Description: Heavy D! stumbles upon Mr. Big dealing in some shady business. Luckily the Kanzuki Corp. Cameramen were nearby to catch all of the action. (Winner: Mr. Big)
The Harbor...not a good place to be on a Southtown Night. COnsidering the danger of clashing crime syndicates around and shady dealings, people are usually smart enough to stay away from the place. However...some people are more daring than smart. You can count Heavy D! amongst those, as he, in a rush to find some fighting for the medal tournament before the deadline hits, searches the area for anyone shady that JUST might have a medal. Just who could he find out here, though? It doesn't help that it's cold, the boxer forced to zip up his jacket and thrust his hands into his pockets as he searches about.
"So all the shipments are going as planned?" Mr. Big asks a faceless man in a overcoat rhetorically as he hands him back a clipboard. Dressed rather conservatively compared to his usual fare, Mr. Big is still wearing his usual fur lined coat, though this time it is simply worn over a skin tight shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Apparently conducting business is his only concern tonight.
'Yes sir, we only have a few more cargo containers to load and the ships will be ready to leave for Thailand.'
"Excellent," Mr. Big replies as he casually strides over to a nearby crate, the faceless man in tow. "Is this the sample I requested?" he asks as takes up a nearby crowbar and motions to the large container.
'Yes sir. It is all there.'
"Excellent," the Southsynd Don replies once more. Shoving the crowbar under the crate's wooden lid, Mr. Big lifts the heavy cover with an easy wrench. Brushing aside a large pile of packing material to the ground, Mr. Big's mouth erupts into a satisfied smile as he eyes the goods within. "Perfect. You may leave to oversee the loading of the rest of the cargo. You have done well."
'Thank you sir! Thank you!' the man replies proudly as he scurries off to his duties. It is a well known fact that Mr. Big often rewards success just as lavishly as he punishes failure. Turning back to the crate, Mr. Big begins to sift through the container once more, obviously pleased with what he finds.
Well...D! wanted trouble. And trouble he's found. Standing on the edge of the harbor, he bears witness to what looks like precisely the kind of illicit delivery dealings that is known around here. Of course, something else catches his eyes too. Something familiar glinting off of Big's coat. Looks like he may get a medal out of this too, in addition to doing some public service around town. At least, if he's successful. So, against most common sense, the boxer cups his hands over his mouth, taking a deep breath before shouting, "HEY! BIG!" That'll get someone's attention.
Whipping around in surprise as his name is called, Mr. Big's hand flies into his coat and grasps something that flashes metallically in the dock lights. The corners of his eyes creasing as he squints from behind his ever-present sunglasses, the Southtown Don's mouth draws into a tight sneer as he recognizes the do-gooding boxer known as HeavyD!.
"What the hell are you doing he--" Mr. Big begins to yell back before cutting himself off suddenly as his eyes focus on the HeavyD!'s own medal. His sunglass covered eyes quickly sweeping the less than well lit surroundings of the docks; Mr. Big's sneer goes slack as he catches a glint of light that can only be the reflective lens of a video camera coming from a shadowy recess behind the Boxer. "Gaah!" Mr. Big growls furiously as he spins towards the aforementioned crate and plants one of his big boots on its side. "Raaah!" he shouts with extension as he pushes shoves the huge crate off of the dock and into the water below. Glancing back in the direction that his associate had run off earlier, Mr. Big seems relived to remember that the rest of his Southsynd 'business' is taking place out of the way on the other end of the docks.
Turning back to HeavyD!, Mr. Big's mouth quickly falls into a non-threatening smirk. "Ahh... I remember you. What was your name again? Big Pun? Fat Joe? Sorry. I'm bad with names," he apologizes with a wolfish grin. "I see you're in the tournament as well..." he continues, changing the subject from the apparently illicit business that HeavyD! so rudely interrupter. "You think you're bad enough dude to take this?" Mr. Big asks as he fingers the medal pinned to the lapel of his coat.
HeavyD lifts up the medal pinned on his jacket, giving Big a look as both their trinkets shine in the streetlights. He seems nonplussed as the enraged syndicate leader shoves a crate down into the water in anger. Snorting, he slowly makes his way toward where the pimp/crime lord is. "D!. Heavy. D!. You should know me already," he says with some irritation. "And if I didn't, would I be sticking around here, holding this up?" he asks, waving his medal into the air before he tosses it up, and snatches it out of the air.
"S'that so, huh?" Mr. Big replies with an amused chuckle. "Well let's do this then. Let's see if you've learned any new tricks." Releasing the object in his coat, Mr. Big slowly reaches back behind his waist and pulls out a pair of jet black batons. Taking a second to twirl the batons in his hand, Mr. Big casually leans back on his right leg, his left jutting forward towards Heavy D! while his left baton holds a low guard around his waist and his right takes it's place near his face. "Show me what you got punk," Mr. Big commands with a flick of his batons.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has joined the fight here.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
HeavyD smirks. Well, Big wants him to show his stuff...looks like D! will have to do just that. Slipping into that classic boxing stance of his, he takes a good long glance up and down Big, thinking of where to start. "Here it comes," he warns, watching Big over his fists as he bounces off of the toes of his boots. Finally, he charges in, fists kept tightly inward as he runs toward Big. Finally, he breaks, pulling an arm back and readying for a big, strong punch. Or so it seems. However, when he stops and drops low, Big should know something's up. He should especially find something wrong when his other hand grabs for his leg, D! instead focusing his strength on toppling big over his shoulder. That should be a surprise, right?
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Mr.Big with Quick Throw.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Smirking dismissively as Heavy D! rushes towards him, Mr. Big casually raises his left baton up from it's low guard position and brings it up to block Heavy D!'s haymaker...
...a haymaker that never happens. His's smirk drooping into a frown as Heavy D! ducks and grabs him by the shoulder, there's not much else he can do as the larger boxer flips him over his shoulder onto the dirty wooden pier. Rolling to his feet shortly after hitting the ground, Mr. Big takes a moment to dust himself off before pointing a baton at Heavy D!.
"Hey, a feint!" Mr. Big exclaims with mock enthusiasm. "Maybe you /do/ know how to do something besides 'punch stuff'. I'm warning you though sucka--" Mr. Big says as he quickly advances forward, bringing himself closer to the boxer, but still out of range for a baton swing. "--it'll take more than cheap tricks to bring me down!" Lunging forward and bringing himself with striking distance, Mr. Big lashes out his right hand, sending a backhanded baton strike towards D!'s face. Hit or miss, Mr. Big then continues his assault by stepping through with his left foot and thrusting his left baton straight out at the boxer's nose.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits HeavyD with Heavy Strike.
- Power hit! -
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HeavyD 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
More than that, indeed. While D! managed to drop down Big, he's woefully unaware of the bad position he's placed in thanks to his toss attempt. Slow to turn around, he walks right into a hard, backhanded strike. While he manages to lean a little away from the blow, it's not enough to avoid it completely. What's worse, the smack sends him right into the big thrust into D!'s face. "NGHhh..." Falling back, clutching his face with one hand, the boxer glares up, his wraps slowly staining red thanks to the blood pouring from his nose. "Really," he grunts. Still holding onto his face, the Metro native quickly snaps off a hard hook with his left fist, aimed right at Big's knee. If anything, he hopes it'll force him to back up a little. Though actually punching one of his legs out from under the pimp would be alright with D! too.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges HeavyD's Hook Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Quickly leaping backwards as HeavyD! fires off a hook at his knee, Mr. Big luckily manages to avoid getting his kneecap blow out. Always a good feeling. "Aww. Don't cry about it Master P!, you act like that gnarly excuse for a nose ain't neva been busted up before. Don't worry, it'll heal up as ugly as ever." Heavy D!'s plan worked perfectly, he managed to make some space between the South Town Playa and himself. The only problem with that plan is that unlike a boxer--
--Mr. Big doesn't /need/ to be near you to put some serious hurt on. "GROUND BLASTER!" Mr. Big shouts happily as he whips his right baton up powerfully from his side, the stick's tip sparking slightly as a large orange flare of fiery chi rises from the pier, leaving behind a trail of smoke and charred wood as the flame quickly races towards the boxer.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD fails to slow Ground Blaster from Mr.Big with Blast Upper.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
...yeah. D! tried to match him word for word....didn't happen. He tried to meet the burst of chi that Big send his way with that baton with one of his own, uppercutting into the air and hoping the resulting extension of chi he created would help. Unfortunately, the blaster simply ends up eating right through the BLast Upper, and colliding with the Metro Native HARD. Sent back, he ends up nearly crashing once more into the camera crew meant to record the fight for Kanzuki corp. Luckily, he lands just short, groaning and straining, rolling on his back for a good while.
"Ha hah ha ha!" Mr. Big laughs heartily as the ground blaster sends D! flying though the air towards the camera crew. Man, that must have been a good shot for the audience at home! "Face it chump, you're out of your league. Tell you what. You can give up and hand over that medal right now and I'll let you walk with nothing more than whatever injuries you got. I recommend taking me up on my offer punk, 'cause it's not a choice I usually give people stupid enough to challenge me." Mr. Big plants his baton-laden hands on his hips as he awaits Heavy D!'s response, his eyes trained on the boxer intently knowing there's little chance of the man giving up. These hero-types always have more guts than brains.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Give up? Now? Hell no. D! may be hurting now, but damned if he's going to get some crime lord scum simply roll over him like this. Slowly making his way up to his feet, he glares at Big, even if he can't exactly lock his eyes on the pimp's through those sunglasses of his. "NGhh..." Rather than try and answer him verbally, however, D! instead charges right at Big. His right arm is cocked back once more as he makes his way to Big...and finally, one arm reaches out, trying to snatch at Big's shoulder and lift him up into the air. If he can get him...well, Big's gonna get a stomach pumping, that's for sure.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Mr.Big with Reverse Stomach Buster.
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HeavyD 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Grunting in surprise as D! charges him and manages to grab hold, Mr. Big gasps as the boxer's rock hard fist pummels him again and again and tosses him onto the pier behind them. "I'll take that as a no..." Mr. Big says with a cough as he lifts himself to a crouch.
"You're going to regret this punk... 'cause now I'm gunna make it hurt." As if he wasn't making it hurt enough already. Flying towards Heavy D!'s back, Mr. Big leaps out of his crouch and attempts to slip one of his batons around the boxer's neck, gripping it with other hand and pressing it against the man's throat ruthlessly. If he's able to get a hold of him, Mr. Big will strangle D! for close to a minute before releasing him and pushing him down to the ground, that is, unless the boxer is able to wriggle free before that.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits HeavyD with Strong Throw.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
Cripes...what is it, the night somehow stalling all of D!'s defensive skills? He's been absolutely unable to stop any of Big's attacks tonight, at least in comparison to his previous encounter with the pimp. In any case, D! ends up caught in baton vice, choked out mercilessly until he's pushed to the ground with a hard thud. Coughing and rolling back as he gasps for air, the boxer shakily gets to a knee, gritting his teeth. "Nghh...rghh...." He's hurting now, seriously. And right now, he's got only one shot at getting anywhere close to evening the score. Pulling his arm back, D! charges up all his remaining energy into his right fist. Then, without any sort of precursor or warning, he drives forward and extends that right arm out, releasing all the pent up chi into one massive blast straight for Big's chest.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big interrupts D. Magnum from HeavyD with Double Ground Blaster.
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HeavyD 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
Heavy D! manages to pulls his broken body together and mount one last charge against his dire opponent. How epic. How valient.
Well, it /would/ have been, that is, if Mr. Big hadn't seen the attack coming and quickly swiped upwards, one baton after another, sending a burning ground blaster towards his charging opponent with each baton. Both chi flares explode into Heavy D! violently, but the brave boxer still manages to force his way forward, the chi from the punch slamming against Mr. Big's chest painfully and causing him to stumble back a few steps. "Gah. That stung a little," he mutters with a frown.
Well....that's all she wrote, really. Not even the Magnum was enough to really do anything to change D!'s fortunes, as he ends up taking the double burst of burning chi right into his body, sending him flying again. This time, he DOES end up smashing into the camera crew, lying motionless in the pile of equipment as the panicked Kanzuki Corp. employees struggle to find if anything was broken, either on themselves or the cameras.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: HeavyD can no longer fight.
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"Heh." Mr. Big mutters arrogantly as he eyes the unconscious boxer amid the scrambling camera crew. "Serves him right." Strolling over to Heavy D!'s limp form, Mr. Big stoops down and quietly snatches up the medal hanging off of the boxer. "No one can stop Mr. Big," he tells one of the surviving cameras on a cameraman's shoulder, holding up the medal for the television audience to see. "No one." Opening his coat, Mr. Big pins the medal next to the other four hanging on the inside, making six in total with the one on his lapel. "Now get the hell out of here," he tells the camera crew. "Before I mistake /you/ for having medals yourselves," he adds, causing the cameramen to scatter.
Left to his own designs, Mr. Big casually walks over to the edge of the pier and gazes somberly down into the cold Pacific waters, the new home of his crate full of goodies.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has ended the fight here.
Log created by Mr.Big, and last modified on 18:47:37 11/15/2005.