Match of the Millennium

Description: One side of the brack featured Aranha moving on to the finals without having to fight. The other side was what looked like a one sided affair that featured the notorious Mike Bison facing off against relative newcomer Fumiko. The former was going in overconfident while the latter looked to prove she is never to be underestimated again. (Winner: Mike Bison)

[FUMIKO]
Bright lights, big city. A world removed from the placid temple where Fumiko Abe managed to defeat Sven Maesters. Here, under the lights of neon sign, and the bright lights of the Neo -League camera crews, Fumiko Abe kneels off to the side, her swords placed in front of her. She rubs gel into the palms of her fingerless gloves, rubbing them together roughly and checking their grip.

She does this to clear her mind. To find a place of calm and a rock of ritualistic dignity in the face of the coming conflict. She knows she is against a powerful opponent. A former champion boxer. A dangerous man and a brute, but still her opponent all the same. This is this man's home, a place where he is well suited.

For the first time in her travels, Fumiko Abe feels like an invader in a strange land. And it upsets her.

Gloves finished, she rises to her feet and belts her swords around her waist. She turns and signals her readiness to the cameraman and fight promoter. This part has become familiar to performance. Fumiko accepts it as part of the ritual.

Her name is called. She winces everytime it is called out. She still declines to keep Kenji's name with her. She will take that pain. And as she steps out to the lights, flooding out all but the massive power of her great opponent, she uses the pain to push herself to what will certainly be her limit in her toughest fight yet.

COMBATSYS: Fumiko has joined the fight here.

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Akuma            0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0           Fumiko

[M. BISON]
A city of sin. It is something of a home to Mike Bison over the years. Some of his biggest matches as a boxer took place here over the years. He has been overall out of the limelight for some time, but his emergence in Neo League means the fighter gets a bit of a nostalgic fight in Las Vegas.

He had already been partying and Fumiko finds herself waiting a big longer than the officials intended. "I'm on my way. Shut the hell up!" the boxer grunts as he pushes away one of the officials and steps forward. His eyes are a bit bloodshot and he is already smelling of booze. It is hard to tell how long he has been enjoying himself, but he can move on his own and isn't staggering or anything so that is good enough for the officials.

"Tch, interrupting a man from having a good time to fight someone else I never heard of. At least it isn't another boyscout. That shit was annoying." The boxer is mostly talk to himself as he just looks over Fumiko before a bit of a crooked grin forms. "Yeah, not a boyscout at all. Come on and show me what you got, little girl."

COMBATSYS: M. Bison has joined the fight here.

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Fumiko           0/-------/------<|-------\-------\0         M. Bison
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Akuma            0/-------/---====|

[FUMIKO]
Fumiko Abe holds her head high while the might Mike Bison swaggers into the fighting ring. She looks at him. Stares down to the best of her ability. Then nods once. He was a brute. He was an ogre. But she would approach this with dignity. She would not allow her pride or her bubbling fury get to her and show her as poorly as it did against the Darkstalker.

"I am Fumiko Abe," she introduces. "I hope to show you the respect you deserve in this fight. Please, show me your art to the fullest."

That simple introduction said, her body shifts into position. Foot forward, sneaker scraping on the Sin City Streets. Her hand hovers over the long blade of her daisho. Without additional warning, she steps forward and through. A single, wide-arcing slash. A flash of light off the manifold lights of the city and set alike. A glittering strike as the metal scythes through the air toward Bison's belly.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison endures Fumiko's Bamboo Splitter.

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Fumiko           0/-------/-----<<|=------\-------\0         M. Bison
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Akuma            0/-------/---====|

[M. BISON]
A brute that loves playing the part too. It is easy to find Bison unlikeable and he seems to relish on that. He is a big man that likes to talk trash and generally make people uncomfortable. The worst part he has the skill to back things up which makes it very hard to teach him a lesson.

At the same time he seems more than fine than letting Fumiko get the first shot in much in the way he let Aaron do so. It is a move that reeks of arrogance more than confidence as he stands there and watches Fumiko surge forward.

She delivers that strike across Bison's belly where it makes a gash. There is a grunt of discomfort, but that grin just grows wider. "Oh don't worry. I'll show you everything I got." He finally says in reply and he quickly surges forward with a quick straight aimed at the face of Fumiko. She may have a sword, but he is looking to show his fists are every bit just as dangerous.

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

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Fumiko           0/-------/---<<<<|=------\-------\0         M. Bison
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Akuma            0/-------/---====|

[FUMIKO]
Fumiko is not unfamiliar with Bison's physical style. She would, under duress, admit that her own is frequently the same kind of manner. To take the pain to position yourself better for the power to come. She knows well the power in fighting in that way.

But when Bison comes for her, she has the scabbards of her swords at the ready. Held in a cross, they click and clack with the pounding of the fist. Fumiko slides back from the sheer force of the blow, but the swiftly charging Bison keeps the fight close in and personal. Which is, in many ways, the way Fumiko does prefer things, herself.

She smiles at the boxer. "It would be an insult any other way," she responds to him. And half through her words, she has already struck. A quick strike, a slinking step. To push herself past Bison, to take the advantageous position herself in this dance of flesh and steel.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Fumiko's Positioned Strike.

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Fumiko           0/-------/--<<<<<|==-----\-------\0         M. Bison
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Akuma            0/-------/---====|

[M. BISON]
For a man his size it is often easy to forget that Bison can move quickly when he wants to. Sure his strikes are a dangerous mix of speed and power, but even when on the defensive he can often surprise opponents with that quickness. When Fumiko comes in this time she finds Bison shifting his weight to bring an arm about and for the most part deflect the blade as she passes by while also moving to turn about to face her after she slips past him.

She has to at least enjoy the fact right now Bison isn't talking too much. At the same time is that more him actually taking this fight a bit seriously? It looks like despite not showing like he is in too much pain the sword strikes seemed to have sobered him up somewhat.

He gives Fumiko little time to get her own defenses in check. He surges forward looking to slam his fist right into her stomach to break down her defenses so he can follow up with a stiff uppercut to the jaw and finally another straight punch.

COMBATSYS: Fumiko interrupts Hard Pressure from M. Bison with Flashing Blade EX.

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Fumiko           1/-----<</<<<<<<<|=====--\-------\0         M. Bison
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Akuma            0/-------/---====|

[FUMIKO]
A fast and strong opponent. A talented man, certainly. One that earned his way to a championship belt even he he squandered in disrespectfully in the aftermath. The initial strike was to find her footing. To put herself into the position she needs to when the next blow comes to bear.

And come it does. Hard and heavy strikes rain down. A surging blow for her belly that she takes, turning herself around the fist with a grimace of pain and a violent desire to pay back.

And pay back she does, this close in, it's impossible to keep away from the flashing of Fumiko's blade. Another lancing cut to weaken the brute. The pain coursing through her system enough to push Fumiko forward while she soars through the air and back down to the shining streets of Vegas. Her chest heaves with each breath, her tied hair hangs looser now. She stares back at Bison, her hand over the hilt of her blade.

A smile crosses her lips. Her fingertips waggle at the ready. She is not going to go down without a fight.

[M. BISON]
That first strike lands and there is a grin that returns to Bison's face, though that quickly turns to one in surprise when he can feel the blade cut across his flesh once more to create another gash before Fumiko quickly moves away to leave Bison standing there for a few moments.

Then he starts to laugh. "Well shit. Much better than that boyscout." he finally says as he turns about. His adrenaline is pumping now which is helping him try to ignore the pain. He seems more focused now than he was when the fight started. In the end he is a competitor and facing up against competition that don't fall so easily makes him feel alive.

"I love it. Almost a shame I am going to have to crush you. Oh well. Thems the breaks." he says and surges forward once more to quickly close the gap between the two. His big gloved hands reach out not to deliver a punch, but to try and grab Fumiko by the head so he can just bring his own head forward to slam into her face. If he manages to daze her with that he lets go and then looks to deliver a big hook to her left cheek.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison knocks away Fumiko with Dirty Bull.

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Fumiko           1/---<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0         M. Bison
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Akuma            0/-------/---====|

[FUMIKO]
Pain.

Grabbed. The world stills. Pavement. Flashing pain. Dulling pain. Echoing pain. Everything is flashing. All sound is a rush of water on the beach. Sights of an ocean. The iron smell and wet taste of blood on the lips.

Cast aside. Scattered, tumbling, stopping. Stillness for a moment. A lingering heartbeat of a second while reality asserts itself inside of Fumiko Abe's rattled skull.

She stands. Her hands take to her blade. Her eyes wide, focused. Her hair a white curtain that hides half her face from view, and exposes the reddened, battered side that took the weight of Mike Bison's fist.

She moves like light. A liquid step forward. The sound of the blade being drawn follows in the wake of Fumiko's graceful dashing step toward and past her opponent.

She looks serene. And then turns. The second blade drawn into her other hand.

She sets upon Mike Bison. A whirlwind of steel and fury. Darting and cutting. At the end of it, resheathing her blades to draw them together in a violent cross-cut. A release of energy, pent up, and bursting outward toward her mighty opponent. This is Fumiko Abe's respect for a fighter of Bison's caliber. And she feels whole.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Fumiko's Under A Setting Sun.

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Fumiko           0/-------/-----<<|=------\-------\0         M. Bison
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Akuma            0/-------/---====|

[M. BISON]
Bison raises a glove and gives it a bit of a kiss. "Never lets me down." he says and gets a smug look, though it fades when Fumiko starts to get up. "What? Heh, resilient for such a small thing." The ugly mug twists into a grin again only briefly because rather quickly Fumiko is on the move.

She is quick, but Bison seems alert enough he is able to for the most part use fancy footwork as well as his quick hands to keep himself from being overwhelmed by all the strikes being delivered. New cuts are being opened, but none as bad as the two gashes delivered earlier and the boxer is a bit out of breath once that flurry of offense is done. "Shit, and I thought I was quick when coked out."

Still breathing a bit heavily he comes forward, his strike going low once more to slam into the stomach of Fumiko and looking to knock the air right out of her.

COMBATSYS: Fumiko dodges M. Bison's Body Blow.

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Fumiko           0/-------/-----<<|=------\-------\0         M. Bison
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Akuma            0/-------/---====|

[FUMIKO]
Another blow. Strong, powerful. One to level her and to finish her off like a wounded animal. Fumiko Abe stands with her hand over her sword, held in an iron steady check position. She waits and watches with steady, razor focused intensity. A thousand cuts to rain down. But the storm must last long enough to tally.

She steps aside the blow. Like liquid and with deadly purpose she turns, skip steps, and stands back away from her boxing opponent.

She doesn't press. She remains standing, still, ready and reserved. Her eyes watch, and they close, and she breathes. She thinks about the news. The day she found out. The day she decided to set upon to prove her capabilities as a combatant. That she was more than artist. And that, perhaps she should've known that on that day. Each win was more grief. Each success more guilt. But pride refuses to back down. Refuses to accept that she is lesser than she is. And so grief and pride war. A fight not unlike the one Fumiko finds herself in now.

As inside, so out. Fumiko's eyes remain shut. Her breathing shallows. She collects. And she smiles.

COMBATSYS: Fumiko enters a meditative state.

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Fumiko           0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0         M. Bison
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Akuma            0/-------/---====|

[M. BISON]
For the first time in the fight Bison's fist doesn't find something to impact against. How Fumiko could be moving so quickly after the beating she has taken is something he wasn't expecting. To the point he was wide open, but any sort of counter attack doesn't come which actually throws Bison off further.

"The fuck?" He says and he turns about to regard Fumiko. Her eyes are closed and is she smiling? After all the punishment she is doing that? It seems to irritate the boxer who gives a crick of his neck. "I'll five ya a reason to smile."

He goes right after Fumiko once more. His fists flying as he comes in with a straight right, followed by a left and then finally one more straight right. Each one aimed to batter the head of Fumiko.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison knocks away Fumiko with Charging Buffalo.

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

[FUMIKO]
"Because I've seen your strength."

Fumiko steps from the first fist. But the second strikes, and the third. She stumbles back, twisting and dancing from the force of the blows until she falls to the ground in a heap.

But still, once more she stands. Ragged, her hair is wild, fallen and hangs low around her. Her swords are maintained well and steadily. But her shirt is torn and nearly hanging open enough to expose. Her chest rises and falls. She wobbles and takes a knee.

Once more she rises. And she steps forward.

A single, graceful cut. The sound of the drawn comes nearly after the sword is already sheathed. And in the wake of the simple cut a shower of flower petals formed from latent, unused chi flutter to the ground before winking out of sight.

And then, with a smile of contentment, Fumiko Abe falls to her knees.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison Toughs Out Fumiko's Scattered Petals EX!

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

[M. BISON]
"Lady, you haven't even seen-" He is cut off as well as cut open by that sudden strike. If he wasn't just a giant wall of meat he probably been killed or at least gravely wounded by that strike. Instead it is more a look of surprise as he finds himself with another gash across his torso and he reaches up to run a gloved hand along it. All this punishment and she is still so fast he couldn't even see the strike until after it happened.

"This is why I don't wear shirts and shit to a fight anymore. Nothing but a waste of money." he grunts and his eyes squint a bit to regard Fumiko. She has sunk to her knees but is it some sort of trick? He decides to take the bait if it is and holds his arms out wide before looking to clap his gloved hands against her ears.

Then he does it a second time before winding up and delivering one more powerful hook to the side of her head. "Now stay down!"

COMBATSYS: Fumiko dodges M. Bison's Horn Breaker.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>------\1           Fumiko

[FUMIKO]
Battered. Each breath brought a sweet pain. The sounds of the fight are miles away compared to the ocean Fumiko can hear as her pulse throbs and every beat is felt throughout her body. She hurts. She is hurt. And she is nearing her limit in this fight against a man who despite his presentation is a worthy adversary.

He swings downward, a fist to cave in skulls and hopes. To dash her against the paving stones. But his glove finds no purchase there. She spins on her knees, turns upwards and inwards toward Mike Bison. And she is simply not there when his arm curves downward.

She grabs both hilts of her blades. She takes every moment of pain, emotional and physical, and she puts everything behind a twinned strike upwards toward Bison's ribs. Her eyes seeing distant places, her body is fighting this match. Her will to press ever onward through the pain.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Fumiko's Goryo's Wrath EX.

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

[M. BISON]
The big man is slowing down and his gloved hands find nothing once again. He may be bragging quite a bit, but those watching the fight can see that Mike Bison is wearing himself out. Fumiko's got him looking a bit gassed and yet despite that he seems alert enough as well as mobile to keep he strike from landing where it was intended.

He turns about and leans into it with the sword coming across his arm instead of the ribs and he then staggers back a few steps. He gives a shake of his head and takes a deep breath. There is no gloating. There is no trash talking. Instead the boxer just fixes his gaze and raises his gloves.

The man looks determined. He looks like the Mike Bison of old before a boxing match as he starts to sway a bit and bounce on his feet. He is taking a moment to catch his breath and decide his next move though Fumiko can see the growing, silent rage that is building up in the man right now.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison gathers his will.

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

[FUMIKO]
Fumiko slows down, she holds her position. And she bows her head toward Mike Bison. "You are impressive," she tells him with utmost sincerity. "I can only hope I have brought out the spirit inside of you. That my own performance is worth your respect."

She knows she only has so much more within her to lay out on the table. That this stand may be her last. And she finds that she is at peace.

For what may be one final time, Fumiko Abe dashes forward. Her blade flashes. Her target: Mike Bison

COMBATSYS: M. Bison dodges Fumiko's Intercepting Strike.

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

[M. BISON]
There is no reply. Only focus on the young woman standing before him. Bison respects little beyond money and people who give him said money. Even the the latter can often be thrown out the window. Yet the fact he has a serious expression on his face and isn't saying anything has to say something.

She looks to strike against him once more and this time it is her sword finding nothing. Bison steps to the right and backwards to avoid it while he finally speaks. "Respect? Heh, whatever. I'm just trying to get paid." His eyes are on the prize and Fumiko is just standing in his way when it comes to a nice sum of cash. He is just not going outright admit he underestimated his opponent and now that there is a small chance that money could be out of reach he has shifted his focus to taking things more seriously.

He seems to be conserving his strength for the time being. Of course given his strength any punch he lands isn't going to be a fun give to recieve. He does a few testing jabs to try and distract Fumiko before looking to deliver a right hook right into her ribs.

COMBATSYS: Fumiko dodges M. Bison's Hook Punch.

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

[FUMIKO]
So it has come to the moments of focus and what each other fights for. One for money, the other for pride. Selfish reasons both. The two may appear as opposites as it may be, but the realities of the two warriors dancing around each other's blows show just how similar they are.

This moment is no different. A strike to the ribs, a twist and Fumiko is just barely out of harm's way. The spinning settling to a scuffing and squeaking stop. She has her hand poised over her blade.

No words.

The strike is swift, as all of hers are. A step, a double draw. Two blades slicing. They cut a cross in the air as they rend their way toward Bison. Once more, finishing with a quiet click as the blades are resheathed nearly as quickly as they are seen.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison fails to interrupt Soul and Steel from Fumiko with Buffalo Head.

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

[M. BISON]
She is slowing down too. He can see it. Sure she is quick and able to avoid his strike, but he can tell he isn't the only one starting to slow down. It just leads to him to give a slight smirk as she comes forward. He has her number. Or at least he thought he did when he was moving forward.

That punch comes forward and he is a second too late as he strikes air. Fumiko on the other hand finds her blades meeting flesh once more as she strikes home which makes the big man stagger back and almost topple over. It is amazing he is still able to stand after all the cuts that have been delivered to him. He is just a gashed up bloody mess at this point and he waves a gloved hand a bit. "That.....that all you got? Come on. You are going to have to kill me to stop me."

[FUMIKO]
He has her beat. She knows he has her beat. This man is swiftly becoming something of a watermark. A point that needs to be reached before she can knows she can step out to the world with the ability to help others. To spare them the pain she has gone through. To protect Japan.

She keeps fluid. Keeps moving. Each strike she makes bringing some semblance of life back into the swordswoman. She knows each strike could be her last. But for now, she takes pleasure in knowing that she is still making headway against the impossible man.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Fumiko's Evasive Strike.

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

[M. BISON]
He may very well be telling the truth about her needing to kill him. She keeps striking and yet he keeps coming forward and even if he has slowed down he isn't looking ready to stop. His eyes are on the prize and he knows he is close to getting one step closer to the big money.

She makes another strike in an attempt to great another big gash across the boxer while also keeping away from him, but he barrels forward to where the sword only grazes him. He does his best to keep her from getting further away as he starts to look to deliver several different jabs to the woman to punish the body and finall put her down.

COMBATSYS: Fumiko dodges M. Bison's Dash Punch.

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

[FUMIKO]
He's slowing, Fumiko's body is thrumming with pain. She cuts and she cuts but she cannot bring the giant down. She knows that, should it come to it, even the tired boxer's exhausted blows would drive her to the edges of consciousness.

The world is a tunnel as Fumiko sucks up the last of her resolve to push on to see this fight to the finish. For all her thrill, for all her dire need to succeed and to prove herself, she is teetering on the brink. It will only take a single solid push to put her down.

But fight she must. And she feints, swinging an empty hand only to follow it up with a strike from her shorter blade, held in her off hand.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Fumiko's Left-Handed Draw.

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

[M. BISON]
Another strike and another time the blade doesn't fully hit home. Bison keeps finding ways to deflect the blade to lessen the damage already done to his body. "No more games. Didn't you hear me?" he manages to say in between sucking in deep breaths.

It is a slowed Bison that barrels forward once more. His punches more wild at this point as he looks to find something solid to hit. His own vision is getting a bit blurry and despite his excellent cardio and the fact he keeps in great shape this fight has taken way more out of him than he ever expected.

He gives another quick jab, this one towards the upper body as he keeps sticking and moving while she needles at him with those swords.

COMBATSYS: Fumiko dodges M. Bison's Medium Punch.

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

[FUMIKO]
Another slow combination. Any one will break her. But Fumiko moves to the side. Stick and move, stick and move. "I did," she answers through puffing, narrowly avoiding unconsciousness, breaths.

Fumiko's focus on the fight, the desire to win and to step ahead, is what keeps her going. She surges past the punch, hands reaching for the two blades of her daisho. The first strike is the longer, heavier blade. The second the smaller and lighter one. They move in concert, striking in flowing waves. Big, then little, big, then little. Each strike a carry around the brute's never ending power and strength.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Fumiko's Second Blade Strike EX.

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

[M. BISON]
The blades keep coming and they keep cutting away at the giant tree that is Mike Bison. New cuts forming as he bobs and weaves in an attempt to keep them from doing any real damage like the earlier ones. While he keeps missing she is at least finding herself able to land something which continues to wear down the boxer.

"Then fucking do it!" He snarls and he unleashes another string of quick strikes. Body, head, arm. Anything at this point is what he is looking to to hit. He is wore down, but the power is still there and all he needs is to strike lucky one time.

"Because if you don't do it I'll might just kill you for being such a pest."

COMBATSYS: M. Bison successfully hits Fumiko with Mix-Up Combo.

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

[FUMIKO]
The desperation in the worn boxer is all he really needs. The spirit to want to win and to not expect a win. He catches Fumiko's shoulder. The bone-jarring hit enough to stall her. She goes still. And that single moment of stillness is the end. Strikes come simple and hard and heavy.

Sent into a lurch by each strike, Fumiko's short blade falls from her hand. The metal clatters on the pavement. Fumiko's hand closes for what isn't there. She stares at a world gone upside-down. She wants to vomit. She wants to sleep.

"For Kenji."

The empty hand takes the hilt. And with one final, desperate bid, Fumiko swings forward with a heavy blow to strike down Mike Bison.

The force of the swing carries Fumiko Abe forward. She never knows if it hits or not. She falls to a heap on the ground. The dance is over. The piece is finished.

COMBATSYS: Fumiko can no longer fight.

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M. Bison         0/-------/----===|

COMBATSYS: M. Bison interrupts Crushing Strike from Fumiko with Screw Smash.
*KNOCKED AWAY*

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M. Bison         0/-------/--=====|

[M. BISON]
One punch. That is all it took to hit home and he follows up with a few more. He finally caught the elusive Fumiko and he seems more than ready to make her pay. "Yeah, couldn't run forever."

He is breathing heavy and his eyes narrow when she seems to have some fight left into her. She surges forward with that sword and it is probably for the best she was already out on her feet when she strikes. Of course she will feel the soreness when she wakes up given Bison just gives a bone jarring uppercut to knock the already unconcious fighter as the sword creates another new cut along the boxer. "Get that shit out of here!" He bellows and he wobbles a bit afterwards. She finally seems down and if Bison had the energy left in him he would continue to just beat down the already unconcious fighter. "Fucking woman.....ugh. Must be going soft. Guess I am just going have to kill the next asshole I face in the finals." That is probably not the best news for Aranha.

With a grunt he turns about. He is offered medical attention and he pushes them aside. The medics are lucky to not get punched as well given the mood Bison is in at the moment. It is going to take some good booze and drugs to settle the big man down, but in the end he moves forward. Just one more fight. If Bison can is going to find himself getting a nice little payday to further fund his drug and booze filled antics.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison has ended the fight here.

Log created on 11:15:25 09/22/2018 by M. Bison, and last modified on 16:22:59 09/22/2018.