are two very seperate things. So when the voice speaks up to her, her first instinct is to comment that no, she is -not- there seeking a good time, and unless said person wants a knee in their junk, they'll keep going.

However, someone said -something- to her about her opponent being British, so the accent makes her pause and tilt her head back to look over her shoulder. ...yup, matches the picture she was sent, too. "Hey, look who showed up!" She gives one of her fishnets a quick tug to get it back into place after sitting, and stands up. "I was worried you went to a different station, or got lost somewhere, or mugged by people who aren't smart enough to be terrified of someone whose country thinks that brawling is the civilized part of soc- er, football."

The blonde slips off her jacket and hangs it over a nearby, unused piece of sound equipment meant to make the video experience as great as actually being there, and moves over to the ring before doing a few stretches. "Make yourself comfortable, I guess. I'm in no hurry, the taggers and gangers seem to have heard this was going on and made themselves scarce."

Man, her informant totally failed her.

You see, her commentary just gets -the- most puzzled look from those amethyst eyes. "Wha?" The way he says this should, indeed, verify that he is in fact not British. He was just being his typical playful self. So the country joke went straight over his head.

But at least she got the right picture of him, right? Right.

Domino shrugs his shoulders and saunters over to the makeshift ring and slips into it. "Convenient enough, I guess. Nice outfit," he compliments, permitting things to segway right along. "I'm supposing this'll be a pretty interesting match, hrm?" He glances about himself and sees.. not the amount of spectators he's used to for his Neo League matches. Man, did his last fight really cost him that much fans? Geeze...

The outfit comment? It gets a slight smile and a reply of "It gets the job done." And don't worry about the crowd, Drake. Laurel's almost a complete unknown in the fighting world. One who's pretty much lost in every appearance she's made so far. As for the whole 'not really British' deal? Ignored. Saying anything would mean that Laurel would have to face the fact that she didn't listen to a damn thing she was told about her upcoming opponent.

Aaaaanywho. "I hope so. If not, I'll have to have words with a certain someone about a certain list." Laurel puts her hands on her hips as she leans back a bit, and then turns her head a bit just to make sure she's ready. "Any time you're ready." At least she's not saying his name out loud. If she expects others not to press her about her name, it's only fair she does the same for them.

COMBATSYS: Drake has started a fight here.

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Drake            0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Laurel has joined the fight here.

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Drake            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Laurel

Domino quirks a smile back at her and inclines his head slightly. "I'll bet it does." A hand lifts to whisk through his hair, as if to ruffle it. This accomplishes nothing, since it just falls right back into place. "Alright. We'll get started, then. Pleasantries afterwards."

Domino holds long enough to wink an eye at her, then he's suddenly dashing in. He attempts to sweep right past her and maneuver in behind her back, where his arms can quickly come up underneath her arms and his hands can lock together behind her neck. Wrestling enthusiasts may recognize this as a sleeper hold, with his arms applying pressure to her neck to slowly, steadily cut off airflow.

COMBATSYS: Laurel endures Drake's Fast Throw!!

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Drake            0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0           Laurel

"Afterwards it is, then. Loser buys the winner a drink? I know a nice bar just down the r-" Well, then! Most of the guys Laurel has fought believed in letting women go first, but it seems Drake actually knows better. Chivalry has its place, but fighting isn't one of them.

The blonde doesn't seem to have much in the way of reaction time as Drake grabs her from behind and applies the sleeper hold, but everything is not what they seem. The blonde grunts slightly as a few spots form in her vision, and then ignores it as she twists a little bit sideways and then braces herself. The woman then jumps, kicking her legs out slightly to brace herself between Drake and a nearby concrete support post, using it to try to lift herself further.

Should it all work, Laurel will be attempting to use the hold against Drake, two twist him around and slam him onto the ground with her own weight landing on him.

COMBATSYS: Drake fails to counter Strong Throw from Laurel with Blackout.

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Drake            0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0           Laurel

And it seems to work. Domino is a little puzzled over what she's attempting to do. Strange, how few people actually -try- this. But is works out perfectly for her, complete with the girl landing overtop him squarely. He lets out an 'ouf', teeth gritting. Give'em just a minute to collect himself again, and he'll be fine.

Laurel will actually reach down and give Drake a tousle of his hair. "Thanks for catching me." Then the blonde woman is standing up and shifting her weight slightly before she crouches and brings her fist down, attempting to punch him right smack in the square of the back. "Just in case I popped anything out of place." Isn't she kind?

COMBATSYS: Laurel successfully hits Drake with Quick Punch.

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Drake            0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0           Laurel

"No problem..," mutters a semi-breathless Domino. But then a fist whacks into him, earning a small wince. He, however, pulls away from her and to the side, before rolling back towards her, attempting to bear her down against the ground on her front. If successful, he mounts upon her lower back and attempts to lock his hands together beneath her chin. And if caught, her upper-half is yanked upright, backwards in a wrenching camel clutch submission hold, putting massive amounts of strain along the girl's spine.

COMBATSYS: Laurel dodges Drake's Strong Throw.

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Drake            0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0           Laurel

The blonde felt how much Drake's grabs can hurt before, and she's not eager to experience again. Much like how a poker player will intentionally lose the first couple hands to judge an opponent, Laurel's not afraid of taking a blow to judge how to best focus her efforts. And now, she's playing for keeps.

"Grabby, aren't you?" Laurel smirks slightly before she shifts her weight back and then steps forward to bring her leg up and try to kick at Drake's chest. "Guess I'll have to make you keep your distance, then!"

COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Laurel's Light Kick.

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Drake            0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0           Laurel

Having failed his grapple attempt, Domino remains in crouched position. He peers up at the girl and smirks back at her. "Wrestling. S'what I do." Partly, anyway. A big part, but still. Partly.

The kick attempt fails to find purchase, as Domino is suddenly backrolling to end on his feet and at full height once more. And once on his feet again, he skips forward a step and twists over, launching his right foot over in a spinning sidekick aimed for her stomach. Ideally, this should be forceful enough to double her over or stagger her back. Either way, he makes an attempt to grab her and lock her neck between his legs. From there, his arms go to hook around her midsection to hoist her up and seat her on his shoulders. And from there? He drops down to the ground, aiming to powerbomb her back against the hard subway floor.

COMBATSYS: Laurel blocks Drake's Combo Throw.

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Drake            0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0           Laurel

Laurel is lifted, Laurel seems startled...and Laurel barely manages to twist herself to brace against the impact with the ground. Ow. The woman grunts as she starts to push herself back up, and lightly touches the arm she landed on, just to make sure nothing broke. "Not bad."

The woman takes a few steps back, and then smiles a bit. "Here's what I do."

The woman takes a deep breath, and then starts to scream. The only real visible sign of the attack is the circle of dust and grit from the air suddenly getting pushed towards Drake as if by a cone of force. It's nothing special, soundwise... but those guys taking pictures with the cell phones behind him? They'll probably find a few cracks later on.

COMBATSYS: Drake parries Laurel's Canary Call!

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Drake            0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0           Laurel

Her compliment gets another wink from the model once he's on his feet again. But then.. she starts screaming at him. He's seen a lot of strange things for fighters to do. Really. I mean, he's met Mignon. But he's never been just -screamed- at.

But the visible ring of carried debris clues him in. Moments before the signature ring reaches him, Domino springs into the air, pirouetting upside-down to land behind the girl, facing her while she's still screaming. And once there, his arms go to just hook around her stomach to yank her back against him. His arms pump sharply, attempting to crush the girl's abdomen relentlessly. Normally the Blackout technique has more to it... but attacking from behind with that hold doesn't warrant such, and he's not intercepting an attack.

COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Laurel with Blackout EX.

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Drake            0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1           Laurel

The only problem with vocal attacks? You wind up rather out of breath after each one. And when someone knocks you in the gut afterward, you really tend to feel it. The female fighter falls to her knees, wheezing for a moment as she tries to get her breath back, and then glances back at Drake with a slightly accusatory look. "You don't hold back. Guess I don't need to either." Laurel works herself back up to a standing position, and then turns, bringing her arm around backwards with her hand in a fist towards Drake's head. Should it work, the woman will immediately try to grab his hair and pull his face down to a rising knee.

COMBATSYS: Drake counters Blow For Justice from Laurel with Solar Eclipse.

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Drake            0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1           Laurel

The bearhug seems to have done it's job, and yes, Laurel is thus released to flop about how she will. The wrestler circles around her, eyes narrowed, waiting to see if she can continue fighting. But indeed, she gets back up to her feet. All seems well for her. Or.. at least, it seems like she can go on.

And this is demonstrated nicely when her fist comes at his head. But rather than just take it, his hand lashes up quickly to intercept it at the wrist. Simultanious to this, his other arm hooks between her legs, and utilizing the momentum behind her swing, he hoists her up off her feet. With a quick turnabout, he drives the girl down to the ground on her back, while he lands his firmed sixpacked abdominals across her stomach in a powerslam.

Pay no mind to Laurel while she tries to get her vision to stop swirling. "You know, normally a guy doesn't get this close until after the third date." The blonde attempts to slip out from under Drake, and she rubs her stomach. "...if it's that rough, the seventh date." The blonde scoots herself back, and gets back up into a standing position, watching Drake carefully. "...this is going to sting a bit."

The woman then takes a very, very deep breath...and instead of the controlled scream before, this is simply a scream at the top of her lungs, one that resonates off the walls and causes dust to fall from the ceilings as force spreads from her in waves.

COMBATSYS: Laurel successfully hits Drake with Kite Screech.

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Drake            1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0           Laurel

Her commentary actually gets a soft laugh from Domino. He was right - she is kind'a fun. But he cuts the laugh short, since he's -supposed- to be super-focused. The Dark Side of Domino, and all that. But still, she manages to wriggle away. Domino then gets back up to his feet, and he quirks an eyebrow at her. "Huh?"

Then, blam. The scream is unleashed, and Domino is blasted back with a cry that is.. well.. muted, against Laurel's own. He lands in a tumble, falling the remainder of the way back from the girl until he ends in a sprawl, facedown.

...But then he's pushing himself back up to his feet, bewildered look on his face. "You're -definitely- a screamer," he muses. "..Whoa. Kind'a deaf now.." His right hand lifts to set to his ear, amethyst eyes zeroing in on Laurel intently.

COMBATSYS: Drake focuses on his next action.

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Drake            1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0           Laurel

Laurel's lips mouth the words 'It'll fade.' She doesn't try to burst anybody's ear drums...well, not in a League fight, anyway. Laurel takes a few deep breaths as she attempts to regain her composure. The blow she took is finally catching up with her, and if Drake needs a moment to regain his hearing, that's fine with her. She'll just...y'know, take that moment to catch her breath.

COMBATSYS: Laurel gains composure.

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Drake            1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0           Laurel

Domino pats over his ear a couple times more.. then gives a thumbs-up and a small grin. But, of course, the grin fades. The girl's a little more dangerous than he was giving credit. Nevertheless, the fight must go on. So he closes in on her again.. and suddenly attempts to grab the girl again. Left arm goes to hook around her stomach, right arm tries to hook under her legs. And if caught, he sweeps her off her feet in a cradle, suspending her before him. And from there, he drops down to a knelt position, aiming to smash her back over his upturned knee.

COMBATSYS: Laurel endures Drake's Medium Throw.

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Drake            1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0           Laurel

The blonde's back is smacked against Drake's knee, but Laurel already has her legs in position for her next move. Fortunately, Laurel was able to tuck one arm underneath her to catch the ground and slide herself back some. While her pelvis does still smack hard against Drake's knee, Laurel is able to use the slight rebound to force her legs up to attempt to wrap her thighs around her opponent's neck. "...try not to enjoy this. I know, it's hard."

That said, Laurel will lift her arm, letting her weight pull down on Drake's head, which she applies a snap of her hips to so he'll fall past her flat on his face onto the ground.

COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Laurel's Frankensteiner.

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Drake            1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0           Laurel

Domino feels a back against his knee.. but.. she's quickly twisting right around and locking her thighs around his neck. Domino's eyes widen in surprise.. this is the second time in two weeks that someone's tried putting a Frankensteiner on'em! But he decidedly favors this user.

Still, no time to be enjoying the throw. Besides, she asked him not to. So Domino's head just slips right out from between her legs, and he suddenly makes a grab for her shoulders. If caught, he raises to his full height and yanks her head between his legs to lock her neck between his legs. His arms then hook around her stomach to hoist her up into piledrive position...

COMBATSYS: Laurel just-defends Drake's Total Eclipse!

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Drake            0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0           Laurel

Laurel isn't quite sure -how- it happened. One moment she was held upside down, and the next...she was sliding free? Apparently, it's hard to get a good solid grip on fishnet nylons! ...of course, now they have two huge runs in them from where Drake was trying to hold on. "Aw, know how much these cost? They're ruined!" Laurel pivots around and sweeps her leg at Drake's knees, attempting to drop him down to the ground before she swings her other leg out to catch him on the back of the head.

COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Laurel's Back Alley Kick.

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Drake            0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0           Laurel

Domino is just as surprised by this, and he even squeaks when he notices the scrwed-up fishnet. "Aw, man," he sighs. "Sorry 'bout tha-"

And she's attacking. He reacts in an instant, hopping just high enough to clear her initial kick, then twisting over to evade the follow-up. But the moment that has been dodged, he attempts to hook her head under his left arm, and hook her left leg with his right arm. And if caught, he bridges back to suplex her over and slam her onto her back quickly.

COMBATSYS: Laurel blocks Drake's Fast Throw.

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Drake            0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0           Laurel

Laurel's hand reaches out to grab hold of Drake's arm, flinching slightly at her smaller body mass trying to stop his, and pushes it away from her. The blonde stands up under her /own/ power, thank you very much, and quickly goes for a less-than-glamorous punch to Drake's gut, followed by a haymaker to the face, a nifty combo taught to her by a teacher of hers ages ago.

COMBATSYS: Drake fails to counter Strong Punch from Laurel with Solar Eclipse.

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Drake            0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0           Laurel

Domino twists back over to his feet and readies himself to continue the barrage against the smaller opponent.. but it's kind've apparent that he's starting to wear down. He sees the punch coming a mile away, though. He prepares to catch it and just flip her over again.. but it slips right by somehow. He's doubled over, then knocked to a knee, stunned and now hurting.

At this point, Laurel's in a bit of a fighting daze. She's in enough pain to be slipping into 'whatever it takes to take them down' mode, an after effect of primarily fighting street thugs and gangsters. The woman wobbles, and then takes a step back and screams again, this time...doing it a bit differently. They're both already tired, so Laurel's going to try to make Drake even -more- tired so it'll be harder for him to fight back. The scream is almost imperceptable, since it's a much higher frequency, and harder to work against as it tries to play with its friend, Mr. Inner Ear.

COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Laurel's Mockingbird Cry EX.

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Drake            0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0           Laurel

But be that as it may, Domino catches the sound as it comes. He grits his teeth and peers up at the woman - more soundwave attacks? He pushes back into a roll again, this time rising a bit more haphazardly. He stumbles a little, but then quickly closes in on here and attempts to hit her with a reverse knifehand strike to the side of the neck, followed by a sharp jab from the left aimed for her cheek. The fight has to be nearing a close at this point...

COMBATSYS: Laurel endures Drake's Quick Punch.

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Drake            0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1           Laurel

Laurel leans back with the punch, letting Drake get close enough for it to matter. Her hand reaches up to grab his wrist when he's up close against her, and she just smiles a bit. "Loser buys the winner two drinks. And a pack of ice."

With that said, Laurel reaches to take hold of Drake's shoulders. Should she succeed, she'll pull him down so his face impacts her knee not once, not twice, but three times. After that, once he snaps back up, she'll step forward, still holding on to him, and drive her knee up into his stomach, followed by applying force to the back of his head to drive him down to the ground to kiss the pavement.

COMBATSYS: Laurel successfully hits Drake with Underground Crackdown.

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Drake            0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0           Laurel

Grabbed and a bit too weakened to really do anything about it, Domino just glowers at her. And then comes pain. He's struck repeatedly, right up until he's driven against the ground. He groans after the hit... but surprise of surprises, he struggles free of her. He twists aside, then rolls back over to her. He gets to his knees and attempts to grab her head under his left arm, and he drops back, aiming to quickly drive her head against the ground behind him.

COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Laurel with Fast Throw.

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Drake            0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0           Laurel

...if that didn't take Drake down, it seems Laurel might be paying for the two drinks after all. ...which'll be awkward, cause this outfit doesn't really allow for pockets. The woman is caught by surprise after Drake jumps back up, and is dragged along to impact the ground behind him. "...ow." The woman weakly turns over and stares at Drake. It seems she might not have the strength to get back up and kick or punch him, so the woman does the next best thing. She fumbles around beside her until her hand lands, of all things, an actual camera held by one of the League fight arrangers who thought the battle was over. Almost, pal, but not quite.

Laurel grabs it, and barely manages to sit up before she says, "Looks like I owe the league a new camera," and she chucks it at Drake's head before falling over again. "...this is getting rather old."

COMBATSYS: Laurel can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Laurel successfully hits Drake with Thrown Object.
- Power hit! -

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Expecting the girl to be out finally, Domino just exhales a sigh and relaxes. But that's when a camera comes clean out of nowhere, smacks into his head, and.. well, there's a bit of blood that flies, and then Domino is lying back, motionless. That's really all there is for him. He's knocked out.

COMBATSYS: Drake has ended the fight here.

If only Laurel could raise her head to see Drake sprawled out on the ground nearby. But the woman is much too sore, so she takes comfort in the fact that she heard the camera hit -something- out there, and probably shatter, if the sound was any indication. ...but hey, the good news is that when they both wake up, they'll each have to buy each other two drinks and a pack of ice! Everybody wins!

Log created on 21:09:13 10/18/2007 by Laurel, and last modified on 12:35:47 10/20/2007.