Description: It's Mr. Big vs Kula! (Winner: Mr. Big)
Honestly, Kula Diamond doesn't have much experience in the downtown of Southtown. The girl has primarily remained in the outskirts of the town, taking the bus back and forth to anywhere she needs to go. However, sometimes Kula dozes off on the bus, and misses her stop without realizing it. And it's at the downtown bus stop, a very sleepy Kula Diamond sips a cherry cola as she waits for the next bus to come and take her back towards her apartment. Sure, in the amount of time it takes for the bus to arrive and hit the other stops, she could probably walk home, but then she'd have no reason to own this bus pass!
The girl is still dressed in her school uniform, causing her to get some strange looks from the business people around her. Even moreso, she has a medal pinned to her sleeve which causes people to doubletake. This blonde-haired waif of a girl, a fighter? ...sure. She /looks/ familiar...but most people are too used to Kula having blue hair to pick her out of a lineup.
The rhythmic sound of a walking cane striking the pavement echoes down the street as the lubricious Mr. Big makes his way down the busy Downtown street towards, as it happens, Kula and her bus stop. Dressed in a very expensive looking merlot colored suit, along with matching hat, fur-lined coat, shoes, and cane, the Glittering Sultan of Southtown casually strides down the boulevard, and boy does he ever glitter. Rings on his hands, diamonds in his ears and a platinum watch on his wrist, the Diamond Don practically sparkles in the sun as he strolls. As if all of this finery isn't enough, to top it all off he wears a large platinum and diamond medallion around his neck... with a tournament medal set right in the middle! As he passes by Kula sitting on the bus stop bench, Mr. Big gives her a curious glance, his eyes drinking her in from behind his designer glasses. With a wolfish smile Mr. Big hardly breaks stride as he turns towards her and bows his head a little, tapping the brim of his hat politely with his cane, well, as politely as one can manage while scoping out a teenage schoolgirl.
Kula has never even heard of the phrase that would describe Mr. Big, so the look she gives when he gets her attention is one of wide-eyed amazement. So much shininess, so much sparkle! ...for a moment, Kula wonders if the circus is in town. It's the only other thing she can think of where people wear outfits that are so shiny.
The lack of comedic music around them, though, makes Kula think otherwise, and as she dazzles at Big before her, her eyes fall on the medal. "Oh." Her eyes look back up to his face, and she smiles. "Um, ehr...hi? Are you..." She starts to point to the medal on his medallion, but instead points to the one on her sleeve. "Um, about the...these?" She hasn't had a lot of experience with challenges yet. Maybe an introduction is in order. "Um, I'm Kula. Hi."
Mr. Big is about to turn back around and continue on his way when Kula first speaks up, causing him to jerk himself to a stop. "Huh?" He asks as his eyes finally settle on the medal pinned to her sleeve. "Oh! You're a fighter?" he asks as a curious eyebrow peaks above his sunglasses. Taking a couple steps towards the bus stop, Mr. Big plants the tip of his staff firmly on the pavement beneath their feet and rests both palms on its hilt. "Of course you are!" he adds with an all-too-friendly grin. "Hey, you wouldn't want to compete for mine, would you?" he asks as he lifts a finger to the heavy medallion and gives it a spin, causing the tournament medal to spin round and round. "I have to tell you though; I'm not a very serious fighter. It's more a hobby really..." he warns Kula oh so very sincerely.
"Oh, a hobby?" Kula smiles a bit. It's good to meet someone who isn't as deeply involved in fighting as the other people she's met. "That's nice. I fight more for a hobby than anything else, too." ...well, that and when NESTS commands it. But she doesn't do it for glory, like, say, Benimaru. She stands up, and dusts off her school uniform to smoothen it out. "I suppose I could! ...er, if you don't mind." He is bigger than her, so it's not likely she'll underestimate him. Vice-versa, though... "Um...I'm not sure if we're allowed to fight here or not, but...um."
Mr. Big's grin grows as she agrees to fight. "Oh, no, I think fighting here would be fine. This /is/ an official tournament, right? I'm sure we'll gather a crowd, but what's wrong with a little free entertainment, right?" he asks, flashing his perfect teeth in what he hopes is a friendly manner, though it might come off as more than a little predatory. Stepping back onto the wide sidewalk, Mr. Big motions with his cane for Kula to join him, "Here, you can start off. ...Kula, right? Don't worry though, I may be old and have a cane, but I'm pretty tough. Don't hold back, okay?" He assures her. His eyes flash with humor as he speaks, so it's a good thing his sunglasses are covering them. "May the best umm... person win," he adds before motioning to her once more.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has started a fight here.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Kula has joined the fight here.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Kula nods, and sets her schoolbag down next to the bench and her soda so it'll stay safe during the fight. Pity the poor person who tries to steal from Kula Diamond. She adjusts her gloves as they go, and then says, "Okay, but, I hope you won't hold back on me! ...it's only fair." She smiles at him, and then glances around, hoping to spot th- Ah, there they are. Sure enough, the ninja TV crew is in spot to record the fight between the two.
Kula closes her eyes and focuses for a moment, and her hair shifts quickly to blue as water condenses around her and freezes to the long locks. Then she shifts her stance, watching Mr. Big for a moment, and then runs forward to test a quick kick against him, seeing how fast his reflexes are. Mind the chill that comes with the kick, Big!
.. Curious.. Kula was supposed to be showing up elsewhere; Candy Diamond tended to know her 'younger sisters' mannerisms very well. It's usually about that time she takes the bus to the sweets shop for her daily lolipop.
Needless to say when Kula doesn't show up, she's a bit worried, moving quickly to try and find the Ice Queen. Actually a couple blocks away from where the battle is about to ensue, she actually manages to 'see' Kula, an eyebrow slightly raised. Who was that man? Was she about the fight another medal tournament?
This was a good opportunity to observe the unfamiliar man.
Congratulations Big, you may already be a clone candidate!
... Well. Maybe not. That'd just be scary.
COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Mr.Big with Light Kick.
Glancing Blow
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Kula 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Mr. Big's jaw practically drops to the ground as the ice grows on Kula's hair. "What the hell?" He mutters to himself. "This ain't no normal schoolgirl..." he sighs as she runs towards him. Stepping to the side to avoid her kick, Mr. Big frowns sullenly. He was sure this was going to be an easy win. Sure enough, the kick flies past the his ribs as he dodges to the side, but he cries out in surprise as the frigid chi wafting off of the kick brushes up against his side, leaving behind a frosty patch on his vest and a throbbing ache in his side. "Damn!" he exclaims as he stumbles back.
"What the he-" he begins to shout at Kula, pointing his finger towards the girl, but stops short when he notices the cameras trained on the pair. "Uhh... Wow... good shot!" Mr. Big exclaims with ersatz enthusiasm, his smile bigger than ever. "Show me what else you can do!" he adds as he breaks his cane into two pieces with a mechanical click and strikes his usual, lounging fight stance, his weight resting over his back foot.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big focuses on his next action.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Yeah, the ice usually catches most people off-guard. And remember, Big, don't make the ninja TV crew censor you, or they will. With prejudice. Even Kula's afraid of them. She slides to a stop, skating across a small frozen patch that forms under her feet, and then pushes off to skate towards him again, clasping her hands together. A ball of ice forms around them, and Kula spins as she leans to slide past Big, hoping to catch him in the chest with the weight at the end of her arms. It's...really her only way to get much 'oomph' behind her punches.
COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Mr.Big with Medium Punch.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
His eyebrows jutting up in surprise as Kula skates towards him, forming a ball of ice over her hands, Mr. Big starts to plant off of his left foot, attempting to dart out of the way of her punch. "Gah!" he shouts as his shoe slips on a patch of ice on the pavement, stumbling slightly and leaving him very vulnerable to her icy assault. Doubling over slightly as the punch connects with his torso, Mr. Big's lips twitch up into a sneer as he quickly straightens and leaps back out of her range. "Another good one..." he practically growls as he ducks slightly.
"Here, let me try..." he mutters as he lowers his shoulder and charges straight for the ice princess. As he closes the distance with Kula, Mr. Big quickly lashes out with his left baton, swinging it up towards her chest before leaping into the air and bringing his right baton around for a reverse grip uppercut to her jaw, which should be more than enough momentum to lift her into the air with him if it should connect.
COMBATSYS: Kula blocks Mr.Big's California Romance.
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Kula 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Well.. That was an... Interestingly dressed man. There was something about the ensamble that bothered the semi-goth, but she couldn't tell what. As a crowd starts to form about the two combatants, Candy feels better about getting closer to the action. As usual (at least compared to lately), Kula has been in top form doing well in all her fights thus far. She hoped that soon, Kulas 'killer instinct' might awaken a little as a result of these battles.
Kula's arms raise up as she braces herself for the attacks. It doesn't look like the frail girl should really be able to /take/ a hit from someone Big's size, but as said before, appearances can be deceiving. Her arms quickly move to block the strikes, small shields of ice shaping around her forearms like gauntlets to protect her. The blows make her slide back on the ground, and Kula cringes a bit from the pain that travels up her arms. The girl quickly scampers back, and takes a few deep breaths as she rubs one forearm. Then she lifts a hand to her mouth, looking for all intentions like she's about to blow Big a kiss. However, instead of that, she blows, sending a sudden gust of wind at him, along with some small shards of ice and snow mixed in to chip away at him. Hopefully, it'll also get him to keep his distance.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big overcomes Diamond Breath from Kula with Double Ground Blaster.
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Kula 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Twitching an eyebrow as Kula puts her hand to his mouth, a smirk rises to his mouth as she seems about to blow him a kiss. Opening his mouth as if to make some sort of lewd comment, Mr. Big instead closes it quickly as the icy blast rushes towards him, the ice shards glinting prettily in the sun as the streak through the air.
Quickly whipping his right baton up from his waist like a standing uppercut, Mr. Big's baton sparks faintly as waist-high gout of flaming chi erupts from the ground and streaks towards the cloud. Not wasting any time, Mr. Big quickly follows the first motion up with a second from his left baton, sending another blast trailing after the first. As the first lick of flame makes contact with the icy cloud there is a faint sizzling sound as the heat wafting up from the flame melts the ice and snow, fizzling out the flame with the resulting water drops. Kula's attack now properly disposed of; Mr. Big smirks happily as he watches the second blast race onwards towards the girl. "I though you might like to warm up a little, you look cold..." he says with a grin.
COMBATSYS: Kula fails to reflect Double Ground Blaster from Mr.Big with Counter Shell.
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Kula 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Kula's eyes widen a bit as her sparkly attack gets eliminated. She didn't think it was that big a deal to use it! ...maybe her opponent thought he was already sparkly enough to begin with. ...though, that diamond keeps catching Kula's eye. ...not like she'd ever be able to have one like that, though. The girl's caught off guard as the second attack rushes towards her, and quickly tries to bring a barrier of ice up at her feet to stop it, but the blow rips through the frozen water and Kula falls over, steam rising from her as the ice on her melts. She...really wonders how so many people she fights can use fire. Ow. She grits her teeth as she rolls over and pushes herself up, getting back into her fighting stance to see what Big does next.
"Hah!" Mr. Big shouts as he finally scores his first solid hit. "This is more like it!" Rushing towards Kula once more, Mr. Big quickly snaps together his batons in mid-stride, and then grips down on one end, choking up on the staff like a baseball player. "No little girl is gunna get the best of Mr. Big!" he yells, seeming to forget his mild mannered facade. Grunting with exertion, Mr. Big swings the staff towards Kula's head like a major leaguer trying to hit one out of the park. This might sting a little.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Kula with Fierce Strike.
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Kula 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
Yeah. It stings a bit. The blow catches Kula as she tries to duck the blow, but the flame seems to have slowed her reaction slightly. The impact knocks her off her feet and onto the ground, causing her to slide across the pavement. For Big's sake, she better get up. It'd be awful if he just killed a girl on camera. There's a moment of silence before the girl pushes herself up to her hands and knees, blood running down her face as she looks at Big. And she doesn't look happy. The air around the two fighters suddenly plummets as Kula's hair completely crystalizes over. The blood on her face does as well, falling off and shattering onto the ground. She raises one hand and then slams it onto the ground, causing a spear of ice to erupt out of the pavement, pointed towards Big, followed by another, and another, and another, a line of them erupting one after the other in a line towards the big man. ...this might sting a little.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Kula's Diamond Edge.
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Kula 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
"Ohshi-" Mr. Big mouths as the trail of huge ice spikes violently jut out of the ground towards him. Crouching as the profane barrage nears; Mr. Big seems to wait until the last second before leaping to the side and rolling safely out of the way. Leaping quickly to his feet, Mr. Big dusts himself off and turns to the camera. "Yeah, I wasn't worried for a second." He assures the television audience with a pistolfinger. Never mind the nervous bead of sweat hanging from his brow.
Anyway, back to the fight! "You know, you shouldn't feel bad kid," Mr. Big tells her as he walks towards her. "You put on a good show. The kiddies at home are loving this." Bringing his thumb up to his chest, Mr. Big motions towards himself with a grin. "But you never had any chance going up against me. Haven't you heard? I'm Mr. Big. I'm unbeatable." Picking up his speed slightly, there seems to be a slight glow peeking out curiously from behind his glasses as he nears Ms. Diamond. The hair begins to rise a bit on Mr. Big's arms as his batons begin to glow with a faint light, almost as if they're charged with some sort of energy, and Kula might feel the same as her hair follows suit, charged with static electricity.
"Don't look so shocked," he chastises with a wolfish grin as a huge arc of cobalt electricity flashes to life between his batons and begins to dance up and down the shafts. "This will all be over soon," he finishes as he thrusts the batons towards Kula's head. Should the arc of electricity make contact with her a huge thunderclap with sound as a large electrical explosion with detonate from between his batons, likely flinging the girl back through the air as the tremendous energy is discharged.
COMBATSYS: Kula reflects Blaster Wave from Mr.Big with Counter Shell.
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Kula 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Mr.Big with Reflected Blaster Wave.
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Kula 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Kula's slipped into what those who know her at NESTS call 'What we were hoping for.' The silent, deadly Kula who doesn't seem willing to hesitate or hold back. She doesn't even move as the batons are thrust forward, but there's a quick flash of something sparkly...
And then an earthshattering kaboom.
When the dust clears, though...there's no sign of Kula. Instead, what took the blow was a huge wall of ice that sprung up at the last second to take the impact. Kula's fought Benimaru and beat him almost every time, she knows how to handle electricity. The girl stands up, and presses a hand against the ice, making the bottom crack open and lift up. Her foot then comes up and kicks at the ice, making it fly with more force than anybody would have imagined the girl capable of.
Grunting in pain as the ice flies at him and knocks him off of his feet, Mr. Big growls as he lifts himself to a knee. "...you're going to pay for that kid..." Mr. Big promises as he pulls himself to his feet, his chest heaving slightly. Stalking towards Kula yet again, Mr. Big's gait is strong and unrelenting as he marches up to her and thrusts his batons at her neck, attempting to clench her around the throat, using the sticks to scissor her under the chin and lift her into the air. "You shoulda gave up," he'll whisper if he's able to get a hold of her, then he'll flip her around and slam her into the ground headfirst.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Kula with Million Dollar Buster.
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Kula 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
Big's gone and assumed something incorrectly. He's assumed Kula knows _how_ to give up. The girl is easily hefted into the air, and brought back down, but she rolls out of it to take the brunt of the impact on her back, and keeps rolling before she turns around and eyes Big cautiously. Crouching down on all fours (if anybody watching even cares about fanservice, they have some messed up priorities), she taps the ground once and then pushes forward again, and jumps to grab hold of one of Big's arms. At that moment, a column of ice erupts from under one of his feet to throw him off balance, and let Kula shift her weight and create a shell of ice on her back to flip him over onto his head.
COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Mr.Big with Medium Throw.
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Kula 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
Groaning softly as his head rebounds off of the pavement painfully and sends his sunglasses flying across the road, Mr. Big stirs for a few seconds before lifting himself back to his feet. "Screw this..." Mr. Big growls as he reaches up to his medallion and tears it off of his neck, tossing it to the ground. "Now it's personal." His tournament medal now disregarded on the ground, the Chrome Dome Don simply stands quietly, his now revealed eyes boring holes into Kula as he stares at her. Suddenly, Mr. Big's eyes flash brightly with cobalt light and a barely visible web of electricity seems to pulse in his gaze. But still her remains motionless.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big gathers his will.
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Kula 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Mr.Big
Kula simply skates a bit from side to side on the concrete, leaving small ice trails behind her. A quick twist of her head makes some of her ice-coated hair crack, and tiny shards of ice land on the ground. The girl grins at the look on Big's face, and pushes forward suddenly, leaning down to grab the medallion and toss it up into the air. She spins around and reaches up to catch it, and continues her charge towards Big. She doesn't want it to get lost, after all. Approaching him, she suddenly spins around and aims her fist at his chest. No ice fists, no surges of chi, no nothing. Just her hand going *thump* against his chest with all the impact of a thrown stuffed animal, one foot lifted off the ground.
Kula blinks for a moment, and even looks confused before there's that flash in her eyes that says she has a plan. And at that moment, she stomps her foot down on the ground, releasing a sudden burst of chi. The ground rumbles, and then cracks open under big, a surge of water erupting from the water main Kula just burst. The hand against his chest immediately focuses her chi, condensing the ice around him into a nice solid coffin. It won't hold someone that big for long...but maybe long enough.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Kula's Ice Coffin.
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Kula 0/-------/--=====|=======\=====--\1 Mr.Big
Mr. Big's expression doesn't change at all as the water jets around him and the ice forms around him. He's too busy hating Kula. The ice coffin isn't around him for more than a few seconds before a bright glow flashes from inside the block of ice and cracks appear in the frozen capsule, cracks that quickly widen and shatter, sending ice shards flying in all directions.
Roaring with anger as he bursts from the coffin like so many Kool-aid men, Mr. Big's batons are already charged as he leaps; a thick rope of electricity that dancing violently up and down the sticks. This time, however, the electrical arc is much bigger and wilder. Mr. Big's large muscles seem to ripple under the pressure of trying to keep his batons under control as the captured bolt of lightning tries to escape.
Lunging towards Kula, his rage filled voice climbing in octave, Mr. Big attempts to blow her up with electricity once more. If at first you don't succeed, do it bigger and better next time. If he manages to break the arc with her this time, not only with the huge thunderclap blow her back, but it will probably fling him away too, as well as break every window on the downtown city block.
COMBATSYS: Kula fails to reflect MAX Blaster Wave from Mr.Big with Counter Shell.
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COMBATSYS: Kula can no longer fight.
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Kula, having vented her rage for a bit, hops back when the water hardens around Big, and she slumps down to one knee, taking several deep breaths. The ice on her hair cracks a few more times, and she looks a bit more like her old Kula self when Big breaks free. The girl stands up weakly when he rushes forward, and kicks down to make another barrier of ice rise up, and it does...unfortunately, she's weak enough that it's only about an inch thick, which Big himself is able to punch right through.
The explosion sends Kula flying backwards, screaming in pain as it rips through her, and she skips off the top of a parked car and crashes through a large glass window even as it was breaking from the effect. Things settle down, dust clears, and the only person left on the street is Big. Kula? She's lying limp pressed against a desk she plowed into, surrounded by broken glass, paper, and blood. Oh, and Big's medallion a few feet away. She's not dead...but could probably use an ambulance.
Flung backwards by the force backlash of his own attack, Mr. Big's large form is stopped by a nearby car, the impact he makes as he crashes into it crunching it up quite nicely. Moaning softly as he pushes himself to his feet, Mr. Big shakes his head a few times as he tries to knock the cobwebs loose. "It was worth it..." he mutters as he wearily walks over to where Kula lay and bends down to pick up his medallion. Plucking the medal out of the center, also stoops down to retrieve the medal hanging on Kula's sleeve as well, depositing both medals in his jacket pocket.
Eyeing the empty medallion for a scant second, Mr. Big gives it a flick and starts the spinner spinning. "Peh," he mutters before tossing the gaudy thing on Kula's chest and turning to leave the store by its broken window. Snapping his two batons back into one staff, Mr. Big ignores the ninja camera crew as the swarm around the bloody scene, and continues walking down the street, his staff striking the pavement rhythmically as he strolls down the street.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has ended the fight here.
Log created by Kula, and last modified on 11:32:47 11/11/2005.