Description: The Neo League pits Krizalid against M. Bison, and the venue is the frozen wasteland of Antarctica. -Rivers of blood-. And no penguins. Bison gets knocked out, and then so does Krizalid! (Draw Match)
Brrr! Why the heck anyone would have picked here for a fight is completely up in the air. For one thing, they're going to have to fight on /ice/. For another, it's just gotten into spring, and so it's still really, really freaking cold out down here in Antarctica. The fight is staged not deep into the continent, but rather on the Ross ice shelf, only a mile or so from where the sheets meet the water; so at least it survivable. Camera and light equipment has been shipped in and the time of the fight was set for high noon; the time that there is actually some light this time of year, not that it lasts very long.
And so a helicopter descends to the designated spot, a huge four foot deep square about twenty feet on each side has been dug out of the ice to act as a ring. There is a separate vehicle for each fighter, and this one appears first, descending slowly and setting down safely, proving that Rolento is certainly not in the helicopter; he would have jumped out and stopped himself with a wire! Instead, as the door is flung open a large black man wearing a boxing jersey and gloves steps out, immediately slipping and falling on his ass. ...thank god the camera's aren't on yet. One of the coordinators can't help but laugh, and shows Bison to a small stand that has special cleats for him to wear. He walks over, slowly, so slowly... and changes into him. "Yea, that's better..." He looks at them, "Hey, wait just a fuckin' minute, this isn't fair at all!" They all give him an odd look, but then he pulls off his gloves and grins, reaching over to one of the shoes meant for a cameraman and ripping them apart, using one of the spikes to cut open his gloves and stick the cleats inside so that any punching will result in extra pain. "No fuckin' fair if he kicks, get it?" He then laughs loudly.
Harsh conditions? NESTS has sent Krizalid out here to Antarctica plenty of times. For research, yep. And foolish as it may be, he's always gotten whatever task that was delegated to him at the time completed. That's not what matters though. What matters, is by now, he's used to it. What did you think that big bulgy jacket was really for? Fashion? Just so he can burn it off? No, by now that's really lost its shock-value for most people. There's no more reason for him to do it other than get the damn thing off faster when the need arises. But out here in this cold, that need probably isn't going to even be an issue.
The copter with the NESTS logo embalazoned on the side of it drops Krizalid off without actually landing, and as his boots plant onto the ice, they leave a nice impact and crunch right down into the top layer of permafrost. The silver-haired man then turns and gives the flying machine a little push to send it on its way a bit faster and get it the hell out of range, since he anticipates this to be quite an... explosive battle.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison watches as the NESTS chopper comes into view and lands, grinning as his opponent finally makes it here. "Good, you're here. Was hopin' it wouldn't take you too long. It's time to finish what we started." He punches his gloves together, resulting in a loud 'clack!' of metal on metal, walking over to the hole cut into the ice and hopping down inside of it. "...A ring, huh? Kinda big but it'll have to do." He rolls his neck a little and shouts over to Krizalid, "Get your new shoes on and then get your ass over here! I'm not going to wait forever!" He's... definitely itching for a fight. The last one was going spectacularly, and he can't wait to tear into the Irishman one on one.
Krizalid gives Bison a somewhat flat look when he approaches and makes his opening remarks. Though, that expression becomes more of a sneer than anything when he hears the metallic sound it makes when the man slams his fists together. "Yes, of course. I'll be right with you, boy. I'd like nothing better than to settle the score out here."
The tall NESTS officer then makes his way over to where the special cleats are waiting for him, and slips them on, making sure to fasten them tight before he once again puts his feet to the ice and digs in with them with every step as he makes his way back to the designated area, taking his stance and raising his fists up near his face. "Well? By all means, Mr. Bison."
"...you've gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me. /BOY/? Look, /kid/, I'm bigger than you, older than you and /BETTER/ than you, so you better watch your fuckin' tongue." He then grins in a manner that may prove that he's joking about that as Krizalid goes and gets his shoes on. There's probably no way they'd be able to fight in the ice. ...or at least, Bison wouldn't and it'd be a terribly, terribly unfair fight. ...good thing it's not Kula he's fighting, here, huh?
And here comes Krizalid, walking up and getting in the 'ring' as well, "All right, time to lay on the beatdowns!" He cracks his gloves together hard, another loud CLACK coming from the spikes on the gloves before he rushes in. Sure is cold trying to move like that, but he's a tough guy and just takes the pain from the cold rather than wearing restrictive clothing. As he darts her throws a quick jabbing fist forward towards Krizalid's face, but after that's done he switches tactics completely, trying to wrap his huge arms around the man and then invert him in an attempt to slam the top of his head down on the ice.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid interrupts Aerial Head Bomber from M.Bison with Typhon's Rage - Strike.
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Krizalid 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
Krizalid chuckles to himself a bit. You'd think a guy like them would study his opponents a little more beforehand, but he really doesn't. He mostly just leaves it up to the suit to tell him all the details on that first attack. Which, Bison delivers without delay this time around. But the Irishman doesn't just stand there at his mercy or anything. He allows that punch, and nothing more before his foot comes out, swirling through the frosty air and kicking up a tornado rife with shards of shattered ice and sharp blades of negative chi energy, sending it all right at Bison to blow him back out of range. Of course, is face is left bleding quite a bit because of the cleats hidden in those boxing gloves, but he doesn't seem to much care. Yet anyway. Maybe he will if the blood ever gets cold enough to crystalize on his skin. "Still smiling, are we?"
Fwoosh! Well, uh... THAT didn't go as planned. Certainly not; something about that just didn't add up into a good strategy and Krizalid figured it out; it was slow. The pain that Bison receives for this is quite a bit, the ice and energy blasting him backwards and slamming him against the four foot wall, just high enough to hit him in the middle of his back, causing him to bend backwards painfully. ...ouch. He pulls himself off of the ice when the chi storm finally quits, and shakes himself to get the ice off. "Shit! That was pretty rough." He grins widely and then takes a few steps forward, apparently not terribly deterred himself. Welp... time to bring on the pain. He moves forward, bobbing this way and that, trying to get back up to Krizalid without making any stupid mistakes that are sure to get him clocked, weaving his way this way and that before sending a quick straight to his nose. Standard boxing procedure, really.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Krizalid with Light Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Krizalid 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
Uh, ow. That's probably a broken nose. Mike's bobbing and weaving seems to do the trick for him, as Krizalid can't get enough of a bead on him to figure out where his attack is going to go. Of course it's the face, man. He has to mentally kick himself for that one. The force of the punch actually sends him sliding back a few feet too, and rather than rush back in, the man decides to stay where he is and wait for the cold to help numb the pain in his nose. "Jesus, what the hell do you have in there, man? Lead?" In contrast to Bison's grining visage, the NESTS exec is starting to look more than a little pissed off by this point.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid gains composure.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison laughs heartily, "In them, it's what I've got /on/ them that counts!" He clacks them together a bit more while Krizalid lays off and starts refocusing himself. Hmm... Well, there are times when Bison keeps cool and fights like a professional boxer, and there are times when Bison attacks in ways that simply make no sense at all. This... is one of the latter. Why? Because he goes and does something incredibly stupid, and silly. But maybe it's that camera that just zoomed in on him... regardless, why? He walks over to the edge of the ring and punches it. Hard. The result? Spiderweb fractures that form in it. Another hard hit and SMASH! Part of that four foot wall simply crumbles. He bends down and picks up a huge, sharp piece of ice and picks it up, punching the butt end with his glove. The result is that he now has a huge ass ice spear on his fist. "Here I come!" Is that telegraphed enough? "RAAAAAAH!" Zoom, punch!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid dodges M.Bison's Random Weapon.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
Krizalid bares clenched teeth as Bison admits to weighting his boxing mits with lead, and alludes to the fact that the spikes sticking out of them are something else entirely. "Sonuva... " Wiping off some of the blood on the front of his heavy coat, the silver-haired Irishman just shakes his head and puts up his dukes again properly, only to end up standing there for a long moment and watching Bison form yet another makeshift weapon for himself by knocking loose a part of the ring and trying to use it to harpoon him with.
"Dammit man! Are you really this crazy!?" he shouts, yanking the cleats of his boots up out of the glacier below and leaping to one side of the spear, and as he sails by it, cutting into it with his talons so that it breaks in half in the hopes that Bison will drop it.
"You know what you need, man? A good swift kick!" Which he'll be happy to deliver, along with more of that negative energy Bison sampled before. It's not in tornado form this time, however. It's more like a solid wall that he's kicking right into the boxer's face.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits M.Bison with Typhon's Rage - Reflect.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison looks slightly saddened when that spear of ice he just made is cut into pieces, the rest shattering and falling down to the ground. He lets out a bit of a sigh, and then shrugs with a grin, "Guess that really wouldn't have worked out anyway!" ...course, there's not much time for reverie as Krizalid attempts to punish him for such a stupid move with an energy blast to the face. ...which connects perfectly as Bison tries to just get the heck out of the way. "AUGH!" He goes skidding backwards again, despite the cleated shoes, ice rending from the force, and goes to the ground. He picks himself up in a reasonable time, and then frowns mightily at Krizalid. "...time to stop messin around. Gotta get serious, this is a league fight! Time to go undefetead! YEAA!"
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 M.Bison
Krizalid narrows his eyes and glares at Bison as his foot is brought down, nodding a bit to the impact and shaking some stray chunks of ice out of the cleats of his boots before slowly starting to edge in closer to the boxer, feinting a couple of rushes to make it seem like he could lunge on the other man at any moment. "Kicked some sense into you I guess, huh punk? No more crazy stunts like that. That's right, just stay still and let me kick your ass for you!" Headgames. NESTS trademark.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid focuses on his next action.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 M.Bison
Bison watches Krizalid and grins a little as he starts coming for him, seemingly not minding the few false rushes that are made. "I'll make as many crazy stunts as I want. Sides, you're the punk, I've been a professional since before you probably ever even decided to fight!" ...well, he probably isn't /that/ much older than Krizalid... "You go ahead and talk and move around like a wimp. Doesn't look like you're even gonna do anything at all. What's the matter, afraid of me? Get your ass over here! Hahaha!"
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|=======\======-\1 M.Bison
Yeah, not gonna do anything. What is it he's been doing practically this whole fight? Oh right, kicking out tornados! You think he's just going to stop because the boxer is talking shit to him? Yeah right. He knows more than enough not to rush in close and get into arm's reach of the larger man.
"Laugh all you want, fool! I'll win this by attrition if I have to!" The NESTS boss then leaps straight up into the air and twists halfway to slash at the air with both legs to do a slightly exaggerated version of the usual kick that sends out one whirlwind, in this case producing two before he hits the ground again.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Krizalid's Typhon's Rage - Strike.
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Krizalid 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 M.Bison
Bison lets out a bit of a grin as Krizalid throws out another tornado. Except this time... he throws up his arms and catches it on the forearms. "Weak! Can't you think of something else to do? Same thing over and over like a broken freakin' record! How boring!" He slams his fists together, "Now I'm pumped! Gonna tear you apart piece by piece and give you a beatin' you won't soon forget! Bring it on, sucker!" He drops out of his stance and rushes forward, dashing quickly and throwing a fist forward to Krizalid's jaw.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks M.Bison's Dash Straight.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 M.Bison
Krizalid knocks the toes of each boot on the ice once and starts to roll his shoulders, limbering up a bit just before he pauses long enough to cross up his arms and catch Bison's punch in the middle of the cross they form. It bleeds because of the spikes, just like every other punch, but it doesn't hurt him too much. "Hmm. You got real cocky all of a sudden. You've been holding back, huh. Well you ain't the only one."
Pushing the boxer's fist back, Krizalid begins to glow with a mixture of crimson and orange flame, steam rising off of him and his boots sinking into the ice below a bit shallowly. The jacket, however, won't be burning away this time. "I'll show you something new, sure. Just give me a minute to warm up."
COMBATSYS: Krizalid gathers his will.
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Krizalid 1/------=/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 M.Bison
"Yea, you do that, and while you power your sorry ass up, I'll be kicking your ass!" He pauses as Krizalid begins to power himself up, those flames raising up off his body. "What a cheap trick, that still ain't nothing like Kusanagi, you poser." No, he doesn't know a damn thing about Kyo and Krizalid's too, he just knows that Kyo is a fucking god with those flames and simply /humiliated/ him the one time they fought. ...anyone attempting to harness true flames is a poser compared to Kyo, really.
But Bison is still within close range of Krizalid, and that means he can pull out his harsher attacks without needing to jog in. He twists to the side, turning most of the way around, and then quickly whips back towards Krizalid again, his fist flying forward with incredible strength. ...and barbs, "Turn Punch!"
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks M.Bison's Turn Punch.
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Krizalid 1/---====/=======|=======\=======\1 M.Bison
Krizalid keeps his arms crossed up until enough flames have gathered for him to do something meaningful with, and just shakes his head at Bison. He may be sinking a little, making it a lot harder for him to dodge Bison's vicious punches, but there's certainly nothing stopping him from aiming his guard in the proper direction. So he deflects that heavy attack from Bison with a grunt, and then there's this small flash and a pillar of flame shoots up from below both men, as if someone just set off a huge bomb. Soggy chunks of ice rain down everywhere, and Krizalid simply rears back within the roar of crimson fire, pushing yet more out through his fingertips as he rakes them down through the air and forms a big blazing X that rolls toward Bison, intent on burning through him and carrying on past. "This has nothing to do with Kusanagi! Eat this!"
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits M.Bison with End of Heaven.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 M.Bison
Well, maybe Bison should have tried something other than trying to get out of the way, because that...simply isn't going to work. Whoops. Well, on the upside, he isn't knocked out from the massive pillar of flame, if only because they're surrounded by air cold enough to take maybe a tiny bit of edge from the blast. But... on the other hand, yea, Bison is in /very/ rough shape, here. The X smashes into him and burns him up, his jersey catching on fire and his skin not taking to the treatment very good either. When it's all said and done, Bison is blown clear out of the ring, which has a nice X carved into one of it's sides now, and on the ground laying in a pool of near boiling water. He picks himself up slowly. ...so slowly, and then shakes his head a little. "...fuck." He groans, "That hurt, god damnit..." He smacks himself in the cheek a few time to knock some sense into him, completely forgetting the spikes on his gloves. "FUCK!" Now he's bleeding, too. ..."Fuck it!" He rushes straight for Krizalid, and simply attempts to level him with his most powerful attack. Obviously playing 'strategy' wasn't going to work. Back to plan B: Hit him hard and make him hurt. "GIGATON PUNCH!" Here comes a fist at you, Krizzy!
COMBATSYS: Krizalid dodges M.Bison's Gigaton Blow.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 M.Bison
"As well it should have! You wanna stand here and preach about being a 'professional fighter', that's fine. I don't claim anything of the sort myself. But don't just assume that's because I don't have the ability. When I involve myself in these silly matches, it's on orders. I don't need to prove anything to you, Mike Bison. All I need is that killer instinct you have, and you've already provided me with a suitable amount, so I hope you won't mind when it when I deny you your bloody revenge for that last attack I visited on you. And don't worry. I'll end this soon."
He then of course proceeds to do just that, leaning out of the way of that humongous punch with spikes and just barely throwing his aim off by hitting into the bigger man's wrist with the back of his hand.
And then when all the momentum has left Bison, the Irishman hauls off and tries to kick him in the head with his cleated foot.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Light Kick from Krizalid with Turn Punch.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
"..." He freaking dodged the freaking Gigaton Blow... Well, that just -SUCKS-. Bison put nearly everything he had into that punch, and seeing Krizalid nimbly get out of the way and push his fist aside. "..." He narrows his eyes as Krizalid comes at him with his foot in retaliation and turns to the side, the foot impacting him in the shoulder and stopping most of the momentum of the attack. Of course, he has to do something with that twisting motion, and he has just the thing! "TURN PUNCH!" Yep! He whips back around and sends a hard hit straight to Krizalid's face, smashing his cheek with a spike covered boxing glove. "Finish it? Go ahead and try!"
Krizalid is knocked back with a hiss as his face is once again cut into by those spikes, this time right down his cheek, and he proceeds to wipe away some of the blood and sling it down onto the icy ground. "Fine, whatever. Just keep it up, boyo. You wanna drag it out longer and freeze yourself half to death, I'm all for it. But it's not going to stop me from bleeding you like a stuck pig!!!"
And then the crazy guy just goes off, raging at the boxer with those claws, rushing up, trying to uppercut him up into the air not once but twice, and spinning and spinning until there's this dark cresent of chi rising up after him, chi which he tries to make the other man drown in. Forget the flames. This is what he's really made of.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits M.Bison with Rising Darkmoon.
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 M.Bison
It looks like Bison just isn't going to be able to get out of the way in time for this one, and the fists smash into him sending him high up into the air. And the worst part is that there's also that horrible, horrible energy to deal with. Yep, Bison definitely bit off more than he could chew with this one. ...nope, this one won't be prolonged. He slams into the icy ground and looks... well, his eyes aren't even all the way open anymore, he's barely conscious, really. "Ugh..." He shakes his head a bit, "Fuckin... 2 and 0... and now..." Yea, he's almost down and out, he can feel it. This is supposed to be the other way around, with him knocking Krizalid out. Oh well... "AUGH! It pisses me off!" He picks himself up slowly and then rushes forward at Krizalid, trying to smash him with an obviously telegraphed uppercut, one final hit... maybe if it's hard enough...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Krizalid with Ultimate Wild Smash.
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SMACK! Bison cracks Krizalid hard under the chin, the fist smashing into him and sending him arcing high up into the air. But it isn't over yet, folks! Nope, reels his arms back, feet digging hard into the ice to get strong footing, and then launches a heinously powerful straight to Krizalid's gut as he falls back down to the ground, hopefully sending him smashing into something hard. Bison, however, simply collapses forward after the straight, his cheek hitting the ice and... he's out.
Fuggin uppercuts, man. Every time. In this case, Krizalid totally wasn't expecting it. Bison was throwing straight punches up till now, so this uppercut seems totally outta left field. His suit didn't even tell him the probability of it, because it was so miniscule, but there it is. And then there's the straight again, right after the poor guy's been knocked into the air. "OoGH!" When he lands, it doesn't look like he's gonna get back up. Not to his feet, anyway. All he manages is to sit up, and point over at Bison shakily. "Nngh. Heh. You /are/ strong, Bison. I'll be surprised if you don't give my boy K' a good thrashing at Saturday Night Fight." He then looks off to one side, and starts to sway a bit. If he had more to say, it looks like his trail of thought is being derailed by the dizziness of getting knocked around so much. He's about to fall back over it looks like, so the fight official is starting to walk over.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid can no longer fight.
Double KO! Yep, it's official. Bison isn't even awake, so if there was a 'whoever gets up first wins' rule, that'd be Krizalid for sure. But... there isn't, as this sport is one of DKOs, and thus... the cameras roll for several more seconds and then shut off. At least, the ones on Bison do, because he ain't goin' know where until the medics drag his sorry hide away. Krizalid? Well, they're on him because he looks like /maybe/ he'll get up and do something. 'sides, that NESTS chopper might come and get him so they might want to record that too. The announcement is made on film, though, so it's pretty much wrapped up.
Krizalid can't remain sitting up for very long, no. He just kinda coughs and plants his face back into the ice with a loud wheeze. For a second there though, people were really wondering. It's good tv, so they film it up until the end. And then, well after all the cameras are shut off, he twitches as his suit hums into action and wakes his ass up, probably with electric shocks, and he numbly rolls to his feet and starts walking to the edge of the glacier, flagging the black helicopter down that was still circling above, and waiting for it to get down low enough for him to leap out to the ladder dangling off the side. "Go! Go! Just go!" he shouts to the crew on board, clearly still a little bitter about the way things turned out.
Log created by Krizalid, and last modified on 17:40:34 09/30/2006.