Neo League 826 - #838: Vyle vs Adon

Description: With Southtown slowly falling to chaos, both Adon and Vyle are very concerned. The Silver Snake wants in on the action, while the Red Jaguar has more lofty goal. As Adon begins his invasion of Southtown with his own private army, he wants to begin his own takeover... of the Neo-League. <Winner: Adon>

Hell was breaking loose across Southtown. The combined forces of Shadaloo and NESTS were ripping a scar across the city. The Syndicate, struggling to keep their gains, rake new wounds across it. Many people were trapped in this horror, pinned under the ravages of what was likely the largest, most drawn out gang war in the history of mankind.

More importantly, many members of the Neo-League were stuck in the city.

The sound of a neck snapping introduces the city to the Emperor of Muay Thai. Like most kings, he was not alone, but had his own royal escort with him. Ten competant Muay Thai warriors. One offical Neo-League judge. One cameraman. And skull clutched tightly in his right hand, a lone perimeter guard.

"SEE, Joe, and LOOK upon the CHAOS that SHADALOO and NESTS has WROUGHT upon the CITY of SOUTHTOWN!" The emperor screeches at his cameraman, who nervously runs the film. "Uh, sure, right, but shouldn't you keep your voice do-" "SHUT UP! The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI is a MAN of PRESENCE. There is NO REASON to FEAR. You are GRACED with the PROTECTION of MUAY THAI. And THIS PROTECTION is ETERNAL..." And hurled the limp body of the man into the woods behind him. "And HIGHLY effective."

Adon was taking this small entourage into Southtown with a single-minded goal: To win the Neo-League. With a majority of members trapped or tied down in the city, many assumed that the tournament was on hold. This, of course, nearly offended Adon into a blind rage to rival Sagat. Yes, he was in the lead. But he wasn't far enough in the lead. Anyone could fight anyone and just pull ahead. And worse, he might have to fight Chun-Li again... or another power warrior. No, he didn't want to get knocked down by some idle warrior. He had a list of individuals who were weak; easy pickings for an Emperor of Muay Thai. He intended to hunt them down, and force them into a NL fight. The judge was easily bribed; the cameraman, not so much. And yet, there they were, at the edge of Southtown, the weak security trying to keep people in and out now assuming room temperature.

Indeed...the chaos was palpable in town. It was a time of pandemonium...a time of sheer brutality and rampant lawlessness....a time....

For profit. That's Vyle's thought, anyways, as he seems to have struck into the vein of in formation to hear what was going down in Southtown, and hitch a trip in to make his name. The perfect chance to get in-roads, after all. He was smart though...he's not about to head in from the airport or harbor, obvious roads into town. No...he's smart enough to slink in through the well as create some of his own, as noted by the dribble of green down his chin. "Time to make a name," he hisses to himself, making his way toward the city, eyes wary on what other obstacles might be in the way...

Adon's pack begins unloading, taking a short break as eight of the Emperor's guard spread out to scout of the perimeter. The Muay Thai master was somewhat concerned for their safety, and had strict orders to keep their ventures conservative. Keep with the buddy system, and do not stray far. The Emperor of Muay Thai had no room to underestimate the forces of Shadaloo. He remembered their ventures in Thailand. He remembered Vega's ventures to his very tournament. And unlike his homeland, he did not bear a large force of reserves. Until he set up a safe house here in Southtown, these 12 men were all he had.

One of the remain men bends over on his hands and knees to prepare himself for his Emperor. Adon immediately sits down on his warrior, using his body as an acceptable stool. The judge nervously adjusts his sunglasses as the cameraman fixes it on the Muay Thai master. "Sooooo... Does the Emperor of Muay Thai have to say anything for the record?" Joe begins, dropping low as he locked his small digital camera upon the massive chin of the Jaguar. Adon looks down at the camera, and flashes his teeth in a wide grin. "Only that THIS will be the GREATEST effort in the HISTORY of MANKIND to show how SERIOUS a TRUE MASTER of MARTIAL ARTS is to EXPAND his talents. Number Ten! Bring Alfred something STRONG to DRINK!" Snapping his fingers, he motions the other warrior towards the judge, nodding furiously. The cameraman turns his tool of trade to the Muay Thai warrior, who hastily drops his bag of supplies to draw out a silver thermos and a steel mug. He slowly begins to fill it up with a beige liquid.

Considering the number and tightknitted-ness of the group, it might be a problem if any of them are taken out, even temporarily. So what happens when contact with a pair of Adon's men is suddenly lost?

The hypothetical isn't quite so hypothetical, as Vyle's attempted stealthwalk into the city seems to take himself in the path of two such men. Not willing to let his road into the city get hampered anymore, the gaudy rudo slinks forward, like a snake on his belly as he approaches...then chop blocking the legs out of one of the mooks. "Hisssss...", menacingly and mockingly as he tries to pick up the other with an uncharacteristic choke hold....and toss him hard down into the other with a nasty one hand slam.

As Alfred takes up the mug of brandy, he thanks Number 10, and tilts the drink back. The camera snaps back to Adon, who just stares at the sky. "It IS terrible, isn't it. Shadaloo and NESTS, RUINING this tournament. Just AWFUL. I SHOULD help some of the people here. That sounds GREAT, doesn't it?" Slowly, the men trail back. Two, then four. Then six.

Seven grunts as he is slammed into Eight. Vyle's ambush is naturally effective, since these men were a prime example of the Adon school of training. Stumbling up, they are confused at what creature that was attacking them. Struggling up, they ready themselves, and after regaining their composure, immediately shoots towards Vyle with a pair of flying knees.

Adon growls, looking over his men. "Where is seven and eight? Hmph. They should have arrived one minute ago. MY ORDERS WILL NOT BE DISOBEYED!" Adon howls as he stands up. Turning right around, he kicks his footstool, leaving him cringing on the ground. "COME, Joe and Alfred. You are not SAFE with these BUFFOONS. Apparently, I need to TEACH my MEN a LESSON in RESPECTING..." Adon draw his fist towards the air, staring at the moon with his eyes burning as he howled like the jungle cat he was.


As the knees fly...Vyle drops, straight to his belly. With the knee shots shooting above him, he waits until they're over him and landed before popping up, arms lurching back to try and grab 7 and 8 by the head...and drop down to his ass to rack their necks hard across his shoulders. "F***ing pathetic," he sneers, quickly turning back onto his belly and slithering forward again, waiting to see if they're still conscious before he tries to move on....

The cameraman, the judge, and Adon charge through the night, Joe and Alfred nervously following the arrogant Muay Thai master as closely as they can. Adon, despite his age, still is as brisk and energetic as he was ten years ago. Charging along, he hears the vague sounds of some sort of scuffle. Like drunks rolling into garbage cans. The Emperor grins even wider. "Is the CAMERA still ON, Joe?" The Emperor blurts out as he picks up the pace, following the sound.

The Jaguar was on the hunt.

The two men sail over Vyle, landing soundly and carefully. They were already turned around when Vyle snapped them up. The neck snap downs the men rapidly, leaving them quite stunned... but not out. As Vyle slithers, they again struggle up. Maybe Adon wasn't completely incompetent in training them. But as they glared at Vyle, a fresh wave of fear overcomes their faces. "GENTLEMEN! BEHOLD!" A high pitched squeal erupts from behind Vyle.


The cameraman tracks from the four people, a surreal situation unfolding. Adon, arms crossed, was glaring not at the mohawked smear of purple and green, but the two Muay Thai warriors. Immediately, the two fell to their knees, bowing in shame. Adon just twisted up his nose, and promptly dropped his head, shaking it side to side. "FOOLS. Losing to TRASH like THIS. I am ASHAMED. ASHAMED. I, the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, SHOULD NOT have to bail you out like SMALL CHILDREN. To bring PRIDE to MUAY THAI, you must ALWAYS be VICTORIOUS. You will be DEALT WITH later. I must SHOW YOU a LESSON in PROPER SKILLS with this..."


The camera snaps to the judge, who suddenly spit out the name. Adon sudden spasms in rage, being interrupted from his grand speech. Turning to glare at his guest, the judge simply rummages around his PDA, and seems to be fidgeting it. "You're Vyle, aren't you? Of the Neo-League tournament?" The bushy-mustached man looks over at the wrestler, eyes dead cold.

Adon simply looks confused, staring between the two with his maw slack.

Vyle slinks, seeing the two grunts slowly start to get up from the double neckbreakers. Just as he's about to snap up for another attack, they...bow? And what the hell is that screech behind him? Damn, that's annoying, that's....a person?

Seeing the warriors kowtow at the sound, Vyle quickly pushes himself up into a crouch, eyes watching both the two men he attacked and the rest of the entourage. His first thought at Adon's spiel? 'Holy crap, someone even more annoying than me.' Not only does that piss him off...but at least Vyle has the excuse of being purposefully antagonistic. This was just grating. And the name...when his name is called out by the mustachioed man, he narrows his eyes. "...and who the hell are you guys?" he asks. "Syndicate...Shadaloo...what?" This may be his break...or his death. Either way, Vyle's going to have to make gold out of crap here at this rate.

Alfred rattles off the information dully, filling Vyle in on everything everyone needed to know. "We are part of the Neo-League. Adon here requested that we pursue some of our trapped candidates for the Neo-League. They have matches to arrange and set up, along with challenges. Adon just so happen is here to help. And you, Vyle, are apparently on this list here." The PDA whirrs to life as it prints out a small piece of paper. "Oh look." He says dully, tearing the paper off and crumpling it into a ball. Tossing it at Vyle's feet, he mutters loudly. "You just so happen to have a challenge against Adon."

The judge steps back as Adon slowly begins to understand what was going on. The judge was performing his job. Yes, he was paid well to 'arrange' the fights on the fly. After all, not all the invites were prepared. The judge just happened to prepare them on the fly. The cameraman picks up the hint, and moves over by the judge. Adon, as well, brings himself into his combat stance. Raising both of his arms up to a boxing stance, he turned body to his side, eyes narrowing. "SO! VYYYYLE! You seem like a CRAZY fighter. And taking out some of my OWN MEN. IMPRESSIVE. I hope you PUT UP a GOOD FIGHT! HOOOOOWAAA!" Adon turns his head, snapping at the judge. "START THE FIGHT!"

Alfred complies. "Whatever, just fight."

COMBATSYS: Adon has started a fight here.

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Adon             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.

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Vyle             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Adon

...somehow...this just really pisses Vyle off. The fact that all this is just for some piddly league crap. Sure, Vyle was part of it, as he saw it as a way to get himself some contacts, hook-ups, and fame. But this ridiculous.

Eyes continuing to flit between everyone here, he snorts, raising to his feet and lurching into a wrestling stance. " really oughta shut up. Talking that high, the dogs around the skirts here might give you guys away..." he snaps...and before he even gets word that the fight's officially begin, he's leaning forward and SPITTING at Adon. Not any sort of normal spit though...he makes a dark green ugly cloud that might be hard to see in the night air...but if the 'Emperor' isn't careful, he'll definitely FEEL it burning in his eyes and nose.

COMBATSYS: Adon endures Vyle's Venom Breath.

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Vyle             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Adon

Adon sort of just grins smugly, his shiny teeth glinting in the moonlight. As the judge calls the fight to begin, Adon turns back around to see something terrible. Vyle was already getting a JUMP on him. By SPITTING on him. The Emperor of Muay Thai just snarls as he begins stomping towards the man, letting the liquid cover his face. "How DARE you CHEAT in to the EMPEROR of-"


Adon screams at incredible decibels as he grips his face. Eyes swelling, the toxin was burning his face. He didn't actually think it was real poison. He thought it was just, well, special effects. Adon screamed louder and louder, until he tore his hand away from his face. Well, Vyle just bought himself a little breathing room. But now, Adon was angry. Very angry, with a bright red face and swollen eye lids. With another howl, he fires through the air, pouncing on the caustic freak with both arms wide. "I AM GOING to TEAR YOU to PIECES!" He shrilly squawks as he juts his knee far out, attempting to try the same flying knee that his pair of warriors tried and failed.

Except much, much faster.

COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Vyle with Medium Kick.

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Vyle             0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0             Adon

Vyle recognizes the move.

He just doesn't have time to react to pull the same stunt as before. Instead of flattening out on the ground like he meant, he instead falls right into the flying knee, head snapping back and the wrestler falling away in a crumble. "NGhh..." Rolling back, he grits his teeth, eyes narrowed as he stares at the rooster-headed annoyance. "I'd tell you to cry for your mom, but I suppose that'd only make the pain that much worse, wouldn't it?" he hisses, reptile-like in his invective, and even more so as he surges in low, trying to shoot in, grab a leg, and pull Adon over in a joint-jarring Dragon Screw Leg Whip.

COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Vyle's Medium Throw.

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Vyle             0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0             Adon

Adon's knee smashes through the head of the man. While revenge is a dish best served cold, the Emperor was busying handling things like a hot plate. "NNNNNARRGH!" The Jaguar howls as he drops back down to the ground, his face still burning from the acidic venom. He doesn't even seem to hear Vyle; At least initially. As Vyle dives in to twist him over, Adon snaps to quickly. He simply manhandles his way out of the grapple, using his strong legs to struggle with the wrestler. And during this scuffle, he realizes what was said to him.

"You BASTARD!" The Emperor of Muay Thai squeals as he finally rebuffs the wrestler, his legs bruised from the effort. Eyes burning with rage, the Jaguar rushes down at Vyle, leaping right back at him. "MY MOTHER was a SAINT!" He snaps, attempting to get a grip on the man's shoulders. If he managed to get a good hold, he would flip himself over the man, and using the momentum, hurl him across the street...

Right into his own men.

Yeah, Adon wasn't enjoying the fact his face was burning.

COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Vyle with Jaguar Carry.

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

It seems that Adon's rage is unquenchable in a way that Vyle just can't seem to recover from, as the Emperor's speed and grip is enough to simply fling the wrestler into the horde of men that the muay thai artist himself brought. "MGhhhhhh..." Too bad they did a horrible job at cushioning Vyle's fall too. "Nghhh....yeah, I'm sure...after all you have a face only a mother hen would love..." he sneers, panting as he tried to do his best to recover and get his wits about him...

COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.

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

"My FACE is BEAUTIFUL!" The Emperor of Muay Thai howls as continues to charge at the salty-tongued wrestler. "And many WOMEN to CARESS it, TO LOVE IT! FOR MY FACE IS THE FACE OF MUAY THAI!" Adon is literally turning red in the face from his rage (or maybe it is the horrible chemical job he was still receiving). And yet, through it all, Adon's teeth were still bared into a maniacal grin.

Meanwhile, the judge continued to nod his head. This was probably against the rules. Meh. He wasn't being paid to judge, just to make it official.

Adon doesn't leave Vyle much time to keep his wits about him. The Jaguar is already springing back into action, diving for the man. Hand out, he was going to grab Vyle by the hair on his head and simply begin smashing his own forehead against the man's face. Repeatively. As his snatches out, he snarls in that high-pitched squeal again.


COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Improvised Grapple from Adon with Relapse.

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Vyle             0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0             Adon

Now's hard to tell sometimes if Vyle is a mad genius, or just naturally obnoxious. But with the rage instilled in Adon as Vyle seems to have trouble simply standing, it's hard to believe that the luchador is calling it all onto himself. Sometimes though, you have to be sneaky to be a snake...and more than a little slimy.

And you should never trust a snake, at least to approach him at face value. WHen Adon reaches in to grab at Vyle's mohawk, the rudo yanks away, leaving just a few purple and green strands of dyed hair in Adon's fist...and the back of Vyle's heek into the bottom of Adon's chin to send the emperor skyward. Pushing himself up before he makes the full rotation, Vyle would normally grab for a brainbuster...but as injured as he is, he's content to simply wrap his legs around Adon's head, and spike the bastard into the ground that way. Not quite as physically impressive, but stunning enough.

Adon feels the snake slip away from his grip. Damn. As he digs his heels down to stop his forward movement, the wrestler already has him in his grasps. In his... legs? The Emperor remembered similar techniques from another world-famous wrestler. Alex. And as well, Clark. As he is smashed down into the ground, the hard asphalt digs, adding even more salt into his acid burns. However, he could feel the pain beginning to subside... And to that, he was ready to get his revenge.

As gets up off the ground, he swing himself back towards Vyle in a strange balance of control and feral recklessness. He wasn't going to let Vyle get up without assistance. Snapping his arms out, the Jaguar attempted to lift the heel right up to his eye level, and just SPIT in his eyes. Right before he jammed his own knee into his torso and tossing him away like the piece of garbage he was.

COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Jaguar Slam from Adon with Antidote.

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Vyle             0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0             Adon

Sometimes, you just have to know better than to try and grab someone who graples for a living.

Case in point, when Adon gets up...and rushes in to try and essentially carry Vyle over on his knee and into the ground, the rudo is ready again. Before he can be lifted, his legs hook onto Adon's, keeping him from being picked up any higher than a few inches. Feet dropping to the ground, Vyle quickly grabs out himself, wrapping arms around Adon's chest and neck with one, and upper leg with the other, lifting up...then dropping down to a sitting position, taking Adon with him. The result? A spine-jarring drop onto the Emperor's tailbone and a chin-jarring collision into Vyle's own shoulder. THe Rudo's not done yet, people.

If Adon had full control over this fight, he would demand the camera to shut down. After such, he would begin getting his men together and just beat this insult of a man down to the ground. To make him bleed, to PUNISH him.

Instead, he finds his assault utterly reversed, and ends up being hoisted on his own petard. Literally. As a snake strikes him right in the petard, he unleashes another pained snarl, cut short by the jab in the chin.

Now, Adon simply loses his temper. Face now warped in a scowl, his erupts straight up into a standing position. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! JAAAAAAAAGGA!" He roars, solidifying his entire body as he again bursted towards Vyle. This time, he erupted both of his arms forward in tandem, aiming to strike him not just in the face, but in the chest at the same time. Difficult to block, it also brought about the raw power that laid in Muay Thai, the sort of explosive force that would rip a normal man asunder.

And Vyle, so far, has proved himself to be anything but normal.

COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Vyle with Fierce Punch.

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

Unfortunately for Vyle, while he got one up on Adon, the rage of the Jaguar was enough that when he decided to forgo the grapples and go for the strikes, heavy as they were, it not only succeeds but tears through Vyle like a sword through tissue. "NGhhhhhh...." Dropped back after a nasty crack of both nose and sternum, Vyle panted, body totally shaky as he was struggling simply to breath.

"Someone....should test time.....Intermittent Explosive Disorder's a sign of....steroid use, I hear," he sneers...and charges forward, hastily trying to shoot at Adon yet again, pick him up around the waist, and then drive him down in a wicked, if sloppy, spinebuster.

COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Adon with Medium Throw.

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

Steroids? Adon can't help but grin at the accusation. Placing his knuckles against his hips, he motions one hand for Vyle to come here. "GARBAGE. You are COMPLETE GARBAGE. You cannot UNDERSTAND the TRUE POWER of MUAY THAI. Maybe, then, I should TEACH YOU."

When Vyle moves in for the kill, Adon just stands there, his body tensing as he sought to endure the assault. When Vyle smashes the Emperor down, it is like dropping a single slab of marble. Every single muscle seems to be flexed, bracing for the impact. When Adon is finally dropped, he attempts to drive right back at Vyle. Unfortuantely, the slam was too... well executed for such a snap back. But still, the attack barely even harmed him. "Now." Adon sneers, his body slowly untensing. "It is my turn."


Adon leaps forward into a front flip. As his leg reaches above him, he winds back a single leg. Letting his energy pool at the heel, he winds himself back, and aims it squarely at the center of Vyle's body. With a howl, he announces his technique as he attempts to slam his foot into the raunchy snake of wrestling.

COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Jaguar Kick from Adon with Antidote.

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

COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!

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

Vyle attempted to Catch Adon as the flipping, sharp kick that comes down, only results in...well...quite the nasty crack of heel against collarbone. A smashing blow like that would be enough to finish off a normal man at that rate, considering the damage Vyle had already accumulated. And indeed, he crumples down, falling onto his back, wheezing in pain.

However, like a cockroach, he isn't about to die. The snake-like rudo rises up again, shaky as he is, showing that Adon's not quite done with him yet.


Adon smashes his heel down on the wrestler, and he knows it had to be over. Not even his efforts to rebuff the attack succeeds. As he rebounds off, he staggers back, turning his back to the man. Marching away, he thought his victory was sealed. "Mark it DOWN. This will be ONE of MAN VIC-"

Adon snaps his head around at the sound of Vyle rising up again. No. He was DEFEATED. Adon snarled, rolling his shoulders. He was exhausted, but not yet out. He just stood there, digging his heels into the ground as he crossed his arms. "Well. The WORM still TURNS. COME. Show me your MOVES!"

And to that, Adon unleashes a loud peal of cackling.

COMBATSYS: Adon focuses on his next action.

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

Vyle just glares, eyes unfocused, but still with wild determination in them. He may be a bastard, but he's a tenacious bastard. "No...ladies first," he sneers, insulting to the end. Then again, he has good reason to provoke, as he's taken Adon the best out of a position of vulnerability...and hell, it gives him room to catch his breath as well, if only for a short bit.

COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.

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

Adon lets Vyle catch his breath. He deserves it. There is the sharp sound of a crack as the ground beneath Adon cracks. The Jaguar is already diving out. Ladies first. Adon was not female. And yet, he would treat this like how a woman would. Pure speed. Pure power. He knew that Vyle could very well reverse him at any moment. And yet, he didn't care. He was confident that he could win. How could he lose to such a man like Vyle?

Adon was upon Vyle in a flash. There was nothing fancy about the attack. It was a single, straight punch, augmented by the speed of Muay Thai; Power of Muay Thai. He sought to land to punch right dead center of the man's face. To seal the match; to end it all.

To have the judge to declare his rightful place.

COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Vyle with Medium Punch.
- Power hit! -

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

And CRACK!!! Vyle was...well, it's hard to tell what he was doing, aside from leaning forward. Attempting to catch the eventual attack? Hoping to duck? Bracing himself? Either way, the punch comes in so fast, so unexpected, that Vyle himself just ends up pushing himself straight into the punch, not even intercepting it as the strike pushes him back with all that vicious followthrough.

That' seems like enough to finally put Vyle's lights out. It should be anyways...but the punk isn't about to go down any way but fighting it seems, as despite his body about to give out, he shoots in for yet another tackle, hoping to yank Adon's feet out from under him....and where he'd go from there? Well...

COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.

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Adon             0/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Adon fails to interrupt Outbreaker from Vyle with Rising Jaguar.

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Adon             1/-------/=======|

It's the last gasp...and Vyle makes the most of it, taking Adon's legs out...and then lifting him up, flpping over end over end, legs held under the luchadore's arms....before finally flipping and driving Adon face first into the ground, momentum and centrifugal force adding not only to the impact...but causing Vyle to lurch back as well to wrench pressure onto Adon's spine. Too bad it's only so much there, before Vyle finally drops to the ground...and doesn't move again.

Adon felt weakness. He felt Vyle give way. At that moment, he knew, for sure, that fight was almost over. He could have side-stepped that last lurch forward. He could have blocked it and shoved him aside. But no. He sensed weakness.

And he had to exploit it.

"RIISSSING JAGU- GOOOO!?" The Emperor of Muay Thai roars as he launches his knee up at the face of his opponent. As he shot to destroy the snake's entire jaw structure, he found that the man was grabbing him by the other leg and.... slamming him to the ground. As his back was wrenched, Adon just flexed, bracing his entire body. He endures it, suffers through it until... Vyle falls.

Adon rises up, glaring at the man. The judge calls it out. "Looks like you won, Adon." He says dully, half-expecting Vyle to bluffing. The Emperor suspects it to. Immediately, he moves over, calling the Cameraman over. "Turn that thing OFF, and help this MAN!" Joe immediately shuts the camera off, and rushes over. As he hurries, Adon stops dead in his tracks, and raises a heel up. The camera was off now. The rules didn't matter. With a powerful stomp, he dropped his foot down on the wrestler, driving his point home.

His rage home.


And that was Vyle's spine, protesting the stomp where its owner could not. Dirty pool...but considering Vyle's own actions, it might be considered karmic. Either way...not a spectacular infiltration of Southtown...and very likely a long wait in traction before he can do anything else after his run in with the Emperor.

Log created on 21:16:10 02/16/2009 by Adon, and last modified on 13:34:37 02/17/2009.