Neo League 851 - #875: Chang vs Vyle

Description: Vyle and Chang face off for the third time, for League points! ( Winner: Chang )

[OOC] Chang it! opens log.

[OOC] Vyle says, "Hrm....sure."

Juni has arrived.

Ahhh, Howard Arena.

It's...well, it doesn't get MUCH of a crowd, at least what you'd expect for Southtown's premier arena. With Southtown still in tatters, and the weight hanging on the Howard name since Kain's accusations and the questionable fate of one Geese Howard, it's kind of lost some of it's market value. Not to say that it's empty however. Oh no. "lost market value" in this case means it barely misses selling out, rather than hitting 'standing room only' as comfortably as it used to. Even for a 'mere' league match, it's still the go-to place for fights.


And it's full enough to thunder with boos, as the infamous, annoying, and antagonistic luchador known as Vyle emerges, purple and green flashing everywhere as he sprints his way down the aisles up to the fighting stage. No other theatrics as you might expect from him though....eyes are focused as he settles in at his corner of the stage...and stays there, glaring out toward the other end for his opponent....

As Vyle goes about his show, Chang staggers in, eating a big cow's leg that'd been deep fried. As he chews on beef and gets dribble and spittle everywhere, he plods down towards the ring. He steps inside, dropping his beef leg to the side and grabbing his big iron ball with his greasy hands. "Hey, it's you, the mean little Mexican! I'm gonna pound ya, squirt!" he bellows menacingly.

COMBATSYS: Chang has started a fight here.

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Chang            0/-------/-------|

[OOC] Vyle says, "Roll for first action?"

[OOC] ROLL: Chang rolls 1d10: 1

[OOC] Chang it! sad.

[OOC] ROLL: Vyle rolls 1d10: 5

Sigh....him again. God, how he really did not like that fat Korean lard. Of course, last thing Vyle remembers of him was getting flip kicked by the bastard despite his massive size. THIS is why the luchador dispensed with his usual antics. "I don't have time for you, thunderchunky. Do me a favor, and go down easy, so I can get your face out of my sight. me that favor, will you, pancakes?"

Another sigh....before Vyle charges, the bell just ringing as he sprints forward toward the massive mountain of a Man. Leaping up, legs flash out, trying to wrap around Chang's head, and yank him down into a murderous headscissors fling.

COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.

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Vyle             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Chang

COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Chang with Strong Throw.

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Vyle             0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0            Chang

Chang blinks as Vyle leaps at him, unsure of what to do. Then, he gets legs wrapped around his head and lets out a muffled cry, before he's brought crashing to the ground. After a few moments, he surges back to his feet. "That's it! I'm gonna pound ya now!" He lashes out with his leg as he bursts into the air, before flying backwards and landing on his bottom.

COMBATSYS: Chang successfully hits Vyle with Tekkyuu Hien Zan.

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Vyle             0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0            Chang

Rolling up after successfully dropping Chang down with the headscissors takedown, Vyle quickly gets to his feet, gritting his teeth in hopes of getting some ground up on Chang before the giant can retaliate. Unfortunately, he's up quicker than he hoped, and...that kick. That flipping kick again.

Not expecting it, especially so soon, Vyle finds his head cracked upward by that massive foot, flung back and flipping head over heel onto his face. That....hurt. Really hurt. "Uhgnnnn...." Face glowing red and nose busted up, Vyle glowers and thrusts himself up to his feet with a determined, angered look. "You are so....*#&$*&ing dead..." he mutters, spitting out some blood...then spitting out something wholly, entirely different, the green mist he's so known for spewing out straight for the bald giant's face.

COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Chang with Venom Breath.

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Vyle             0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0            Chang

Chang gets a dose of venom breath in the face, and stumbles backwards. He claws at his face as he screams in terror and pain, nearly pulling his face off as he moans. Enraged as well as in a lot of pain, he growls and swings his ball around, holding the chain as he brings it down at a diagonal angle for the luchadore.

COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Crushing Strike from Chang with Antidote.
- Power fail! -

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

[OOC] Vyle says, "....oh, wow."

[OOC] Vyle says, ""

[OOC] Juni says, "ow."

[OOC] Juni says, "... maybe if you'll play dead he'll let you live 6.6"

It's time for a little Good News, Bad News.

Good News, Vyle just managed to successfully poison Chang and get that stinging, vicious Venom Breath straight into the giant Korean's face. There's precious few things he enjoys most than to see the writhing of someone who just got a dose of it like that.

Bad News: in his rage, Chang ends up swinging down and aroung with that massive steel ball he's known for....and despite the wide opening he leaves, Vyle finds himself coming in just a split second too late. With a vicious crack, the poisonous wrestler ends up slammed aside, delivered into a crumpled heap onto the edges of that stone fighting stage. "UGHhhnnnnnnn...."

Chang laughs as he sees Vyle get drilled by his iron ball, feeling the sting of the venom as he says, "See? You can't avoid me forever, buddy! I'm gonna getchaaaa!" He swings the iron ball around him, bouncing the ball along the ground at Vyle with a muscly swing of his ball.

COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Revolving Iron Ball from Chang with Relapse.

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Vyle             2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0            Chang

COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!

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

[OOC] Vyle says, "...."

[OOC] Vyle says, "WOw."

Unfortunately for Vyle, it seems like luck is not on his side tonight, the poor luchadore straining to get back to his feet. Perhaps a few cracked ribs, or worse. Something like that, he really can't tell under duress. And a giant swinging iron ball flung down at your prone form? THAT'S some duress no matter who you are.

And despite being fairly good under duress, Vyle finds himself a bit....stuck. And that's when he gets a problematic prognosis of a strained ankle. Of all things to get from being whacked with an iron ball, that's what he accrues. And it costs him, his body just an inch slow as he finds himself smashed aside AGAIN by the massive metal sphere, skittering and rolling away in a broken lump. "Ughh....guuuhh...what....was that? Your mama hits harder than that. I have the bruises on my crotch to prove it too...."

Chang laughs at Vyle's pain, and pulls his ball back in briefly. "You talk a lot, but you're dyin' on your feet! Just give up, little lady!" He swings his ball out with a quick hurl, sending it flying at Vyle's chest. "You can't live forever!"

[OOC] Vyle says, "I'm....scared to even pull the trigger here, goes."

COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Chang's Medium Strike.

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Vyle             1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1            Chang

[OOC] Juni cheers! you didn't get flattened this round.

The luchador is battered, but not TOTALLY broken. Despite the wheezing that comes with broken ribs, he manages to finally successfully outrun that massive iron ball, diving between Chang's legs to avoid the slam. " I can kill you first," he snaps.

Not wanting to risk with big throws right now, the luchador instead tries to pull himself up on Chang's back, forcing his knee out into the big man's spine while reaching to loop his arm around the front of his neck for an awkward sort of backbreaker. Not trying to pull him down. Just...bend him in those unnatural, spine cracking ways.

COMBATSYS: Chang Toughs Out Vyle's Improvised Throw!

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Vyle             1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1            Chang

[OOC] Vyle says, "Aww, hell."

Chang gets grabbed, but resists as Vyle digs his knee into his back. "Hurr...Hurr...Hurr...That it?" He then jumps backwards with echoing laughter, attempting to land on his back - and crush Vyle beneath him.

[OOC] Vyle says, "Whew. I....nnnn...."

[OOC] Vyle says, "Well....either guts, no glory."

COMBATSYS: Chang knocks away Vyle with Deadly Pressure!

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Vyle             2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0            Chang

[OOC] Vyle says, "FFFF...."

[OOC] Chang it! says, "SMUSSSSH"

Alas....perhaps this wasn't the best ideas, as Vyle finds Chang falling back and.....

Well, use your imagination. Think of an anvil falling on top of a water balloon. Now imagine that, instead of water, that balloon was filled with red food coloring and jello. You then have a rather vivid example of what happens when Chang falls on top of Vyle. Just...internally, thankfully. And despite that...despite that....there's some churning underneath CHang. As if....Vyle's not dead yet? Perhaps?

[OOC] Vyle says, "More if."

COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.

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Chang            0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Chang blocks Vyle's Outbreaker.

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Chang            0/-------/-----==|

Suddenly, Vyle thrusts up his hands, as if he's got life enough to throw Chang up once more! Can he do it?! Can he, unfortunately, arms shake...and dump Chang to the side, leaving Vyle rather....broken. But at least unsuffocated.

Chang lays on top of Vyle, before getting forced off. He stands back up, pointing down at Vyle and laughing. "Hurr hurr hurr! Little man, is that /all/?" He limps over to his discarded deep fried cow leg, hefting it up and staggering off while biting his beef shank.


Log created on 19:26:21 07/10/2009 by Chang, and last modified on 20:29:59 07/10/2009.