Description: An error at the SNF offices results gets Shenwoo bumped from a match with Bison and replaced with K'... But that doesn't stop him from showing up and turning it into a three-way free for all. Or, for that matter, from being the last one standing. (Winner: Shenwoo)
It's Friday night, and the mood is right. Come have some fun, show you how it's done. TGIF!
Wait a minute, no it's not, silly! It's Saturday, and the time of the family sitcom has long since passed! Luckily there is something here to replace it, Geese Enterprise's own Saturday Night Fight! Who needs fun family oriented television when you can watch powerful people beat the hell out of each other anyway?
It's getting somewhat dark out and the fight has been scheduled to take place in an old abandoned building, the center section already gutted out. The great thing is, the building is already set for demolitions, so if anything should happen all it does is save the demo company some work. There a bright lights and camera crews working frantically in preparation setting most of the things up from the second floor near the edge of the carved out interior. The announcer has already arrived and is simply waiting for the participants to arrive, the fight being displayed outside to a growing crowd on a few huge monitors using closed circuit television. There's the noise of a microphone being turned on, and some whispering before the announcer states, "Ladies and gentlemen, the combatant in this double blind challenge has arrived, introducing the former heavyweight champion of the world, Mike Bison!"
Walking though a space where a wall once stood, Bison raises his gloved fists into the air and imagines hearing the crowd going crazy, though he can't hear them or their (nonexistent?) cheering from inside. "Ohhh yea! Time to bring on the pain, who's the poor sucker who you got to fight me?!"
It was an ordinary day. A saturday. Six minutes to 6:30 and the sun was going down. It was the perfect time of day for him, the time of day when his amber eyes, alive with the stolen flames of the Kusanagi bloodline, shined the brightest... when the sun just glanced off of them, made them sparkle like dangerous Tiger's Eye gems. Kay Dash, A Beast of Flame, A Beast of Malice and Anger... a temple of self-loathing. He sat at an outdoor table two blocks away, blending in with a group of spray tanned goth kids who decided to dive-bomb the spot and crowd up the tables, ordering Virgin Ices and crab legs with their parents money. They all wanted to seem disaffected, they all wanted to seem sullen and cryptic, cynical and jaded.
None of them seemed to succeed with the ease that he did. Most of them didn't recognize him at all, he'd been out of the public eye, out of the fighting scene for so long that he was just a face in the crowd with strange, silver-white hair. They stared at him and talked amongst themselves, complimented his leather-clad look, enjoyed the deadpan look on his face and tried to emulate it but failed. A lot of history went into that look, a lot of anger went into the bow in those slumped shoulders. He was staring unblinking... waiting. Watching. When finally the time drew near, he stood, set a few crumpled bills on the table under a shot glass next to a plate of rib bones and uneaten french fries. Apparently he was a complete carnivore. No potatos for him.. just the meat. Wiping his gloved hands on a moist towel, he walks through the iron fence and strides down the length of the street.
That 'poor sucker', was on his way. He moved through the gathering crowd almost eerily undisturbed, as if the lane was already made for him. People didn't look back to see him coming, didn't acknowledge him as he passed-- it was as if he was a wraith. He moves to the abandoned building, walks up the short stoop, hands in his pockets, eyes downcast as he pushes his sunglasses up over his nose. Right on time, he walks into blinding lights, a young man with a camera walking backwards ahead of him, displaying his face to the world outside, a series of tickers popping up on the screen displaying his fight history: Some forfeits, one win, and a loss... he was a nobody to them.. people hardly remembered him. Moving up the stairs, through some plastic hanging down over a demolished room walkway, he steps into Bison's view, not even bothering to look up at the man.
He was not. here. to bullshit. Immediately the sunglasses are removed, worn on his face for a very short period of time. He tucks them into his jacket, lifts his hands in that easy stance, the leading arm giving a slight flourish as his half-lidded eyes stare Bison down... then close. Grunt. He was ready, "Come on."
COMBATSYS: K' has started a fight here.
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Who the hell was this guy? Bison hadn't a clue, but then there are always new people joining into the fighting circuit, and plenty of those in it he had little to no knowledge of. Sometimes he researched opponents, but not often, and almost never did he go seeking them for his own reasons. He takes a look at the white haired man who... looks familiar? "Well shit, have I met you before? You look like a younger, punier version of that Krizalid guy I fought!" ...well, that's probably not the best way to make friends, is it. He grins and stretches out a bit, "Maybe you're brothers or somethin'." Another small look, "Look like you're ready to kill somethin' though. Good! Could use another fight with someone who isn't chickenshit stupid!"
Taking a hint from those words, the announcer yells into his microphone, "FIIIIIGHT!" Hearing this Bison wastes no time, moving forward quickly with a somewhat cocky swagger and then moving into his boxing position, bobbing his head one way and then another before taking throwing a jab to K's face to get an estimate on his strength as a fighter.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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K' 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
COMBATSYS: K' endures M.Bison's Jab Punch.
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K' 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Watching Bison wade in for the attack, K' stands stark still. He watches his cocky swagger, even enjoys the statements he makes. He was a character indeed. His mirth shows when the corner of his mouth pulls up into a little smirk. Even the sound that comes from him, a single syllable, a chuckle, "Tcheh...". Bison proceeds to prove himself as a boxer by going through the motions, striking his stance, pouncing on his feet. Its all a calculated excersize, probably from years of practice and routine. K' respected it well enough. But sadly it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough. He'd have to come stronger than that.
When he bobs his head, trying to throw K' off as far as which direction he was coming from, K' just drops his leading hand and drifts his eyes closed again, taking the hard Jab right on the cheek. The response snaps off immediately, firing in at Bison with the quickness of a striking serpent, that hand that laid low sweeping back up, completing his fighter's stance, only for his opposite hand to whip in, cracking off so quickly that the red armored glove cuts the air, sounding like a bullwhip snapping off, knuckles rushing towards Bison's jawline with exacting force, his hand only closing into a complete fist at the moment of impact.
Late.
Yes, Shenwoo is a little late. Not much, just by a few minutes... But apparently, some people around here would jump into your grave if you left it empty for a second or two. Still, by the time the tall, lean half-Chinese brawler shows up, the SNF team has already given his fight away to somebody else! "The hell is this?!" Shen demands from just inside the ruined building, unaware that a clerical error has resulted in him getting shifted off of the card. Which is probably for the best, because if he knew, he'd probably have some clerks to punch, and then Geese would get all pissy about it, most likely.
But you know, if they're going to go and replace him, then the self-styled 'God of Battle' will just do whatever he wants anyway. So, he just steps in further towards the other two fighters, as the light of inspiration shows in his dark eyes, and his broad mouth pulls into a wild, and not a little crazy, grin. Oh yes. They want good TV? Well, Shenwoo will give them good TV. "Fine, there's two of you, that just means we'll have even more fun!!" he declares, laughing. And then, quite suddenly, the berserker is rushing... Bison, who he was originally supposed to be fighting /anyway/, likely coming in a few moments after K''s attack, trying to grab the boxer by the neck, to lift him - despite his greater size - right off his feet, Shen's gloved hand squeezing his throat... While he grins ferally at the 'Beast'. "Sup," he'll say towards K', sounding rather jovial, all things considered.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has joined the fight here.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 K'
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M.Bison 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Shenwoo's Kyakuten Touchi.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 K'
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M.Bison 0/-------/-======|
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Medium Punch from K' with Turn Punch.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 K'
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M.Bison 1/-------/=======|
Originally, Bison was going to attempt to block K's attack with a simple check of his fists, taking some steps backwards to put in some distance. Shenwoo arrives perhaps earlier than he might have thought, because those steps throws him straight into the fighters grasp. "What!?" He was so focused on his opponent he didn't even /SEE/ Shenwoo. Oh, hell! Shewoo's hands are already around his neck, so there's little he can do to try and get away... "Shit!" But... he does have some experience now with being thrown around, and gets thrown to the ground, towards K'. And here that young man comes with his fist aimed at his jaw... But Bison thinks on his feet, twisting around from his grounded position and then thrusting himself up quickly with his left arm; strength can do more than just add power to punches, and then whips back around and socks K' straight in the gut as the fist hits his face, his head rolling to the side to deaden the impact. But for K', his attack was a surprise, and there is no defense. He lands on his feet and grins, "So, there's gonna be two of you, huh? BRING IT ON!"
Not only that. Shenwoo's arrival just plain surprised him. K', both frustrated and distracted, throws his head in Shenwoo's direction, staring, eyes widdening, "Who the hell are..-- OOF!!" The fist slams into his stomach, buckling him, doubling him down. K' drops hard to his knee, coughing loudly, Bison's fist lodged against his stomach, the lithe fighter of no real girth or size to take such an attack. It was a punch meant for someone two, possibly even three times his size and K' goes down hard because of it. Snatching himself back up, stumbling back even, K' barks a vicious series of coughs, shakes his head and rushes back in, using his speed to his advantage, stomping in on Bison in rubber soled boots that clap at the ground, waiting for him to right himself before he attempts to return the favor, shoving off of the ground and sending his knee rocketing in with impressive, possibly even beyond-brutal force, rushing up towards his sternum, right for the solar plexus with a warrior-like grunt.
Like Shenwoo cares if the others are surprised, or what. Right now, that just makes the whole situation that much more fun to him... But he's not exactly balanced. "Tch... You guys are gonna start hurting my feelings!" the brawler exclaims loudly, though the hint of amusement in his voice and that feral grin suggest otherwise. "You can call me SHENWOO!" he adds as a declaration as - because really, he doesn't feel like ganging up on Bison /again/ - he lifts one leg off the ground and tries to shove his heel, hard, into the side of K''s head while he's preoccupied with kneeing the crap out of the boxer.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Knee Strike from K' with Crazy Buffalo.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 K'
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M.Bison 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: K' dodges Shenwoo's Fusen Kyaku.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 K'
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M.Bison 0/-------/-----==|
If Shenwoo wants to try K' on for size, that's fine for him, but that doesn't mean Bison is going to take kindly to attempts at kneeing him in the solar plexus! "URGH!" A grunt is given from Bison as the kick smacks him, but then he grins viciously, "You've got some strength in you, kid! Keep it up and this'll be fun!" But even as he's saying that, he's raising up from the keeled over position with an uppercut, smacking K' under the chin with it. He then pulls his left arm back and smacks him in the chest with a straight, knocking him backwards. It isn't over, though, because here Bison comes. Once he's sliding backwards it's all Bison, practically running forward as he unleashes a series of vicious straights to K's face, four more in all, and then stops and sidesteps quickly. ...after all, why get in Shenwoo's way?
Catching the fist under his chin, K's head snaps back, blood spurting from his mouth as he bites the inside of his jaw. He really needed to quit watching what Shenwoo was doing. In fact, the only reason he managed to dodge Shenwoo's attack was because Bison made his light weight into a projectile. The punch that blasts into his chest sends the air rushing from his lungs and he flies back off of his feet. He manages to land back on them, but when Bison comes rushing in, K' looks right up into a barrage of punches that snap his face left and right. The leather-clad boy twists hard one way, then the other, then the other and back again, the blood from his bitten jaw painting Bison's boxing gloves before K' manages to step out and around, getting out of the series of punches and coming out to Bison's side as he too steps out, trying to leave him wide open to Shen.
K's fist clenches, that armored glove rushing in on Bison, cutting the distance between the two of them quickly, K' bending at the knees and then fully extending, shoving his fist upward and in towards Bison's kidney, looking to plow into him and drag the fist right up to his chin, a wide arch of fire bursting free and reaching out, cutting the air and searing it in its wake as he leaves the ground, twisting into a short whirl of motion.
With his big, slow boot to the head avoided by K', Shenwoo barks out a harsh laugh, but his attention soon turns to Bison again. The larger man is clearly quite strong, and besides... He wants to draw this out, so that he can have plenty of fun. So... K' does his fiery uppercut thing, which is fine by Shenwoo, and the brawler waits a moment to see how that's going to go before going after the famous boxer once again. Whether because Bison defends against it, or when the big man is getting back up, Shen lunges at the first available opening to grab Bison by one meaty damn arm, twisting to use his own leg as a pivot and toss the other fighter into the nearest solid object. Probably one of the walls! "Graaaaaah!!"
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures K''s Claw Bites.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 K'
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M.Bison 0/-------/-======|
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Strong Throw from Shenwoo with Random Weapon.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 K'
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Bison continues his 'rampage' of sorts, but first he has a problem: Flames to the kidney along with a really hard punch that raises up and smashes his chin. His head arcs upward and he begins to raise into the air... but then... "RIGHT WHERE I WANT'CHA!" Ignoring the horrible pain and blood that's coming from his mouth as he speaks. And as he goes up into the air he reaches down... and grabs K's arm, ohnoes! But K' doesn't have to worry too much, because Bison has other things to deal with. As he goes up into the air, dragging K' with him, Shenwoo goes for an arm and tries to throw him... but Bison has other plans! K' makes an absolutely perfect weapon! He thrashes his arm about as he gets thrown, and swings his arm with perfect, insane timing, K' lashing hard like a whipping club, and smashing the young man's feet straight into the side of Shenwoo's head! At that he releases K', and sails into a wall, smashing into it and then slowly picking himself up. "I've still got it, oh yeah!"
Rylee has arrived.
Realizing perhaps a little too late that Bison wasn't the type to engage head on, K' takes a moment to consider the situation, looking between Shen's wild, rushing style and Bison's straight on conversion of nearly everything he threw at him... K' decided he'd waylay, barter time for strategy. Circling out wide from the two fighters, he lets them have the center floor, watching the both of them for subtle changes in their style, trying to read out an opening. This also played into the fact that he simply was not enjoying this fight. It lacked class.. it was... a free form 'hit anything that moves' situation which he generally tried to avoid.
His hands fall from that fighting stance of his, dropping back to his sides, then finally hanging loosely, hands open, eyes blinking once... twice, and a third time before remaining that way, waiting, listening. For the record, he'd taken the defensive, deciding to let the attack come to him instead of pressing it. He almost smiled at the situation though. Bison had dealt him a lot of damage in two moves. Two well placed, well timed moves that left him slightly dizzy in the head, but for the most part he was still in it, still willing to take a beating. He lost a bet, that's why he was here. He intended to honor his half of it.
COMBATSYS: K' gains composure.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 K'
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M.Bison 0/-------/=======|
"Weak," says Shenwoo, even after he's, well, hit with K'. "Too weak! Is that all you've got?!" the blond demands of Bison, holding out his left hand long enough to turn down a thumb at the boxer. He works his shoulder for a moment after that, and then for the briefest of moments, he rears back... Before suddenly he launches himself directly at Bison, blurring a little bit in his speed. His open shirt trails behind him, and his hair streams back as he hurtles forward, throwing his left fist, big metal ring and all, out in a rushing punch at Bison's mug. "SINCE YOU'RE SO PATHETIC, WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO AND DIE?!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits M.Bison with Gekiken.
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Shenwoo 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 K'
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K'? Who's K'? Well, Bison seems to have completely forgotten about the existence of that fellow now that Shenwoo is accusing him of weakness, of all things. He simply stares and then throws his head back, "Bwahahahaha! You think I'm weak? Come over here and pro-" SMACK! He gets smashed hard in the face, staggering backwards and nearly dropping right back to the ground from that hit. "UGH!" He mutters a bit and rubs his cheek, staring at Shenwoo. "You're tough too... Time to take out the trash!" With extreme telegraphing Bison suddenly lurches forward after recovering from the hit, and throws a hard, hard uppercut for Shenwoo's chin.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures M.Bison's Ultimate Wild Smash.
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Shenwoo 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1 K'
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WHAM! Shenwoo takes the hit, getting flung high up into the air from it, and as he comes down Bison pulls his mighty fist back and then throws it forward, hard, aiming straight for the man's stomach and smashes him with an incredibly powerful straight that should send him flying backwards! ...but something just felt off about it, hmm...
... Why in Gods name... is he stuck in this fight... with two people... who have all the style of a Cactus rolling down a hill towards thirteen hemophiliac children? It was ignorant... insulting. This is what the heads of SNF thought of him? Then again, truth be told, it was his own fault. He hadn't necessarily made a name for himself doing this. So here he was, standing there, staring, watching the both of them -wail- away at eachother, screaming at the top of their lungs, beating blood from one anothers faces with all the elegance of a trout drying on a rock in July. He could almost smell the cooking fish guts.
Settling himself down, standing up straight and pushing his thumbs into his back pockets, K' watches the exchange, smirking a little but making no real sound. He just ... lets them do it. Lets them beat eachother into an ungodly oblivion. In fact, he even winces no Shenwoo's behalf when Bison plows into him with that uppercut that could only have been delivered by some demonic presence that lived in Bison's shoes, charging his entire body and expelling itself through his knuckles. "That .. oh-- ... Oh, that shit hurt... That shit hurt, and I don't care what you say." K' nods to himself, speaking quietly. "Mhmm..."
COMBATSYS: K' gains composure.
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Shenwoo 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0 K'
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Punched, punched, smashed. It's quite a powerful attack, and Shenwoo goes /through/ a nearby section of wall, causing all sorts of concrete dust to be flung up into the air. Surely, /nobody/ could survive so much dust.
Suddenly, though, all the dust is pushed away by a violent explosion of chi, a red aura that surrounds the shadowed form of Shenwoo, who suddenly launches out of the shadows, his eyes wild, his face bloodied, his grin huge and quite possibly completely insane. With no regard for his well-being whatsoever, the self-styled 'God of Battle' attempts to unload a mighty series of attacks on Bison, a seemingly endless barrage of headbutts, punches, kicks... Knee and elbow strikes, to drive the boxer back, further and further, before ending it with a powerful uppercut of his own to drive Bison off of his feet. And the whole time, Shenwoo laughs and roars like a madman, expending a huge amount of energy in an outburst of pure, unbridled violence...!
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Shenwoo's Bakuma Assault.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 K'
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And there Bison goes, smash, smash, smack, smack! So very much pain delivered in so little time! There's really not much that he can do except take it, Shenwoo really must be a god of fighting with the speed he put on that one. The thing is..? "RAAAAAAUUUUGH!" Oh hell, Bison is taking those hits like a champ, even as he gets pounded mercilessly... he wouldn't have it any other way! And the uppercut smashes him high up into the air, sending him on a high arch. But it seems... he recovers midair! And... oh look, he's falling towards K'. "I have lost!" He admits it, "But YOU! You are nothing but a worthless scrawny prick! Where was the fight I desired, you worthless sack of meat!" How does he have time to say so much while he's in the air? No matter... "SHENWOO! You have defeated me, but as a parting gift let's beat down this prideless, gutless man TOGETHER!" And then as he falls he inverts himself, going /HEAD DOWN/ towards K' and letting out a ferocious scream, "AAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGH!" So here comes Bison, shooting towards K' like a meteorite from hell, aiming to headbutt the fighter dead on in perfect head to head combat.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison can no longer fight.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 K'
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits K' with Aerial Head Bomber.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 K'
-- beat this prideless, gutless man together? what!? K's eyes snap open wide, brown eyes flaring, instantly angry at that statement. "What the hell do I have to do with any of this sh-NNGH--FUCK!" K'.. just -disappears- from the frame. The camera can't even keep up with it. For all intents and purposes, he just -VANISHES-. Gone. Poof. Replaced by Bison's headbutting body, dropping after the vicious headbutt. To the far right, there's the sound of crashing, cursing, glass breaking-- and.. was that a cat? .. Think that was a cat. Just meowing.. real loud over there somewhere. The camera finally pans over to see K' stepping back through a hole in the wall, forehead bleeding with a look on his face that said 'I'm so pissed off right now I don't even know what to -DO- with myself'!
He was mad enough to stomp Bison's beaten body into oblivion. But he resists... Instead, he intakes a long breath, then lets it out slow, taking the better part of this bad situation and just... burries it all inside. With a lot of hatred and thoughts of retribution for later. If ever he saw Bison and it was just he and K', it was on. So. So on. K' now the only competitor left for Shenwoo, he walks back into the beaten, decrepit room they'd been given to fight in, and strikes the same pose as before. Hands behind him, fingers in his back pockets. Looking at Shenwoo, his face reading like a book, his words come then, echoing his expression. "... Yeah... ignore that jackass and do what you do." K's eyes drift closed once again, trying to ignore the pain shooting through his forehead like Nails on Ice, skating across the surface of his brain.
COMBATSYS: K' gains composure.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 K'
Thing is, Shenwoo's not even really coherent enough to know /what's/ going on, for most of the next few moments. While Bison is headbutting the bajeezus out of K', the berserker is slowly coming down from the adrenaline high and power surge of his attack, shaking a little and licking some of his own blood off of his face. Ewwwwww.
But then, it's just him and K', and Shen shrugs his shoulders, slipping into his casual, lefthanded boxing stance. "Like I'd do anything else," is his response, still as eager as he was at the beginning of the fight. He lunges at K' suddenly, covering the distance between the two of them in a heartbeat, his shoes scraping faintly against the dusty floor, his left fist extending as he tries to catch the other fighter in the sternum with another rushing punch. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits K' with Gekiken.
- Power hit! -
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Shenwoo 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 K'
The meaty smack of impact. Why does it always hurt worse than it sounds? -- Having been headbutted-- excuse- having the /bajeezus/ headbutted out of you- has its drawbacks. One of them was that everything seemed to appear in slow motion. That being said, K' had a reason to at least smirk when Shenwoo fell into his fighting stance. He couldn't say the two hadn't entertained him just as much as the folks at home. Nevertheless, he grunts and folds when Shenwoo's fist slams into his stomach, buckling him completely. The leather-clad fighter crumples backwards, staggering, stumbling.. and if it wasn't for that well placed piece of weakened drywall, he'd have likely gone down and stayed there. Fortunately it was there and he has the hindsight to actually let himself get pissed off enough to stand straight back up, panting after a series of violent coughs.
In the blink of an eye a pair of black sunglasses seem to materialize in his hands, his jacket flailing open, exposing flesh beneath as he flicks the arms of the shaded lenses out to a standing position and throws them towards Shen. Was it a trophy? Was it him saying 'Yeah, nice fight you guys had there, take a souveniere?' -- Maybe. Or maybe it was a clever ruse for something else entirely. The glasses cut the distance between he and Shen near instantaneously, flipping end over end towards the man's chest with enough force to put him off balance. Even with such a small object.
COMBATSYS: K' can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo dodges K''s Chain Drive.
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-- The glasses thrown miss -entirely-. Seeing two versions of Shenwoo, one appearing as an angel and the other appearing as a devil, they -both- mock him when the sunglasses splat down to the floor somewhere between them. Talk about your bad day. Maybe if Bison hadn't clocked him in the forehead -- with his OWN. DAMN. FOREHEAD, he might have been able to guise the ruse a little better than that. Instead, K' just grumbles.. snaps his fingers and curses loudly, "Shit!" muttering something about boxing as a fighting style and leaning back against the piece of drywall, glaring at Shenwoo. He wanted to say something ... something bitter, something mean.. maybe even throw something at him, like.. like a shoe.
Having none of these things at his disposal, K' just twists his lip up into a disgusted glower and mutters, "... You people need therapy." He had a reason to be pissed, sure enough. One, being thrown in with two mad, screaming cavemen. Two, getting hit in the head by Bison, who just -felt the need- to get noble at the end of the fight. Three? He just wasted a good pair of raybans. They were broken. Concrete does not help plastic. Concrete -hurts plastic-. Standing up straight, K' spits aside on the ground and wipes blood from his forehead onto his leather-covered forearm, looking back at Shen. "Lots of therapy." -- A cameraman gets up close, pushing his lightbulb and lense into K's face and K' just shoves him aside. "Piss off..."
Like there was a therapist in the world who wouldn't just throw up their hands in defeat at half the people on the professional fighting circuit? Shenwoo gets missed by the other fighter's tossed sunglasses, and he just looks a little bewildered by the way K' responds to that fact. Was he... Trying to do something? Shen may never find out! As for the words tossed his way by K' as the other young man makes his departure from the scene, the self-styled 'God of Battle' just chuckles quietly to himself. "Heh... Like you don't?" he murmurs... And then it's time to get congratulated by the crew and cameras it seems, since he won the match... Even if he'd been forgotten and left off the card in the first place.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has ended the fight here.
Log created by Shenwoo, and last modified on 02:38:56 10/04/2006.