Devil's Tournament - DT R1: ElFuerte vs Damned

Description: Notorious Drug Lord Damnd gets his rematch against El Fuerte. (Winner:El Fuerte)

Damnd doesn't like traveling, as anywhere but his home, Metro City...Or maybe the Caribbean...Is unknown territory. Plus, he has to score drugs all over again, which isn't always easy in a new city, and to hell with trying to get anything through customs. Luckily, Damnd met an enterprising cabbie on his arrival to Sunshine City, and now has the magic ingredient to his battle strategy.

Damnd sits on the roof, in a lawnchair. Despite the many spectators, cameras, referee, and other hangers on, he's smoking a joint, very illegal here in Japan. Might he get arrested before the fight even starts?

COMBATSYS: Damnd has started a fight here.

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Damnd            0/-------/-------|

El Fuerte has actually been forced to travel a lot recently, part of the reason is because he's an international fighter, the other is because Los Zetas want him dead and he generally tries to avoid that. So, seeing as running around is just one of the things he does best aside from wrestling and cooking(?) the willy luchador finds himself in yet another sketchy tournament! Though he cares not really, just as long as he finds worthy opponents to lucha!

"Arriba!" The Mexican wrestler descend into the arena from Gods' know where, sometimes the crowd thinks that the luchador is capable of flight due to the way he enters his fights. As he lands, the familiar smell of marijuana becomes evident making the masked hero look beyond to spot his opponent. "Ey!!!" He exclaims and points "It's you!!" Says he recognizing the drug lord he fought in Metro City. "How goes the political campaign?"

COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has joined the fight here.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0            Damnd

Damnd blinks rapidly behind his shades as El Fuerte flies into the arena, pausing to look at his joint to see just what exactly he's smoking. "Yah, mon, it's me. Dey call me Damnd. You must be El Fuerte." He stands from his lawnchair, and takes a few steps forward, before stopping some twenty yards from the luchador. "You want some o' dis before we fight, amigo?" he asks, assuming all Mexicans smoke weed.

El Fuerte has apparently forgiven Damnd from his earlier transgression of try to sell weed to minors. He's just easy going like that, and to be fair he did break the man's hand, so they should be pretty even now. "I am El Fuerte! It is a pity we had to meet in such a way last time, allow me to make up for that by granting you a proper lucha!" The wrestler grins before declining the offered joint. "Nah, I have brought my own!" Says he pulling out a jalapeņo which he promptly eats whole, causing him to jump up and down while slapping himself.


The true Mexican jumping bean ladies and gentleman.

Damnd watches this incident go down, his jaw dropping, as El Fuerte dances around like he's crazy. "Yo, mon, I t'ink dis weed is doin' t'ings to my head," he says as he watches. He sucks the last of the joint into ash and oblivion, before dropping it under foot. "Okay, mister Fuerte, let's do dis!" He runs forward, jumping into the air and curling into a ball as he flies at El Fuerte.

COMBATSYS: ElFuerte blocks Damnd's Damnd Ball.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0            Damnd

Well this looks awfully familiar. El Fuerte stops his crazed antics quickly enough to see the incoming ball of Caribbean humanity flying directly towards him! It's an attack he had seen Damnd do before and like their previous fight, he stops it just like before going to put his arms up to block the incoming attack and let Damnd bounce off his defenses. "Heh! This oughta be fun!!" The Luchador cheers and rushes towards Damnd as he begins to descend towards the ground, jumping his direction to bring his elbow down right on the top of his head!

COMBATSYS: Damnd blocks ElFuerte's Chili Mexicano.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0            Damnd

Damnd bounces off El Fuerte and lands on his boot-clad feet, the rooftop concrete scraping beneath their soles. "I'm gonna send you to Baron Samedi, El Flirte!" he taunts, raising his arm to knock the elbow aside. He attempts to grab El Fuerte before the luchador can land, attempting to spin him around and then toss the man to the ground.

COMBATSYS: Damnd successfully hits ElFuerte with Quick Throw.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0            Damnd

As the wrestler bounces off Damnd's defenses, his own booted feet are grasp by meaty hands before he can properly ground himself. "Que!? AAAAAAH!!!" As he's taken for a wild ride, the luchador flails his arms about when he spins, yelling all the way until he gets tossed aside and lands with a roll. "What's a Baron Samedi? Is it tasty?" He's not all that well versed on outside religions, but at the very least the guy can fall and rolls back to a kneeled position before charging towards Damnd, jumping once more with a somersault to grasp the man by the neck with a reverse DDT and bring the back of his head onto the unforgiving ground!

COMBATSYS: Damnd Toughs Out ElFuerte's Tostada Press!

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ElFuerte         0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0            Damnd

Damnd laughs as he sends El Fuerte flying, a jovial, gut busting guffaw. "You shoulda seen dat! You went flyin'!" Then, as El Fuerte runs back at him, he gets grabbed by the neck and slammed into the concrete, cracking the material beneath his hard, hard head. He is immediately back on his feet, attempting to grab El Fuerte by the neck with either hand and lift him up, choking the life out of him, before tossing him onto his back, hard. "Baron Samedi is de loa of death, and greats de dead at Guinnee. He's also de loa of sex."

COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Damnd's Guillotine Drop.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0            Damnd

El Fuerte too laughs! "I know! It was great wasn't it!?" Apparently he's also having a lot of fun, but he should considering he's doing the thing he loves. It doesn't matter if he gets hurt in the process, it's well worth, and that includes if others get hurt too. Once The Luchador slams Damnd on the ground, he's back to his feet almost as quickly as his opponent is and is able to see the incoming attempt at a grapple. "Ay caramba!" He exclaims. "You'd think that's a bad combination! What with all the necrophilia jokes." Anyway, moving aside from rather tasteless topic and returning to even more tasteless topic that is wrestling, the luchador gets caught by the choking hand but quickly wiggles out of the hold before any damage is done. Once he does so, he wraps both arms and legs around Damdn's extended arm, twisting hard to the side to spin him around, injure his shoulder joint and slam him on the ground all with with throw! "Andale!!"

COMBATSYS: Damnd endures ElFuerte's Quick Throw.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0            Damnd

Damnd growls as El Fuerte slips free of his grasp, before clamping onto his arm like a salamander on a tree branch and wrenching him to the ground. "Slippery little bastard!" Damnd curses, pushing himself back up to his feet, his right arm a little on the limp side. He swings in with his left hand, before kicking at his stomach, then attempting to catch him with a headbutt.

COMBATSYS: ElFuerte parries Damnd's Combo Attack!

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ElFuerte         0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0            Damnd

Once slammed into the ground, El Fuerte backflips away from Damnd putting distance away from him. He may be a wrestler, but he's not really all that big on the ground work and only resorts to it if he really needs to. This is why rather than stay in and take Damnd's attacks, the willy wrestler stays limber on his feet and ducks under the left hand, moves sideways away from the kick and /catches/ the head coming directly at him. "It's called lucha amigo!" El Fuerte grins directly infront of Damnd's face before falling back, pulling him by the head with his feet placed on his stomach to monkey flip him into the ground again! "OLE!"

COMBATSYS: Damnd endures ElFuerte's Fajitas Buster EX.

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ElFuerte         1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0            Damnd

Damnd is sent up into the air, his limbs flailing, before impacting into the ground, his blue sunglasses flying off his head. He shakes his head back and forth as he slowly stands, cracking his knuckles in either fist. "Well where I'm from we call it shuck and jiving!" He runs at El Fuerte to close the distance between them created by the Fajitas Buster, attempting to grab El Fuerte by the neck again. If he's successful, he spins him around and around, before slamming El Fuerte to the ground.

COMBATSYS: Damnd successfully hits ElFuerte with Super Guillotine Drop.

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ElFuerte         1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0            Damnd

"Shuck and jiving?" El Fuerte blinks as he sends Damnd flying into the air. "Is that tasty??" Asks he as he turns around and receives his answer in the form of a grab to the neck! This time he's not quick enough to get out of the way and he goes 'WOoooOooOoOoOooO!' As he gets spun around before hitting the ground hard! Thankfully, he's pretty good at falling and rolls with again, though rather than going forward he slides between Damnd's legs to grab him from behind.

Curling his arms around his neck, El Fuerte gives a forceful yank backwards, digging his feet on the man's spine and takes him for a ride too! Slamming the top of Damnd's head on the ground!

COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Damnd with El Fuerte Spark.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?

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ElFuerte         0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0            Damnd

Damnd is about ready to grab and mangle El Fuerte, when the luchador goes low and slides right between his legs! Then, he's lifted up off the ground and over El Fuerte, before his head slams into the ground. Blood dribbling out his mouth, he rolls onto his belly, before pushing off the ground and getting back up. "You're not bad, El Fuerte. But de Damnd man, he got de power!" He reaches out for El Fuerte, attempting to pick him up and lift him higher than him, before dropping backwards and attempting to slam the Mexican into the ground.

COMBATSYS: Damnd successfully hits ElFuerte with Back Drop.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0            Damnd

El Fuerte is caught in a bad position after slamming the guy on the ground, this fight seems all about trading slams, no sooner has El Fuerte managed to throw Damnd, the Caribbean man manages to grab the Mexican and toss him aside, then El Fuerte gets up again to throw him and just--it's just a vicious cycle. But one El Fuerte can definitely enjoy! "GAH!" Getting grabbed /again/ the luchador gets lifted high up and slammed on the back of his head where he rolls about gracelessly before stopping flat on his face. "I see!" Calls the masked hero before he simply jumps back up "But can it stand to PODER MEXICANO!?"

Rushing towards Damnd as he's recovering from the throw, El Fuerte jumps high into the air and spins about to bring another elbow slam upon Damnd. This time though he's not aiming for the head, he knows Damnd pretty much uses that to block! So instead he aims right for his collar bone to injure his other arm!

COMBATSYS: Damnd blocks ElFuerte's Chili Mexicano.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1            Damnd

Damnd raises his arm to block the elbow, grunting at the bruise. He shakes his head back and forth, blood leaking out of his mouth and all over his bare mocha chest. "Stay still you four," he mumbles in confusion as he struggles to stay standing. He jumps forward, attempting to catch Fuerte with a clothesline.

COMBATSYS: ElFuerte blocks Damnd's Flying Clothesline.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1            Damnd

"Que?" El Fuerte bounces as his flying elbow collides with yet another block, even if Damnd is looking quite bruised, El Fuerte ain't look so hot either even if he keeps that silly grin on his face, albeit slightly confused after what Damnd told him. "Did you just call me a cuatro?" He has no idea how getting called a four is an insult, but if Damnd wants him to get angry at it he will, if only because he likes to please

"Arriba! Arriba! Arriba!!" When he sees Damnd come for the running clothesline, El Fuerte turns this into a contest of what he likes to call, who is mas macho. He runs right for Damnd and just /SLAMS/ his chest on his like if he was playing Red Rover.

COMBATSYS: Damnd endures ElFuerte's Quesadilla Bomb.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1            Damnd

Damnd gets slammed, chest to chest, and stumbles back. "Okay, now dere's seven of you," he grunts, stumbling about like a drunk. "You stay still, all of you! Dat's it!" He charges at El Fuerte, attempting to pummel him with his fists, going absolutely berserk as he burns out the last of his energy. After a few final punches, he collapses to his knees, then onto his face.

COMBATSYS: Damnd can no longer fight.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/-----==|

COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Damnd's Hyper Damnd.

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ElFuerte         0/-------/-----==|

OOoooooh! Now he gets it. Damnd was saying there was four of them, not that he was a four. Now it all makes sense to him.

His realization couldn't come fast enough, had he taken any more time to ponder about it he would have clearly gotten caught by one of Damnd's fists like last time. "Ay!!" Not in any mood to get cold clocked like it happened in Metro City, the luchador turns tail and runs! Damnd close on his heels as he swings punches madly until he finally tires out from chasing the smaller Mexican and falls on his face.

El Fuerte however is still running, running circles around the arena with his arms up.


Log created on 19:20:11 04/24/2012 by ElFuerte, and last modified on 09:44:21 04/30/2012.