smash_logs | POOL PARTY BABY IT WAS A COOL PARTY

Stinging pain plunges into his temples, accompanied by the stinging cold of frozen dairy product smeared in his eyes, and he unhinges a war cry while he brings his knee up and slams it into his chest.

"You pull cheap moves and abuse girls like Chiyo! Betrayed her trust in you... I already know exactly what kind of an asshole you are... One that doesn't deserve to live!!" He's so wound up he doesn't remember to wipe the ice cream from his eyes with one strong sweep of his arm until he gets those words out. It doesn't come off all the way. There's quite a lot of cone sticking to his creamed face. It's a good look for him. Really brings out his hair.

He digs his own fingers into Red's scalp for a change, lifts his head up using the strands of hair tangled between his fingers, and rams the back of his head into the concrete.

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Poking his eye proved an effective measure to release his clutch on Red's head, his free hand flying to his damaged eye and the one buried in his mane loosening up as he recoiled. It's just enough slack to make freedom easy to achieve.

But he's not so easily thwarted. Not when he's this charged with angry adrenaline. Peering down at him with one eye, he reinforces his knee pin and slams his fist into his opponent's nose, ruthlessly hard as though to pay him back for the agony shooting through his eye socket.

And then he moves in. He mounts him fully and squeezes his sides with his legs, grabs his arms and fixes them both against the ground as he leans in so close they could kiss with bared teeth and growls with a feral rumble. It was like the vocal crackle before thunder boomed.

"You fuckin' prick! Let me make my words loud and clear! I don't wanna hear bout you givin' Chiyo a hard time ever again! A man should never lay his hands on a woman! I don't care if she's part Pokemon or whatever, either! If you do it again, I'll beatcha into such bad shape you won't be able to! Am I clear or am I fucking clear?!"

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Meanwhile:

Pool parties had been a pretty good time for Vinnie, despite being leered at by some weird guy with a hard-on for justice and some unexplainable discrimination against Venusaurs. He was leaving fairly satisfied, having taken in a lot of sun and a good amount of exercise. He was on his way out to have a proper shower when some raised voices caught his ear. Specifically, "one that doesn't deserve to live!"

That was something definitely wrong. A bad feeling seized up in his chest, hearing the words and how they echoed his own thoughts from years ago. The Venusaur was still in his swim trunks, but if a fight was happening - one of potentially life or death - it couldn't wait.

(Why was he throwing himself into another one of these? The rational half of his mind was demanding him to think twice about this - to no avail.)

Vinnie ran towards the direction of the sound, and by the time he arrived, a near-naked, ripped guy with questionable hair choices was straddling Red. They both looked like a mess. The Venusaur staggered mid-step at the sight as a spear of confliction stabbed through him. Red...

Red deserved this. Attacking Chiyo, Blue, lying to everyone, everything he'd done recently... Vinnie didn't blame anyone for wanting to slug him one. But there was still that part of him that desperately wanted to cling to the hope that his former trainer just wasn't himself, that this was something else forcing him to act like the world's biggest dickweed. It just physically pained him, the idea of seeing Red hurt. He couldn't just stand by and let this get out of hand.

Forcing his feet forward, the Venusaur came up behind Mondo and placed a stern hand on his shoulder - one that was understanding, but from his firm grip it was clear he wouldn't be above using force either. Vinnie's voice was similarly serious, but he wanted to make the effort to diffuse the fight as peacefully as he could first.

"Hey. He's had enough."

Look, when you just got a face full of purple bodily secretions you are NOT in the mood to get touched on the shoulder. Especially when you're Mondo Oowada in full-on rage mode. Imputed yakuza or no, there's no time for holding back or even thinking for a goddamn second about who's intruding on your fight.

"Back the fuck off!" he roars once he's pried himself away from Red's face, twisting around to blindly throw a punch at the newcomer to get him off his back. It collides with his abdomen. "This doesn't involve you!"

Vinnie caught a brief glimpse of purple blood dribbling from Red's mouth and his eyes widened - but the span of that brief moment of distraction was exactly enough for Mondo's fist to sucker punch him right in the gut. Fuck. Those muscles weren't for show, the guy hit just as hard as he looked like he would.

It wasn't quite high enough to wind him completely, he was thankful of that, but the force of the blow was compounded by sheer surprise. Vinnie took a step backwards, wheezing for a second.

"Like hell it doesn't!" he growled. With 'peaceful' decidedly out of the question now, Vinnie slammed a roundhouse kick into the side of Mondo's head. It wasn't the kind of attack that worked well in a practical fight - aiming a kick at the head had the risk of falling off-balance if you missed, and it choreographed itself quite a bit. But right now with Mondo on the ground and Vinnie having the advantage in reach, most likely the full impact of the blow would send him reeling.

As likelihood predicted, Mondo is flipped off his prey. Not being at full height, Vinnie's kick was much indeed more effective at striking. He's sent through the air a small ways, dragged across the ground and rolled to his back. Stunned but feeling the momentum of a fight coursing through his nerves, he sits up as quickly as possible, taking a quick moment to shake the stars out of his skull- as well as wipe his mouth and spit. His face is a gross mess.

Now he could get a clearer look at his assailant, albeit with skewed eyesight. It was that yakuza guy Kiyotaka pointed out earlier. Shock is evident by the way his eyeballs bloom into asymmetrical circles because he couldn't believe who he was getting involved with now. If Red getting clobbered was his business, then he was totally fucking with yakuza ties here. In his mind, anyone associated with Red was immediately branded an enemy, and an asshole if they were willing to defend him. But even if he were dealing with members of a familiar criminal organization and needed to at least acknowledge that he needed to watch his step a little more, he would never back down on his policies, and he would never let someone get away with something so heinous. Besides, this isn't the first time he'd brushed shoulders with the yakuza. His eyes narrow.

"This is personal! When bastards like him go around steppin' on people who matter to me, I teach 'em a lesson!" He begins to rise to his feet, raring to take on both of them at once if he had to. "So lay off... unless you wanna join him."

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Vinnie opened his mouth to respond to Mondo's threat, but in doing so he took his eyes off Red. Even though he was closest to the trainer, the Venusaur had just assumed he'd stay put rather than fling himself straight back into the fray.

"Dammit! Red, stop...!" Vinnie lunged forward too, trying to catch him by the arm or shirt or something before he collided into Mondo - but he was too late by a hair.

Mondo was way too grounded to be taken down, and too ready for the tackle. He grabs Red by the arms that thrust out to take him and jabs his knee into his stomach.

"You're too stupid to know when to quit... Just so you know, I'll gladly keep goin' til' you're out cold."

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Oh my god you two boneheads just weren't going to stop, were you.

"Would you shits fuckin' cut it out?!" Vinnie grabbed the back collar of Red's shirt as the trainer somehow reversed Mondo's grip on him and yanked him backwards right before the kick could connect. He had to rip the two apart somehow, but the Venusaur wasn't sure how well it'd actually work if Red was truly hellbent on keeping his hold on those wrists.

Some additional force was required. As he slammed his foot to ground himself into a sturdy stance, a shockwave through the earth to Bulldoze the both of them. The move was indiscriminate, and tore at their legs to hinder their speed - maybe slowing them down if they were tempted to keep lunging at each other.

It was tough to keep tabs on what was going on ever since he got kneed in the gut by the guy whose vitality should be whittled to the bone by now. Winded, he stumbled back just to feel the very earth shake beneath his feet and there was no way in hell he could stay standing. So, yeah. In a sense, he is totally slowed down. Try getting very far when you're sitting on your ass and can't get up just yet.

He's flinching into himself, trying to recollect his senses and remember how to breathe. The first thing he does is crack an eye open despite this, wary of his opponents' next moves.

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Vinnie expected Red to struggle, sure, but an outright attack wasn't something he saw coming. He could only curse hindsight in that split second before the trainer's elbow jabbed him in the face. It was only a small blessing that he managed to turn his head just enough so that his nose wasn't broken, but that didn't make the bone slamming into his jaw any less painful.

His mouth welled up with blood, and the shock took him for a second. Fuck, he should've seen this coming. Red attacked those other girls for no reason, why wouldn't he hit Vinnie now? But was it sheer surprise that made that attack hurt so much more, or...

Vinnie didn't have time to keep contemplating. Another punch caught him in the chest, and this time he was sure. There was no way a normal human with the complete lack of muscle mass should've been able to hit him so hard that he was forced backwards. Seriously, look at the size of Red and the size of Vinnie.

He had to reassess. Darting back another few steps, the Venusaur adopted a defensive stance and quickly glanced over at Mondo to check his status after that Bulldoze. A look of shock was still on his face as Vinnie grit his teeth and muttered, "Nevermind... I take it back."

It's clear by now that Red's comrade isn't the only one mystified. The way things are starting to look, it seems that comrade of his might actually be switching sides. The look he flashes Vinnie hints at this alliance peeking through.

There are a million questions he'd like to ask Vinnie, about him, about his association with Red, about his tattoos even, and from there we'd have a whole bucket list dropped on us. But there's no time for that. Red's in the way and needs to be stopped.

His breath is shallow and he's slow at getting up, but he's not too worse for the wear. Seeing Red's back to him is his chance; he charges forward and thrusts his arms beneath Red's to tuck him in a clinch and detain him. His eyes fly back to Vinnie.

"He's gettin' weird on us," he says though it's obvious. "Quick, put 'im out!"

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Vinnie hesitated for a second as Mondo grappled Red. Staring straight at him now, face to face, the Venusaur's heart felt like it was shaking in its chest cavity. There was standing up to him, sure, but how was he supposed to straight up punch the guy who'd shaped so many years of his life in the face?

But once Red started to struggling, any resemblance he had to the trainer he knew was gone. That purple blood, unnatural strength, the hideous expression on his face that didn't belong anywhere near the Red he knew, they were all so uncannily, unsettlingly wrong that doubt quickly took a second seat to rage. No, this might as well have been a monster wearing Red's skin. A doppleganger playing at his emotions.

Fuck that. With a gutteral roar, the Venusaur balled his hands into fists and sunk them into this Red's nose. Vinnie was going to punch this imposter in the face as fast and as hard as he could until the fake either broke free, or passed out.

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"Stooooop!"

The shrill voice rings out across the lot, followed by the sound of bare feet hitting the ground in rapid succession. Red's been taking too long getting the ice cream, and impatient little Mary decided it was time to see what the hold-up is. She's followed closely by a certain hall monitor, who she had the misfortune to run into on her way out of the pool area and insisted something about how little kids can't go around unsupervised, or something. Mary didn't care at the time but she sure is grateful now, because he can totally help her stop these bullies from picking on Red.

Kiyotaka, fresh from having to prove his innocence of panty-related crimes, is considerably put off that apparently he can't be away from the pool for an hour before total chaos breaks out. It's even more upsetting once he realizes just who's involved in this fight. What the hell even happened in such a short time for Mondo to team up with that yakuza guy to beat on some guy who, according to the girl he was accompanying, was doing nothing more than getting ice cream?

"Hey!!" Mary's voice may be loud, but Kiyotaka's has a ton more force behind it. "Both of you, stop this at once!"

"...Mondo?"

Compared to the previous two, Chiyo's voice was hardly an audible whisper. Probably as quiet as an ant's footsteps next to Kiyotaka, really.

At the sight of all the men before her, Chiyo took on a look of horror and sadness. She didn't want this, didn't even expect this, and came only out to find Mondo from worry after seeing how worked up he got after she mentioned Red. If she had... If she had only known it would've come down to this, she wouldn't have said anything at all. She sniffled, and, predictably, began crying because she had all the tears in the world to spare.

"Please Mondo. Just stop..." her voice cracked from both her sobs and strong emotions rising up within her. "Just stop, please. L-Look at you. Look at all of you. You're all so terribly hurt. Please don't do this anymore."

She stood off to the side crying, unsure of what to do anymore to stop this predicament. She could only hope that things would resolve itself and she could take Mondo away to treat his wounds. Red, with his oddly colored blood, would most likely need to see a professional for treatment. Vinnie, she didn't know personally, but she hoped he could get treatment from the others.

"THAT'S IT."

Aoi, too, was returning at this incredibly inopportune time, having allowed herself a good cry in the bathroom after her underpants were tragically stolen and put on display.

Now she was back, and she was just a little too overly-emotional from the events of the day to want to deal with a poolside throwdown. With the shrill sound of a whistle, she'd announced her presence and was quickly stomping over to the scene.

"All of you are banned. You are all banned from this pool party."

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POOL PARTY BABY IT WAS A COOL PARTY

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enter a yakuza

shit's getting real

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shoehorns two dudes into this at once

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Sorry to jump in again? This could branch off with Mondo.... maybe. or not.

I love how "the corn head" is an actual descriptor commonly used for Mondo in this rp

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In that case, Branch 2 is this-a way

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