Description: The Beast of Flame makes a less-than-favorable impression upon the owner of Southtown. (Winner: Geese)
White Arena
Though the inner arena is the smaller of the two, the White Arena is no
less impressive than its brother the Red Arena, meant more for smaller, more
traditional fights. Spectator seating ranges around the oval fighting arena,
stretching up to top box seats which are built into the ceiling, giving those
that want to pay extra a rare bird's-eye view of the fighting. The lower
seating doesn't suffer though, the architecture carefully designed so that no
seat is too far away. (If you've ever been in an IMAX theater, this is much
the same.)
The fighting arena itself is completely bare of any obstacles or marking,
the floor sanded wood to resemble a dojo and to give fighters proper
traction. As Ken Masters is quite familiar with the power many fighters can
exhibit, the arena is separated from the seating with glass coated to reduce
glare, affording the spectators an excellent yet safe view. At the far ends
of the arena, doors which look like part of the wall when closed allow the
fighters to enter.
Sleep was more or less irrelevant at this point, not that he did much of
it anyway. NESTS was a kind of conditioning, a mindset more so than just an
organization. They'd trained him to keep his eyes wide open and alert for days
at a time. Considering what he was originally meant to do, he'd have found a lot
of use for such an ability in hindsight, but now, attempting to pretend to be a
normal person, it was kind of irritating. Needless to say he'd been walking
about the Arena instead, watching the matches that took place today or spending
time alone, thinking.
Now though, the atmosphere was thick with cheers; every last one of them
for Geese Howard. The few people who cheered for the underdog dark stranger K'
were drown out entirely. The white-haired young man tuned it out easily enough,
making his way through the opening door, stepping out into the open arena, the
hardwood floor shining and reflecting the overhead lights back at him. K' knew
that the fight would rely on attitude; he had to stay focused, be unshakeable.
His sunglasses still remained.
Geese must be drawing cheers from those less kindly inclined than the fans of,
say, Athena. He's been a right bastard in every match so far. He showed up with
a cigar the first time, meditating without heed to the fans in the second...but
now, he simply enters the arena. It's a plain entry, very little swagger or
extravagant display. Hands waiting by his side, palms outward in his odd
fighting stance, he looks at K', and speaks.
"Finally, someone I can appreciate."
"Save it," K' spits back at Geese immediately, eyes locking on him from
behind sunglasses. His hands moved up and disappeared into his pockets nigh
instinctively, body leaning back at the waist, assuming a near coiled position,
like a snake ready to strike, his expression plain, lacking any kind of
eagerness or even reluctance. K' was just K'. While he looked a lot like
Krizalid, that was about as far as that similiarity went. Rotating his shoulders
a long beat afterwards and pushing most of his weight onto one foot, K' reaches
a hand up, pulling the sunglasses from his eyes.
"I'm nobody important." The sunglasses disappear into that leather jacket
of his, "But I did see what you did to Rock. I can't respect a person who would
do that to their own flesh and blood." K's hands come up in that subtle
flourish, assuming his loose stance, "So skip the formalities and let's just get
to it, old man. I got shit to do."
COMBATSYS: K' has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: K' focuses on his next action.
COMBATSYS: Geese has joined the fight here.
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Geese 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 K'
Geese is disgusted. Before K' even finishes talking, Geese is looking off to the
side as if avoiding looking at the scene of a brutal wreck. "It's too bad...I
thought you were smarter than that. You were someone I wanted to honestly see
working for me."
Geese returns his attention to the fight, "But I see you're a hypocrite. Ranting
at me, when you tore into that Kasugano clown the way you did." Then he swings
one arm upward, followed by the other. "Double Reppuken!" A blue wave of chi
nearly as tall as Geese himself forms, racing along the ground. It's going to
gouge out chunks of the arena floor on its own, but Geese is really hoping it
will 'gouge chunks' out of K', too.
COMBATSYS: Geese successfully hits K' with Double Reppuken.
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Geese 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 K'
Expecting anger in return to what he'd said earlier, the response given
is slightly surprising. Did that change much? Not necessarily. K' would be K'
despite anything said or done, thus he offers Geese a disgusted grunt. Not for
the comment about working for him either, but for the one involving his being a
hypocrite. "Don't get it twisted," K' barks right back, hands clenching into
fists before opening again, his voice leveling out then, losing that bite.
"I said I had no respect for a person like that." Inhaling and exhaling a
harsh breath, K' continues, "That includes myself!" -- His eyes snap wide
however when Geese launches the Double Reppuken his way. He'd seen it done by
Rock in the fight they'd had earlier, but not nearly this fast! It was quicker
even than the ones he'd seen in Geese's earlier matches, or at least that's what
he assumed, now being on the receiving end. He hadn't even time to feel pain;
just a screen of white. The next thing he remembered himself doing was getting
up and burning from head to toe, not from the stolen Kusanagi fire, but from
pain. "Kasugano's an annoyance. So's Rock... but the thing is, Sakura's not my
KID!"
With a whip of his right arm, an oval of fire bursts free, K' hopping
back and launching it at Geese with an extended leg.
COMBATSYS: Geese dodges K''s Second Shoot.
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Geese 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 K'
"He's not my kid anymore, either. And you hate yourself? Good to know you're a
waste of time." Geese makes a long jump clear over the flames, not content to
make this a 'fireball war.' He's descending towards K', hands pistoning back and
forth in a series of palm strikes at his face and chest as he goes.
COMBATSYS: Geese successfully hits K' with Fierce Punch.
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Geese 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 K'
Coming down from the Second Shoot, his feet just barely getting aquainted
with the ground, K' isn't even remotely prepared for the onslaught coming his
way, eyes whipping around from the twisting hop to spot-check Geese. Where the
hell was he!? There weren't a lot of people fast enough to avoid the fireball
strike and the few that did either dodged laterally or ducked, thus K', in his
experience, was prepared for an attack from his flank, eyes flitting left,
right, focusing forward.
It's only at the last possible second that his eyes move straight up, all
of this transpiring within the expanse of a few short miliseconds, when Geese
descends upon him and batters his seemingly frail body to the ground, blood
already flying free from both nose and mouth as his head jerks left and right,
body thumped a number of times. Driven right down to the ground, K' refuses to
stay there long. At least he _wanted_ to refuse to stay there. It was a number
of moments before he even remotely collected himself enough to stand. "Son of a
bitch."
Wiping his face with the back of his half-gloved left hand, K' stares
Geese down, making it back up to stand straight, "Waste of time. Call me what
you like. Y'know what I think is a waste of time? Preaching at somebody you
claim to want nothing to do with- or was that just posturing?" K' says,
indicating the words launched at Rock in his fight against his father. "Y'know
what? Don't even bother answering that. Let's just get this over with."
COMBATSYS: K' focuses on his next action.
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Geese 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 K'
"Agreed." Geese's reply is terse and sharp. "No more words, then." He's kind
enough to let K' stand up, but apparently doesn't want to let K' keep up on his
feet for too long. As soon as K' is completely back up, Geese tries to grab him
and windmill his arms in a sideways throwing motion, completing the gesture by
ending his arms in a sharp pose by his waist. The motion will actually be
followed through even if he fails the grab, and the throw itself is expertly
done but conventional, he's just trying to send K' flying.
COMBATSYS: Geese successfully hits K' with Shinkuu Nage.
- Power hit! -
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Geese 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 K'
He couldn't really call it dizziness, no; more a kind of nausea. Unlike
the stupid bravery that seemed to leak from the eyesockets of many of the
fighters in this worthless tournament, K' had no dillusions of grandeur; had no
thoughts of winning, just surviving. He couldn't believe some of the competitors
in this tiered tournament who willingly jumped into suicide. To a degree it was
somewhat empowering- after all, if they could do it, why not he? But as much as
he wanted to try to fit in to the whole scheme of things, he really couldn't get
past the fact that he fucking hated this. It was pointless.
And here he was getting his face kicked in because of it. He tried to
tell Rock how dumb being a bold moron was and here he was epitomizing and
personifying it. His heart wasn't in it, his head wasn't in it but sadly, his
_ass was_. Something Geese was too willing to help try and dettach for him. When
the Windmill throw comes in, he's more or less a victim to it, unable to step
away and unable to slide to one side. Hoisted by some unseen force and launched
with the immediacy of a speeding projectile fired from the muscle-bound cannon
that was Geese, K' finds himself better filling out the dent previously made by
Geese's son on that same splotch of wall.
A wet gurgling comes from the back of his throat as he's jarred near
stupid by the impact, sliding clear to the ground. Again a number of moments
passed before he was up again, and when he was he regretted it. Things were
broken and he could feel it; pushing past it though, K's hand disappeared into
that leather jacket of his, producing a pair of black Rayban sunglasses.
"Catch."
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Geese with Chain Drive.
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Geese 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 K'
Was it speed? Was it some strange, unforseen ability to displace himself
and reappear in another instant? Or perhaps it only appeared that he disappeared
to the one victimized by the attack? Either way, the flipping lenses drew close,
dangerously close, seemingly blotting out all else and whatever it was that K'
did to destroy the distance between he and Geese, in the next blink of an eye he
was there. What follows is likely the most gruesome display of violence seen in
the arena short of any other fighter who possessed such a tenacious underpinning
of personal malice. K's style was built around it, violence, sheer and
unadulterated; and now Geese was experiencing it first hand.
Geese could stand to pay attention. He bats the sunglasses aside harmlessly,
knowing they can't possibly be dangerous. He's certain it's just cover for a
more decisive attack, and he's right. He's just not guarding the right part of
his body when K' closes in. The first strike hits, dropping his guard completely
and letting K' strike him over and over. The flurry of blows eventually knocks
him down...and when he gets back up, he's lost a lot of 'wind'; that hurt.
Geese doesn't say much. No comment about how good an attack that was, nothing
about being angry. Instead, he gives a very grave statement, "Deadly Rave," and
then is actually gliding along the floor, elbow extended to strike K' in the
gut. Just as K' went into a series of strikes, Geese is also unleashing a
lengthy attack. Punches, kicks, palm strikes, and more rain out in a sequence,
ending in his palms cupping together to shoot out a point-blank, blue chi blast.
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Geese's Deadly Rave.
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Geese 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 K'
When Geese went down, K' turned his head away, spitting upon the arena
floor. Did he have any cocky words? Any vicious rebuttle? Any bragging like some
fighters without the sense of a dog? No. All he had to say was, "You'll live,"
was he happy about that? Hell no. In fact, the very way he said it, the very
expression on his face when he stepped back into his fighting stance just said
all it's own: 'He'll live. Problem is, I probably won't.' - This fight, as he'd
predicted, wasn't going his way and wouldn't go his way. Even though he'd just
hit Geese with his strongest attack, the fact that the man got back up let him
know all that he needed to.
There was no fear in his eyes, no reluctance or even regret. He just
looked the bigger man in his shrewed eyes and gave a completely humorless smirk,
blood still running from the corner of his mouth, a line coming down from his
nose and around his lips to mix with it. The two words that come out of Geese's
mouth next send an eyebrow on the young man up. "I know." Windmilling his own
arms, not in a mocking way but in homage to Geese's authority in this battle, K'
brings his hands together at the apex of that first strike.
It hits him, true, but not with it's full force, his arms and hands
absorbing much of it. The strikes that follow however are just plain all out
brutal. There's no other way to describe it or categorize it. His arms fly up,
bending at the elbows, fists tight and muslces tensed to absorb the strikes he
can, but the ones that slip through hurt ten fold. Ribs broken in, his head
snapped this way and that, body forced to step back, retreating enough ground to
place him near in the wall where he'd previously hit it, still battling for his
life- fighting back those blows.
A particularly deceptive fist slams into his jaw, extending his neck,
lifting him up onto the tips of his toes and spinning him clear around, a
ringlet of blood haloing his body just seconds before that chi blast slams him
into the protective wall, the glass above it shaking, a web of cracks crawling
up nearly reaching it's crest. --- K' rocks back onto his feet, turns clear
around and leans against the wall, slipping down it into a seated position, his
knees bent, hands falling to the ground at his sides. He'd done all he could and
that was prevent Geese from putting him in the ER. -- His eyes were open, he was
staring up at the man, but he wasn't concious.
COMBATSYS: K' takes no action.
COMBATSYS: K' can no longer fight.
COMBATSYS: K' has left the fight here.
Geese waits, once he's knocked K' down. He even pokes at K' with a foot lightly,
and is satisfied. Hands on hips, Geese laughs. He laughs loud, long, and hard.
Geese is delighted at the outcome for the most part. He wanted to cripple K',
perhaps even kill him. But the match is over, and K's defense was sufficient to
prevent the worst of the harm a Deadly Rave can inflict.
Eventually, the laughter subsides. "What a joke. Everyone makes all these grand
speeches against me...and look where it gets them. Someone get this trash out of
here." And without further ado, Geese heads for the arena's entrance/exit door.
He's done.
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Geese 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Geese has ended the fight here.
Log created by Kobun, and last modified on 18:31:24 04/27/2005.