Description: Ryu tracks down the nefarious Mr. Big. Pimpslapping ensues. (Winner: Ryu)
"Yup, six medals..." Mr. Big chatters into his cell phone as he walks down the Business District street. The single shiny medal pinned to the lapel of his fur-lined coat gleams brightly in the light of the streetlamps that line the boulevard as he continues his conversation. "...that's right babe, SIX... ...Nah, are you kidding? No one can beat me, I'm Mr. Big! Now why don't you call up a couple of your friends and we'll have a little party. Just you, me, and two or three of your friends. Nice and cozy, you know..." His black cane striking rhythmically on the pavement as he walks is the only other sound that stands out as the Southsynd Don makes his way down the street, fully engrossed in his 'phone call'.
Despite the indiscreet phone call, the only booty Mr. Big is going to be seeing tonight is his own. Getting kicked! At least, if the World Warrior has anything to say about it. There's not exactly any love lost between the two men, and seeing Southsynd's premiere hustler in the lineup, well... it inspired Ryu to seek him out, "Surprised to see a thug like you in this kind of contest." He observes, dropping from a fire escape and landing across the street from Big, crossing the quietish, late-night road calmly, "I already know you haven't got what it takes to back up your boasts..." Ryu nods to the phone, then flicks the medal at the end of his belt towards Big, letting the belt end whip out in the breeze as the nomad smiles a bit baitingly, "But I'm curious if you're fool enough to try anyway." Yea, goading the pimp sounded like a good idea on paper, what the hey.
A well kempt eyebrow peeks above the dark shades that the Chrome Dome Don wears at even this time of night as Mr. Big eyes the medal. "Umm... yeah, I have to go babe... Yeah, some bum just showed up looking for a handout... ...yeah, I'll show him, you just make sure you're at my place with your friends, I'll be there soon, I shouldn't be long."
Flipping the phone closed and depositing it in one of his coat pockets, Mr. Big's gaze never leaves the World Warrior, even as he takes his walking cane up into both hands and smoothly separates it into two deadly batons. Resting each baton on a shoulder, the Glittering Sultan of Southtown regards Ryu flatly, his mouth twisting into a sneer. "Oh, I'm more than fool enough to try. I'm also fool enough to beat your monkey ass and take that damn medal from your limp body, too. There ain't no one in South Town that can beat Mr. Big. If you want to try, then hell, let's do this."
Ryu's features merely settle to placid calm as his eyes meet Big's gaze, the Ansatsuken master's stance shifting towards a ready fighting posture with the crimeboss' words, one fist hovering forward, guarding chest-level, the other held back, nearer his neck. His feet shift subtly, as the relaxed weight of his body leans one way, then the other, a patient air to the rhythm he takes, "Let's see what you've got, then." The nomad invites simply, gesturing to Mr. Big with a traditional 'come on' gesture. It is indeed go time.
COMBATSYS: Ryu has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has joined the fight here.
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His sneer twisting into a wry smirk as Ryu motions for Big to 'bring it', the Southtown gangster inclines his head slightly and remains motionless for a few moments before launching himself foreword, quickly closing the distance between the two fighters. "Hah!" Mr. Big shouts as he lunges, lashing out with his right baton, unleashing a viscous backhand strike towards the World Warrior's jaw, and quickly following it up by stepping through with his left foot and thrusting his left-hand baton straight towards the nomad's nose.
COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges Mr.Big's Heavy Strike.
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Whiff! The backhanded baton swat whizzes harmlessly through the air as Ryu leans backwards with a darting motion, letting the weapon pass right in front of his face. His reaction to the direct assault is more dramatic, twisting and sidestepping away from Big, "I said show me something..." he comments, with feigned disappointment, as his right hand shoots for Big's wrist. Quite simply, if he gets his grip... the overextended striking arm will suddenly become twisted almost a full rotation further than it should go, or at least until the rest of Big follows it over and around to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Mr.Big with Medium Throw.
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"Gaah!" Mr. Big shouts in surprise as his arm is wrenched and he's forced to flip around on to his back, landing on the dirty sidewalk amid a cloud of dust. "Lucky trick, bum..." Mr. Big growls from his supine position on the ground. Grunting with exertion, Mr. Big throws his feet up into the air and rolls backwards on his shoulder, bringing himself up into a crouch.
"You better hope your luck continues!" Big warns as he jumps to his feet and swings a baton up towards his face. As the baton ascends its tip sparks brightly and a bright fiery lick of chi flares to life on the pavement and quickly trails towards Ryu. "GROUND BLASTER!" Mr. Big shouts as the orange glow of his attack is reflect in his dark sunglasses.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Ryu with Ground Blaster.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Ryu
The charge of energy collides solidly with Ryu, blasting him back as Big flips back to his feet, sending the nomad skidding on his knees as he comes to a stop and eyes Big squarely, "Better." Ryu concedes, and while he doesn't immediately answer the Southtown thug's attack, he does push back to his feet calmly, and begin to circle the larger fighter with an almost predatory patience... stalking, rather than hesitating, looking for the right moment to act.
COMBATSYS: Ryu focuses on his next action.
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His obscured eyes following Ryu as he circles, Mr. Big chuckles softly as he calls out to the World Warrior, "What, you lose your taste for fighting already? I hope not, because I have plenty more for you!" Suddenly, Mr. Big rushes towards the circling warrior, either he's seen an opening to attack, or he's just bored of waiting. As Big closes in on striking distance, he lifts his batons up near his head, as if to attack the upper portion of Ryu's body, but instead, the Southsynd gangster drops to one knee and lunges foreword with both batons, aiming to strike the Ansatsuken Master in the gut.
COMBATSYS: Ryu parries Mr.Big's Medium Strike!
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Ryu seems to all but fold back away from Big's strike with a fluid leap that carries him just out of reach of the baton, the entire motion taking mere instants, and moving him scant inches, but it's... just far enough. All that Big's baton hits is a palm sweeping around to meet it, and catch it softly, the World Warrior's gaze locking on his opponent as his other hand shoots forward for Big's chest, hoping to use the man's momentum against him, and drag him backwards... Ryu rolling to his back, and kicking hard into the crime boss' ribs, to send the big guy sailing into the wall to their flank. That's one hard looking building, and Ryu's trying to send Big there headfirst, "Haaaaaaah!!!"
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Mr.Big with Tomoe Nage EX.
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"OHSHI--" Mr. Big yells as he is sent flying through the air, colliding headfirst into the nearby building and even knocking some of the bricks loose on impact. "Oh... goddamn..." he mutters as he shakes his head wearily, his back leaning up against the building as his legs sprawl out in front of him. "Unh..." he moans as he picks himself up to his feet. "You lucky..." Swaying slightly as his eyes bore into Ryu Mr. Big mutters darkly, visibly planning his demise while a trickle of blood slowly runs down his forehead.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big focuses on his next action.
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Ryu stands his ground a moment as Mr. Big picks himself to his feet, the World Warrior's own stance regained with a fluid roll out of his sacrifice throw, guard raised as he faces the crimeboss. Once those moments pass, though, it's on... and the World Warrior's hands sweep forward from his side, carrying a tremendous cascade of fiery red chi with it, the luminescent waves crashing together as the Ansatsuken master's hands meet, projecting a napalmy blast of flaming energy outwards, its searing heat careening straight for Big, "Hadoooouken!!!" Seems Ryu isn't going to let off just yet, because that is one hell of a fireball, its mass orbitted by flaming chi, the flames themselves flaring madly.
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Mr.Big with Shakunetsu Hadouken.
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Mr.Big 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=====--\-------\0 Ryu
Screaming in pain as the full force of the Shakunetsu Hadouken takes him in the chest, Mr. Big is flung backwards to collide once more with the brick building behind him, this time actually crashing through the wall and disappearing into the building's interior amid a rain of masonry. There is an eerie silence for the next few moments, aside from the random falling brick, though there is no sign of Mr. Big for the time being.
Then, suddenly in a violent flurry of motion, the Southsynd Gangster practically explodes out of the building. His sunglasses melted and broken, his clothes and face burned and bloody, even the tournament medal pinned to his lapel is melted down to half it's size.
"Aaaaaargh!" Mr. Big shouts as he charges at Ryu, his batons held aloft with a huge electrical arc dancing between them. Lunging at the World Warrior, Mr. Big attempts to thrust his electrically charged batons at Ryu, resulting in a huge electrical explosion if he should hit.
COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks Mr.Big's MAX Blaster Wave.
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Crossed arms meet Big's dramatic re-emergence, the crackling explosion of energy deflected outwards, its impact driving Ryu back, and searing his guard, but doing little to stop the World Warrior himself. It does slow him down, however, but that doesn't seem to stop him once the smoke clears.... a quick left jab snaps for Big's jaw, as Ryu weaves back in at the crimeboss, and quickly snaps around a reverse rotation to align a spinning backhand with the larger fighter's face, aiming to send Mr. Big sailing right back into the rubble heap, "Kyaaaaaah!!!"
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Mr.Big with Medium Punch.
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Both punches connect solidly with the battered and broken crime boss, sending him flying back into the rubble filled hole. Silence follows once more. Mr. Big has finally been defeated...
...But not quite yet!
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" Mr. Big roars as he practically flies /yet again/ out of the battered building, his batons lit up anew with a thick rope of cobalt blue energy! "YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Mr. Big, bruised and bleeding from a hundred cuts, roars as he throws himself at the World Warrior. "NO ONE BEATS MR. BIG!" are his finally words before darkness envelops him just as he thrusts his batons at Ryu's head once more.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Ryu with MAX Blaster Wave.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu has ended the fight here.
This time, Big's resilient defiance catches Ryu off guard, and before he can leap away from the point of impact, he's caught in it, lurching backwards under the blast of chi, and landing in a heap a moment before he pushes to his feet with a groan. Taking that moment to steady himself, he approaches Big's collapsed form, and tears the medal from his coat rather less than carefully, plucking off the tatter of expensive pimpsuit and dropping it on the ground as he turns away, "Your aggression is at its strongest..." the nomad advises, "When it's turned against you." At least he doesn't raspberry, right? Definitely not his favorite person, Big.
Log created by Ryu, and last modified on 18:49:08 11/15/2005.