Description: Boxer vs Gedo punk! Fight! (Winner: Heavy D!)
Man, can life be one heck of a riot? One day you're punching the face of megalomaniac arms dealers and the next you're hanging it out in gangland licking your wounds and swaggering around like you own the whole damn show. The day after that, you get the pleasure of inviting one of the world's foremost Western boxers down to your side of town to partake in having his face flayed open with knives. Though perhaps this is just a little optimistic, Edge Yamada would approach it in no other way - and already he stands in place with a blade gripped in either hand, juggling them idly as he reclines against a graffiti-smeared wall.
All round the purple punk, police tape has been used to seal off a section of Gedo Street and on each open side flock gaggles of delinquent teenagers from the school, along with a few fight officials and their cameramen. It may have the look of a regular back alley brawl, but this /is/ a world-class clash of titans and the punks are accomodating enough to the suits who need to come along for purpose of officiation. They're hardly behaving nicely though, and even before Heavy D! has made his appearance there are chants going up from certain groups, ranging from 'HEAVY SUCKS' to the more imaginative stylings of Gedo's intellectual crew.
Edge just leans back, switching his weapons from hand to hand and occasionally glancing to one side in a lethargic once-over. The man is hardly late, but it doesn't hurt to be one step ahead on your own territory - gotta make a good impression for the fans, right?
It's a bit strange, being called out like this. D!'s gotten a bit too used to having more scheduled fights, in more 'respectable' venues. It's been a while since he's done any real literal street fighting. Not that he minds. The place kind of reminds him of home after all. In any case, the boxer known as Heavy D! comes sauntering through the neighborhood. As he approaches the place where he was told to meet his unknown challenger, he spots the signs that this is where he's supposed to be. The police tape, the rather rowdy looking audience, cameras...not to mention the rather specific chants. Frowning, D! slowly peeks over his sunglasses, watching the broom-headed delinquent as the knife is thrown from hand to hand. "I take it you're my challenger?" he asks, frowning as he makes his way a little closer to the unfriendly looking ring.
COMBATSYS: Edge has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD has joined the fight here.
One of those flickering knives is pocketed once Edge glimpses his opponent, a wide smirk plastering itself onto the youth's lips. So this is the guy who led a King of Fighters team a couple of years back? "Heh." Pushing himself off the wall to stagger forward a couple of paces, the boy shoves his free hand into one baggy trouser pocket, extending the other to point the tip of his remaining blade toward the much larger man. "Challenger? Bitch, I'm the guy who'll be grinding you to paste. Hope yer ready for a challenge... GEDO STYLE!!"
The delinquent audience raises its voice as Edge hurls his arm into the air, grinning all around before turning his malicious gaze back onto the boxer. This should be one hell of an interesting match, right? Not often the punk gets to hook himself such meaty prey, deceptively beautiful young women aside. Speaking of which, it's a graceful female voice that now breaks over the makeshift arena, calling the two names of the fighters and then - more importantly - giving the cry to start. Amazingly, Heavy's opponent does actually wait for this cue before screaming forward.
"SEIYAAAA!" When he does, it's with a loud cry and a thunderous pace, tearing up the dirty concrete underfoot and dropping low only to rise up in D!'s business with a snapping uppercut from his knife-bearing hand, using the grip of the blade for extra oomph. Should this strike without resistance, it'll be immediately followed up with the ducking of Edge's left shoulder and a vicious shoulder-tackle to plow the big man off his feet.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Edge's Heavy Strike.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Edge
HeavyD simply took his time, warming up and shadow boxing a little as the introductions were made. As soon as they finished, the boxer reached up to pull his shades from his face, tucking them away in his pocket and settling into his standard boxing stance. Finally, the signal is thrown out. The boxer simply lets Edge make the first move, gauging how the street punk fights. The rather aggressive, reckless attack bodes well for the him, the boxer thinks. Shoring up his defenses, he meets the hilt-enhanced uppercut with his forearms, taking the strike on the meaty parts of his arm, while the shoulder drive is countered with a shoulderblock of his own.
"Don't get ahead of yourself on that. You'll have to hit me before you can grind me down," he chides, his left arm whipping back. Usually, at this point, he'd send out a couple of searching jabs to judge his opponent's defenses. However, this time he simply decides to go for broke and snap out a hard hook toward the punk's side. He'll give him a look up and down as soon as he gets a little room to breathe.
COMBATSYS: Edge blocks HeavyD's Hook Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Edge
"Tch!" The exclamation comes hard when Edge realises he's up against someone perfectly capable of meeting brute force with a solid defence, and the youth's teeth grit in aggravated determination. Maybe this is exciting, but it would have been nice to have his work but out a little less. This D! guy is tough. He's also good at further annoying his opponent, as his advice draws forth a low growl, and perhaps it's this that gives Yamada exactly what he needs to weather what follows.
"Take that advice and shove it up your ass!" He sneers, twisting to one side to break contact with the boxer, then lifting his hand from his pocket to angrily swat aside the blow that comes flying in toward him. He takes a good deal of shock - skinny arm actually jarring a little in its socket - but the worst is dealt with, and so Edge is free to skip-hop back a few paces, hands thrusting deep into his pockets and narrowed eyes focusing hard on Heavy D!. So perhaps running in with massively damaging attacks isn't to his benefit, but maybe hanging back with more of the same will be...
"Why don'tcha turn around and do the same.. with this!" Lashing out one hand and spinning about with the momentum, the purple punk suddenly produces a switchblade which gives a *snikt* as its blade retracts and soars out at a speedy rotation to make contact with his muscular foe. Timing his next movement, Edge waits a heartbeat before grinding his heels in hard and swooping around to face Heavy, dropping low and hurling out a second blade with his other hand. "YAAA!"
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Edge's Double Blade Strike.
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HeavyD 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Edge
Frowning as his punch is slapped aside, D! quickly draws back, waiting for Edge to retaliate. And retaliate he does, the twin knives snapping toward him with full intention of sticking deep into his musculature. It's lucky for D! that he's practiced for things like this. He swings his body about in response, not to try and avoid them completely, but simply to avoid getting stuck. He gets a few glancing cuts about his arms, but that's about all he gets. "Nice try, but you're going to have to do better," he says, peering back over toward the gang member over his fists. He doesn't counterattack this time. Instead, he gives Edge a good hard look, trying to get as best a grip on him as he can as well as think through his next plan of attack.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD focuses on his next action.
Well, Edge has only one thing to say to that, his mouth twisting in a scowl as he watches.. D! do absolutely nothing to counter his own blows. "Hey, hey! What's with you assholes and hanging back all the damn time?! BRING IT ON, RICH BOY!" Sticking his tongue out, the delinquent takes a moment to waggle its full length around - drawing roars of appreciation from the surrounding punks - then taking a step back and cricking his neck from one side to another, "Okay, boys. Give 'em hell." The broad grin that widens Edge's mouth should be warning of something to come, and it would appear this is indeed the case...
A second later, his arms snap out to either side, fingers curled upward as some form of signal to his cronies. And from the nondescript collection of young gangsters comes a sudden flurry of objects, a variety of knives and chains, left-over hunks of lunch and the odd garment. Of course, then there's the rocks and similar projectiles far more likely to land a hit upon the mohawk'd boxer than anything more unorthodox - it forms a nice tunnel all the way to Yamada too. It's hardly a co-ordinated barrage, but with all that coming in it's just possible /something/ might cause some pain...
COMBATSYS: HeavyD overcomes Thrown Object from Edge with Blast Upper.
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HeavyD 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Edge
Rich? D!? You're kidding, right? D! still lives in the 'bad' side of Metro City. Sure, he has money through his SNF and tournament fights now, but he's by and far not rich, especially since most of that money ends up funneled into stuff like Boys & Girls Clus and all that. But that's beside the point. Edge's taunting doesn't phase the boxer, watching him play up to the punks watching the fight. He again hangs back, waiting for Edge to make the first move. Of course, the move doesn't come from him, but the crowd. The wave of debris and crap sent his way simply forces a furrow down D!'s brow. "THat's how it's going to be?" he asks, shaking his head. As soon as the first wave comes down, the boxer swivels down, letting most of it pass over his head. Then, his fist rises up in a swift uppercut, a shout of "BLAST!" thrown out as an explosion of chi bursts out of the arc of his punch, blowing away most of the trash that would have otherwise hit him. The rest simply falls by the wayside, while Edge is now forced to deal with the blast coming his way. How the tide turns, eh?
Rich? D!? You're kidding, right? D! still lives in the 'bad' side of Metro City. Sure, he has money through his SNF and tournament fights now, but he's by and far not rich, especially since most of that money ends up funneled into stuff like Boys & Girls Clus and all that. But that's beside the point. Edge's taunting doesn't phase the boxer, watching him play up to the punks watching the fight. He again hangs back, waiting for Edge to make the first move. Of course, the move doesn't come from him, but the crowd. The wave of debris and crap sent his way simply forces a furrow down D!'s brow. "THat's how it's going to be?" he asks, shaking his head. As soon as the first wave comes down, the boxer swivels down, letting most of it pass over his head. Then, his fist rises up in a swift uppercut, a shout of "BLAST!" thrown out as an explosion of chi bursts out of the arc of his punch, blowing away most of the trash that would have otherwise hit him. The rest simply falls by the wayside, while Edge is now forced to deal with the blast coming his way. How the tide turns, eh?
COMBATSYS: Edge overcomes Blast Upper from HeavyD with Double Blade Strike EX.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Edge
...well, well, well. Edge isn't exactly surprised that his less-skilled subordinates have failed to actually pull out any kind of result here, but it's worth it just to see the reaction from the boxer. "Ehehehehe! Impressive!" The punk notes after his pleased giggle, already beginning to backpedal in face of the wave of chi as it barrels through the wall of projectiles created by his Gedo buddies. Tide, turned. But Eiji Yamada's never been afraid to get his feet wet.
"But, not. good. ENOOOOUGH!" Hurling back his head with the scream, the purple punk kicks himself into a backflip, launching himself away from the blast with that mop of blonde hair even getting a little heated up - it's the barest of evasions - but with his hands already ramming themselves into his pockets it seems Edge is ready by the time he arrives on top of the wall at the edge of the street, in a perfect crouch with a manic grin lighting up his features. "I missed before, bitchtits, but not this time! SAAA!"
Whipping his hands forth from their hiding place in a quick succession, he sends out two similar blades over the still-raging Blast Upper a fraction of a moment before it /smashes/ into the wall, almost knocking Edge off until he quickly turns his two-point crouch into a three-pointer through hasty application of a palm. The important thing? He has the high ground, and Mr D! has to deal with a couple of little problems of his own.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD endures Edge's Double Blade Strike EX.
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HeavyD 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Edge
Frowning as Edge ends up flying over his Blast upper to send another couple of knives his way, the boxer decides hanging back isn't going to be a viable option here. Rushing forward through his disappating attack, he drives right into the path of the blades. While they don't stick into him this time either, he still gets cut deeper than he had before, two thick red lines drawn into his upper arms as he charges. A wince comes onto his face, but D! doesn't stop moving. As soon as he reaches the wall, he does one of the few things a boxer never does: Jump. Vaulting to get himself up to Edge's height, the Metro-native snaps out a hard flying right cross toward Edge's head, hoping this one knocks him off that perch.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Edge with Fierce Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Edge
WHAM.
"Grkh!!"
The blow certainly hits, and it takes Edge cleanly in the face, snapping his head to one side and drawing forth a harsh expulsion of breath from the Gedoite. He doesn't /quite/ fall though, one foot slipping off and his hand unwillingly flying up to cup his jaw. Even though he's already beginning to unbalance, to topple off his perch backward, something deep inside the boy just won't let him fall even to such a brutal shot to the noggin. So in a moment of sheer brainless moxy he gives a high-pitched snarl and reverses his momentum...
"THAT DAMN WELL HURT!" Jubilation lurking somewhere in the exclamation, the suddenly falling-forward Edge aims to basically tackle Heavy with the full weight of his body, tumbling away from him after making the lunge to make his own painful descent to earth. But with any luck - his opponent will do the same. Turnabout is fair play.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD interrupts Quick Throw from Edge with Rolling Soul Driver.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Edge
Landing awkwardly after his jumping punch, D! rocks back, looking up at the wall as Edge starts to topple. However, rather than drop back, the thug ends up pitching forward, as if completely against the grain. That causes D!'s eyes to widen a bit in surprise. Still, he's ready for it. As Edge lunges toward him off the wall, the boxer's arm is pulled back. Then, at the exact moment of contact, he lunges forward himself, right arm extended outward with a soul of chi surrounding it. Barreling forward with the unusually open-bodied punch, D! drives Edge right into the very wall he fell off of, at the cost of a slight jarring in his shoulder. That's what he gets for punching someone flying out of the air like that...but hey, it's better tahn being tackled.
Damn if the boxer isn't pulling out some sneakiness of his own. Aren't these guys supposed to be thick as two short ones? Edge is getting pretty pissed, and as he finds his surprising little reversal in turn reversed /against him/ he can't help but simply scream defiance in the face of his assailant, spittle flecking out from a wide open mouth as he roars an incoherent expression of rage directly into D!'s eyes. Of course, this does nothing to help the fact that a moment later the Gedo thug is slammed brutally into the brick wall, scrawny form shivering all over with the force of impact.
But it also does nothing to stop him being a tenacious S.O.B., and once Heavy has found his footing on solid ground he'll find himself facing a boy recently slithered down from a back-breaking strike only to be rising to his feet with every intent of dead calm on his face, lips pulled into a nasty smirk. "That... that was pretty nice... if you weren't so goddamn old I might even consider givin' you a place in the pack. But, you are." A shrug of his shoulders, the punk's eyes narrowing as his mouth turns upward a little more, "So I guess I got other plans."
Pausing for an instant, it's uncertain whether Edge means to collect himself or simply carry on talking, until he suddenly drops down low and surges forward in a dead sprint, for once not punctuating his intended attack with a cry. Instead his arms loop out to grab Heavy around the middle and he continues dashing, leaping off his feet a couple of steps later to drag the boxer up and around into an overhead suplex... one that will see his head connect harshly with the concrete a second later.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Edge's Brainbuster.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1 Edge
The spittle flying into his face as Edge is driven into the wall nearly forces D! to turn away from it and close his eyes. But that'd mean taking his eyes off his opponent, and that's an utter no-no when it comes to fighting. Pulling back, D! lets Edge get his feet again, settling back into his own stance. The mouthy punk's taunt causes the boxer's eyebrows to raise a bit. "Old?" he asks. Come on, 30 isn't that old, is it? "Sorry, but I'm not much for gangs anyways," he answers back. Not that he took the offer seriously in any case.
It's probably good that D! didn't take his eyes off of Edge either, as the grab from Edge comes swift and sneakily. While he can't avoid getting grasped, he can keep from being lifted over too high. Being thick like he is comes in handy sometimes. He gets dropped back, but instead of taking the impact on his head, he absorbs it with his back, lessening the possible damage. "NGhh." Rolling back from the suplex, he gets down into a crouch, taking a good long look at Edge. He ponders throwing a comment back his way...but that seems to be more like playing into his game, so instead he takes to action instead, a sharp left straight aimed at Edge's thigh. For someone with deceptive moves such as him, taking away his mobility goes a long way toward making him more predictable.
COMBATSYS: Edge blocks HeavyD's Medium Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Edge
No sale, good sir. With a grin on his lips as he kip-ups smoothly and quickly back to his feet, young Yamada is in fine spirit despite the pasting he's been taking at the hands of his more powerful opponent. Bearing the cocky expression proudly, staring down the boxer's careful consideration, by the time a blow comes in Edge is practically on the verge of laughter, snapping down a forearm to deflect the punch and starting off to one side at a quick trot. "Surprised? Get to a certain age, and the time for surpassing others is gone... you wanna be like that hotshot, Mike Bison? HAH!"
Circling around Heavy like some kind of feral beast, the purple punk titters away to himself at the jibe he's made, hands slipping into his pockets and - undoubtedly - slipping about some heinous weapon. "Sorry, fisty, but you're sore outta luck. Yer old and gone! Make way for the next generation! Ehehehehehe!" Busting out in a genuine fit of giggles, Edge suddenly throws himself backward off a springing half-crouch, evading any potential blow that might come his way and hurling both hands forward from their concealed armoury, palms thrust out.
And bearing cold steel.
A LOT of cold steel.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" The mad laughter lifts to a crescendo as from Yamada's hand comes a military-scale barrage of knives, blades, daggers, and other pieces of sharp metal. Everything from professional cookware to army-issue weapons and right back to whatever he's been able to salvage from momma's kitchen drawer. The point is, there's a massive spiralling tunnel of cutlery making its way for the nearby boxer's prone form - and the kids behind are already scattering madly, the jubilant cries and chants turning to something more panicked.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAHAAA!"
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Edge's Strike Out.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Edge
The deflected punch does throw D! off balance a little, his diverted arm forcing his body off at an awkward angle. "Bison? He's a disgrace!" he shouts back to Edge, his anger flaring a little at that name. owever, he manages to calm down long enough to prepare himself for whatever Edge has ready. And damned if it isn't a helluvalotta stuff. Somehow, though, D! manages the storm of steel pretty well, coming out of the barrage with but a few cuts along his arms, legs, and jacket. Finally, once it subsides, the boxer glares back at the Gedo punk. "Are you finished yet?" he asks, giving him an utterly skeptical look, before his right hand snaps out to land a couple of jabs right into Edge's face.
COMBATSYS: Edge endures HeavyD's Light Punch.
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HeavyD 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Edge
...the freaking hell? Edge lowers his hands with the most shit-eating grin, only to see a practically unscathed opponent at the other end of his clattering tornado of blades. Weaponry lies scattered around the makeshift battlefield, a couple of unfortunate officials lie bleeding on the floor having not heeded the advice of the more familiar Gedo punks, and all in all.. Heavy should be one hell of a lot more damaged. "Drop dead, bitch." The murmur comes a little awed, a little puzzled, and a lot angry as Yamada watches the boxer step up to him.
Two measly little punches? That's got nothin' on what he just saw, and though Edge's head snaps back his brash expression is restored, a giggling snort cutting forth from the youth as he straightens himself, cricking his neck to one side and lifting a hand to grip D! by the scruff of his neck. "Get over here... AND BLEEEEEEEED!!" Voice becoming an incoherent scream of rage, bloody saliva dribbling down Edge's mouth, he rocks his head forward with vicious intent to crush the boxer's nose, before lifting another hand, getting a good grip, and /hauling/ the big man off his feet onto the bladed objects strewn around.
"SCREW YOU!"
COMBATSYS: HeavyD endures Edge's Strong Throw.
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HeavyD 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Edge
HeavyD must be crazy to have simply left Edge of with two simply punches to the face. He must've been even crazier to let the punk grab him and headbutt him in the nose, and moreso to allow himself to be chucked onto the field of bladed objects left behind by Edge's barrage. However, crazy or not, that's what happens, D!'s nose buckling under the force of his opponent's forehead and his back cut up by the impact onto the array of knives and such. And yet, he's still kicking...and surprise enough, he somehow managed to grab hold of Edge sometime between the headbutt and the toss. "You know, your language is really starting to get on my nerves," he grunts out, pulling himself up to his feet by the gang member's collar. As soon as he's upright again, he barrels into Edge with an insane amount of bodyblows, hooks, and jabs, finally finishing up with a massive uppercut meant to send Edge flying into the air. Crazy? Yeah, D. Crazy.
COMBATSYS: Edge fails to interrupt D. Crazy from HeavyD with Spinning Axe Kick EX.
COMBATSYS: Edge can no longer fight.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-----==|
Language? What's a little cussing compared to laying into someone like a brick elephant? Yeah. MORAL VICTORY. Sort of, in a not at all whatsoever kind of way. In mid-reply to the boxer Edge is cut off by being grasped solidly around a collar, eyes widening not at any anxiety over what is to come but simply with sheer /horror that his outfit is being all creased by the muscular older man. "H-Hey-" he barely manages to get out, before he's suddenly the target for all the fisticuffs in D!'s arsenal, and how! By the time that last uppercut comes in, Edge is sent hurtling up into the air only to crash down backfirst on the very wall where the fight started to turn against him, all the breath slamming from his lungs with the force of the landing...
While the bruises well up on the barely-conscious Yamada, his cronies and those who simply came to the fight quit their cheering in his favour to instead just generally heckle and make a lot of noise. They didn't really care who won - after all, this was about fun and a good show, and they sure as hell got that. While the lady announcer makes her final words for the evening, the students start to dwindle off in small groups, save for a scant few who hang back to go and help their leader down from his precarious resting place.
Sure, Gedo got owned. But by a world-renowned fighter with years of experience. How bad can that be? Not bad enough for anyone to hold it against Heavy D!, that's for sure. There'll be no heckling as he makes his way from the street of delinquent fun.
HeavyD watches Edge finally fall from his forcible flight upward, arm still extended into the air from his uppercut. Finally, once Edge falls down, he slips his arm back down, relaxing. He's pretty sure that's it...and when Edge doesn't get up, that just confirms it. "Even if you are a cocky, mouthy little brat, I gotta admit, that was a good match," he says to the unconscious Gedo punk, rubbing his back and the cuts all along his arm as he starts to walk off. Count off one win for the boxer in the league. And at least he gets free passage out...good thing, too. He'd rather not stick around much longer around here.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD has ended the fight here.
Log created by Edge, and last modified on 16:26:37 12/13/2005.