Description: 18 years ago, tanks reportedly rolled over protesters in Tiananmen Square. AND NOW IT HAPPENS AGAIN. (Winner: Mr. Big)
Word Warrior Tournament - Elimination Round
Nanako Yanagimura vs. Mr.Big
Dateline: BEIJING, Tiananmen Square.
Cameramen, photographers, journalists, security, fight enthusiasts... All in all, hundreds of people mill around outside the roped off section of Tiananmen Square where this match in the Elimination Round of the World Warrior Tournament is to be held. Pushing through the security personnel and reporters lining the entrance to the ring, Mr. Big, Southtown's Favorite Son, waves to the crowd and television cameras as he enters the fighting area. Dressed in a an ensemble consisting of well tailored black slacks, a deep red paisley-patterned vest over a black silk shirt with red ascot, Mr. Big grins happily as he soaks in the attention. Ignoring the two beautiful women who have entered at his side, Mr. Big lets the girls take the black fur-lined coat off of his shoulders before they exit the ring.
Hmm. Nanako Yanagimura. The name is familiar. She's probably been on a few Saturday Night Fight cards. That's where he's heard it before, surely. But as far as who exactly this Nanako girl is, Mr. Big hasn't the damndest idea.
Damn, just another little high school girl. Mr. Big was hoping she'd be hot. Ah well, time to get this formality over with and move on to the actual tournament rounds. This fight is probably only being broadcast on select cable networks like EFPN 2 or the Vs. Network, anyway. The major broadcast television networks will most likely wait for the preliminary matches to finish before they start pushing the tournament hard.
Producing a pair of batons from the waistband of his slacks, Mr. Big swings the weapons a few times as if to warm up before raising his arm triumphantly to the crowd. Nothing wrong with working the crowd and television viewing audience a little before the fight begins.
There is something incredibly daunting about this whole World Warrior tournament. Sure, League Fights are relatively popular and Saturday Night Fights are the highlight of many peoples' weekends...but this? Fighters of all caliber will be in this tournament, showing off their talent and skills, the likes of which the tiniest Yanagimura sibling has never seen. This sort of tournament is on an entirely different level altogether.
At least to Nanako Yanagimura.
Beijing is a city she has yet to see, especially the famous Tiananmen Square. There is a broad smile on the Taiyo student's face as she bobs along, pigtails bouncing at the sides of her head as she ambles confidently past the roped area. Within her opponent stands, a man who towers a whole foot over the kid and dressed to the nines, it would seem. He doesn't look too terribly familiar to her, but his appears is striking, and nags her consciousness. Like herself, it's a high probability she's seen his face in a few SNF lineups. No big!
"HELLO!!" the girl barks, lifting a hand up from her side as she offers the tall, imposing Chrome-Dome Don a wave of sorts. Clad in her typical school attire, the girl rocks back and forth on the heels of her Mary Jane shoes, a toothy smile lighting up her round, youthful face. "You must be ‘Mister Big,' yeah? Well, I'm Nanako Yanagimura, your opponent for today!" Her feet plant solidly before she pushes off, springing back a few feet before she hops in place, arms wiggling at her sides. A warm up, of sorts!
"I'm ready if you are, mister!" she chimes, one hand resting on her hip as the other thrusts forward, a thumbs up offered to the man. She's not the least bit afraid, despite what odds may truly be against her. "Please do your best, 'kay!?"
COMBATSYS: Nanako has started a fight here.
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Nanako 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has joined the fight here.
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Nanako 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
"...alright, I will..." Mr. Big replies haltingly as he eyes the energetic young girl with a slight frown. Glancing over at one of the television cameras aimed directly at him, Mr. Big seems hesitant to run up and start beating the ever-lovin crap out of this girl who looks like she should be skipping rope or playing jacks, not fighting a full grown man that can bring down buildings with his bare hands.
To a man like Mr. Big image is everything, and he's sure it'd probably suit his worldwide public image to pretend he's somewhat of a nice guy, as a first impression at least. "...but you go ahead," Mr. Big calls out to the girl. "Ladies first," he says for the camera with a charming smile. Beckoning Nanako towards him with his batons, Mr. Big bounces from foot to foot excitedly as he takes some more practice swipes at the air. "Come on girl, let's see what you got!" he calls out happily, the adrenaline rush from being on world-wide television in the World Warrior Tournament beginning to set in.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big takes no action.
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Nanako 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Indeed; it would seem that, perhaps, this is an entirely one-sided match, with Big perhaps coming off as the ‘bad guy' here. But the smile that remains on the young woman's face would put the sun itself to shame. She is cheerful and exuberant today, and regardless of how outmatched Nanako is, she'll fight to prove she's got SOME sort of skill.
"GOOD!" she replies, the thumbs up twisting, a finger pointing at the man's chest, singling him out. "I'd be disappointed otherwise, y'know? Nyaha!" But, what's this? He's letting the kid go first? Furrowing thin black brows, Nanako's features seem hesitant at first, her lips pulled tightly across her round face. Should she?
Her hands lift up, lightly slap-slapping her cheeks before they curl into fists. "C'mon Nyanko," the kid mumbles to herself, trying to work up the nerve. "Yeah, it's a big, worldwide tournament and televised fight, but..." Pausing, the girl looks up, grinning broadly once again. "ALRIGHT THEN!!"
That said the girl dashes forward, pigtails flapping behind her. She attempts to close in and dip low, to sweep a foot out from underneath the Southsynd Lieutenant and send him falling to the ground below! "YAAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Nanako's Quick Throw.
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Nanako 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Groaning under his breath as Nanako writes the textbook on cute, the big-time mafioso shakes his head in irritation. This is the sort of thing that ends up on those gross-out websites. Watch a video of a grown man beating a cute little girl to a pulp with sticks! For once Mr. Big is regretting the fact that there are so many cameras around, if this was a back alley in South Town he'd be having a much easier time of this. Oh well, she signed a release, right?
Falling back into his usually relaxed engarde stance, his right baton up near his cheek and his left down by his waist, Mr. Big waits patiently as the girl rushes him.Hopping straight up and over the girl's sweeping foot, Mr. Big simply brings one of his batons straight down at her head, in an overhand chop motion. Yeah, best not to start out too flashy.
COMBATSYS: Nanako dodges Mr.Big's Medium Strike.
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Nanako 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
While Big seems otherwise occupied with the fact he's facing off against an opponent he perceives as being ‘cute,' Nanako seems concerned more with just doing her best and showing how awesome her talents are! If not to the world watching her, then hopefully herself. And her dad. And her siblings. Yeah. That's what matters most, right?
Rushing forward, the girl dips low and swipes a foot out, but those well-polished and well-loved Mary Janes cut through empty air, leaving the girl with a bemused expression. Her eyes flicker up, looking as the man hops up and wields that menacing baton of his. "Wuhoh," the girl replies, just before she tucks herself into a strange sort of ball shape and rolls back. The baton strikes nothing but solid ground as it descends.
Hopping to her feet once more, the girl beams brightly. "Good start, good start!" she cheers, pumping a fist into the air. Yeah, that's the spirit! Dropping her hand, she punches a tiny fist into an open palm, shoulders squared as she stares ahead at her foe. While he lives up to his namesake in stature, Big is tricksier than he looks. "Hmmmmmm."
Time to devise a strategy.
COMBATSYS: Nanako focuses on her next action.
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Nanako 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Huh. She's a quick one. Alright, well that's probably enough holding back. The audience at least knows she can hold her own now. "Aheh-heh. Yeah, good start," Mr. Big agrees with a smirk. "How about we give the people a show, huh?" Mr. Big asks as he brushes some imaginary lint off of his shoulder. "Let's keep this thing moving!" Taking a few quick steps towards Nanako, it appears as if Mr. Big is going to rush in and attack her. Instead, the Southtown Syndicate gangster slides to a stop some distance away from the girl and swings one of his batons upward. "GROUND BLAZER!" Mr. Big shouts as an orange flare of chi materializes in his baton's wake and continues to race towards the girl along the large paving stones that make up Tiananmen Square.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Nanako with Ground Blazer.
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Nanako 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Hold her own. ..but for how long? Swiftness of foot only gets one so far before they're bound to fail. Regardless, Nanako's expression remains cheerful and clearly upbeat, her eyes bright with enthusiasm for the fight. A show, he asks? "Alright!" she replies, giving the man another thumbs up and a toothy smile. Keep it moving? "Roger-dodger!" she chimes.
And that's when he moves! Blinking, the girl takes not of that furious swell of orange chi energy, and for a moment her jaw drops. Glancing either way, the kid attempts to make a dive to one side, but winds up getting caught and, as result, knocked back a really far distance. Really far. So far she hits the ropes and hangs for a second.
"O...ow." Shaking her head softly, the pigtailed Taiyo girl rises up, rubbing at her thighs and legs uneasily. Already furious scorch marks are present. She'll feel that one in the morning for sure. "Th-that's okay," she tells herself, hands balling into fists. "It's not so bad. I can do it!" With that in mind the girl pushes forward and closes in, her fist aglow with curious pink energy. Oh god, even her talents are girly! "Alright, my TURN!" the girl barks, swinging a fist. And should it connect...
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big fails to interrupt Seven Sacred Strikes from Nanako with Double Ground Blaster.
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Nanako 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Despite the offense that Big prepares for Nanako's arrival, the girl seems to be quicker. Closing in, that glowing fist strikes first, followed by a front kick, then another kick from her other leg. The other hand is aglow, ready to deliver another punch to his gut; heralding another kick from the girl, she executes a quick side kick before pushes off, gaining air as she follows with a one-eighty turning kick and then, lastly, delivering a flipping back kick straight to Big's jaw. All while squealing, "HOAAAAAAAAAH!!" And then landing with a soft ‘click' of heels, slender hands smoothing out her skirt.
Grunting softly with every strike, Mr. Big's large frame is sent stumbling back a step or two as the combo is unleashed on him. His head snapping back from the final kick to his jaw, Mr. Big shakes his head slightly and wipes at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, inspecting it for blood. "Not bad girlie," Mr. Big praises hollowly, his mouth drawn thin and expressionless as he settles back into his engarde position.
What? Praise?
Blinking owlishly, Nanako tilts her head at the much taller Southsynd Lieutenant, girlish features clearly perplexed by this. It's not very often she's paired up against people who actually do such a thing! "W...well thank you sir!" she exclaims, beaming ever so brightly before she gives him the courtesy of bowing. She feels like she's gotten a little better, after all! Maybe all her hard work is staring to pay off!?
With that out of the way the girl purses her lips tightly before she nods her head, reassuring herself. "Alright, c'mon Nyanko, do your best!" And with that she again charges at Mister Big, attempting to deliver a flying kick right at his gut. "HAAAAH! INCOMING DELIVERY!"
COMBATSYS: Nanako successfully hits Mr.Big with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Nanako 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
"Oof," Mr. Big grunts as the tiny foot strikes his stomach with more force than it has a right to. Yeah, it was cute at first, but the girl's tenacity is starting to wear very thin. At the start of the fight Mr. Big was worried about looking like a bully, but if this fight draws out much longer he's going to start looking like a chump. Taking a few steps backwards, Mr. Big grits his teeth and crouches slightly before diving through the air at the schoolgirl, his batons crossed in front of his head as he attempts to bowl her over with his considerable mass. No need for any more talking. Just finish the fight he'll be cracking a bottle of champagne on the gulfstream on the way back to Japan with his girls.
COMBATSYS: Nanako fails to counter Cross Diving from Mr.Big with Incandescent Pulse.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: Nanako can no longer fight.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/--=====|
Her kick lands and, with that, she pushes off and flips, landing with a delicate ‘tap' of her heels against the ground. Smiling still, she doesn't seem the least bit upset. She's remaining a good sport about things, even if Big feels himself to be a chump. It's a fight! That's supposed to happen, right? Someone's gotta lose at some point.
And then it comes. Looking up, Nanako's face goes blanche before she furrows her brows. A hand glows brightly, pink energies swirling as she attempts to just swat him out of the air. Faster than that, however, the man's batons crash into her, sending the girl rolling and tumbling away, landing like a sack of potatoes.
That was...impressively short!
Somehow, the kid has tenacity. Rising to her feet, albeit shakily, she offers a grin to the clear victor here. "Th-thanks," she says, looking considerably humbled by the experience, but still cheerful. Bowing at the waist to the man once more, she offers her thanks before she stands upright once again. Aww, she looks kind of sad, too. "You're good, mister. I appreciate the time you spent...but look out, y'hear!?" There's the Nyanko spirit.
"One day, I'll beat you!" She smiles, but it's friendly. Nanako? Malicious? Never.
Smirking to himself as he feels himself crash into Nanako, Mr. Big hits the ground rolling after landing the attack. Popping back up to his feet, Mr. Big readies himself for a counter attack!
...ooh. Little girl lying in a heap on the ground. Ouch. Well, at least she appears to be alright. "Uh... you're welcome?" Mr. Big replies as he scratches the back of his head. Beat Mr. Big? Yeah. Not likely, kid. This is MISTER BIG we're talkin about here! Turning to kiss his girlfriends as they enter the ring and drape his coat on his shoulders, Mr. Big waves to the crowd and gives the reporters some quick sound-bytes as he pushes his way through the throng of people on the way to his car. That champagne better be chilling.
Log created by Nanako, and last modified on 08:15:23 02/24/2007.