Description: On top of the Capcom Wrestling Association arena, M. Bison and Zangief engage in a Neo League match to test the sweet sciences of the squared circle against one another.
Boxing and wrestling rings are very much similar if not the exact same. You got four corners. You got rops and turnbuckles. And you got a crowd surrounding it read for action. It also isn't the first time a boxer and a wrestler have faced off. For that matter it isn't the first time Mike Bison and Zangief have met up. It has just been a long while to where it feels fresh and new! And that is why there is a huge crowd here at the CWA stadium ready for one hell of a match.
"Zangief? More like Zangrief. Motherfucking skies of Russia are sad tonight." Bison boasts loudly as he reaches up with a red boxing glove clad hand to push back the hood of his rather colorful top. He is still fuming a bit over the Abigail deal and puncing Jezebel to the moon help ease the sting of a loss for a short bit. He still needs to admister beatings to feel better. This might not be the best choice of opponent to make himself feel better.
"Yeah we ready for this? I'm ready to punch a Russian and tell Trump his comrades are pussies." Mike boasts as he gives a few shadow boxing moves and finishes with an upperct. "Lets do this!"
"Mister Bison," Zangief rumbles from his corner of the ring.
The Red Cyclone made a drawn out entrance complete with red laser lights and fog. Turnbuckles were climbed; his cloak was drawn back just enough to give each part of the audience a glimpse of bouncing pecs or rippling muscles. Once he settled into his corner, however, he simply set his eyes on the boxer and stared while Bison bosted-- until a certain someone was mentioned.
"The ring is NO PLACE for politics!" he roars while casting his cloak into the audience to reveal scars, coursing veins, and iron muscle. "We are here to honor our respective sports in an exhibition match for glory of both, not have debate!" His arms drop and curl, he takes a breath, and those incredible muscles somehow find a way to /harden/-- not that Mike is a stranger to Zangief's improbable brawn.
Just as Zangief is no stranger to the terrible power of Mike Bison's fists. His eyes drift towards the other man's gloves as that scarred physique ripples in readiness; there is a small part of him that knows that lecturing a man who can drop an elephant with his hands is not a wise decision.
He doesn't listen to it, but he knows it's there.
"MICHAEL BISON! For the glory of wrestling and the people of Russia, let us do battle, fist to fist, man to man-- FREE of the distractions of polls and pundits!" he roars before clenching bared teeth.
COMBATSYS: Zangief enters the arena, to the roar of the crowd!
COMBATSYS: M. Bison enters the arena, to the roar of the crowd!
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Zangief 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M. Bison
"Michael? What the shit?" The boxer says with a frown. "That isn't my name. It is Mike....MIKE!"
With a shake of his head he gives a roll of his eyes as well. "Don't care about political shit anyways. Ready to just punch some faces and you have the bad luck of having a face and sharing the ring with me." he comments and he then falls into his fighting stance.
Dumb to an extent he isn't a fool and he knows Zangief can be dangerous. He gives things a moment then waits until he thinks he finds an opening. "Hah! I already got this! Just watch!"
Forward he surges and he closes the distance between himself and Zangief as his fists go in motion. He gives a quick jab punch followed by a stronger straight before finally delivering a heavy overhead shot to try and throw the Russian off his game.
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures M. Bison's Under Impact.
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Zangief 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 M. Bison
Zangief doesn't stop flexing and clenching when Bison's fists collide with him. His head /does/ snap viciously with the momentum of each punch, with the last leaving a fresh bump bulging from his skull. His arms loosen but don't quite relax as that final punch leaves his shoulders hunched and his knees wobbly.
A beat later: "Powerful as ever, Michael!" he bellows while snapping his head up to show a freshly bruised eye and a savage grin. "You know,"
His right arm flexes as he breathes in; the exhale sends green chi racing along his biceps.
"I met a man recently with punches like nothing I'd felt before, save our previous bouts--!"
His body tenses, emerald energy flares around his fist, and he spins into a backhanded bodyblow meant to repay the boxer with a snapping mixture of brute force and a searing chi without restricting conversation too severely-- because conversation is important in the middle of the ring, even if politics aren't.
"A giant with great wheels around his shoulders-- perhaps you should seek him out! You would enjoy challenge, da?!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits M. Bison with Banishing Flat.
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Zangief 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 M. Bison
"You I told you my name isn't Michael!"
His protests fall on deaf ears and his punches not perhaps punishing Zangief as much as he hoped. At the same time he knows the toughness of the Russian and he would be a fool to think this an easy fight. Well....he is a fool, but not that big of one!
And as Zangief attacks he makes mention of a man Bison has recently run into. There could not be two men like Abigail and the mention of the man that defeated Mike recently throws him off enough that Zangief finds an opening and makes Bison pay for it. His backhand slams hard into the boxer and sends him skidding back across the ring and into a corner. "Motherf.....Abigail!? How can....but....oh hell!"
He just decides to bounce out of that corner and come at Zangief one more. This time a quick right to the chin to remind the Russian how dangerous his fists can be. "Don't bring that bitch up in our fight!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks M. Bison's Medium Punch.
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Zangief 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 M. Bison
Even when it's his forearm taking the punch rather than his chin, /every/ punch from the former champion is a lesson in why it's a bad idea to fuck with Mike Bison. The sheer force of Bison's glove hitting his cross-block - rather than the iron wall of his flexing physique - sends Zangief back a couple of feet, and once he drops his guard, he can't can't help but give the arm that took the worst of it a careful test-circle while rubbing that shoulder.
"Mister Abigail was all man, I am quite certain," Zangief shoots back while circling and rubbing. "Are you acquainted, then...? He is mighty, but surely, your technique was superior-- you are no fool, Mister Bison! That is why--"
Leaping across the feet that punch cost him, Zangief's left hand launches out like a crane hook seeking to secure a grasp of the boxer's arm. The ropes briefly shake when he lands, and - if he manages to get the hold he wants - he'll bring his other hand in to support HURLING Bison into the Russian's corner.
"-- it will be an HONOR to stake a claim for WRESTLING as the one, true inheritor of the squared circle over your prone body!"
COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Zangief's Strong Throw.
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Zangief 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 M. Bison
"We uh...met." There is a frown when Bison doesn't manage to land his blow as he had hoped. And even more so for the fact it is Abigail that Zangief is talking about. It seems the Russian has not seen the match between Bison and Abigail yet or he has seen it and is using this as a way to fluster the boxer.
And flustered he is, but not enough he can't see what Zangief is trying to do. He goes for the arm and gets ahold of it, but he can't seem to outmuscle Bison to throw him in the corner like intended. "Get your hands off me! Jesus!"
That arm is eventually wrestled away after quite a bit of tug of war and the boxer staggers back. "You always got to be all touchy feely and shit! Here, touch this!"
The punch is pretty straight forward. Nothing fancy, but a dashing straight looking just to slam into the mighty pecs of Zangief.
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures M. Bison's Running Straight.
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Zangief 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 M. Bison
Zangief is boisterous and not above cutting a promo mid-match, but playing mindgames by needling Bison about his performance in a fight isn't really his style. Abigail was enormous and inhumanly strong, but fought like a tractor trailer with a brick on the gas; he really /would/ give the former heavyweight champ at least a 6-4 or 7-3 advantage in that match-up of criminal strongmen. The fluster is surprising enough that he begins to tilt his mohawked head to the side while playing tug of war over the boxer's limb. Rather than press that issue, though, he lets out a barking chuckle at Bison's protests over his brazen hands-- a chuckle that's cut short when the boxer does him the courtesy of giving him a brief warning before throwing a punch.
Those pecs momentarily ripple with greenish-red light before going taut and giving Bison taste of what it's like to punch an iron wall dead on.
This being Bison, of course, the iron wall can't help but give, even if it doesn't collapse: despite the flexing and bracing, Zangief is driven back a few feet on the end of Bison's fist until he slams into the turnbuckles, where he crumples against the fist for a lingering second before managing to suck in a breath and shove the enforcer's arm away from him.
"Da, for without touch-- without feel, there is no wrestling! To wrestle man, bear-- WOMAN, even-- one must be ready to touch and be touched without fear!"
Which might be why Zangief punctuates this thought with great, meaty hands shooting towards Bison's shoulders, because he is unafraid to touch-- to attempt to seize the boxer and shove his head between the heavily striated masses of his thighs.
"There is no better way to learn not only opponent's strength-- but your OWN!"
If he's able to secure Bison, he'll leap out of the corner with him, hauling the boxer up until their bodies are parallel-- and then /twisting/ on the way down to drill the enforcer's head into the mat.
COMBATSYS: M. Bison Toughs Out Zangief's Screw Piledriver ES!!
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Zangief 1/--=====/=======|=======\====---\1 M. Bison
The punch lands in a solid manner. Solid being the key word. Zangief is a solid man and like Abigail one of the small percent of the population that can handle the powerful punches of Bison. This is no walk in the park like sending Jezebel flying with each effortless strike.
"Well I ain't no wrestler so HRGH!" He gets grabbed and his head ends up between the meaty thighs of Zangief. This is not how he wanted to spend his night, but here he is being hefted up and driven into the mat head first. Good thing he has a thick skull and not much in the wya of brain cells.
Both of those are reasons why he is quick to recover once released. "Oh you done fucked up!" he says and he winds his right arm about a few times while cricking his neck. "Okay big boy. You want to know what I think about Abigail? Lemme show you what I showed him!"
Forward he comes. His fist coming forward once more, but it is with more force than any punch he has thrown so far. A strike known to kill an elephant as he barrels his fist right into the stomach of Zangief and the impact might just send him straight through the ropes and out of the ring. "BEEP BEEP! HERE COMES THE WELCOME WAGON!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks M. Bison's Gigaton Blow+.
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Zangief 1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0 M. Bison
"You know," Zangief begins to observe of the barreling boxer, "Mister Abigail was /also/ fond of vehicle noi--"
The Gigaton Blow lives up to its name when it strikes Zangief's clenched form - arms tucked in close, elbows dropped near to his knees - and sends a deafening *K-THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!* blasting across the rooftop arena. It's closely accompanied by a pressure wave that sends programs, hats, and concessions flying in all directions, with a fair percentage tumbling right over the edge. A mushroom cloud of sweat and dust billows up from the impact point, looming ominously above the ring for a second before dispersing across the only man left within it.
Indeed, if Bison's /normal/ punches could send Zangief skidding a foot or two on a block, the mighty Gigaton Blow turns him into a meaty cannonball careening through ropes and bouncing along the rooftop. It takes several bounces across the ground before he manages to plant his hands and roll into a crouched position near the blimp dock, where he pants and sweats and tries to ignore the fire in his chest that absorbing so much force - even with his limbs buffering the blow itself - only exacerbated.
"Most impressive, Mister Bison!" he thunders while dragging himself up to his feet. "And in return--"
Darting towards a stretch of rigging set up to allow a camera to move along its frame for dynamic shots, Zangief wraps his arms around a metal, twists, and /heaves/. Bolts pop; metal whines, grinds, and folds; emerald chi races along his chest and biceps; in the production truck, someone curses as one of the monitor feeds goes irrevocably nuts.
"-- I will show you the honor he failed to show me: the BEAUTY of a well-chosen foreign object--! HrrrrrRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAGH!"
A good chunk of the rigging remains-- more or less in place, but without chunk Zangief tears away with that last roaring grunt, what's left behind sags, threatening to topple over entirely. Twisted, jagged metal flies Bison's way, the camera's jib arm flopping madly at near the business end of Zangief's makeshift javelin. The wrestler's body is briefly wreathed in seething chi that leaves him a hulking mass of darkness amidst jade brilliance until the energy recedes to leave a dull sheen against his muscles.
COMBATSYS: M. Bison dodges Zangief's Huge Thrown Object.
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Zangief 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 M. Bison
After the punch Bison just stands there with arm extended. He seems pleased with himself. Did he land the punch as well as he wanted to? Probably not, but with the Gigaton Blow any sort of connection is going to make a person rethink their approach when facing off against the boxer. "Hmph."
He straightens up and gives a 'come on' motion with one gloved hand. "Whatcha gonna do? Suplex me and shit all over again? Bring it!" And it is brought. Not in the form of the big Russian charging him, but a giant portion of metal coming his way instead. Instinct makes him want to punch it out of the air, but it seems his feet decide against it and instead he is quickly shuffling out of the way to where he narrowly avoids the mighty foreign object.
"Heh, yeah. What now? " He decides to move forward quickly and out of the ring. There is a fair amount of distance between the two, but Bison does his best to quickly close in and he brings about a mighty right hook looking to blast Zangief right in the jaw. "This is the only foreign object I need!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief fails to interrupt Heavy Punch from M. Bison with Bolshoi Russian Suplex.
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Zangief 0/-------/<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 M. Bison
Bravado sends Zangief lunging /into/ Bison's path with his arms spreading wide to capture the boxer at an opportune moment, but the hook comes out just when he's going low and reaching for the other man's waist. The emerald glow clinging to his body surges at the moment of impact; it's harmless for Bison, but whatever inner wellspring of energy Zangief is reaching for is the only thing that keeps the wrestler on his feet when the brutal force of Mike Bison's fist drives his head down and nearly doubles his entire body over.
Even then, he isn't 'standing' so much as 'crouching with kolbasa fingers balanced against the ground for support' while blood streams through his clenched teeth and gradually pools on the ground.
When someone has been boxing or fighting in general as long as Mike Bison you learn to take risks. Getting in close with a grappler like Zangief is always dangerous, but at the same time it isn't like he can throw punches from a distance. He isn't one of those lucky people that can shoot fireballs either. He does one thing pretty much and he does it well and right now he is finding a groove as he lands that punch.
He just grins some as he looks to keep up the pressure. He saw that one rocked Zangief hard and it seems maybe that Gigaton Blow had worn down the wrestler more than he wanted to let on. Bison smells blood and he is going into a punching frenzy.
He follows up that right hook with another another blow to the Russian's head. "I'm gonna scramble your brain like it was an egg from those old drug commercials! That'll be your brain on Bison!" He bellows.
COMBATSYS: Zangief just-defends M. Bison's Mix-Up Combo!
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Zangief 0/-------/<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 M. Bison
"HAH!" Zangief bellows in turn. It's a booming, boisterous, but ultimately genuine note of humor, a sign that - even in the midst of a battle for squared circle and Neo League supremacy - Zangief is capable of sharing more than blood and pain with his opponents.
That it's backed by the resounding *FWOOMP!* of a leather glove sliding into an iron palm and stopping /cold/ shades it with a certain degree of arrogance, of course, but the wrestler is /mostly/ sincere; he's even showing the boxer a mouthful of red-stained whites.
"Would be happy to help you keep children from drugs, Mister Bison, only I think--"
The lime corona flaring around - reinforcing - his battered body snaps back in, having exploded into a scintillating tower at the moment of impact. It sparkles around his limbs as he tries to jerk Bison into a knee to the gut, then flip him over his head to crash against - through - the blimp's enclosed boarding area, growing duller by the second.
"-- that I will be object lesson in value if clean-living, instead!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits M. Bison with Combo Throw.
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Zangief 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 M. Bison
Overconfident? More than likely. Bison felt like he had everything going his way and it only takes a few moments for Zangief to remind him that this is no simple wrestler he is taking on. If anything there are few who could argue being even close to being the master of the art like the big Russian.
His punch is stopped dead in its tracks and the boxer just has both a look of anger and confusion at first and it throws him off enough that Zangief gets his moment to strike and that knee slams hard into the gut of Bison causing the boxer to exhale sharply as he doubles over before getting hefted and thrown easily and flipped about where he goes crashing into a heap right into othe boarding area.
He is stunned only momentarily and he gets to his feet perhaps more quickly than Zangief has hoped. "That shit is overrated. Look at me! I enjoy all the fine things in life and I turned out just fine!" Many would argue that is not true at all and would more than likely be right. THey also probably wouldn't say it to Bison's face because they would probably be dealing with what Zangief is dealing with right now.
The boxer staggers forward and reaches upwards to grab Zangief by the head with both gloved hands and then jump upwards to give a big headbutt. He then stomps down hard on the foot of the wrestler before rearing back and unloading a bit hook punch to the cheek.
COMBATSYS: M. Bison successfully hits Zangief with Dirty Bull.
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Zangief 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 M. Bison
Indeed, Bison is active a beat or two before the wrestler would've liked, giving Zangief very little time at all to get his hands up before those gloves clamp around his skull.
The next thing he knows, he's wobbling back and forth on his feet while the roof tilts precariously around him. One of his eyes is swollen shut thanks to that latest punch, as is that jaw; his head as lumpy as the potatoes that made his post-bout refreshment and far bloodier.
Growling is as close as he gets to a retort. Growling and planting his feet for a moment before lunging -- /falling/, almost -- into a bearhug, after which point he'll let the growls fade down to steady snarling. The aura's getting dimmer, and whether or not Bison has the senses and knowledge to understand what that precisely means, the heavyweight fighter can likely recognize a man on his last legs just fine.
COMBATSYS: M. Bison Toughs Out Zangief's Medium Throw!
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Zangief 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 M. Bison
It isn't like Bison is in great shape himself, but the adrenaline is pumping and after his loss to Abigail he is fighting like a man possessed. With his expertise in boxing he is pretty good at defending himself, but he isn't even attempting to do so when Zangief comes at him and scoops him up.
He is squeezed, but perhaps not with the strength Zangief usually has. He is fading and with him so close Bison can only give a bit toothy grin through the pain of being squeezed. "Hnnnghghghghgh ENOUGH!"
He manages to break the grip and while they are close together he whips Zangief about in an attempt to get him off balance and he follows up with an uppercut. One more blow looking to slam into the jaw of Zangief in an attempt to finally knock the big Russian down for the count. "DENTAL APPOINTMENT!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief barely endures M. Bison's Dirty Shot.
-@- Dazing Hit! -@-
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Zangief 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 M. Bison
Without Bison to lean on, Zangief nearly topples-- only to be 'saved' by the last minute intervention of a rising fist to the face. The boxer throws the massive Russian into a stiff, upright position, where he lingers for a dazed second before stumbling, lurching forward--
-- hefting his arms out to either side with a great intake of air--
-- and /twirling/ in place. Each revolution is exponentially faster than the last and they're accompanied by stuttering steps forward after the first few as the Red Cyclone strains to wring out the last bit of strength his body can give him before he collapses.
Not even ten revolutions in, he's beginning to live up to his name by generating enough force to draw broken bits of wood and metal into the orbit of his spinning fists-- and Bison himself, if the boxer isn't able to hold his ground or escape the vortex entirely!
If he actually /makes/ it to ten, he won't go much further, falling forward onto his face once he's exhausted the last of his reserves.
COMBATSYS: Zangief can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Zangief's Cyclone Lariat.
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M. Bison 0/-------/=======|
His vision is a bit blurred and occasionally he sees two Zangiefs (a horrifying sight to many) moving about. He is taking a few deep breaths between the big knee to the gut and the bearhug from moments ago, but he is standing and Bison is looking in slightly better shape than his opponent.
"Heh.....had enough?" He asks only to get the response of a giant spinning Russian coming right at him. "Oh shit!"
He puts his big meaty arms up and the impact sends him skidding back several inches and he staggers back further to keep his footing. Even on his last legs Zangief packs quite a punch and a slip up could have cost Bison dearly, but as the Russian falls the boxer still stands.
He looks ready for this to be some sort of ploy, but it looks like Zangief is really out and it doesn't take long for Bison to boast. "Shit yeah! Rocky four all in this bitch! Sexual chocolate wins again!" he shouts and holds his arms up before wincing and one lowers to cradle his torso. He is hurting, but he also finds his mood improving after the loss to Abigail and the dealings with Jezebel. "The rest of you Neo League punks best watch out! I'm coming for you!"
COMBATSYS: M. Bison tumbles off the transport and clings for dear life.
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COMBATSYS: M. Bison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:39:49 06/02/2018 by Zangief, and last modified on 20:24:09 06/03/2018.