Description: In the aftermath of the intensive tax investigations of a one Crazy Zhin, Lee Chaolan has quite a few post-Rumble headaches he needs to deal with. With warehouses filled with mixed owned assets, the executive has to stop down by Yokohama in Japan in order to inventory the remaining goods, and identify whether Crazy Zhin owes backtaxes, or not. Complicating the matter is that there is a significantly large cache of Russian weapons that is somehow in the name of the one Lee Chaolan. Funny, that. Fortunately, the Russian government has sent their special forces agent Sergei to resolve this matter... and why not have a little sporting fun with a battle between cold east and far east at the expense of Crazy Zhin?
So Crazy Zhin was probably going to prison.
That was the backdrop of the Saturday Night Fight. Crazy Zhin's prices was in fact too low. And with it, came cutting on the overhead, which came all the way to the tax day. As everything associated with Crazy Zhin had come into question, audits after audits came with a cascade effect. That was why down here in Yokohama in Japan, at the harbor, the place was being picked clean by grim-faced auditors, trying to sort out assets from assets, driving down to get to the bottom of Crazy Zhin's true net value.
"Marveleous!"
That was the cry from the silver-haired executive as he stood at the sidelines of an auditing team, already heavy into unloading a warehouse and inspecting it. Lee Chaolan, being one of Crazy Zhin's major associates within the RUMBLE tournament, was cooperating with authorities in full-scale audit. Dressed in a tuxedo, he seemed in the full business wear as he bursts out with joy at the first item that was extracted from the warehouse.
It was a tank.
A T-72, in fact, a heavy tank from the Soviet era. As it is exposed to the open air, the auditors stare slack-jawed at it. While they couldn't make a formal statement, they could see... countless other caches, all bearing the suprlus military icons. Lee Chaolan peers over their shoulders, and checks his tablet, swiping something. "Well, I think you better get started in sorting out Crazy Zhin's stuff from Violet Systems stuff." He states brightly. "I wouldn't start with the tank though."
"Might take a while to get out of here!"
Sergei had shown up at the scene to take some of the Russian weapons that were found in Lee’s warehouses. While his subordinates loaded up the weaponry, Sergei would partake in a friendly match with the entrepreneur.
Sergei was expecting some assault rifles, maybe some high powered weaponry. He was not expecting to see a tank right off the bat. Lee Chaolan was not just carrying some weapons by some bureaucratic error, this was much more.
Of course it was a clerical error.
It would be silly that Lee Chaolan and his Violet Systems would have kept a cache of Soviet Era weapons on hand. One might even suggest that they would be designed to funnel into other organizations. -Criminal- organizations. Which was silly, because Lee Chaolan did not work with criminals.
He merely entertained them.
"Ah Ha!" Lee Chaolan pipes up, shoving the tablet into someone's hands. As the Russians begin the transfer process of the illicit (and they do seem pretty illicit) weapons, the auditors continue to keep inventory of them. But Lee? Lee was striding his way up to the grim-faced Russian. "Sergei Dragunov! Or should I call you Colonel Dragunov! Ah ha!" He salutes the man, smirking brightly as he gives the man a wink. "Or Captain? Lieutenent... Private?" He gestures the air, as if the military rank doesn't matter. "I'll just call you Admiral Manly! Goodness you are a manly man! You know, it really is wonderful for your men to be handling all these firearms. Could you imagine what it would be like if the Russians weren't involved? All that paperwork and questions. But you seem like a man who isn't really into either, is that so? Wonderful! Fantastic!" And he sweeps his arms out, to the degree that one could almost see a rainbow.
"Oh Excellent!~"
Lee was putting up a show. His exaggerated gestures and behaviors were distractions for drawing attention from something. Or he was just amusing himself and soaking up attention, Likely both. If anything, this would be far from excellent for him, he lost his cache of weapons and is now under suspicion. The fight its self is likely distraction from his failure. If questioning was attempted the sly businessmen would only use that to gain advantage, observation would be the must effective method.
"So anyways, Captain Kangaroo was it?"
Lee Chaolan begins to pace around the russian. "As I was discussing, well, really, they were discussing back with us. It seems that while your adorable little soliders are sorting out what goes where and what not, that we were going to have the friendliest of friend friend matches! That's just precious!" Lee Chaolan tosses his hair with his fingertips, before adjusting his tie. Delicately putting a finger on a crate of grenades, he looks it lightly. "
"As I heard, you have been giving a tour of pain~"
The executive turns around, a smirk on his lips. "Interpol? Delta Six? Lightning Spangles? I heard you even got into a little wrestling as well. Oh, and puppies too! And young ladies. -Beautiful- young ladies in fact." The smirk fades a bit. "So, H.R. Pufnstuf, do you mind if I call you Pufnstuf? I'll just take your silence as acceptance. You are very agreeable, you know that?" The man loosens his stance, shaking out arms as from the auditors, the camera and crew moves into place. "Ah!" Lee calls out lightly. "Ah! Ah! It looks like... our friendliest of friend friend matches is about to begin Pufnstuf! Cut your nails and adjust your uniform, friend!" And Lee Chaolan falls into a fighting stance, legs apart, arms up.
"It's almost time for friendly friend friend times~"
“……...”
Lee was well versed in Sergei’s exploits, ans was seemingly goading him. He seemed to want Sergei to brutalize him, likely another distraction. Sergei would now do something that Lee would not expect…
Not rip him apart bone by bone and stab the degenerate up against Crazy Zin’s barge with said bones, and the sink the barge in the Mariana’s Trench. As Lee would likely expect. Sergei got into position for the `Friendly` match.
The two men stare down each other.
Not silently though.
"Fantastic!" Was Lee's response, as the judge moves between them, and the camera crew stays fixed on him. "I've been hoping for this battle since my secretary told me about it this morning! I've never really fought Spitnuts before. Spitnuts. Is that correct? It probably is. Gosh, Pufnstuf, I really just..." And the judge signals the start of the fight. Lee jumps in place. "What? Oh! Oh my goodness, are we starting now?"
Lee seems to be almost trembling in his slacks.
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan has started a fight here.
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Lee Chaolan 0/-------/-======|
While this was going to be a friendly match Sergei wanted it to start with something good to put something of a show. So the SPETSNAZ went up to grab the stuck up little brat by his fancy expensive hair, and smash his head into the corner of the crate of out dated grenades.
COMBATSYS: Sergei has joined the fight here.
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Sergei 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Lee Chaolan
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan blocks Sergei's Rapid Grapple.
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Sergei 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Lee Chaolan
Oh, Lee was no brat.
That much might be seen as Sergei makes his attack. As the Russian surges in to grab him by the hair, the the executive catches him by the wrist. Sergei gets his grip, but it was clear at that point that Lee was in control of this clinch. Sergei slams Lee down into the crates, but his head isn't what smashes the crate. Instead, it is the man's elbow, breaking the impact with a few bruises... where there would be bruises.
And now, the grenades were scattering around the ground.
The auditors, the soldiers, and the judges gasp, interrupting everything to take cover. The grenades roll across the harbor floor, spreading out. Live. But not primed. Lee Chaolan twists his body and arms, his smooth, silky hair slipping free of Sergei's grips. "Whoops~" He oops. "Better be careful Captain~" He teases as he flows like water around the soldier. His hands was still on Sergei's hand, a bold statement to keep his grips on. To stay in a clinch with Sergei was... dangerous. But what Lee was doing was straight-forward: Wrench Sergei's arm behind him, and for him down to the ground into a kneel. Simple. Effective. He didn't have any rush here.
The trap had already been set.
COMBATSYS: Sergei dodges Lee Chaolan's Medium Throw.
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Sergei 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Lee Chaolan
Lee was setting a trap for Sergei. The Spetsnaz slipped away from the grip of the tycoon. He did a hand sign the soldiers. The soldiers moved in to remove the grenades from the field.
As Lee turns around, Sergei launches a punch at Lee’s expensive artificial face to tarnish his unnatural visage.
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan parries Sergei's Fierce Punch!
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Sergei 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Lee Chaolan
Sergei's instincts were keen.
As the man slips out of the grips of the executive, Lee Chaolan was already circling him, already moving. "Sending your men at me? Or simply to clean up our little mess?~" When it is clear that they are going for the grenades, Lee just laughs aloud. "Come on now Buff N Tough, you really think now is the right time for the help?" As Sergei hurls out a staggering punch against Lee's stunning features, the man dives hard to the flanks...
Right towards a soldier bending over at the grenades.
Lee was moving like a flash, his foot driving hard into the soldier as the punch sails past. Shoving off the soldier, the poor man is sent rolling over as Lee just -flies- point blank at the Russian. Launching into the air, aiming a squarely for the center of the Russian, he fires forward to catch that kick right into Sergei's chest.
And carry him right into the side of the tank.
COMBATSYS: Sergei blocks Lee Chaolan's Silver Slash EX.
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Sergei 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 Lee Chaolan
After taking advantage of a Russian soldier like a coward, Lee launched at Sergei like missile. Sergei caught the flying kick, but as Newton’s first law say `an object in motion tends to say in motion`. As Lee stays in motion, Sergei is carried with him right into the tank. He hit the tank with a THUNK!
Sergei was hurting a bit, this was the first opponent in a while to be of any great challenge. The Spetsnaz brings his leg up to the gun runner’s shoulder to slam him to the ground and then into the tank. See if he can tank that one!
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan parries Sergei's Mantis Heel!
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Sergei 0/-------/------=|=======\====---\1 Lee Chaolan
Sergei had no idea just how much challenge was coming his way.
As he slams Sergei into the tank, that was enough for the martial artist. Lee's almost serene, teasing smirk was enduring as he rebounds off the Russian. He had blocked the core attack. But he was cornered now.
And he would point-blank fire a chain of kicks. "Speechless, Colonel? My skills benumb you~" The executive taunts as the professional soldier as his opponent hooks that kick high and fast. The trouble was, Lee was faster, as he suddenly and visciously dips and ducks under the hooking kick, raising his hands up to help Sergei carry the leg over.
And explodes with the chain of kicks before Sergei could even finish his kick.
A chain of five kicks would come in a blink of an eye with one leg; starting low into the man's knee, before climbing up to the Russian's face. Whether those were dealt with or not wouldn't matter, for Lee would end the ruthless assault with a staggering roundhouse with the other leg, slamming it hard into Sergei's neck, to smash him away with a shout.
And right into another one of his fellow soldiers.
COMBATSYS: Sergei fails to counter Acid Storm EX from Lee Chaolan with Red Alert.
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Sergei 0/-------/---====|=======\======-\1 Lee Chaolan
Lita was probably going to laugh at this sight of retribution. Sergei tried to grab the Rich uncle Pennybags but failed. Instead, it looked like Sergei was getting hit by a firing squad. With a kick to his hard neck, Sergei is tossed right into his fellow soldiers.
Luckily they were disciplined, otherwise they would have likely opened fire on Lee showing him a real firing squad.
It was the speed, not the power.
While Lee Chaolan was certainly powerful enough, the difference between Sergei and Lee now was the agility of the martial artist. Lee had seven blows against Sergei's one. It was skill vs skill and power. And so far, skill was overcoming the hybrid.
So far.
As he sends Sergei flying into the soldiers, he is already chasing after the Russian. "Really, Captain, you should be more gentle with your men~" He teases as he hurls in a back-kick... that falls short, aiming to miss. Chaining it around, he follows up with a forward kick right for Sergei's gut. "Making them clean up your messes, throwing yourself into them. Really, they should be focused on their job, and you should stay focus on yours~" As he prattles on, he spins into backfist, trying to drive him back, and then a strong snap kick into the air. Should the snap kick make contact, Lee would finish the assault by catching Sergei with his legs. And if he got the grip there, he would wrench his entire body over.
And slam Sergei right into a crate of rifles.
COMBATSYS: Sergei blocks Lee Chaolan's Mercury Drive.
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Sergei 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Lee Chaolan
After the Russian soldiers gallantly caught Sergei with their bodies, they were helpless against the follow up by Lee Chaolan. Lee’s Gut kick hit squarely, as done his back fist. But the snap kick missed as Sergei ducks under it. He ducks under and reaches to grab Lee and throw him over his hip and to the ground. Once on the ground Sergei would kick the piece of human refuse across the ground like a pile of oily rags that were used to clean the streets of Paris.
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan dodges Sergei's Purge Slam.
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Sergei 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Lee Chaolan
The speed was grinding down the Russian titan.
As the combination attack nearly sends Sergei battered down, Lee Chaolan's smirk endures. As his snap kick rips over the head of the ducking Russian, he arcs an eyebrow. He practically slams his leg down as Sergei lunges in to seize him. As the hands come, Lee Chaolan catches the man by his wrist, reversing the grapple harmlessly. Repositioning again, the enduring smirk of the older man comes. "My word, I thought you would be slowing down more! Then again..."
"You are Russian!"
Lee Chaolan chuckles at his pun as he throws out a high kick... that goes wide. Another kick comes, lashing out to Sergei's right, and then, a third kick comes to Sergei's left. A chain of three feints; he was bringing out his full feints now. The fourth kick actually commits as he thrusts the leg straight towards Sergei's gut. Should it make contact, it would... do nothing, really. The teeth would be pulled, the bite of the kick only being a gentle fixture to make a foothold on Sergei's gut. The -real- attack would come as Lee would rise up on his footstool, and hook his kick around fast, straight for Sergei's neck. Should he catch that neck?
He would slam himself and his opponent down hard into the concrete floor.
COMBATSYS: Sergei dodges Lee Chaolan's Mist Trap.
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Sergei 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Lee Chaolan
As Lee sends out his attack, a Russian soldier calls out. “Pah, look at the little weak coward, he tries to fight The White Angle of Death with words and name calling, Ha! Like the little baby coward he is. He can’t even think up a good joke! Pah!” This catches Lee’s attention just enough for Sergei to roll back out of harms way.
The follow up by Sergei comes with reaching out to grab Lee by the arm and get him in a joint lock.
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan blocks Sergei's Quick Throw.
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Sergei 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Lee Chaolan
Slick.
The careful eyes of the Russian was able to stare past the feints, and when the attack came, he actually evaded it. As the man rolls out of the way of the catching kick, the man lashes out to seize Lee by his arm. The grip is made, and this time Lee is unable to reverse it. Caught in a joint-lock, Lee can only mitigate the impact, meeting the lock with a counter-lock of his own. Grunting, he keeps himself in stalemate with the other man. Keeping steady. Keeping even.
All with a smile on his face.
Lee had to shift his footwork in order to get out of this. Shifting his momentum suddenly, he attempts to break the hold by climbing his feet up to Sergei's shoulder, to his side. Should he get the momentum going, he would attempt to throw him off balance, and slam him hard on the ground into a close-quarters counter.
To break free of the clinch.
COMBATSYS: Sergei blocks Lee Chaolan's Lee Stunner.
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Sergei 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Lee Chaolan
Lee started to bring his legs up Sergei’s shoulder. He recognized this as being much like his Mantis Heel. He loosed his whole body and controlled his fall to the ground on his own power.
While on the ground, the Spetsnaz sent a kick right off the ground to Lee’s rising torso.
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan blocks Sergei's Light Kick.
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Sergei 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Lee Chaolan
Faster and faster.
Piece by piece, the two fighters were chipping away at each other. As Lee Chaolan attempts to rise up and send Sergei down, the man drops early. He was reading Lee like a book now. The martial artist lets himself fall too, rising up in tandem with Sergei's own kick. It was like a dance, it was like perfect harmony.
After all, it was a friendly match.
Sweat forms from Lee's forehead. Fatigue was beginning to catch up to him. Catching the oncoming kick in his hands, he grunts again. "Getting stubborn now, aren't you Colonel? C'mon!" He taunts as he drops his grips, slipping forward to the side of the leg with a high kick to the face... followed by a chest punch. A good combo. No. Not a good one.
An excellent combo.
COMBATSYS: Sergei endures Lee Chaolan's Excellent Combo.
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Sergei 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Lee Chaolan
Lee comes in to Sergei, and Sergei just stands there and takes it like a man. No not a man, he takes it like a Russian! The soldiers cheer on Sergei as he takes the strikes of the weak old man with delusion of youth.
With Lee seamingly not making a dent (it actually stung quite a lot) the Spetsnaz went tackle him to the ground get him in a calf crush, and throw him across the floor.
COMBATSYS: Sergei successfully hits Lee Chaolan with Frost Bite.
- Power hit! -
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Sergei 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Lee Chaolan
Oh dear.
Sergei stands fast to take the blow, and Lee Chaolan found himself deep inside the circle of the Russian. His senses surge up, and once again he was turning, he was slipping, he was evading. This time, however, he was not escape. As he makes his step, he... slips, on a mere grenade that he had let roll out so much earlier. And with his footing gone... the man tackles him.
And Lee Chaolan was no longer smiling.
His leg wrenched and crushed, he is hurled away. Agony did not even begin to describe what was done to him. Pain did not even describe. So much pain and fury was boiling out of the silver-haired executive as he is sent away. Already he surges up, his leg in a limp as he forces himself through the pain, making a dislocation and fracture worse as he surges on Sergei. Silver energy flashes over him as he bursts mere inches from him. His palm is steady. His precision is keen. And with a rage-filled 'kiai' he howls as he explodes out a three-inch palm strike aimed right for Sergei's neck.
He would live.
Barely.
It was a friendly match, after all.
COMBATSYS: Sergei fails to counter Death Touch from Lee Chaolan with Pit Fall.
! VENGEANCE !
-+- CALCULATED HIT -+-
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COMBATSYS: Sergei can no longer fight.
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Lee Chaolan 0/-------/------=|
The soldiers were cheering Sergei on as he wretched and crushed the executive. One cried “Yeah show that little snowflake who is boss!”. Then the 3 inch palm strike comes in. The Spetsnaz tried to catch the strike as it came for his neck, but he was too slow.
For the first time in a while, Sergei felt like he was really fighting a decent opponent. Then he could not feel anything. As the medics come in for Sergei in his half conscious state he sees Lee Chaolan give a gesture before it goes black.
Finished.
Lee Chaolan's expression fades back into a smirk as the executing blow is dealt. The Russian was... done. Lee Chaolan adjusts his footing. His leg was in agony. His arms were sore. But as he stands above, as the judges call the match, as the medics come for Sergei, there is a gesture from the man.
And what kind of gesture would it be? % R
A thumbs up.
"Excellent~"
COMBATSYS: Lee Chaolan has ended the fight here.
Log created on 16:30:35 04/17/2016 by Lee Chaolan, and last modified on 21:23:22 04/20/2016.