Match of the Millennium

Description: Decapre was captured and was being transported across the Pacific under the watchful eye of Potemkin. What wasn't expected was the destructive force that is Mike Bison showing up to create a distraction in an attempt to free the captured Doll. Potemkin finds his hands full now. A win would score another new captive while a loss would see both the boxer and Decapre would get away.

[M. BISON]
Late night on the Pacific Ocean a ship sails across the waters. On it was a prisoner of great interest, the doll simply known as Decapre. That meant all sorts of measures were taken to make sure she would be watched over and chances of escape would be slim to none. So far it seems to have worked. If anything Decapre has just been silent and has been sitting pretty much in the same spot the entire time.

It is the fact she hasn't tried anything that has some of the crew unsettled. They just feel this is the calm before the storm and they want to just get to their destination as fast as they can, get rid of the dangerous doll and be on their way. Others wish she was being transported some other way. The intent was a boat might fly under the radar better, but it is one of the slower options and that has paranoia rising.

It is dark out when the radar starts to pick up a blip. A faint one at first that is starting to approach at increasing speed. "Captain! We can't tell what it is! We are about to be hit!" Shouts one of the crew before the boat is rocked by a powerful impact.

In this odd case a torpedo would have been the better option. In this case instead it is a weaponized boxer known as Mike Bison bursting through the side of the ship with a mighty punch. "Fucking Kool Aid!" he shouts out. "Yo, Decapre! Where the hell did you get your ass thrown in? Rescue party is here!"

[POTEMKIN]
It's not often that Zepp deigns to get involved in the affairs of the 'lower world' since it's revolution and entry into world affairs only to isolate itself to work on rebuilding its internal structure. Occasionally, however, it reaches out or is reached out to when other nations are less accomodating or seen as compromised by the issues that have laid low the United Nations or that keep The NOL from being completely trusted as a world wide entity. Either way, they are involved here - with the possiblity of missing Zepp Chi-Tek weapons and revolutionists possibly seeking refuge and contact with the criminal underworld.. it's good to have allies with the likes of Interpol. And as such the Prateorian Elite Guard, Potemkin, finds himself somewhere he'd simply rather not be. The middle of the ocean escorting a dangerous prisoner.

As far as he's concerned, it's a miracle that they've made it -this- far without incident. But as the ship rocks violently and crew members are toppled to the floor on the various decks, the immense soldier just sighs, maintaiing his balance with the swaying force of the impact. It was only a matter of time.

"That was nto a torpedo." he confirms well before the instruments and readouts state their agreement. When the alarms of an intruder alert begin to blare he turns and steps out of the massive cargo room he had been waiting in. "Potemkin deploying." he rumbles over the radio, "Have them station double the security around Decapre's cell. I am moving to intercept."

The ship shakes and lurches under his footfalls as he makes his way down the halls in the direction of shouts, gunfire and the sound of bodies being flung around. Just follow the sound of violence, basically.

[M. BISON]
It is the perfect distraction really. The security is rushing to make sure Decapre is secured, but Bison's distraction seems just the right moment for her to move as well. Potemkin is one of the few with a calm head right now as people are scrambling and the violence is escalating. Some trying to deal with a Decapre on the move and the rest dealing with a man with almost inhuman strength.

Potemkin approaches the latter and he soon finds a few men going flying past him. Limp bodies broken by powerful punches and some possibly even dead. The men are in such a panic many are just looking to flee instead of being the next one on the recieving end of one of the boxer's blows. Are the bullets even doing anything? are they in such a panic are they even hitting Bison?

"Hah? This it? I was hoping for some sort of challenge." He then turns about around the same time Potemkin is coming into view. He has a bit of a cocky grin and he looks to the larger man and cricks his neck. "Oh shit. A ship inside a ship. That is some Ludacris level shit right there. You just for show or you have some skill?"

[POTEMKIN]
Hmm..Decapre is loose? He was afraid of this. Under manned and alone on the sea, it will fall to Potemkin to set these matters right. It will be to long for Zepp reinforcements to arrive. His eyes narrow slightly at Bison's taunts, their glowing white gaze managing to seem withering despite the fact that he lacks visible pupils. However, he seems to be destined to play the straight man to Bison's antics here as he yields no creative response and instead squares his shoulders and straightens up.

He then suddenly slams his gauntleted hands together, producing a sudden shockwave that warps the deck and walls around the giant. His muscles swell, visibly pushing out against his Zeppian uniform like massive cargo crates moving under his skin to the point that his suit seems practically skin tight around him and on the verge of ripping apart. A display of nearly three thousand lbs of muscle, flexing while steam vents from the Chi-Tek armaments.

"Do I -look- like I have some skills?" he rumbles and then intones into his communicator "Code 4595605381, Potemkin, moving to subdue the intruder! Do not let Decapre escape!"

COMBATSYS: Potemkin has started a fight here.

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Potemkin         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: M. Bison has joined the fight here.

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

[M. BISON]
It might come down to the fact one might escape in order to capture the other. Or depending on how bad it is Potemkin could be facing the reality that he will come away empty handed. He can only hope the men deployed to try and stop Decapre can stop or slow her down while he deals with the more dangerous threat.

Bison tilts his head then those hands slam together and that shockwave is felt. The boat rocks and Bison stumbles a bit, but doesn't tumble over. He regains his footing instead and just gives a bit, ugly smile in response. "Oh good. So not all show. Or at least you seem that way. Only one way to find out!"

Bison quickly dashes forward and shows no fear at being outsized. Afterall this is a guy that just punched through the hull of a ship. How scary can a guy be no matter how big he is? Bison might find out and his overconfidence might be his undoing again, but for now he is surging forward and then stops right infront of Potemkin before giving a quick jab to to the chest. "TESTING!"

COMBATSYS: M. Bison successfully hits Potemkin with Light Punch.

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

[POTEMKIN]
As far as Potemkin is concerned .. -somebody- 'bought to get captured. Now if Decapre escapes, so be it. But Bison isn't walking away if Potemkin has his way..and if he can put Bison down fast enough then it's on to Decapre but somebody is going to jail and at his point he doesn't care who.

His ire seems to manifest itself as a show of immense fortitude as when Bison's fist slams into him, a blow that would have one shot any of these soldiers running around, doesn't even move the giant backwards and instead just sends a rippling wave of force across the expanse of his giant torso and then back out the other side. Potemkin barely blinks..and then he acts. A massive hand lunges forward and reaches out to grasp for Bison by the outstretched arm and if successful, Potemkin spins, turning about as much as his massive width will allow him, to try and throw Bison into and through the walls heading deeper into the ships interior and ideally more room for manuevering in one of the cargo holds.

COMBATSYS: Potemkin successfully hits M. Bison with Hammer Smash.

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

[M. BISON]
This was pretty much the closest Bison can do when it comes to holding back. Even then it was less holding back and just using one of his more tame punches to test out Potemkin. The results make Bison kind of make the 'not bad' face for a few moments before he gets grabbed. "Hey not on the first da-"

He gets turned about and then he tossed forward and through a wall....two walls. What matters is he goes flying further into the ship and causing more destruction. In this case at least making holes in the inner walls aren't going to make the ship take on more water.

He lands there on his frontside and pushes up off the ground to get back onto his feat. "Oh hell yeah!' That is what I am talking about." He turns back about and looks for where potemkin is. He locks on and he goes right for the big man once more and he throws a fist forward as he gets in close and this time puts more mustard on the strike as he looks to slam it right into the chest of Potemkin once more.

COMBATSYS: Potemkin endures M. Bison's Running Straight.
-@- Dazing Hit! -@-

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

[POTEMKIN]
The ship lurches violently as Potemkin leaps forward, lunging after Bison and ripping a semi truck cab sized hole through two walls before descending down a deck to land in just infront of the incoming Bison.

He's barely a moment to correct his stance and turn the tonnage fo his torso fully into the blast - but it's not enough time to truly ground himself and Bison's inhuman strength comes rippling forth into him and sending a shock of disorientating force that actually sends him staggering backwards a few shuddering steps.

But he's nto done yet. A fist the size of a compact car clenches, creaking and warping the gauntlet around it before it suddenly lunges forward in a blur of movement as Potemkin himself returns the favor and leaps violently at Bison with a strike that seems to push a shockwave infront o fit. The fist is so big that unlike Bison who is targetting points of Potemkin's body.. Potemkin's impact zone is..basically everywhere, should the blow land.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison Toughs Out Potemkin's Mega Fist!

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

[M. BISON]
"Tch, not bad. Still gonna knock your lights out." Despite the fact he is the smaller of the two he certainly has the bigger mouth. Sadly he does not have the bigger fist and really when Potemkin comes hurtling forward like there there are two options. Curl up and cry or try and take it like a man. "Oh you want some of this!?"

He doesn't move and if anything he holds his arms wide right as that fist slams hard into him. HIs eyes go wide and bulge a bit and the impact sends violent shaking waves through his body while he is pushed back several steps, but somehow he still stands and he is managing to shake off the effects pretty well. "Yeah, son! You got all that fancy shit, but you gotta do better than that."

A bluff? Hard to tell. For now he is at least backing up his words and he is more than fine getting in close and personal with Potemkin. Those gloved hands reach out to try and pull the bigger man in close so Bison can give a big uppercut right to the gut of Potemkin before attempting to follow it up by bringing his other fist up high and down on top of Potemkin's head if the first one manages to double the man over.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison successfully hits Potemkin with Dirty Bomber.

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

[POTEMKIN]
The force of the blows is signifigant to say the least. Potemkin indeed doubles over from the uppercut to his gut and the shockwave that ripples forth sends him right into the proverbial arms of Bison's follow up attack which staggers the giant fiercly and sends him teetering like some monster sequioa trying to stay upright.

Unacceptable.

"Hrgh. You talk -far- to much." he finally snaps out. Potemkin is not without limits to his patience and Bison has just about reached it with his mouthing off. Either way, the goliath sees the need to try and reset this little contest back to more even ground and he lunges a massive palm overhead to try and literally slam it overtop BIson and flaten the boxer to the ground, huge imprintof his palm around the shadoloo boss to be included. He follows this up with a downward axe handle like strike from his other hand, looking to further plunge his fist into the the body of the boxer.

"IF it is escalation you want, then I will oblige!"

COMBATSYS: M. Bison interrupts Grasp And Pound from Potemkin with Gigaton Blow+.

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

[M. BISON]
"Talk too much? Shit, I am just trying to make this entertaining. Are you all bulk and nothing else?" The downside to dealing with Bison is the talking only gets worse the more cocky he is feeling. A start contrast when dealing with the likes of Athena who was much smaller and yet found a way to make Bison look like a complete fool when he failed to capture her. In fact his failure there might be why he was tasked with rescuing Decapre and risking capture himself. Sink or swim is the name of the game here.

"Escalation?" He might know what that word means. Maybe he just likes to repeat it because that ugly mug of his gives a wide smile when Potemkin brings his arm up high. Bison sees an opening and he strikes quickly before Potemkin can even try and stop him.

There was always one punch that gave Mike Bison the reputation he has these days. The one that killed a man in the ring. Hell, a punch that killed an elephant with ease. Potemkin is soon finding himself on the recieving end of that punch as Bison dashes in and brings his fist forward. It is a good thing Potemkin is sturdy because instead of possibly having his bones liquified by the impact there is more a cracking sound as he slams his fist hard into the sternum of the bigger man with enough force to send him right through a nearby wall.

"How is that for escalation? Hope you like the one way ticket on the pain train." Bison says before kissing his glove.

[POTEMKIN]
Potemkin's eyes bulge wildly at that, becoming practically saucer like..like two glowing headlights in the depths of his helmet. The force of the blow rips a roaring force wave through the behemoth and beyond him, shredding up reinforced metal, ripping away the deck and causing the ship to lurch wildly from the tornado like blast that spirals out like the explosion of multiple bombs.

There is a pause as thousands of pounds that is Potemkin's body lurches, struggles and then manages to hold its ground without being blasted away by the force of the blow. The wall caves in around him and the ship wobbles, nearly pushed to its side. But he's not knocked down and certainly not knocked out. Not completely.

Instead teh behemoth drops down to one bended knee, winded. His uniform ripped and tattered from the blast and shockwaves, exposing the brown, muscled and veined skin of the man beneath the uniform. That one did a number on him.

But it's not enough. Potemkin rises and then begins plodding forward through the ruined wall, crushing his way past it like some sort of juggernaut. Already recovering well enough to fight though he shows the battered impact of the assault.

"And now, you have made me very angry." he says solemnly.

He then suddenly lurches forward blasting across the distance towards BIson with a swinging uppercut intending on slamming into and knocking Bison skyward..and if it strikes, is followed by POtemkin lunging up into the air after him for a whirling twisting grab that whips up a tornado of chi and wind that sends debris, cargo crates, support beams and more wrenched upwards and whirling around the giant--

COMBATSYS: Potemkin knocks away M. Bison with #Infernal Tour#.
- Power hit! -

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

Bison in tow, Potemkin finishes his upward ascent which takes both bruiser through the very top deck of the ship - and then back down again where they plummet into the hold they were battling in. It is Potemkin's -own- restraint that keeps the ship itself from buckling in half as following the impact, a double fisted blow slams into Bison, further sending him into the ships depths and further compromising the interior from the force of the strike.

"Hmm..I thought I held back there.." Potemkin muses as he considers the collateral damage.

[M. BISON]
"Oh angry huh? About time you got serious about this shit." Bison can't really taunt after that because before he knows it Potemkin has quickly closed the distance between the two and a big fist smashes into the jaw of the boxer. Tough as he may be there is the sound of bones breaking and him going upwards from the impact where he soon gets taken for a ride that sees him slammed about the ship and upwards through the deck before Potemkin twists things around and sends Bison back down through the deck and into the depths of the ship.

The ship has seen better days at this point and it is taking on quite a bit of water. Amid all the chaos Decapre is still on the loose as well and the crew are frantic as they try to keep the ship afloat, but it probably isn't long before they start to go for the lifeboats. Bison lays in a heap after cratering into hull and almost bursting right through it to make another big hole in the ship. A battered mess that somehow manages to start getting to his feet.

"Heh heh...." His face is swollen up and he reaches up to adjust his jaw with a gloved hand. "Good stuff. You aren't all just show then." He squints some to try and focus on the big man. It is probably a good thing Potemkin is so big. Even with his vision being impaired Bison can make him out....he thinks. He lurches forward and goes for a low uppercut. One ment to drive right into the stomach of the bigger fighter and knock the wind out of him. "But I ain't done yet!"

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

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

[POTEMKIN]
Sounds of chaos rush through Potemkin's helm as his radio feeds information to him on the various circumstances on the ship. Decapre is loose. The ship's integrity is compromised and he is still distracted by this brute that, if left alone, would surely sink the ship himself. Not that Potemkin isn't helping him accomplish this. The damage is regretable but seems unavoidable with the force of the blows these two meat-walls are throwing out at one another. A battle of these types in an enclosed space is just going to end in a disaster one way or another.

Speaking of meat walls. The blow slams right into Potemkin's midsection as the behemoth presses forward like some slowly rolling freight train. The boom resounds and shakes the chambers even further. Potemkin doesn't even blink. He gives no reaction whatsoever, does not yield and otherwise simply walks into the blow as if it were but a feather and not force capable of blasting open the walls of reinforced steel. His physique has enlarged even more, shredding through the damage done to his restraints and uniform as his limiters are partially de-activated.

"We are not in the same league. You are a criminal thug. I'm an elite soldier of Zepp!" Apparently this is his version of mouthing off. He needs lessons from M. Bison on how to sound more intimidating..

Normally he prefers to let his strength do the talking for him. Both of his fists come surging forward at Bison, thundering at him like a pair of battering rams.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Potemkin's Hammerblow.

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

[M. BISON]
There was a small hope with his jaw busted so badly that Bison would refrain from trash talking further. It also seems the only way to really get him to stop talking is to probably subdue him. A task easier said than done, but Potemkin is coming close given how bad off the boxer is looking. "If you're so elite why the hell are you having problems with a 'criminal thug' like me?"

He brings his arms up as those big meaty fists come forward. The impact still sends him skidding back, but he seems to have absorbed the blow rather well. He's starting to slow down, but he keeps coming for the time being. "Besides Vega got what he wanted. His bitch is free and even if you somehow down me how the hell are you going to keep me in check?"

Given the ship is starting to sink that is a pretty valid question. Bison on one of the lifeboats probably isn't going to be a great idea, but that is a worry for Potemkin when and if he can even take down the boxer. A boxer which is coming straight at him once more.

Those gloved hands reach out to try and grab Potemkin by the head and pull him forward and down before releasing him and going for one big gut punch again before following it up with clapping his gloved fists against the side's of Potemkin's head at about ear level before rearing back and looking to deliver one final hook punch right in the face.

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

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

[POTEMKIN]
He may be masterful at no-selling attacks but the truth is, Potemkin is rather worn down as well. His current levels of energy are doing a good job of blunting the impacts and hiding the visible damage from Bison but he won't be able to keep this up perpetually..and with the ship beginning to sink, he indeed needs to end this swiftly or risk losing everything.

Bison's taunts also hit home as well and he acknowledges, "Hmm..indeed.. No simple thug after all - but if Decapre escaped you may do as a replacement. I'll figure the logistics after I've taken you down!"

Of course then comes Bison's blow. It slams into Potemkin with more of that ludicrous building foundation shaking force, but Potemkin barely slides backwards - absorbing the brunt of the force into him and delaying its effects long enough to reach forward for Bison in a gambit of a move.

"Potemkin Buster!!" he thunders before attempting to seize the massive boxer, and leap the full length of the cargo hold with him and then bear him back down in a full on back breaker while his fists flame and glow with a massive discharge of burning chi.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison interrupts Potemkin Buster from Potemkin with Screw Smash.
- Power hit! -
-@- Dazing Hit! -@-

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

[M. BISON]
"Heh, good luck with that. Not to mention if you think I am bad imagine what might be sent to free me if I am captured if I am the result of you catching one of Vega's dolls." Possibly a lie there. Bison probably isn't exactly Vega's favorite person right now given he botched the Athena kidnapping, but Potemkin doesn't have to know that. "Hell, boss himself might show up!"

He manages a laugh. At least a brief one because soon he is grabbed by Potemkin and he is hefted upwards. It isn't the best grip that the bigger man gets though and Bison is wiggling almost free which leads to him getting slammed down perhaps the way Potemkin would have liked. There is still a nice cracking noise, but Bison should also not be grinning like he is.

"Gotcha!" he bellows and he brings a fist around while moving to get both feet under him again. Another powerful blow as he delivers a big uppercut that slams into Potemkin's jaw with all his might. "Should ran away with all your friends!"

[POTEMKIN]
"..I don't like this man.." grumbles Potemkin to himself as he rolls back up to a crouched position out of a pile of crates and shorn metal support beams. "Very, very, annoying.."

The status reports regarding Decapre isn't sounding good either. It seems like Bison isn't all taunts and mouth where this is concerned and Potemkin's inability to put him down quickly means that the odds of recapturing Decapre are rapidly diminishing with each passing heartbeat. Not to mention that last blow has him seeing stars and unable to properly gauge just what is going on around him, let alone the flood of information he is getting over his com. He ends up simply grunting.

Wordlessly he braces himself and then comes dashing across the floor, rushing at Bison with a thunderous dash that sends both of his huge arms whipping around with his fists trying to crush the boxer between them just as he ends the forward momentum.

COMBATSYS: Potemkin can no longer fight.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Potemkin's Hammer Fall.

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[M. BISON]
Battered, bruised, and bloody. Yet Bison still stands and managing something of a smirk. It is hard to tell what exact expression he is making given how much abuse he has taken. He just gives a 'bring it' motion towards Potemkin and the big man obliges by surging forward.

Those arms whip about and he goes to smash Bison between them, but the boxer steps back and raises his arms to catch the blow and he seems to find the strength to keep them from outright crushing him like Potemkin intended. The boxer stumbles back and he just hehs a bit as he gives a shake of his head. He is finding it hard to stand, but the adrenaline of a good fight is keeping him standing. "Let that be a lesson, punk."

It is moments later Decapre lands silently behind him and he looks over his shoulder. "Heh, took your time. What do you think? Vega want this big boy?" He then frowns as he looks back to Potemkin. "Actually, fuck that. I am not hauling his large ass about. Come on. This ship is going down faster than Balrog's mother. Boat ain't too far off. Hopefully everyone is in too much of a panic to notice it."

With that both he and the doll look to escape through the hole Bison created earlier. There are two splashes heard and it seems the two will get away while water continues to fill the boat.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison tumbles off the transport and clings for dear life.

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M. Bison         0/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: M. Bison has ended the fight here.


[POTEMKIN]
Yes he over extended himself there. A case where being dazed so much meant he didn't even have a good grasp of his own condition. Potemkin tumbles forward, silently except for the sound and force of his impact as he thunders down to a knee. He doesn't even manage to huff out a labored 'You won't get away with this!' - He's just simply done and doing his best to try and recover since he will need to find a way of escape as well. Beyond that it's all over.

Log created on 21:14:04 08/28/2018 by M. Bison, and last modified on 09:40:08 09/04/2018.