Fei Long - Ristar
[Toggle Names]Description: Fei Long invades Johnny Cage's shoot to issue a strange improvised challenge to the American Dragon. Adventure and Assbeating Ensues.
[JOHNNY CAGE]
"You're not gonna' make it!"
That might actually be true considering how fast the train is going. That's right, this incredible train, The Silver Bullet, is moving at a pace that honestly shouldn't be allowed. But there's something wrong with The Silver Bullet. Something very wrong. And it would be that en masse hissing sound that's coming from the car we're passing by as we come to a lock on...
Alex Graves. The off-duty cop looks so rough around the edges that he could probably cut glass with the five o'clock shadow on his face. He looks beat up, tired, worn out and overall bloody. His clothes are ripped and he's just hanging between the open door of the overstuffed passenger car that's filled with way too many other injured in various ways people.
Alex turns to the woman closest to him. She's the one that's grabbing onto him like she's never going to see him again. "You listen to me, Stacy. You have to let me go. I've got to end this. Not just for me, not just for Thomas and the rest. But for us. If I don't end this now... we'll be looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives."
Stacy grabs Alex by the collar of his ripped jacket and they share an incredible goodbye kiss. Just in case. "Come back to me. You hear me, Alex. You come back to me."
"Always, doll."
Alex Graves shoves himself out the door and it closes. He balances precariously between the train cars. We can see the train car full of snakes over his shoulder as he reaches down to pull the pin and separate the cars from each other.
"Alright, you motherfuckers." Alex Graves cracks his knuckles. "Daddy needs a new pair of shoes." And with that said, Alex Graves leaps up and across the growing gap between the train cars! His leg outstretched in a flying dragon kick motion that's sure to have those custom sneakers smashing through that train glass any mom--
"CUT!"
We pull back again and we get the whole set and the green screen becomes clear and JOHNNY CAGE dangles from the wires he's on for the aerial kick he was doing.
"Johnny, baby, I think we got it! That's the money shot right there, baby!" The director is hamming it up as he walks away from the dangling Johnny Cage to go bark some more orders.
Johnny Cage grabs for his phone as the movie magic people start lowering the star towards the ground.
[FEI LONG]
Cage rescues the wounded, gets the girl, and targets the gang of serpents holding the train hostage; because he's had it with all these mothafuckin' snakes on that mothafuckin' train. The irony, of course, is that before the shoot started, there were squatters a-plenty in this trainyard within the decrepit, neglected expanse of Outer Sunshine City. The studio paid the city, the city's police cleared it out, and an armed security team monitors the perimeter, keeping all the area's onlookers away; crazed fan or disreputable Poor alike. That is, until a lithe figure in a gray hoodie, fully hooded like the thug-adjacent menace he must be, drops from the //highway overpass// looming far overhead.
A suicide? A superhero? The hooded menace certainly lands like one, with perfect three-point poise atop a massive stack of dilapidated cargo containers along said perimeter, overlooking the greenscreen shoot below. The metal containers shudder, emitting a groaning creak of dismay, but the interloper is unslowed. He flips a graceful arc forward, and lands full sprint. Of all the security on site, only one manages to get between the newcomer and Johnny Cage, his director, his co-stars.
This fellow, a robust professional name Daryl, gets his gun out smoothly, draws a bead, just in time for the hooded figure to weave sharply aside, disarming and sweeping the guard to the ground in one motion. It's smooth, the impact subdued even compared to the landing moments before, the man loses his breath in a rush; but nothing breaks or dislodges. Except, of course, the pistol losing its magazine and slide in the next pair of instants, dropping in pieces to the ground as the hooded man rises, and points one finger right at Cage. Is it an assassin?!? Another stalker?!?! "Johnny Cage!" At the very least, the man has some clear grasp of reality.
"Your agents keep brushing Hong Kong and our -real- Kung Fu off! But what do /you/ say?" The hood comes back, and Fei Long briskly shakes out his mane, intense eyes locked on the moviestar; while his senses remain keenly attuned to the spreading tumult and confusion around the set as people struggle to figure out what 'doing their jobs' even entails in this moment... and other guards hesitate to rush the man who just trounced Daryl in a moment, or threaten fire with the dangerous crossfire Fei Long's position creates.
[JOHNNY CAGE]
"Finally."
That's Johnny's response to the workers that finally get him out of his wired harness and he can focus more on the text messages he's checking. There's way too many responses from all the various names he's scrolling through: Hot Blonde, Brunette With A Rack, The Ninja Mime Fangirl... the list goes on and on. But while all of this action and adventure is happening, Johnny Cage is focused on his phone and lingering with an almost sad sigh over the one actual name in his text message window: Sonya Blade. Who left him on read.
His name gets yelled and he's already holding up a finger. "One sec." He hasn't even looked up and is sending yet another text to a certain individual. Meanwhile, Daryl has been manhandled with visible ease and the sounds of Set Security are making it so even Johnny can't ignore what's going on any more. He fwooshes his text off and tucks his phone into his pocket as he finally turns to look up.
Fei Long. Right there. Really close to his personal bubble. "Whoa whoa. Hey, relax for a second there, Chow Yun Brat." Johnny Cage offers with a grin as he holds his hands up to calm down the set. He's going to handle this. But also those same hands are signaling for the camera crew to start filming. Just in case. "Take it easy, nobody's brushing you off. If you hadn't noticed, I'm in the middle of filming yet another blockbuster hit. Snakes on a Train. It's gonna' smash." Johnny Cage is forever promoting himself and his flicks. No matter what.
Johnny Cage takes a couple of steps to give himself some room and motions for Yvette to come over. "But. Since you came all this way..." Yvette rushes over and uncovers a tray of individually holstered sunglasses. About a dozen of them. "... and I think Sal's mostly done for the day. Sal, are you done for the day?!"
Sal, the director, looks up from hiding behind Kraft Services. "Yeah, Johnny! We're all good, baby! Just some B Roll!"
Johnny grins as he grabs a pair of silver framed, mirrored sunglasses. He plucks them up and winks at Yvette to send her back off to the side. He turns his attention back fully to Fei Long now, pulling out all of his movie trope stops. One of the camera crew must be zooming in on his face because it takes him forever to bring those glasses up to his face. "I guess it's your lucky day, padre." The sunglasses get slid onto the face of Johnny Cage so smoothly that there might as well be a music sting behind him.
"Let's dance."
[FEI LONG]
The cameras come out, and Fei Long's hood goes right back up, straight out of Assassin's Creed style. "I'm sure it will be art surmounting all prior art in your lifetime." It's just a polite and flatteringly diplomatic as the stereotype says to expect. The stereotype says nothing about the sarcasm that drips so thick it gunks up everything around it, however.
"I'm not here for the show, Cage." The Hiten-ryu master clarifies with a subtle breeze of abject chill. "To boost your viral marketing; to make a rich man money." Fei has the good grace not to spit. "This //is// about art. Man to man. Masks off."
At this point, Fei Long's fierce demeanor, perhaps intentionally, does crack. Alongside a half-smile, a whimsical twist on a smirk that sparkles in his dark eyes. Even as he denounces it, Cage's people get their enigmatic soundbyte. And then their momentary burst of action. "After that shoot, you'll need to warm up before fighting. Keeping in shape, Hollywood?" With the quip, Fei Long is gone. Sprinting, lightning fast, back for the perimeter of the shoot, and the dilapidated cityscape beyond it.
The Hong Kong prodigy darts towards one of the buildings housing an array of graffiti etched loading docks, his sprint carrying him airborne as soft-soled shoes touch lightly along its outer wall, and the Kung Fu moviestar vaults over a crumbling concrete wall and vanishes from view. Cage will have to move fast if he hopes to compete in this impromptu free-run challenge. Or stand in front of the camera and look fake, scared, and/or confused should he choose not to. Sometimes in life, choices be like that.
[JOHNNY CAGE]
"Art surmounting what now?" The look on Johnny's face shows his absolute confusion because there's no way in hell he's going to take that one on the chin. Or he might. He doesn't parse clever insults well. They just kind of zoom past him. "Listen, pal, Ninja Mime is pure gold. Like me." Okay, so maybe he parsed it a little bit. It's a process.
And then Fei Long is spitting out some mumbo jumbo about being real men and whatever else comes with that but Cage only really latches onto one part of that whole thing. And it's not until after Fei Long takes off. "Hey! Hey, I don't even wear a mask! Cover up the money maker?! What're you crazy?!"
It takes Cage only a moment to realize he's going to have to play cat and mouse and also save face because he's not about to get schooled in front of his own crew. "Hey Sal! Get that drone camera up and follow if you can! Yvette, get my live stream going. I'm about to break the internet!" Johnny Cage pauses to look at one of the camera's rolling. "Right after I break his face." Grin!
And now that Fei Long has a crucial head start, Johnny Cage takes off in the direction of the man that's very likely running him into a trap. And it doesn't even really matter because he's all about this whole free running chase. He's done at least a dozen of these things in his flicks over the years and doing it in this cesspool of a former neighborhood is just as smooth. Johnny's custom Cage Kick sneakers, purple and black, follow suit with some wall running and leaping and even a slide or two so that he can get to that concrete wall for some stylish vaulting of his own. Granted, his movements take a little longer because he's got to make them look good.
And also stall for the drone camera to try and follow. "Nobody likes a Jerry!" Johnny yells after Fei Long for some ample Tom & Jerry referencing!
[FEI LONG]
Stalling for the drone and his poise may not be a viable solution. By all appearances, Fei Long doesn't care if Cage manages to keep up, much less catch up. The Hong Kong star is all out, full tilt, and moving as if the neighborhood weren't new to him at all; and it does bear remarkable similarities to slums and decrepit infrastructure back home, if one is being completely real. At any rate: it seems at the very least Johnny Cage /does/ like a Jerry, with how emphatically the American takes to the prerequisite parkour chase.
What starts along the rooftops adjacent to the trainyard after a leap midway up the first structure's decaying fire escape from that aforementioned concrete wall soon descends through the emptied husk of an old tenement, some of its units occupied by startled squatters despite the existence of holes in the floor providing for quick, dramatically leaping descents. In addition to the maze, Johnny's drone operators will be challenged by its exit:
... Fei Long slides nearly flat to the floor through a small gap around piping in the tenement's utility room, sidelong into the opposite wall of a narrow alley outside and immediately at a blistering pace down it. The race passes obstacles like a dumpster that barely fits in the alley, and demands wonderment at how a truck ever accesses it, and a stack of empty, rotting pallets that Fei Long, kindly, does not dislodge in Cage's path.
Instead, the race follows a criss-crossing network of alleys and train tracks, coming out untold spans away, on a small rise overlooking a complex of abandoned office buildings and warehouses, windows mostly shattered, frames rusted, forms amply coated in several eras of graffiti. Or-- almost abandoned. Close inspection might realize several armed guards patrol around and within one of the warehouses, and a single loading dock is active. Fei Long pauses in the shadows of the building and catches his breath. Assuming Cage manages to make it through without failing any QTEs, the Kung Fu star casts him an amused, sidelong glance.
"So, you -do- know more than side kicks in front of greenscreens." This doesn't seem to be a surprise to Fei Long, per se. He gambled on that fact, in the end. It's legit satisfying to confirm. It also means he's not about to get Cage killed. At least, not //definitely// killed. "The people over there are packing and running heroin for that handful of hyenas. No better than slaves. I say we put our money where the marketing's mouth is, and do something about it." Fei Long eyes Cage expectantly, unhooding once more and crossing his arms.
[JOHNNY CAGE]
Johnny Cage is on the move! And the live stream of him getting his Parkour On is one that's getting more and more views by the second. Yvette is really good at handling the social media presence when Cage can't do it himself and she got the word out pretty swiftly. It's what he pays her for. That and for keeping up with his sunglasses for the day. It's a whole thing. Sunglasses make the star, baby.
Johnny's movements on the chase scene from hell are more exaggerated and cinematic than the practical movements of the Jerry he's been chasing this entire time. He sometimes does a flip over this or an extra step up or a twirl the other direction. Anything to make it look good. He even checks behind him to see if the drone is keeping up. It's not doing too hot.
And then Johnny Cage has to go flat for the slide and when he does... that drone smashes right into the wall because Vince can't fly the damn thing that well! Or well enough! Feed Lost! Yvette is going to have to scramble to fix this before PR has to get involved.
Anyway, Johnny's focused on keeping up and when Fei Long finally comes to a stop, that's when Johnny Cage can do the same thing. Only a little bit after. He had to do a lot of stylish stunts, okay?! It's cooler that way! "That was a flying dragon kick. I had my arm up like Master Bruce and everything." Johnny just kind of corrects with the more flavorful name for side kick. Because of course his kicks are named. Why wouldn't they be?
"Wait. You wanna' do what now?" Johnny Cage takes a moment to look out in the direction of where all that dang CRIME is happening. He narrows his eyes behind his sunglasses. "Seriously? You made me run through the town that time forgot so we can do some vigilante shit? And I don't even get to film it?" Cage seems super upset about that. "By the way, you owe me a drone." And then Cage is back to being incredulous. "Oh and I didn't even get to wear my Kick Drug Trafficking Ass sunglasses." This seems more upsetting to Cage than the lack of filming or anything else thus the annoyed sigh. "I guess these'll have to do." He might as well be talking to himself at this point. He takes off the sunglasses and gives them a once over before shrugging and putting them back on his face.
"Alright, we gonna' stand around all day or we gonna' go do something good for the community, illegal as hell. and incredibly badass?" Cage offers a fist for Fei Long to bump. He's in.
[FEI LONG]
Hot crime on crime action. Crime stopping crime. Cage gets it. Fei Long firmly fistbumps.
"You break left, I'll break right. Drop them by one before they even know there's a fight." There's a nod at the bored fellow standing by the door, holding a worn looking surplus AK. It's all the explanation Fei Long offers. Aside from the time taken in stoic patience to let Johnny catch up with what's even going on. Most of the way.
"Act natural." As natural as two strong men sauntering up on a drug den can ever be. But they get a fair span before the deadly doorman notices, fumble to raise his gun, and starts calling out a halt. Fei Long speaks in his fastest, most pleading Cantonese. This adds amply to the confusion.
Hands raised disarmingly, the Hong Kong star never stops advancing, sparing only a sidelong glance to Johnny when they're within a stone's, or a flying kick's throw. "Think you can do it again?" The Hiten-ryu progenitor enigmatically inquires, then he nods sharply.
... Then he abruptly breaks right in a blur of sudden velocity...
COMBATSYS: Fei Long has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Traffickers has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Johnny Cage has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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[JOHNNY CAGE]
Johnny Cage can barely keep up with Fei Long's antics. This man is out here on some Wu Shu: The Legend Continues shit and Johnny left that show far behind. Although, there's something to be said about doing something more than just making movies and showing up in tournaments. Maybe there's more to life than movie, fame, wealth, babes...
Okay, nah.
Still, though, Johnny Cage is waltzing right alongside Fei Long in a state of 'act natural' which is mostly him just being as awesome as possible and likely drawing more attention to himself than is wanted or needed. It comes with the territory of being freaking Johnny Cage. "I mean, I'm usually a one take kinda' guy but..." Johnny answers Long's query as he picks up on what is being put down. "When in Rome!"
... A shrug from Johnny Cage leads his way to breaking left with the same sudden (but more stylish) velocity...
Johnny Cage pulls no punches when it comes to stopping crime. Sometimes he takes this shit a little too seriously. He might as well be on set right now or something. He's all about actually being a hero when heroics are involved and that means coming for the necks of drug trafficking fools that be trying to cause ruckus in towns that are near his movie sets. Uncalled for. Also, his hands are glowing green at the moment and this is the part where the chi energy flickers in the lenses of those mirrored sunglasses he's wearing at the moment.
"It's Showtime!" His fall back witty banter line punctuates the arrival of his fists as he pivots on his heels to hurl his magnificent green flaming forceball of chi energy away from his body.
Man, maybe he really /is/ the special effects.
[FEI LONG]
Tony starts shouting, raising the alarm. It's about all he accomplishes, initially. The rifle is raised, but it wavers, wildly, between trying to track Fei Long, and trying to track Cage. Then, Johnny launches that plume of energy, and Fei Long strikes from the opposite flank, launching himself through the air in a transitory instant, a fierce kiai accompanying the flight, and the ascent of one powerful, perfectly poised axe-kicking foot.
The Flying Dragon's weight and momentum is carried with that downward, bisecting strike alongside no shortage of bone-cracking force, Fei Long's lowered leg graceful and strong in its absorbtion of his landing; and immediate adjustment back into a ready stance.
COMBATSYS: Fei Long and Johnny Cage successfully hit Traffickers with Dragon's Fangs.
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Fei Long's flying foot crashes across Tony's neck with a potently projected crunch, setting the man staggering hard, reeling right. Right into the potent green blast that arcs through the air at him, the chi sending him hurtling back the other way, into the derelict warehouse's wall with a crash that rattles said wall soundly.
He slumps over-- but the men within are swift to respond. From one of the broken windows, an improvised incindiery hurtles out and crashes to the ground, filling the area around the entrance-- and Fei Long himself-- with a tumult of intense fire.
Two other men come from either side of the warehouse, and the one closest to Cage shares the love, hurtling the makeshift explosive at the Hollywood action hero. In those instants, both dragons face opposing flame, a scorching obstacle to their pursuit of freedom and justice.
COMBATSYS: Johnny Cage parries Traffickers' Molotov Spray!
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[JOHNNY CAGE]
Johnny Cage, aka The American Dragon, is all smirks when the kicking of Tony ends up with him getting blasted by his chi-plosion. Looks like he and Fei Long are on the same wavelength already. It doesn't hurt that some of his co-stars have been vibe-able with in the same way. There's something different about this though. It's a little more pure, a little more honest. It's weird.
Which is also why Johnny Cage almost doesn't see the fact that the wave of traffickers are not taking too kindly to their arrival. And also probably what they did to Tony. It actually takes him a moment to spot the explosions of fire that are barring their exit. "Alright, alright! We get it! You're a bunch of hotheads! Sheesh..."
Johnny Cage's taunting never ends, even when a molotov is headed in his direction. His movements are so smooth that they might as well been taken from one of his movies. Or at least the bottle cap challenge. Because his foot is up as his body twists, that foot reaching out to redirect that flaming bottle off in another direction and away from himself.
"Welcome to the Big Screen, boys!" Johnny Cage offers another quip as his whole body is engulfed in his green glow this time. He slides across the ground and in the direction of that molotov thrower that dared to try and ruin his outfit with fire. Oh yes, it's Shadow Kick time!
COMBATSYS: Fei Long counters Molotov Spray from Traffickers with Shoenryu.
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COMBATSYS: Johnny Cage successfully hits Traffickers with Shadow Kick EX.
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[FEI LONG]
Two students, in spirit at the very least, of the Legendary Dragon; taken from the world far too soon. Two stars of stage and screen, one consumed by the fame and indulgence of his life of stardom, the other still railing against it as much as he rides that ascending wave.
Much like Cage surfs through fire, gracefully sweeping aside a passage like Moses parting a very literally red sea. Because it's fire. Bordered by a rush of flame on both sides, the after-imaged Johnny sends a blonde-mohawked punk named Adam smashing back into the wall with a most satisfying thud.
As the molotov hurtles out the window, Fei Long hurtles into it. Legs and arms tucked, muscles flexed taut, the Flying Dragon lives up to his name, crashing through the windowframe like a cannonball.
Within, Stanley, a rather burly fellow, hasn't even fully finished the motion of launching the incindiery before Fei Long lands before him, one arm snapping out in a brutal horizontal one-inch to the fellow's chest, his ribcage visibly shifting out of place as the Flying Dragon twists and brings his opposite fist around.
An uppercut wreathed in volatile, wild flame smashes into the gangbanger's chin and sends him crashing through a nearby table, all the "indentured" workers huddling to the far end as the last two men rush Fei Long, attempting to pin the Hiten-ryu expert down and hammer him with repeated, powerful but haphazard blows.
[JOHNNY CAGE]
While it may be way too stylish to keep wrecking fools, Johnny Cage considers what is actually at stake at the very moment and proceeds to himself through fire and flame so that he may arrive near those that may or may not be forced to work in this here horrible establishment. It's all about making a heroic pose when he stands before them, fire blazing behind him and he extends a hand. If there were cameras around, the zoom in would be fantastic.
"Come with me if you want to live."
It's really just a moment to look cool because Cage is leading the way to a window which he smashes to give them a way out. Granted, probably a bad thing but they can't leave them to burn to death in all of this fire that's about to go down, right? No instructions are given, just a nod of his head toward the window so that somebody in that group of workers takes the lead. "Get them out. Stay together." Johnny Cage can feel the arrival of a couple more fools and they are on their way to the Flying Dragon. Johnny starts in that direction but stops once more and spins back to the workers. "Also, stop working for drug dealers. Stupid." One of them gets a smack upside the back of the head and then Johnny's off!
"Hey You GUUUUUUYS!" Johnny Cage drops the Goonies reference nice and loud as he makes with the theatrics. Clearly hoping to get at least on of their attentions, he yanks his sunglasses off his face and gives it a mighty fling. They might as well be a shuriken at this point with the way they sail in the direction to see if they can't smack one of these fools to make it so Fei Long can finish these fools.
COMBATSYS: Fei Long dodges Traffickers' Hold and Punch.
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[FEI LONG]
Fei Long floats around the first, lunging man's muscly grasp and darts forward, straight into the second's path. He weaves left past a snapping punch to the face, weaves right in a blur that dodges the second, and drops into a wide, low stance as a wild haymakey breezes over his head, rustling the Flying Dragon's mane alongside the sudden, evasive motion.
As he drops into that stance, the Hiten-ryu expert launches a trio of precise, ferocious strikes for his immediate adversary's midsection, even as Cage's sunglasses whirl end over end and threaten the skull of the other trafficker standing.
Left, right, twin straight punches snap out with alarming acceleration and imminent, instant force, targeting each side of the ganger's ribcage before twisting into a sharp, profoundly efficient braced elbow aligned with the Deuce's face, intending to leave Cage's target Solo.
COMBATSYS: Johnny Cage successfully hits Traffickers with Throwing Shades.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Traffickers dodges Fei Long's Strong Punch.
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Said shades all but embed themselves into the side of Cage's target's skull, a spray of blood accompanying the man's sudden, graceless crash to the floor. The last man standing backpedals away from Fei Long's assault, tripping over debris and crashing to his tailbone with a wince. And then a manic laugh.
It's good that Johnny already has the workers escaping-- because the last of the heroin-running firebugs presses a detonator, and one after another, improvised detonations rock the abandoned warehouse top to bottom, plumes of flame sequentially consuming and igniting the nefarious operation; and threatening to devour all within if they don't think fast!
COMBATSYS: Traffickers can no longer fight.
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[JOHNNY CAGE]
"Seriously?! I thought this kind of thing only happened in movies!"
COMBATSYS: Traffickers successfully hits Johnny Cage with Molotov Storm.
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"Seriously?! I thought this kind of thing only happened in movies!"
Johnny Cage isn't exactly worried. He actually sounds more annoyed than anything. Though, he does take a moment to look over and make sure the last of the workers makes it out of the window before he moves up to be alongside Fei Long. While moving, the fire and the flames catch on his jacket and the movie star is in full on flap and slap mode trying to put the fire out! "Dammit! Wardrobe is going to kill me!" He yanks the jacket off and hurls it into the fire, his skin underneath showing the signs of some light singe and half-past-char. It just makes him move faster over to his apparent partner in heroic crime.
This exploding building thing is the kind of thing that the newly founded Dragon Brothers are going to have to deal with together. Also, it just looks so much cooler when the heroes are standing next to each other surrounded by flames and detonations.
TOO BAD THE DRONE DIDN'T MAKE IT TO RECORD THIS EPIC MOMENT. SIGH.
"Alright, Vigilante McKicksalot. Any ideas?" There's always time for the lead to toss the co-star a bone before explosions happen in these movies.
COMBATSYS: Fei Long blocks Traffickers' Molotov Storm.
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[FEI LONG]
Ideas? Sure. Good ideas? The jury's out. As the eruptions begin consuming the warehouse, Fei Long leaps clear of one plume-- and right into the path of another. As fire roars outwards, the Flying Dragon braces his stance, focuses his chi, breathes in; breathes out. The wave of flame collides with him, and blasts outwards, dissipating to the sides and above the Kung-fu star as he covers the egress of the last of the workers out into the lot beyond.
"Sure." Fei Long offer somewhat sardonically as he similarly shucks off the now charred, flaming hoodie he wears, revealing the fanservice that is his toned chest and arms beneath. "We get the hell out of this deathtrap!" It IS probably a good idea, to be honest. The Flying Dragon leaves the operation much as he arrived, in a tightly tucked, precise leap through that sundered window.
"You're all free now." Fei Long assures the workers, "I am Fei Long; and this is Johnny Cage. We're going to make sure you have a place to live, somewhere far from the vengeance of bullies; this is a new chance, to live free, to hone your will and your body to health and the martial arts; to stand up to injustice like this!"
It's a little pandering. It's also very generous, and almost carefully planned after all. Does Cage dare argue? There isn't a camera, but the quiet consideration hangs there. "True Kung-fu begins in the heart! We will show you." More offers on their joint behalf. Poor Johnny. In the distance, sirens gradually grow. It takes a lot to get first responders out to Outer Sunshine; but a growing inferno is on the list.
COMBATSYS: Fei Long gains composure.
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[JOHNNY CAGE]
Johnny Cage is doing that thing where he follows Fei Long again. His movements are, as usual, a bit more dramatic and down to the wire as flames come from this way and that way and it ends up being a few too many close calls before he ends up squeezing through that window as well. He comes out the other end looking cool and singed and his arms are all out too. Fanservice for all!%RHe's watching the building go up and flames while Fei Long gives the pandering speech. It's not until Long's done before Johnny whirls back around to see the rest of them. "Uh. Yeah. Whatever he just said, you can bet on it. The check's definitely in the mail. Etc." Johnny shrugs his way through trying to keep up with whatever Fei Long just promised those folks. Which is why Fei Long gets a stage-whisper, "You'll fill me in later, right?"
Johnny's not listening to any of this craziness but is more focused on singling out the hottest of the workers and making 'call me' hands at them. "Yeah, true kung-fu begins in the heart. Exactly." Johnny Cage blows a kiss to another one of those worker babes. These are the things that Johnny Cage deals with when there's no cameras to keep his attention.
COMBATSYS: Johnny Cage checks his pager.
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[FEI LONG]
"It's not enough to be a hero where everyone can see." Fei Long offers, somewhat obliquely, in murmur back to Cage.
Enraptured and running high on adrenaline from the lifesaving, life-changing efforts, it doesn't take too long to calm the youngest and most addled among the trafficked workers, and they're rather willing to accompany the two stars-- who draw murmurs of recognition and admiration-- up the road. To a waiting bus. It's driven by a rather large, rather old Chinese man who smiles warmly at Fei Long; and all those accompanying him.
Up the road a short drive is an old run down motel, where every room has been booked out by the Flying Dragon's people as a momentary respite for those exploited. It's a start. It's in that lot that almost all of said workers gather, pumping fists, calling encouragement, and quietly making bets with what little they have as Fei Long beckons Cage to square off in the parking lot.
"Man to man. No show to put on. Only Kung-fu to display. Everyone can hone themselves; body and spirit and mind. Everyone can rise above, take solace in the freedom of discipline and self-improvement!" On gracefully dancing feet, Fei Long drops into a fluid ready stance, breathing deeply, steadily, muscles taut and ready, his momentum ever shifting. Be like the water.
With a wolfish grin, Fei Long gently goads, "I trust you're warmed up by now, Hollywood."
COMBATSYS: Fei Long has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Johnny Cage 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Fei Long
[JOHNNY CAGE]
"So wait a damn minute. Let me get this straight..." Uh oh. "You make me run across half a forgotten city, fight psychos in an exploding warehouse of death, ride a horribly cramped bus, and worst of all... leave my sunglasses to explode!... and /now/ you wanna' fight?!" Johnny Cage rolls his eyes and gives himself a shake of the head. "You make absolutely no sense. But alright."
Johnny Cage grins and takes a couple of steps back, getting into his own fluid stance of fighting preparation. It's all about always being ready to throw down. He may not have the same thrill seeking adrenaline rush going on that Fei Long may be dealing with. "This isn't gonna' sound as cool as it did earlier but..." There's another moment of dramatic pause. "Let's Dance."
Johnny wastes no more time and just leads with his foot as he aims a quick kick in the direction of Fei Long as he makes his swift approach for the battling... AFTER ALMOST DYING SO MUCH.
COMBATSYS: Fei Long interrupts Front Kick from Johnny Cage with Shienkyaku EX.
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Johnny Cage 1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1 Fei Long
[FEI LONG]
"The martial arts are a //lifestyle//, Holly Wood." Fei Long explains again, as if put upon. These soft celebrities, it never ends. "We fought for justice, now we fight to truly know one another, and to inspire those who need it most." There's merit to the idea that such training and expertise elevates one's self; it hardly ends at Fei Long himself, nor with their progenitor, that Legendary Dragon.
"Too many lines, Johnny Cage!" Fei Long insists, "Life is no rote! You must learn to improvise, the movie magic we will make is a matter of moments and sincerity!" Case in point. The Flying Dragon holds nothing back, the water shifts, the tide rolls in, and a singular, forceful wave rushes in to announce it.
Stalwart, defiant, a concrete roadblock to the charging American Dragon, Fei Long lunges low, coming in braced against Cage's kick and taking it squarely on one shoulder, even as he lashes out with a flying foot, a near totally vertical onslaught that sees Cage driven skyward before the warhead of the Flying Dragon's fiery right foot, a skyrocketing kick led on that coursing wave of focused flame, adding heat to Cage's previous singing! "YAAAAAAA-- HYAAAA!!!"
[JOHNNY CAGE]
"How the hell did you take the fun out of martial arts?"
That's the only thing Cage gets to say as he's taken into the air and met with some violent obliteration of his chin and the flames of justice that lay into him much like the flames from before. The good news is that he's already been pretty burned so some of this gets numbed but the kick is what really rocks Cage out of his safe little world.
Cage's body (eventually) collides with the parking lot which has absolutely no give. Something cracks, either a bone or the pavement, it's hard to tell. Still, Cage is not completely down even if he's bleeding internally, bruised, and burned. And he's also kind of still on fire a bit. Wardrobe really is going to be pissed.
It takes him a few moments but Cage gets himself up to his feet and tries to shake off that vicious brutality. He's wobbly but his hands are up so he's not about to give in. "Alright. Guess we're not playin' nice. I see." Cage is grinning even though he's quipping those words. "I go your movie magic right here, bro." Cage grabs a camera out of his pocket (don't try to figure out how it got in there) and takes a quick photo of Fei Long from this mid-distance away. Or, rather, the picture snapping is just n excuse to send the flash into going so that maybe the Flying Dragon can see a few spots!
It'll also give Johnny a second to get the ringing out of his ears.
COMBATSYS: Fei Long blocks Johnny Cage's Say Cheese.
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[FEI LONG]
"You are not having fun?" Fei Long seems legit surprised at this, for whatever reason. A big part of it is probably the adrenaline high of living clean, and adventuring hard; death-defying moments and all. It seems to fuel him, a fiery and willful muse indeed.
The Flying Dragon descends far more gracefully than Cage, landing deftly on soft-soled shoes, simple martial arts fare from another era crafted from the finest materials, form-fitted for Fei Long's foots. Johnny gets quite the candid of the Flying Dragon /almost/ managing to shield his eyes from the overly intense flash, and then Fei shakes his damn head. "Ah yes, this is the inspiring "US Tourist" attack." Fei explains to the spectators; to some laughter.
"And this is what the world wishes to do to him." In a blurring rush, Fei Long lunges ahead, and glides in low, leading with a slamming right elbow. The intent is to crash that boney appendage squarely into Cage's solar plexus, and then twist counter-clockwise into an arm grab, and then an overhead flip that could see Johnny slammed solidly into the asphalt of the motel parking lot with a fervent, "HAAAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Johnny Cage fails to counter Combo Grapple from Fei Long with Sweep The Leg.
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Johnny Cage 1/---====/=======|=======\======-\1 Fei Long
[JOHNNY CAGE]
Johnny Cage can see that Fei Long is headed in his direction and as the camera gets put away, there's time for a quick flashback.
He's standing in front of his sensei in this here flashback sequence and his nose is bleeding. It looks like he's been getting roughed up and that sensei straight up tells him to 'Sweep The Leg'. Johnny's face gets a little confused as if he doesn't want to do it but a glare from said sensei has him nodding along: 'Yes Sensei'. It's sort of an abridged flashback because Fei Long is coming in hot.
Johnny grins as he almost allows Fei Long to get in close. He feints one way for the block and aims to go for the full on sweep, giant grin on his face because he's read this completely...
WRONG!
ELBOW TO THE SOLAR PLEXUS and Johnny Cage is rocked right out of his mental capacity for, well, doing anything else but standing there for the tirade of viciousness that comes at him from Fei Long's fury. Cage's arm is grabbed up and he doesn't even know he's being flipped until his body collides with that pavement once again. More things crack at this moment, likely his bones /and/ the pavement this time. There's an intense and deep groan that comes from Cage as he doesn't even try to roll back to his feet this time.
That abridged sensei appears in his subconscious this time, 'Just stay down. Damn.'
[FEI LONG]
"Cage." Fei Long inquires with subtle empathy, something between concern and imploring. "It has been too long since you pushed yourself, I see. We can fix that easily. Breathe, focus, find your tenacity!" The man could have had a brilliant career as a personal trainer, and it's little wonder he's as driven as he is, really.
"You have spirit, you have strength, but one must be always mindful of keeping their edge; honed like the precision of the finest blade." It's for the benefit of anyone nearby he might compell to pursue the Martial Arts as much as Johnny himself; but that doesn't make it any less valid!
"Get up. Buckle down. Fight harder. Nothing you face is like the climb ahead of every one of these people gathered here today!" It might be a good thing the drone camera was willfully ditched; one wouldn't want the Flying Dragon's play for THIS crowd to get out. Maybe.
"Together, we can both become better fighters; and spread the arts of Jeet Kune Do and Hiten-ryu even more fully to the corners of the Earth. Think of the film potential, and the impact it could make. Two Dragons. East and West." Some kind of Twin Dragon Encounter. The crowd is pretty unanimous on this idea.
COMBATSYS: Fei Long takes no action.
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Johnny Cage 1/---====/=======|=======\=======\1 Fei Long
[JOHNNY CAGE]
Cage is still on the ground with the groaning and such. He really has been feeling it through this spar and even some lingering pain from the previous adventure that happened, oh, maybe fifteen minutes ago. Max. All he hears as he tries to move around so he can figure out how to get back up to his feet, is Fei Long spouting off comment after comment after comment.
"Y'know..." Cage groans as he gets himself up to his feet. "You're gonna' run out of fortune cookies, eventually." Another quip of banter as Cage finally finds his footing again. He focuses up and tries to see only a single Fei Long but with the way his vision is, this may be a bit harder than he thought.
Cage is still a little out of it, and bleeding quite a bit, before he takes off in a half step and half turn to aim what is likely a lopsided roundhouse at Fei Long. It's going to take him a moment to get his groove back. If he even had it at all during this here impromptu battle...
COMBATSYS: Fei Long parries Johnny Cage's Roundhouse!
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Johnny Cage 1/---====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Fei Long
[FEI LONG]
"So, no artistry of dual dragons?" Fei Long seems disappointed. Even if Cage is simply too rattled to fully register what's going on, just now. The Hong Kong prodigy has that effect on people often.
"Tenacity, Cage!" Fei Long reiterates. "Step it up, push the envelope, never surrender." Oh, Fei Long has PLENTY of fortune cookies, he'd have you know. ALL the fortune cookies. His HEART is pure and full for fortune.
"That's what gets you everywhere in life; that's what lets you film a continuous one-shot as you fight seventy men through an urban hellscape without missing a /beat/ or pausing to rig a single wire!" The man has a vision. And that vision is full of fiery kung fu. Case in point. Cage's leg reaves air with a violent, if wobbly roundhouse. Like water, Fei Long flows beneath it, a rush of receding rapids in a low, ducking weave.
"Where do you come from, Johnny? What holds /you/ back?" The defensively flippant posture in the legit gold-hearted, talented warrior. The joker superimposed over the defiant fighter. Fei Long is not ashamed to show the intrigue.
Nor does he hesitate in /exploding/ out of his weave, point blank, into four low uppercuts, all aligned with alternating sides of Cage's ribcage, each carrying Fei Long's full weight dashing, blurring forward as he seeks to deliver that quartet of breadbasket knucklebusters, then spin a full three-hundred and sixty degrees and drive a backhand sheathed in roaring fire directly into Cage's kisser. "YAAA! HYAA!!! REKKA--- HAAAA-TAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"
COMBATSYS: Fei Long successfully hits Johnny Cage with Rekkashinken EX.
- Power hit! -
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Johnny Cage 1/---<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>---\-------\0 Fei Long
[JOHNNY CAGE]
"What. Are. You. TALKING ABOUT!"
Johnny Cage is one of those fools that people find themselves suffering because he doesn't actually pay attention to anything that's not involving him gaining new fans or making money or anything like that. Which means having this conversation while trying to not get killed by the man he just saved a warehouse full of people for...
And that's when it becomes clear. Johnny's eyes light up in the middle of this moment. A moment of realization that means Johnny Cage is not as focused as he should be on his opponent. "You son of a Dragon. You set me up." Johnny Cage is in the middle of wagging a finger in Fei Long's direction. "Well played, buddy. Well play--"
And that's about the time that Johnny Cage forgets that he's awake. Because the lightning quick movements of Fei Long as much too rapid for the wobbly Cagemeister to defend. He tries to bring his arms across him in a cross motion but by the time he's swinging them, Fei Long's already in his personal bubble. Johnny Cage has just a moment to look at the crowd gathered with a 'This is going to hurt' expression on his face. And then that's when the hurt actually starts happening.
Fist after Fist after Furious First after Furious Fist slams into the body of Johnny Cage. Ribs crack after each blow and there's likely much more blood flowing through the inside of his body than before at this point. Blood oozes from Cage's mouth as Fei Long goes into that crazy spin. The flaming backhand smacks right into Cage's face and now we're going to be taking a flight on Air The Worst One. Buckle up, brats.
Johnny Cage's body is gone. Well, not exactly. But it's airborne and sailing end over end over end over another end before it smacks into something hard and unmoving. More things crunch and then his body hits the ground. Tenaciously? Regardless, that's a wrap for Johnny Cage. He's not getting back up. Any time soon. And make-up is /really/ going to have to do a number on him. Snakes on a Train is going to be on one serious delay.
Also: K! O!
COMBATSYS: Johnny Cage signs an autograph.
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COMBATSYS: Johnny Cage can no longer fight.
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Log created on 19:43:19 03/25/2022 by Fei Long, and last modified on 23:23:02 03/26/2022.