The patrons were murmuring amongst themselves, wondering what to do about this battle that had erupted in the middle of the normally upscale Fenucci's. The formally attired Administrator straightened himself out, and looked at the crowd. "I'm deeply sorry for the inconvenience. Please, enjoy your meals."
The ancient horror motioned for everyone to sit. Mesmerized by the display of might, most people did sit.
Cucumba leaned over and hoisted the dazed challenger to his feet, he even wiped the debris from Vegetto's shirt. The green devil held him up untill he could stand on his own, then took a few steps away. After turning his back, and clasping his hands behind him, the pickled one spoke, "Ready to continue . . ?"
Vegetto launched himself at the mighty administrator once again, the insults were to great to allow to pass unpunished. His knee was thrust forward, aiming for the green machine's back. Cucumba quickly spun, and swept his arm out to block the offending limb. Cucumba stepped into the challenger, putting his foot underneath Vegetto's center of gravity. Vegetto responded by leaping into another spinning, jumping hook kick. The jade behemoth blocked the kick with his right hand, placing it in the crook of Vegetto's knee to stop the momentum as well as force the chambering of the kick to happen early. Again, Cucumba stepped into Vegetto's center of gravity. Vegetto attempted to counter with a left hook, narrowly missing the admin. Cucumba reached in to scoop Vegetto's standing leg, but the challenger saw his opportunity, and punched the admin in the back. Cucumba's back recoiled from the blow as Vegetto dashed into Cucumba's center, elbow outstreched. Cucumba lurched forward from the impact. The challenger knew that momentum would be key, and without delay he struck with a round house kick to the pickled one's head. Cucumba spun through the air as Vegetto hurled himself skyward with a zanzoken. Cucumba was just about to right himself when he felt an explosion of physical contact on his sternum. The mighty adminsitrator collided with the ground, sending the planks up in the air in a rippling pattern.
The crowd began to murmur again, and they all began to look for the nearest exit.
Vegetto hopped off Cucumba's chest and smiled. It was time to finish this battle.
Cucumba exploded into action, kicking out Vegetto's legs while spinning his legs to let the momentum carry him up to a standing position. The mighty admin caught the falling competitor by the throat and growled in his face. Before Vegetto thought ot react, the administrator hurled him through the air into the carving station. The carving station exploded from the force of the impact. Hot oils and juices from the roast covered Vegetto, burning him while he howled in agony. Cucumba grabbed the fleeing pianist and spoke in an quiet tone, "Maestro, somethign upbeat and lively please."
Vegetto was climbing to his feet when the adminsitrator walked casually up to him. Vegetto launched an attack, leaning into his hook punch. Cucumba spun with the punch, wasting it's impact potential and came around with his leg in a hooking kick. The kick collided with Vegetto's skull. Vegetto spun in place, then stumbled backwards over the debris of the carving station. The green devil reached forward, and grabbed Vegetto once again by his neck. The admin lifted him in the air, holding him in a military press.
The piano began to play.
Cucumba spun and dropped the challenger onto his shoulder, injuring Vegetto's abdomen. Then he sprung forward, slamming Vegetto's back into the ground. Vegetto poped up from the force of the blow, and managed to get his feet underneath him.
The administrator looked at the wobbling competetion, and leaned down to grab a small piece of plaster debris. He regarded Vegetto again, tossing the small piece of wall material in his hand.
"I was going to destroy you for your insolence, but I believe you'll be a worthy fight one day. Therefore, I'll save you, and your eulogy, for later."
Cucumba tossed the small bit of plaster in his hand once more, then pinched it with his thumb and pointer finger. The admin smiled, and snapped his fingers.
The plaster bit fired like a bullet, exploding on Vegetto's head, and sending him flying facefirst into a tray of lasagne. Bits of the baked dish flew through the air and landed on Mephit74.
The gothly attired woman looked at her dress, then stared at the fallen competitor . . . annoyed once again.