The Fighters of Fighting/Morbidda

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<player name>	VS	Morbidda
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Head Kick Groin Kick Leg Sweep Throat Punch Gut Punch Knee Punch Walk Away

	Head Kick	Groin Kick	Leg Sweep	Throat Punch	Gut Punch	Knee Punch
Morbidda→ Player ↓	A pseudopod detaches itself from Morbidda's costume, forming itself into a foot and launching itself at your head.	Morbidda says, "you know, in Hey Deze I became skilled in a thousand thousand ways of causing pain. But sometimes the simplest ones are the best." Then she aims a knee square at your groin.	Morbidda shouts, "soon your soul will belong to me! But for now, your soles can be pointed at the sky!" She drops down into a crouch, trying to trip you up.	Morbidda shouts, "if you will not praise the dark Lord, perhaps your pained gurgling will please him!" Then she cocks back a fist and aims it at your throat.	Morbidda shouts, "if you will not kneel before the dark Lord, you can at least double over in pain!" and aims a punch at your solar plexus.	Morbidda looks you up and down with an expert torturer's eye, trying to decide where to best inflict the maximum amount of pain. Looks like she's chosen "fist to kneecap" as the best way, and who are you to argue with an expert?
Head Kick	Morbidda's tiny head-mounted wings carry her over your head kick. She hovers with her stiletto heels at face-level, and kicks you like a demonic mule.	You sudoduck under Morbidda's pseudopod, and follow up with a vicious knee to the groin. Her costume squeals in pain in a most unsettling way, and the crowd roars its approval.	You duck Morbidda's pseudopod and sweep her legs out from under her. Her little head-wings flutter her gently to the ground, and the crowd's enthusiasm is easily restrained.	You sidestep Morbidda's pseudopod and punch her right in the throat. She collapses, coughing, and looks at the crowd with huge, anime-size tear-filled eyes. The crowd boos you, which strikes you as spectacularly unfair.	Morbidda's tiny head-mounted wings carry her over your gut punch. She hovers with her stiletto heels at face-level, and kicks you like a demonic mule	Morbidda's tiny head-mounted wings carry her over your knee punch. She hovers with her stiletto heels at face-level, and kicks you like a demonic mule.
Groin Kick	You spin away from Morbidda's groin-seeking knee, and quip "well, you're the expert, but I've found a boot to the head is pretty effective!" and you kick her square in one of her freaky tiny wings. The crowd cheers as it feebly flaps, getting tangled in her own hair.	"You're right," you say, "and time has no meaning in Hey Deze, but it does here, and I'm faster than you. The crowd applauds half-heartedly as Morbidda's costume absorbs most of your kick to the groin.	Your frantic attempt at a leg sweep makes Morbidda giggle diabolically as a pseudopod emerges from her living armor and pummels you right in the baby basket.	Your frantic attempt at a throat punch makes Morbidda giggle diabolically as a pseudopod emerges from her living armor and pummels you right in the baby basket.	"Yeah, well, here's another golden oldie from the painback machine," you say, and punch Morbidda right in the gut. "Boo!" someone in the crowd shouts. "It's a cheap shot to hit her where she's not armored!" You try to point out how few options that leaves you, but the crowd's turned ugly.	Your frantic attempt at a knee punch makes Morbidda giggle diabolically as a pseudopod emerges from her living armor and pummels you right in the baby basket.
Leg Sweep	You kick Morbidda square in the forehead. "Fool! That is how the dark Lord says good morning!" she hisses, as the crowd weakly applauds your weak attack.	You're so distracted by Morbidda's heaving cleavage (and cleaving heavage) that your groin kick misses. Morbidda laughs diabolically and sweeps your legs out from under you.	You shout, "right back at you, she-witch!" and sweep her before she can sweep you. The crowd goes wild as Morbidda lands flat on her back, dazed.	You're so distracted by Morbidda's heaving cleavage (and cleaving heavage) that your throat punch misses. Morbidda laughs diabolically and sweeps your legs out from under you.	You're so distracted by Morbidda's heaving cleavage (and cleaving heavage) that your gut punch misses. Morbidda laughs diabolically and sweeps your legs out from under you.	"Sure," you say, "but soon your knee's going to bend the wrong way!" As Morbidda starts her leg sweep, you punch one knee as hard as you can. Morbidda collapses, wailing, and the crowd boos you. Apparently, you're fighting too hard in the fighting game.
Throat Punch	"Well, if you won't stop being a pain in the neck, you can have some pain in the head!" you quip, and stop Morbidda's throat punch with a boot to the head. One of her wings gets crushed and flaps pathetically, and the crowd boos you for the cheap shot.	A pseudopod emerges from Morbidda's outfit and blocks your groin kick. While you're ogling her lack of armor (or turning away in disgust, whatever's your thing), she punches you in the throat, giggling throatily.	A pseudopod emerges from Morbidda's outfit and blocks your leg sweep. While you're ogling her lack of armor (or turning away in disgust, whatever's your thing), she punches you in the throat, giggling throatily.	The crowd goes wild as you dodge Morbidda's throat punch and counter with a vicious throat punch of your own.	You dodge Morbidda's fist and punch her right in the bread basket. The bread takes most of the punch, though, and the crowd is less than enthusiastic.	A pseudopod emerges from Morbidda's outfit and blocks your knee punch. While you're ogling her lack of armor (or turning away in disgust, whatever's your thing), she punches you in the throat, giggling throatily.
Gut Punch	Morbidda turns into a flock of bats and your head kick misses every single one of them. Then she re-solidifies (de-bats?) and punches your stomach into your spine.	You grab Morbidda's punchin' hand and pull her in closer, then viciously knee her in the groin. The crowd boos you for taking a cheap shot, conveniently ignoring all of the other times people have kicked each other in the groin in this game.	Morbidda turns into a flock of bats and your leg sweep misses every single one of them. Then she re-solidifies (de-bats?) and punches your stomach into your spine.	You shout, "solar plexus? But you just met us!" and counter with a punch to Morbidda's evil little throat. She gasps and hacks, but then asks you to do it again, but a little slower this time. Some of the crowd applauds you, but most laugh at you.	A pseudopod emerges from Morbidda's outfit and blocks your groin kick. While you're ogling her lack of armor (or turning away in disgust, whatever's your thing), she punches you in the throat, giggling throatily.	"Listen," you shout, "I'm not going to stand for your satanic ways! Wait, I mean, you're not going to stand for them!" You sidestep Morbidda's gut punch and pummel her in the kneecap as the crowd cheers wildly.
Knee Punch	Morbidda summons damned souls from Hey Deze to cloud your vision (and make your hair go all frizzy, for some reason), so you can't land your head kick. But hey, at least she didn't just punch you in the patella! Oh, sorry, she totally did. My bad.	Morbidda summons damned souls from Hey Deze to cloud your vision (and make your hair go all frizzy, for some reason), so you can't land your groin kick. But hey, at least she didn't just punch you in the patella! Oh, sorry, she totally did. My bad.	You decide to spare Morbidda the fractured knuckles from hitting you in the kneecap, and you sweep her legs out from under her before she can connect. She lands flat on her back and starts crying. The crowd, ever the sucker for crocodile tears, boos you enthusiastically.	Morbidda summons damned souls from Hey Deze to cloud your vision (and make your hair go all frizzy, for some reason), so you can't land your throat punch. But hey, at least she didn't just punch you in the patella! Oh, sorry, she totally did. My bad.	You hop away from Morbidda's knee punch and sock her square in the breadbasket. The crowd screams your name, much like your mom screams mine, while Moribidda's costume whimpers in pain.	You step around Morbidda's knee punch and counter with one of your own. A pseudopod springs out of her costume and blocks most of the blow, though. Someone in the crowd tries to start a slow clap, but it doesn't take off.

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