Description: Sean and Dr. Tran have an epic SNF battle. Who really wins here? Who really wins? I think we all know...in our hearts. (Winner: Sean)
Flight 121, preparing for take-off.
Flight 121 on some rather popular airline, and only one person on that flight doesn't really remeber what 'brand' it actually is. The only thing said person -does- know is that it's not as cool as a Kanzuki Private Jet, even if he -is- maxing and relaxing in First Class.
This said person is 'Mister' Sean Matsuda, obviously pretty psyched about having his match on another tropical island, since if he's really lucky, he'll be proclaimed as another god. Ok, so he was going to be sacrificed last time but other than that, it was pretty sweet!
Man. First class. There's a little dashboard that flips down to become a laptop, plenty of leg room, and he could get alcohol if he were old enough. A blowing fan.. But he'd rather play his Game Boy SP and click away at some game, blissfully unaware that his opponent will be sitting beside him this whole flight. Oh well, not like that's a disadvantage, right? His current state of dress? Of course his light brown slacks, vest, and fedora and his favored yellow dress shirt with the sleeves torn off. It's be wise not to bother him while he plays. Seriously.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, late, late, late, shit, shit!" It starts off faintly, but the repetitive chant gradually gets louder as the source of the noisy disturbance gets closer to Sean. A feminine voice calls out, "Sir, you can't just rush onto the plane, you have to show your boarding pass!" However, as Tran bursts onto the plane, tugging a small piece of carry-on luggage behind him, he shows no signs of stopping, rushing down the aisle straight past Sean.
Wait, what? Tran stops abrubtly, and then fishes around in a pocket for a moment, drawing forth a boarding pass. He studies it intently for a moment, and then takes a few steps backward, looking up at the seat number, then down at Sean, then up at the seat number again. "Oh, huh. Guess this is the spot." Without any ceremony at all, Tran thumps down loudly into his seat and sprawls out, leaving his carry-on hanging out in the aisle.
Sean isn't even paying attention to that, people run late all the time. But not Sean. He is punctual. Well, actually so long as he doen't tear open his shirt wearing a dynamite laced vest, all was gravy.
However, at about the same moment that Tran realizes he's at the correct seat is also the time Sean grunts in frustration as a big, red, 'Game Over' explodes onto the screen, "Aw man. -Lame-." and then bounces a bit from his seat-mates rough... Seating. The brazillian looks at this 'Tran', then past him to the carry-on, in which he finally helpfully notes, "You know, it's against regulations to leave your carry-on in the isle, you should either store it in the cabin bin," and he points upward, "-Or-, you should store it under the seat in front of you."
On a side note, the flight seems pretty packed, and the stewardess near the front of the plane seems to be impatiently waiting for Tran -to- do that. Sean gets +3 brownie points.
"Huh?" Tran doesn't even look at his carry-on, instead just levelling a stare that would melt steel at Sean. Well, if staring could do that, anyway. And he keeps staring, for a solid fifteen seconds, before dragging his bag in and shoving it under the seat in front of him. Damn know it all punk kids. "Fine, fine. Don't have a fit, kid."
After this, Tran seems to lose interest in Sean, slumping down in his chair and yawning widely, waiting for the plane to take off. And...waiting. And waiting...and waiting...and...picking up one of those crappy in-flight magazines, flipping through briefly, before shoving it back where he got it. It's at about this point that Tran can't take it anymore. "Augh! What the hell's the deal, shouldn't we have taken off by now?"
"Hey don't get me wrong, I'm not having a fit," Sean quickly defends with a shake of his head, "I'm just sayin', that's all. I've been riding planes for a while now, so I know the ins and outs of all the safety measures." Sean, well, he seems pretty proud of that, and that said returns to his game. At least, until Tran suddenly flips out, making him jump a bit in his seat and stares wide-eyed at the doctor. Come to thnk of it, the plane hasn't moved an inch!
"Uh, excuse me ladies and gentlemen," almost as if on cue, the intercom blares, "This is Captain Morgan speaking, and it looks like we're having a little engine trouble. Um.. We've got some engineers on it and we'll likely be idle for about an hour or to." ... "In the meantime, I'd like you to draw your attention to the first class area that's currently only occupied by two gentlemen who were to be having their Saturday Night Fight at our destination, uh, to the right is Mister Sean Matsuda, and to the left is Richard Tran, uh so... They'll be taking over from here, while we wait for our flight to get back on line. Thaaank you for your patience-" and the intercom cuts off.
Clearly this gets a series of blinks from Sean, whom looks over his shoulder to the sure enough many eyes upon the duo, "......... Uh."
Again, "Wait, what?" Tran looks ove his shoulder, as well, and then turns to look at Sean, and then back to everyone else. "You're the joker I'm supposed to fight? Some snot-nosed high school kid?" The doctor throws his hands up in an exasperated fashion, and sighs. "This just blows." He slumps down, looking pretty pissed, like he's about to start sulking.
However, it lasts no more than two seconds before Tran turns his head toward Sean and states, "I bet this is your fault somehow. Did you go to the bathroom before I got here or something, clogging up the toilet and making some kind of weird warning go off so that the plane can't take off?" Absurd? Of course it is. However, Tran says it with a totally straight face. Could it be that he's not joking?
Sean, on the other hand, doesn't stop staring back at the crowd of people, in which some random person gives him a thumbs up.. And he smiles weakly, giving a thumbs up right back, "... I.. I don't remember this being in my contract," he mumbles quietly, starting to sweat bullets. Stage fright? Certainly not, but this is just such an odd circumstance that he doesn't know what to do, even with Tran ragging on him!
Which actually does break him from dumbfoundedness, ".... what?" he asks, making it clear that he didn't hear a word of Tran's complaining, while he tugs lightly at his collar, "H.. Hey look, whatever man, can you do impressions? People love impressions."
"..." If looks could kill, man. Evidently, Tran's a bit dumbfounded, himself. Still angry, though, make no mistake. "...Impressions. You want me to do impressions." Slapping his hands down on the armrests, Tran suddenly shoots up to a standing position, and steps out into the aisle, hands on his hips, bravely facing the rest of the plane.
Cupping one hand to his mouth, Tran bellows, "Attention, fellow passengers! Since my opponent, Shane Mitsubishi, is evidently lazy, untalented, and boring, it has fallen to me to keep you entertained!" Letting his hand drop, Tran stands there for a moment, letting his announcement sink in a bit.
See, if people didn't always have to 'GO THERE', the world would be a very peaceful and loving place. Tran. Man, Tran is just plain rude, and it hits Sean like a slap in the face, making his jaw drop in shock when not only Tran just all out disses him and gets his name wrong, but waits for an actual reaction after that from the crowd, "... Wh.."
The crowd cheers, quiet loud. "Yeah! Shane sucks!" cries a flyer who quite conveniently is in the very back row.
"Take it off!" cries another flyer once the applause dies down. Wether this person is male or female, it's not exactly certain.
Now Sean, after he's done staring, he frowns. A frown that would make even Mr. Big proud as he takes his moment to stand in the isle, his cheeks burning, "Wh.. S.. Shut up man!" he yells back, "I'm three TIMES as entertaining as you are! I. I just needed you as a crowd warm up! Hey guys!" he raises his hands in the air, "Give me a chance here! What do you want me to do?"
.......... "Punch him in the head!"
.........
.. And Sean does just that. :| There isn't much heart in it, but he throws a punch at Tran right in the back of his damn head.
COMBATSYS: Sean has started a fight here.
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Sean 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Tran has joined the fight here.
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Tran 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sean
COMBATSYS: Tran fails to interrupt Jab Punch from Sean with Large Thrown Object.
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Tran 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Sean
One might call it a mixed blessing for Sean that Tran is, frankly, not paying even a little bit of attention to him anymore. As soon as the call it 'take it off' is heard, Tran goes into action, ripping his coat off, and flinging it to the side. However, the fling turns into a kind of half-hearted toss, as it's right about then that he gets sucker-punched.
Tran staggers forward a step, and then turns around, rubbing the back of his head. "Aw, you asshole! That hurt, what the hell did you do that for? What are you, retarded or something? Jeez, you don't just go punching people for no reason, christ, can't you keep it in your pants until we're in Bramaica or wherever the hell we're going? Jeez, ow!" Tran continues to rub at the back of his head, stomping around furiously.
Sean just... Grins. He wasn't exactly sure why but when his fist impacts skull, he actually feels a little better. A little better about the world and a little better about himself spiritually.
Though part of this may be because not only is there a round of approval and a few chuckles from Trans hissyfit, but Tran .. Well, has a hissyfit! "Hey, -I'm- just giving the crowd what they want, it's what I do best!" he laughs with a light shrug of his shoulders, "You were just a victim of circumstance, my friend. Hey!" he raises his arms in the air again, "Who wants to see me throw him into the ceiling!"
Another roar of approval, but really, even if they boo'd the idea, Sean was already moving to hook his arms under Trans armpits and hoist him up into the air, "We have lift-off!"
COMBATSYS: Sean successfully hits Tran with Quick Throw.
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Tran 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Sean
Once more, Tran is given an opportunity for a moment of suprise. After Sean's question to the crowd, Tran pauses in his whining, looking up in anticipation. Unfortunately, he looks in the wrong direction, and Sean neatly catches him by surprise. Again. Tran goes up into the ceiling, and then roughly comes down again moments later in a heap. He is, however, swift to recover, immediately leaping to his feet and half turning to face the crowd.
"Oh yeah? Well, who wants to see me-" Tran doesn't bother finishing the sentance, instead charging at Sean to tackle him down to the ground, straddle his chest, and then punch him right in the damn face. Punch him with fist and steam and rage. All of them. Together.
COMBATSYS: Sean interrupts Man of Action from Tran with Sean Tackle.
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Tran 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Sean
Sean takes a slight hop back once Tran crashes back onto the ground again, his arms crossed and the boy still grinning like a maniac. Yeah, he'll grin, and he'll bask in the cheering of the crowd because unlike last week, he's looking -really- cool about now, "Hahaha! If this is what it's going to be like at the island, my man, you're in big trou- AUGH!"
Yeah, while Tran seemed to be playing to the crowd, he thought he'd get a warning. There was none and out of nowhere Tran slams into him and knocks some serious wind out the fighter. However, he doesn't hit the ground, and in fact somehow musters the strength to push back at Tran, and following the shove is a tackle of his own, with a barrage of his own fists in someone elses faces! "Not! On! This! Plane! Baby!"
This time, Tran's got no excuse. Sean simply overpowers him, however momentarily, and the doctor finds himself on the receiving end of another beating. Can you say 'ow'? With a quick shove, Tran tries to get this crazy kid off of him, get a little bit of breathing room. Coming up onto his feet, he takes a couple of hesitating steps backward, steam forming on his fingertips. "Urgh...big talk, coming from someone who sucker-punched me to start things off? Didn't your mother teach you any better than that, you brat? And what is that, anyway? You're not even being clever, you're just spouting out words!"
Taking a cautious step forward, Tran points his steamy finger up at Sean. "So get ready to go down in flames, kid!" He pauses. "Did you see what I did there? See, we're on a plane, so it was...yeah. Totally lost on you, isn't it?" Without waiting for an answer, Tran charges ahead once more and then tries to slam his forehead into Sean's with a minimum of grace, finesse, and any of that other girly crap.
COMBATSYS: Sean blocks Tran's Strong Punch.
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Tran 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Sean
Aww man, wouldn't you know it? Now Sean's getting lectured on being witty, and Sean can't help but frown again, after he rolls back and gets to his feet, "Wh.. Shut your mouth! It's not always about wit!" he testifies, cheeks redenning a bit again. ok so yeah, maybe it was a little lame, but sometimes there's something more important when yelling than making sense! "And I'll have you know, my mama didn't raise no dummies, believe that!"
He slaps his cheeks, and seems to be ready for Tran- WHICH HE IS, MIND YOU, for the headbutt meets little more than Seans open palm, "DENIED," and with a little shove back. Suddely at a way to convenient time, a refreshments tray is carted down the isle, that bumps into the younger fighter. A blink, and he grabs a bag of peanuts and a can of soda that are flung at Tran, "Here have some snacks!!! ... On.. A... plane!"
COMBATSYS: Tran negates Thrown Object from Sean with Large Thrown Object.
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Tran 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Sean
For a moment, Tran freaks out. Not in the 'seizure' way, though. As the snacks fly through the air, it all ends. There is a single moment of time, frozen, while Tran looks on. The can of soda is hovering, and Tran knows that he has only moments to deal with it. However, he is strangely calm, thinking back to those little safety pamphlets they tell you to read before the flight. Could he...and then...it might very well just work!
Time starts for Tran again, and he is immediately reaching to the side, grabbing for a seat cushion. Someone happens to be sitting on it, but that is no obstacle for Tran! Momentarily, the cushion is in his hands, and the passenger is just staring at him openmouthed. With a mighty huck, Tran flings the flotation device/seat cushion/makeshift projectile right at Sean. It arcs upward lazily, taking the projectiles out as it goes, before nailing a completely random passenger. Whoops. Tran states, for the record, "You're still lame."
From an old guru's point of view, that may have very well been the coolest fireball war in the history of mankind. Well, it lacked fireballs, and it lacked war, but even still! Sean is frozen in his throwing position, and his eyes go wide again not only when Tran practically knocks some poor chump out of his chair, but then some other innocent bystander gets wailed on and probably knocked out cold, ".............."
Sean actually stands there a second in shock again, cringing, "O.. Oh man.. Crap that was a bad idea," he mumbles to himself, but that moment of concern is cut short by Trans taunt. He must really enjoy watching Sean frown because that's exactly what he does, "All right, you know what? You want lame? I'll show you lame, buckle your safety belts!" and he gets all up in Trans grill. To throw a punch? Heck no, he's first going to get Tran a bit further away from the onlookers by grasping at his shirt and then dropping backward- And should things go his way, they tumble round and around until he decides to release Tran right toward the cockpit door.
As for where the refreshment cart went.. Um.. It was taken back for restocking. Seriously.
COMBATSYS: Tran fails to interrupt Tomoe Nage from Sean with Random Weapon.
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Tran 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Sean
Just as Sean's responding to Tran's taunting, a man appears in the back of the plane, from one of the vehicle's many exits. He's overweight, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. Grasped in one hand is a long length of tube, a rapidly spinning brush on the end. That's right, it's a toilet snake. "Yeah, uh...I'm here t' take a look at these here toilets, see if there's something blockin' em and see if I can't do a little somethin' about it." How strange that he feels the need to give random exposition on his actions.
Tran, however, sees a chance. He turns around, and starts to run toward the man...but it's too little, too late. Sean grabs the back of his shirt and things are frankly all the more painful for Tran, tumbling about repeatedly on his face.
When Tran's finally sent flying, he crashes into the cockpit door forcefully, sliding down it in a fashion most comical, where he comes to a still rest, feebly twitching as he attempts to get back up.
...This might take a while.
Sean has to say, he didn't see that coming, not at all. Some guy just walks on in talking about the bathrooom? And after his big throw, Sean's on his feet with red cheeks, "W.. Woah! Hey, that guy was just kidding about the bathroom thing! I didn't need to double flush or anything like that, I... Um.."
The boy rubs the back of his head, "I didn't need to double flush or an- Just go away, all right?? Geez!" Ok, enough of that, he returns his attention to Tran, and drops into a crouch, slipping a hand into his pocket. When it's withdrawn, he gives his fist a little shake and tosses them at Tran, "No dice, pal!" .. "Ha ha! See what I did there?"
Though perhaps more importantly, those two tossed dice turn up as a pair of ones once they bounce off Tran and stop on the floor. Now that's confidence!
COMBATSYS: Sean takes no action.
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Tran 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Sean
Rest assured, upside down and badly beaten, Tran still has enough spirit left to balefully gaze at Sean. The dice bounce off his face, but he doesn't flinch at all. He just stares. After a moment, he manages to speak, although it's almost incomprehensible with rage and being upside down. "You...I...Good lord, why do you even /have/ those? Is it just to make that lameass retort? God, I don't even want to...to deal with this right now!" Tran is kept from going into further detail at that moment because he flops over onto his face, where he pushes himself up, turns around, and sits, looking at Sean again. "And you know what? I won't! See you in paradise, sucker! Take this!" And then Tran hauls back and punches himself full-on in the face. Huh.
Sean isn't sure how to react to said baleful gaze.. However he -does- think it's kind of funny, so he cracks a bit of a grin in return. However some of the passengers find Trans retort rather hilarious, since they don't seem to get Seans 'gimmick' either. In that sense, Sean isn't very amused, and he grumbles, "Man, see, this is why I. I.... You..."
And then Tran punches himself right in the face. Like.. Just straight up IN his face, which makes Seans jaw drop yet again, "W.. Wha.. Hey man!! I don't need -help- knocking you out!! You.. You.." he dashes toward Tran and throws his entire body into one -huge- spinning heel kick toward Trans got, his eyes wide not with rage, but disbelief, "KILL STEALER!"
COMBATSYS: Tran endures Tran's Strong Punch.
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Tran 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\1 Sean
COMBATSYS: Tran endures Sean's Medium Kick.
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Tran 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=------\1 Sean
WHAM! Tran goes reeling from Tran's solid left hook! It looks like Tran's just too much for Tran to handle - but really, isn't Tran too much for ANYONE to handle? Of course he is, ha ha ha! And there's Sean, I guess, coming up to try to get some credit for Tran's incredible victory over Tran. How pathetic.
Grinning like a maniac (wait, /like/?), Tran gets solidly kicked back into the cockpit door again, despite the clear pain he's in. "Good job, Mobhitman, you've just kicked me while I'm down. Real...real nice there...loser." And then he sticks his tongue out briefly and collapses on his face, quite unconcious.
COMBATSYS: Tran takes no action.
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Sean 1/------=/=======|
COMBATSYS: Tran can no longer fight.
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Sean 1/------=/=======|
And *BOOM* what a hit! Just.. Yes! That kick was definatly way -way- cooler than that left hook of Trans, and it was a whole lot flashier too! Yep.. sure was. And Sean looks proud of himself yet again as Tran slumps into a pile of Tran, he -points- sharply to the passed out Doctor, "Oooh no! You're not guilt tripping me today, you freakin' snake in a grass! You're just mad because I'm -bad-!"
Sean pauses a moment, and then grins to no one in particular, "Yeah, I'm the baddest in the world, man, believe that noise."
There's a moment of uncomfortable silence then as Sean crosses his arms and the cheering crowd dies down a bit. Then wouldn't you know it, the intercom turns on again, "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain Morgan speaking. I've just been recently alerted from the tower that Mister Sean Matsuda is the winner of this match. Thank you and have a good day, baggage claim is at Gate C."
"................... huh?" Sean asks, blinking.
So fired.
Log created by Tran, and last modified on 21:20:13 09/02/2006.