Match of the Millennium

Description: The Neo League finals are under way and one of the first quarter-final matchups involves the dangerous Mike Bison facing off against the cheerful boyscout Aaron with the winner looking to face either Sven or Fumiko. Can good conquer evil? Will Aaron keep all his ears!? <Winner: M. Bison>

[M. BISON]
Club Haddaway, a booming place this evening not only because of the local, but it is also host to one of the Neo League quarter-final matches taking place. The fight will be taking place outside, but one of the participants is already inside and perhaps celebrating a bit too early.

"...and when I am done I'll bang every single one of you." Boasts the boxer known as Mike Bison. The lovely ladies around him aren't there for his looks. That much is easy to tell, but the money he was throwing around as well as the drugs he has been offering have him well taken care of right now. He is knocking back a shot when an official from Neo League taps him on the shoulder which gets an annoyed look from the boxer. "Shit, already time."

There is probably relief from the ladies crowding him, but disappointment for the fact Bison is having to step away from them for the time being. It will be worth it in the end. He is taking a break from his duties as a member of Shadaloo in an attempt to run roughshod through the competition and claim himself victor of this season. A task that is easier said than done given some of the other paticipants.

"Okay lets get this over quick." he bellows while stepping out of the club and taking a look around. "Where is this Aaron guy so I can punch him in the face?" Such an eloquent fighter. While waiting he gives a bit of a stretch and cricks his neck in preparation.

[AARON]
With the melodic verse of the boxer several heads turned, but one hand was raised. The Eagle Scout Aaron Fang was there waiting for him, picking up trash people left on the beach. He waved to Bison, to let him know of his presence. He said "Yes, I am here!" with a cheerful voice and big happy grin.

He put down the bag of beachside litter, grabbed his bow, and started to walk towards to man. He put forward his right hand to shake, and gave a proper greeting.

"It's an honor to meet you Mr. Bison, and I also find it a pleasure face you."

[M. BISON]
"The hell?"

This is not what Bison expected. A rather chipper and cheerful type and he has a bow? The boxer just squints a bit thinking he has a joke playing on him as he looks around then back to Aaron. He looks at the offered hand. "Fool, I got gloves on. I can't shake worth shit. I am here to fight anyways." And did he really get called Mr. Bison?

"This is some joke right. Whatever. See if it is a pleasure when I eat your ear." That might be a joke......it probably isn't. Bison makes a motion as he sticks his head forward and a gloved hand rubs his jaw. "Okay let me see what you got. Make it count because after that it is a one way trip on the pain train."

COMBATSYS: M. Bison has started a fight here.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-------|

[AARON]
Aaron just kept smiling.

He gave a small nod a began to thank him. "Oh thank you so much for you kindness sir." still keeping that cheerful tone. He turned walked a few paces back, before turning again to face him.

He held up his bow, and took hold of the string. He carefully leveled it, and pulled it back, but with no arrow. Then a bit a white light seemed to form on his fingertips. A shimmering arrow appeared, and launched out towards the boxer.

COMBATSYS: Aaron has joined the fight here.

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

COMBATSYS: M. Bison endures Aaron's Arrow of Light.

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

[M. BISON]
Bison should be taking things more seriously, but it might be the mix of booze and cocaine that has him in a bit of a more giving mood than normal. That probably ends about the time that blast of energy erupts from the bow and slams Bison right in the face.

The impact sends him back a few steps, but it looks to do little, but perhaps sober him up a bit. "So some fancy shit. Here I was thinking it was going to be a real arrow. Well that is fine." It looks like Bison's moment of being in a giving mood is over because he hunkers down in his boxer's stance for a moment before erupting forward.

"All right! here we go! Welcome wagon incoming!" he bellows and surges forward. His right fist rearing back before he he throws it forward. There is nothing fancy about his punch, just a straight forward strike looking to plant his gloved hand right into the face of Aaron.

COMBATSYS: Aaron blocks M. Bison's Running Straight.

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

[AARON]
Aaron's thanks had returned a welcome. And his arrow had returned a glove to the face. He did react quickly, and put his bow between the fist and his face, so the high power fist was replaced with a slower fist with a chunk of ironwood in front of it.

He stumbled back a step, rubbing his face in pain. When he removed it, he was still smiling. Each one of his pearly whites weren't showing, but he was smiling. "Excellent punch sir! You must've worked hard to hit so hard!" he said, complementing his opponent on his athleticism.

Aaron in turn, followed his compliment by gripping his bow with both hands, and doing a full rotation. The eagle head shown a red hue, as it was driven towards Bison's side.

COMBATSYS: Aaron successfully hits M. Bison with Good Turn EX.
- Power hit! -

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

[M. BISON]
That punch slams hard more fully into the bow instead of the face. Something much to the disappointment of the boxer. Already that smiling face is getting on his nerves and well the way he is talking is almost making Mike feel like he is being taunted. "You kidding me? That all you got to say?"

It is something that might be working in Aaron's favor even if he isn't really trying to rile the boxer up intentionally. It has him distracted and that bow is twisted about and slammed into Bison's side. It elicits a grunt and only budges the boxer slightly. If anything it is more like Bison is a giant bull that is getting poked one too many times. His bloodshot eyes narrow once more as he gives a bit of a sneer.

"Goddamn I hate you happy go lucky types." He looks to show his annoyance as his gloved hands try to reach out and grab Aaron. He tries to keep the other fighter still long enough so he can deliver three big headbutts.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison knocks away Aaron with Head Bomber.

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

[AARON]
Bison grabbed Aaron.
Aaron couldn't get away.
The thing that had been terrifying Aaron for the past 5 hours came true.

Bison pummeled the Scout three times over, sending out little red splatters. The very last one spent the poor teenager tumbling across the sand, before he settled face down in a rapidly growing pool.

He remained there for a moment, his presence with the living was confirmed when his lifted his bow slightly. He began to pull himself, covered in blood and sand. He still had a grimace on his face, but it was clear he had fear in his eyes, fear that was only now showing.

He coughed out a mouthful of blood, and started to speak.

"I'm rather sorry about that Mr. Bison. I was just trying to be polite."

With that, he started brushing the sand off his hands. "I just didn't want to offend you." He gained a faint white glow. "You are one of the most famed fighters I've gone up against." He opened up his quiver. "I am just so honored to be in a match with someone so skilled." He leveled his bow, and started to shine with a bright white light, his blood giving off streaks of crimson.

"Would you forgive me Mr. Bison?"

COMBATSYS: Aaron takes aim.

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M. Bison         0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2            Aaron

[M. BISON]
It felt good to Bison. To feel his head smash into someone else. To inflict pain and in the end get paid doing it. Well that is if he wins it all and at this point Bison is very confident he can do that. Confidence is always something he has in abundance.

"Heh, apologizing after getting a ass kicking. What the hell wrong with you?" He asks and shakes his head. He just doesn't get it and probably never will. He refrains from saying much else because he catches that faint glow come from Aaron who seems to be readying another attack. "Oh hell no." Hard to tell if that is in response to the question Aaron asked or if what the boyscout seems to be preparing to do.

The boxer moves forward again to quickly close that distance. He looks to deliver a big straight then follow it up with an uppercut....and then another straight.....and one more uppercut after that. "Get that shit out of here!" he shouts as he twists and delivers one big hook punch.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison dazes Aaron with Crazy Buffalo!
- Power hit! -

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M. Bison         0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2            Aaron

[AARON]
Aaron's words fall on deaf, uneaten ears. Bison came in with a punch, then another one, and another, and another. The kindhearted scout was tossed through the air, before crashing down knees first.

When he opened his eyes, everything was cloudy. He couldn't see more than 3 feet in front of him, and couldn't feel nearly anything. He could hear however, and heard exactly where Bison was. Fumbling over an arrow that had fallen into the sand, he pulled it back, and feebly aimed it at where he suspected Bison was. He slowed his breath, waited for just the right time, and let it go.

The arrow left behind a bright red trail as it streamed into the murky unknown. Soon another followed it's path. Then another, and another, and another. Twelve arrows flew, each leaving a blood red tail. He collapsed into the sand, feeling nothing yet.

For a moment, Aaron swore he saw an elephant in the clouds.

COMBATSYS: Aaron can no longer fight.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: M. Bison auto-guards Aaron's Empowered Scout's Law.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-------|

[M. BISON]
Each punch lands solidly and that grin just gets bigger with each one. Bison laughs after he is done delivering his barrage and he holds up his arms. "This all you got? This kid made it to the quarterfinals? Shit, this is going to be easy." It is safe to say Bison doesn't realize Abigail is still lingering around or else maybe he wouldn't be so cocky.

Despite all the punishment Aaron isn't fully finished. Bison raises a brow when he sees movement. "You kidding me? Must be tougher than he looks." as he watches. Eyes narrow and soon he starts to see arrows coming his way.

That is when he just starts swinging. Each arrow comes right at him and his punches knock each one out of the air or deflect them away. Twelve arrows let loose and in moments not a single one seems to have connected. "Heh, go back to whatever teacher you had and ask for your money back. You got ripped off." He waits a few moments and sees Aaron isn't going to be firing any more arrows any time soon and he gives a shake of his head. "No where was I? Oh shit yeah."

He just grins as he turns about and heads back for the club. "Don't worry, ladies! Daddy is coming back and he has an eight ball!"

COMBATSYS: M. Bison has ended the fight here.

Log created on 17:48:45 09/12/2018 by M. Bison, and last modified on 22:19:47 09/12/2018.