Match of the Millennium

Description: Coming down to the Diamond Dragon Casino, Mike Bison has women, booze, and money money money. And all he needs to do is do a quick Neo League fight, before going back to the party. The problem? His opponent, Yoshimitsu, has marked him as a villain, and has decided to carry out righteous justice against him <Winner: Yoshimitsu>

[YOSHIMITSU]
Billed as the World's Most Dangerous Casino, the Diamond Dragon International Sports Casino is a huge open establishment deep in the heart of Hong Kong's entertainment district. While it has opened and closed a couple of times previously through the years due to legal troubles, the Diamond Dragon is a vision of opulence rivalling any spectacle in any other city, from Beijing to Metro City. Festooned in shades of gold and red and wrapped in shades of silk, the casino glows with radiance and neon light.

There are roughly six total areas around the Dragon. From the entrance lay the "gaming" tables and bars, where people can refresh themselves and play cards and the like for prizes, while to either side lay huge forests of pachinko and slot machines, whose electronic beeps and bloops fill the air at all times. At the front, and higher than either of the three gaming areas is the stage, where the Dragon puts on regular shows--usually of the classy big band affairs when there's no fights going on. Up top, there is a mezzanine deck wrapping around the entire run of the casino, where there are many party and private tables, presenting a flawless dining experience for those wishing to get away from the hustle and bustle downstairs.

However, dominating the huge and uninterrupted space is the Moneyrock. A massive bank of monitors attached to a motorized trunk set into tracks in the ceiling, the Moneyrock is a huge promotional machine, showing various animations across its manyfold spectacular-sized screens. Mostly ads, but every so often, a gambler (gamer) will hit a jackpot on a pachinko machine when the Moneyrock is directly overhead, causing a special Diamond Dragon Sky Fever mode that dumps countless prizes from above onto the heads of them and any other people in the vicinity lucky enough to be bombarded by prizes.

Obviously, there's no dealing in direct money here; money is exchanged for entertainment, and the games sometimes give prizes, which can then be traded away for cash in separate establishments set up elsewhere. The Diamond Dragon (when it's open) exists in a semi-dubious legal state due to the prolific gaming going on inside, but does a lot of its business via promoting, hosting (and definitely not betting on, wink wink) professional fighting nowadays, and much of its legal disclosures have it billed specifically as a fighting arena. A lot of it shows too--many of the (structural) fixtures in the Diamond Dragon are relatively sturdy, there are safety zones to keep bystanders clear of damage, and the building is not in any danger of falling apart due to errant explosions.

And it's here, that Yoshimitsu stands.

The current leader of the the Neo League and the Manji Clan stands fast. Garbed in an ornate armor of a western demon; horns portruding from his demonic-masked helmet, the crimson-armored samurai ninja stands fast with his cursed Yoshimitsu blade. Standing in the midst of the the fighting arena, he waits silently, but ready to fight in an instant. He had many opponents already. But M. Bison was different.

Bison was a villain.

[M. BISON]
As much as Bison loves a good fight the local has him thinking of other things. Money and bitches. Bitches and money. The casino is serving as a great distraction and it has taken the Neo League officials quite some time to get Bison herded on over towards the area designated for the fight to take place.

"Shit....I was just starting to have fun too." he says while lightly slamming his gloved hands together. Now he is just in a bad mood and when he is in a bad mood he wants to punch things. Punching things will improve that mood and hopefully when he is done he will go back to the card table and have some ladies to hit on.

"A ninja? Hah, at least this one ain't Spanish....or are ya? Shit, doesn't matter." He waves a hand a bit and it seems Yoshimitsu does well to be prepared because Bison isn't the type to care about getting the signal to fight from an official. Instead he just bumrushes the ninja.

The big man comes in with a quick jab to test out the defenses of the ninja before he goes with a quick straight to further press the attack and finally follow up with one big overhead smash. "Beep beep. Here comes the welcome wagon!"

COMBATSYS: M. Bison has started a fight here.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Yoshimitsu has joined the fight here.

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         M. Bison

COMBATSYS: Yoshimitsu blocks M. Bison's Under Impact.

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0         M. Bison

[YOSHIMITSU]
Yoshimitsu has just enough time to trace his blade in his other palm, when Bison comes rioting forward.

A dishonorable tactic, one that would only serve to burn in the heart of the ninja leader. As the jab comes, the ninja blocks it with his forearm, his sword arm raising up high. When the straight comes, he staggers backwards, seemingly knocked off balanced as his hand spins at the wrist. When the overhead smash comes? It only grazes the ninja's... feet.

As Yoshimitsu suddenly takes to the air.

The blow hammering hard, he doesn't quite take to the air well. Shaking hard side to side, he nevertheless hovers overhead. "Deplorable!" Yoshimitsu scolds, spinning through the air like an astray airplane. "You trade honor for greed, and you confuse your poverty for wealth, you buffoon!" Yoshimitsu's insults weren't exactly in line with his previous matches. But the ninja had a matter of principles. The other fights, they were for practice, for fun, for training, for testing one's meddle. This one?

This was a match for honor.

Swirling around like a top, the ninja suddenly slips through the air, emerald energy flowing over his feet. Descending down rapidly, he attempts to make a footstomp squarely on Bison's head. He might take the initial impact well, but the explosion of energy may be another story. Whether it hits or not, however? Yoshimitsu would flip off the impact point, pivoting away.

Daring the boxer to pursue.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison fails to interrupt Acrobatic Bliss from Yoshimitsu with Running Smash.

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0         M. Bison

[M. BISON]
He certainly doesn't seem intimidated at all. There are very few that do. Usually he is just too prideful and that is what costs him in the end. That is what cost him his match against Abigail. That is what almost cost him in the match in Zangief. Here? That remains to be seen.

He seems to be coming forward like a freight train and isn't looking to play it safe. Even when Yoshimitsu is coming downwards he looks to punch upwards. The problem is his punch doesn't hit, but that foot squarely plants where it was intended and it at least staggers him for a moment.

"Huh, that all you got? You better have more than that if you want to take down Mike Bison, fool!"

[YOSHIMITSU]
Even landing, Yoshimitsu looks a bit ginger.

Taunting on both ends. Where Mike Bison was drawing out the ire of the ninja, the ninja was in turn pulling at the ire of his opponent. Inspecting his other arm briefly, the devil-garbed ninja could see the sparks and crushed impact; the boxer hit -hard-. And yet, as he calls out to the ninja?

"You still your tongue, arrogant oaf!"

Yoshimitsu states with a burning conviction. "Your greed will be your end! I have seen the darkness in your soul! And I shall cast it out!" Emerald energy explodes over him, as he draws out his wakizashi, the smaller blade in his other hand. Dashing towards Bison, he surges with staggering speed, opening with a backhanded sword draw slash with the smaller blade. "Your black heart will be exposed before all your peers!" He bellows, as he spins fully into the backspin, striking with his primary sword. A second spin comes, almost nearly overexposing himself, as he rends into Bison. There was no playful toying now.

Yoshimitsu was dead serious at this man.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison auto-guards Yoshimitsu's Ganto.

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0         M. Bison

[M. BISON]
There is maybe two men Bison will listen to when told to shut up. Vega because he pays him well and Sagat depending on the mood of the Boxer. He certainly won't be listening to someone he just met. "Whatever. I'll say whatever the hell I want!"

There is also the deal that he has a big mouth, but he has skills often to back it up and that is why it is rare Bison finds himself being humbled. Abigail managed to do that and that humbling lasted all of a day or two before the victory over Zangief made Bison the gloating boar of a man that he is. He is also punching Yoshimitsu's swords.

His brow furrows and he follows the strikes and punches each blade in t he side to deflect him. "Pfft, not afraid of no swords of whatever. Being shanked just brings back memories of prison." he taunts and takes a deep breath. He starts to sway and his feet move. He does go silent, but that glint in the eye and the way he is moving about shows he is ready to unleash hell very soon.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison gathers his will.

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1         M. Bison

[YOSHIMITSU]
A relentless assault of blades, but not the one he had hoped.

As the final swipe comes, he was already spinning away, ready for the counter attack. A counter attack that does not come. As the boxer holds back, the ninja stares, glowering at him. Prison? He could see the future of this man in a reflection. And it saddened his heart. The arrogance of this brute was his downfall. And he would have to execute it. He draws away his smaller blade, as he points the katana at Bison. And he declares, stepping backwards.

"Your desires are a fool's errand."

"Money. Women. Fame. All are hollow fruit with rotten cores. This Casino is not a place of joy, but a desperate hold of an empty life of temptation. Release your hold on this physical realm, Mike Bison! And embrace the peace of nothingness. Allow me to show you." And Yoshimitsu takes a seat in the middle of the ring, not feeding the relentless motivation and momentum of the boxer. Was it taunting Bison? Was it helping him? Or was it something even more cunning? In any case, he crosses his legs, as he lays his blade across his lap. And there, he begins his chanting, as he draws the energy from his blade.

"Namu..." He begins, as he restrains his offense. "Namu..."

"... Namu..."

COMBATSYS: Yoshimitsu gathers his will.

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1         M. Bison

[M. BISON]
"Oh shit! You're that Numa Numa kid all grown up?!"

Being hit in the head a lot has probably made Bison's hearing not the greatest. "God I hated that song. And you were like all fat and annoying and shit. I mean good for you for getting skinny, but damn....now I want to punch you even more." As if he needed another reason to punch the ninja.

He goes in to strike once more. This time thinking he sees an opening when he surges forward. A big meaty hand encased in red glove comes right for Yoshimitsu's chin as he gives a giant uppercut meant to send the ninja right to the moon.

COMBATSYS: Yoshimitsu guards against M. Bison's Screw Smash.

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Yoshimitsu       1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1         M. Bison

[YOSHIMITSU]
"Namu.... Namu..."

"...Numa...."

"Wait?! Oh!"

The meditation breaks, as the ninja suddenly snaps out of his focus. And just in time, as Bison explains that he... hates... "Oh... Oh dear." Yoshimitsu says, disheartened. As the rage comes, he jolts in his sitting stance. Crossing his arms before him, he already was uncrossing his arms as the punch comes. He brings his arms before the punch.

And he catches it.

For the purposes, it -doesn't- hit his chin. Or where his chin would be. Yoshimitsu goes -straight- up, however. Rising up into a stand, he is knocked staggering into a stumble, his wrist guards on both arms crunched in even more. A fresh bolt of sparks erupts out, as oil oozes out. Green energy floods over his form, as his grips his gut with one of the crushed hands. "I... I am... Oooooh Namu!" He curses, as suddenly, boiling up from his mask, a green mist sputters out at Bison. A toxic, consuming mist, it would very likely disorientate the boxer even more. It might not be too unusual, however, as he could feel a familiar tingle of his nervous system.

Very similar to what Vega could muster.

COMBATSYS: Yoshimitsu successfully hits M. Bison with Poison Breath.

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Yoshimitsu       1/----===/=======|=======\=====--\1         M. Bison

[M. BISON]
He gets in close and that punch is stopped. There is a visible seething look too when that happens. How dare someone stop him from his fun afterall? Before he can say something about it that is when the strange poison mist starts to come from the ninja. Bison doesn't think of it at first, but then that strange feeling he can't think remember too many people using.

It makes him think of Vega and instills a quick bit of panic. One that seems him look to step away quickly, but not quickly enough from the attack. He coughs and waves his hands around. "Shit shit shit...." he says though a coughing fit and he sways a bit. He does his best to fight off the bit of lethargic feeling running through him and he tries to focus. "Must....punch....out." he mumbles and throws a quick right cross.

COMBATSYS: Yoshimitsu counters Cross Punch from M. Bison with Supreme Soul Stealer ES.

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Yoshimitsu       1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2         M. Bison

[YOSHIMITSU]
It was skill versus power.

The deft technique of Yoshimitsu was picking, picking, picking at the boxer. The moment of panic slows down the boxer, and the ninja has his opening. Pressing in, he raises up his blade. The staggering right cross, coming out with surpising speed and power, draws out a burst of a reaction from the ninja. Raising up the blade, he positions it to catch the punch between the blade and his crunched arm. "You cannot punch from who you are, Mike Bison.

And the blade -explodes- with energy.

Catching the punch hard, the flash of energy comes to stop Bison cold. "I have seen the dark mark upon your soul, that my cursed blade hungers for!" The assault would come with a swift follow up cut, exploiting the moment of stunning. And Yoshimitsu would once again be pushing away, once again repositioning, once again luring Bison towards him, all with the declaration.

"You must be purified!"

[M. BISON]
He was staggered and Yoshimitsu is skilled enough to know to capitalize on it. That punch still has zest behind it, but it is more than easily defended against and before Bison knows it he is being blown through the air from the explosion that sends him upwards ad crashing into several slot machines. Go figure one rings jackbot and the coins start to flow. This only adds to the chaos.

Bison is still moving and he can still hear what is being said. Perhaps Yoshimitsu should have chose his words wisely because some things are going to be misunderstood. "What kind of racist BS is that!? You are a nazi ninja or shit?"

He comes forward looking to cuff Yoshimitsu on both sides of the head to throw him off balance before going for some ear punches. Well at least where he thinks Yoshimitsu's ears are at the moment. "Get that racist shit out of here!" He bellows and looks to land one more blow. A mighty right hook to the face of the ninja

COMBATSYS: M. Bison successfully hits Yoshimitsu with Horn Breaker.

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Yoshimitsu       1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>----\1         M. Bison

[YOSHIMITSU]
Racist?

"Racism is the shelter of the fallen!" The ninja declares. Though there is no time to post that on 4chan or reddit, as Bison -slugs- the hell for the helmet. The ninja tries to dodge, but only gets his head rung like a bell for the effort. Stunned and rattled, he gives a pained sigh. "If that is the case, then... I must give the ultimate offering." Yoshimitsu was turning around, lurching hard on the impact as he brings his back to the boxer. He draws his katana back, lining himself up just right.

And he impales himself with the blade.

Whether or not the first blood pierces to Bison, it would not matter. Yoshimitsu would begin to spin and spin, whirling five entire times as the soul energy floods the blade. Trying to tear into Bison, trying to sunder into him with incredible power. He would rip and tear, sever and slice as the whirling dervish would come with incredible power. He would flay Mike Bison's very soul as well as his body, with his self-sacrificing assault.

until after the final spin, where he would collapse on the ground.
%Alive.

But just barely conscious.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison auto-guards Yoshimitsu's Manji Blood Dance.

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/----===|>>>>>>>\>>>----\1         M. Bison

[M. BISON]
Sometimes all he needs is one opening and just that small moment Yoshimitsu let his guard down and paid for it. He soon realizes stopping some of Bison's previous punches were a godsend because now that he is getting pummeled he knows just how dangerous the boxer can be.

"Heh. I'm going to eat you alive then get back to my gambling. Hey what are you?" Bison isn't sure what exactly Yoshimitsu was planning, but by pure luck he steps back enough that he too isn't impaled by the blade. "The fuck is wrong with you!" Bison likes punching things, but he doesn't punch himself......intentionally at least.

For all the flash and such it looks like Yoshimitsu is able to even graze Bison and in fact the boxer seems to wait for the exact moment where Yoshimitsu comes to a stop mostly so he can stomp on the ninja's foot. "Hold still you weirdo!"

He grabs the ninja by the head as best he can and gives a headbutt before rearing back and unleashing another big hook into the side of Yoshimitsu's head. "GRAAAAAH!"

COMBATSYS: Yoshimitsu just-defends M. Bison's Dirty Bull!

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0         M. Bison

[YOSHIMITSU]
Was this the end of Yoshimitsu?

Dazed and drained, he lays there, his relentless assault coming down, as suddenly, before he could fall, the boxer -stomps- on his foot, stopping him cold. Already, he snaps out his blade from his body, it spinning instinctively. As Bison grabs up Yoshimitsu by his head, to give him a massive headbutt? It connects, and-

The head pops off.

There is a whistling sound, like a balloon. The helmet, shooting upwards to the sky, is joined by the rest of Yoshimitsu... minus the foot, which still hangs in place under Bison's own foot. The body suddenly launches up into the air like a rocket. Like if he was weightless, the ninja floats high up in the air, carried by the momentum of the lifting, leaving Bison down below. Up and up, he spins and vaults like an acrobat. At the apex, nearly upon the ceiling, the body connects with the head, locking in place. Was... did Bison get another head injury? he draws up his blade, spinning it for only a moment. And then, bringing it before him, sword sticking straight up, he goes into a lotus position. Falling downwards, wreathed in verdant energy, he spins as he comes crashing down into an aggressive seating, attempting to -smash- Bison upon his head once again with a full metal sit. "This is what I do!" Yoshimitsu cries defiantly.

"I sit on you!"

COMBATSYS: M. Bison endures Yoshimitsu's Dramura Drop.

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0         M. Bison

[M. BISON]
A head injury? Probably. Then again it isn't like Bison hasn't seen some weird shit in his lifetime given he works for Shadaloo. A headless ninja is still up there in the weird shit-o-meter though. "You gotta be kidding me."

Then he gets sat on. LIke the ninja just comes fully down on the head of the boxer and surprisingly he isn't grounded by the impact. He just stands there both a bit dazed and not fully realizing what just happened to him. Then he realizes he has a ninja on his head. He is not happy.

He sort of flails about and in doing so looks to just punch Yoshimitsu right off the top of his head. "I ain't a goddamn bird's nest!"

COMBATSYS: Yoshimitsu blocks M. Bison's Body Blow.

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0         M. Bison

[YOSHIMITSU]
Yoshimitsu sits upon Bison's head.

"... Numa... Numa... Yae?"

The ninja mutters, as the man flails. Bringing his sword up, he manages to block the first flail deftly with his sword, deflecting it neatly. The second? Knocks him clean off. Landing in a lotus position, he keeps his sword up, pulling it deftly as he stares across at the other man, eyes burning behind his mask. His arms were almost completely destroyed now; the armor could barely even move. And yet, the moment he connects with the ground, he was instantly back up. Sword high in the air, he surges with emerald energy, as he attempts to hop into the air, and -sever- with a slicing slash, aiming right between Bison's eyes. Was it a coup de grace?

Or was he using the flat of his blade...?

COMBATSYS: M. Bison interrupts Indian Stance Storm from Yoshimitsu with Buffalo Head.

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Yoshimitsu       1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1         M. Bison

[M. BISON]
The loss of weight on his head can be felt and the boxer is far from graceful as he twirls about and stumbles some to regain his stance. "Man you are just trying to make a mockery of me. You should know something!"

He sees that blade raised high and then come downwards. He doesn't even flinch as he looks to step forward and he leans a bit to where it comes down hard on his shoulder instead. "BISON.....DON'T...." he drives his head right into Yoshimitsu's face with as much force as he can muster. "PLAY THAT!"

He staggers back afterwards. He looks to be on rubber legs, but he hasn't gone down for the count just yet. "Shit, why are there two of you now?"

[YOSHIMITSU]
Well done.

For anybody else, Yoshimitsu would make the cry. As the desperate headbutt comes, the mask caves in, crushing on impact. Yoshimitsu gasps, as he falls to the ground once more. Lying upon the ground, he is stunned. A crushed can, his crimson armor distorted, his hell mask unrecognizable. Slowly, he rises up into a seated position, kneeling before Bison. "The darkness in your soul is too much to bear. I cannot face this alone. I have only one recourse." Bringing his blade before him, he lines it up with his stomach.

And Yoshimitsu carves open his abdomen.

There is a release of emerald energy, as the soul energy flows. "Aaaaah..." He coos. "The ancestors answer the call." Energy floods around him, as blood, true blood, pours out from the exposed abdomen. And yet, it is not his blood? He draws the sword back, and drives it all the way through, deep through the spin. Was he killing himself yet again before Bison? Another suicide attack?

It was.

Yoshimitsu suddenly warps, teleporting in a flurry of crimson, bloodstained energy. Cursed energy explodes from him as he flips through the air, his body ragdolling as it tears at Bison. A desperate attack, a noble one. But as the flash of teleporting ninjas unleashes three more slices with the embedded blade, he finally rips it free, to unleashing a finishing coup de grace. Standing, on weakened legs. "The ancestors know, Mike Bison."

"They taste your master's power."

COMBATSYS: Yoshimitsu prepares to take his last stand against M. Bison!

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1         M. Bison

COMBATSYS: M. Bison fails to interrupt Manji Blood Star from Yoshimitsu with Crazy Buffalo.

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COMBATSYS: M. Bison can no longer fight.

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Yoshimitsu       0/-------/------=|

[M. BISON]
Bison at this point really can't hear what is being said. He is punch drunk and all he knows is he sees two Yoshimitsu's coming at him. Then there is the impact and pain. "Hnnnnng....."

His words a bit garbled as finally it looks like the boxer is down for good. His last words as he falls over. "My miiiiight funny!"

[YOSHIMITSU]
Yoshimitsu draws his barely intact hand across the blade of his sword, as Bison falls over.

"The ancestors are satisified, but not appeased." The ninja leader states firmly, sweeping his arms in dramatic flourish. "For the stem of your wickedness lies with your might funny, yes. But the root of your evil is much more sinister. I will find that darkness, and quell it, before it is too late. Until then... farewell, Mike Bison!" RAnd Yoshimitsu turns to walk out of the arena.

He pauses a moment.

"Fight money. I meant fight money!"

COMBATSYS: Yoshimitsu has ended the fight here.

Log created on 13:03:22 06/12/2018 by Yoshimitsu, and last modified on 17:08:32 06/12/2018.