Description: On a golf course in Great Britain, Sean learns a lesson about manhood and how to really get 'punchular'. (Winner: Dudley)
Great Britain. The isle that very well may contain some of the most serene and peaceful, relaxed individuals of all Europe. However even those masses cannot help but be excited over one of the greatest known tournaments in the world, the World Warrior! .. Even if it is the eliminations, it can easily be seen as the beginning of the Road to become champion, the set-up, if you will. Each fighter with their own story, their own dreams, and their own totally sweet moves; with the exception of Yuri Sakazaki, who is a big copycat.
On a suprisingly warm day like today, it proves to be perfect for a spot of tea.. A quiet drive.. Or in Sean Matsuda's case, a round of golf in one of the most grande (and only) golf courses he has ever laid eyes upon. It's a beautiful green area, thirty two courses, with woods, sand dunes, lakes, and tall grass, and where the fight is to take place actually is a mild combination of most, to the fighting 'circle' primarily in a sand dune, surrounded by tall grass that eventually leads over to a small pond.
Sean, dressed in his usual attire of golden yellow gi-ness, currently has a golf club in hand, wearing one of those sweet golf caps, with a young caddy by his side. Likely a fan, whom has confused him for Tiger Woods. D: Sean raises the club and swings, kicking up a huge cloud of sand, and he shields his eyes as he looks upward, "My word! That was a most beautiful swing, undoubtedly a hole in one!" he claims with a broad grin, unaware that he didn't even hit the golf club.
"... You suck, Mister!" his caddy feels the overwhelming urge to note.
"Yes." Sean replies, still looking at the sky with a broad grin, "Yes, sir, I do."
Er.. hit the golf ball.
How fortunate for Dudley that his first match is practically on his front doorstep. Indeed, Great Britain has some of the world's finest--the world's finest scenery, the world's finest fish and chips... the world's finest boxers. And not just the underwear either. It means he -could- laze about... but that isn't Dudley's style, and so he was working out at dawn, preparing himself for the match. Sean Matsuda... a name he doesn't recognize, but Dudley hardly bothers himself with that. More than half the thrill of this tournament is coming up against new faces and new names.
Dudley, always more than prompt, arrived an hour ago, and played a couple of holes; however, he had been informed of the tournament area and so, with a wad of cash and a wink, he made some special arrangements. And so it is that a beautiful Jaguar comes rolling up the green, Dudley standing tall in the backseat, arms crossed, his boxing gloves already laced up... his faithful butler at the wheel. The Jaguar rolls to a stop opposite Sean's position, and Dudley crouches, then leaps out, into the sand pit, tossing up a cloud of dust.
"I say, you are an awfully young man!" exclaims Dudley, as he smoothly whips off his sportjacket and turns, tossing it backhand, to his butler--exposing his thickly muscled arms.
"Still, if you are in the tournament... then I shall not hold back!"
And then comes the pronouncement that Dudley begins all his official bouts with. "Let's fight... like gentlemen!"
COMBATSYS: Dudley has started a fight here.
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Dudley 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Sean has joined the fight here.
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Sean 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Dudley
"AT GOLF!" Sean then finishes, pointing almost dramaticly to his caddy, "While I may not be the best golfer, I am a totally supreme ansatsuken fighter! And that is a lesson that I leave you to think about, kiddo. Scram!"
The other boy twists his lips, arms crossed a moment, and he just shakes his head in disappointment, turning around to go and join the crowd that quite suddenly is growing in volume once the Jaguar arrives, and Dudley stomps into the scene. Barely managing to avoid the spray that ended up near himself, he tightens his fighting gloves, and quite similarly doesn't recognize his opponent, "Haha, maybe I am, but I'm not normal young man!" he boasts, "I am the prized student of Ken Masters! That said:" Like... Gentlemen? Sean isn't too good at that, so he makes a counter offer as he runs forward, and starts off with a shoulder rush, in an attempt to actually try to knock the big man over, "Better idea! Let's fisticuff, like ruffians!!" ... "Mate!"
COMBATSYS: Dudley blocks Sean's Medium Punch.
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Sean 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Dudley
... 'mate'? Dudley -ain't- yer mate, pal! Eh, whatever. The boy is certainly full of spirit; Dudley cannot fault him for that. Spirit is important. Even if Sean is far from normal, he's still a young man. Dudley isn't old by any means, but... well, perhaps it's more mental than physical. Dudley's sure the boy wants to prove himself...
... which is borne out by the way Sean comes rushing in at him. Dudley lowers his right shoulder slightly and leans into Sean's rush, bracing his left foot back; the impact barely seems to hurt him, and Dudley frowns over his gloves.
"Like ruffians? I, young sir, do not fight like a 'ruffian'. I fight like a master of the pugilistic arts, using time-honored techniques! I am no ruffian!" Dudley then steps forward, twisting and shifting his weight, bringing his left glove from down around his hip, straight upwards, shooting an uppercut for Sean's chin--his physical response to Sean's shoulder charge.
COMBATSYS: Sean blocks Dudley's Medium Punch.
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Sean 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Dudley
Sean got the part that Dudley does not fight like a ruffian.. However anything said after that is completely lost on Sean and is shows as his expression goes blank as he staggers back a bit from Dudleys block. He isn't going to lie and pretend he understands though, so he replies with a, ".... whut." His palms join togeather and taking a small step back, he lets his hands do the uppercut blocking, while his mouth does the talking, "Nngh! Nah man, that can't be right. With a punch like that, you definatly have some barbarian in you, laddie. It looks like, I got two jobs today, 1) to totally rock your world," and as he says this, Sean crouches as he attempts to slip behind Dudley and kick him in the back of his knee, and then pull him into a headlock with a couple of punches right in the dome, "2) Bring out your INNER RUFF RYDER!"
COMBATSYS: Dudley endures Sean's Medium Throw.
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Sean 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Dudley
Dudley does -not- like being referred to as barbaric. He doesn't even turn when Sean kicks him in the back of the knee; indeed, he goes down on one knee rather easily. And the pair of punches seem to hammer him down... but not entirely! For Dudley catches himself on the sandy floor and pushes off of it, adding momentum to the punch he's bringing forward to Sean's face. Is it brutal ? Perhaps. Vicious? Not entirely. But Dudley grunts, as he lunges forward with the next punch, "I am no barbarian! My power comes from hard training and a stern work ethic! This body is built from pure sweat and steel!!" And he will prove it, too.
COMBATSYS: Sean endures Dudley's Light Punch.
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Sean 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Dudley
Wo- Woah.. Wow, this guy was made of some pretty tough stuff, that much is for certain. Sean hadn't gone all out just yet, but he wasn't holding back either! "Dan-" POW! The masses cringe as the boxing glove lands so cleanly into Seans face.. Or rather, his shoulder, a hop upward is enough for him to take the entire blow while still being in the perfect position to not just twirl in mid-air, but deliver an almost ALMOST lightning-quick heel kick right across Dudleys own face if he's lucky. If you blinked, you missed it! "Come on, lets be serious for a minute, huh?" SPIN! "You and I both know you were raised in the Bronx, and everyday you had to run from the cops after stealing food to feed your sick little sister! You're gangster, right?! Fess up!"
COMBATSYS: Sean successfully hits Dudley with Ryuubi Kyaku.
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Sean 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Dudley
Facekicked. Hnn. Dudley's head twists with the blow, and his frown--and his champion boxer's glare--only deepens further. "I am a proud son of Briton! Do not associate your street rat's life with -me-, young man!" See... getting Dudley angry is a -bad- thing, generally, and it shows as the boxer, who was reeling back from the swift kick...
Suddenly isn't. Suddenly he's rushing forward, aiming to arrive at Sean's landing position just as the Ansatsuken Pest does. Dudley wants to greet Sean. He wants to greet Sean with a flurry of swift left jabs, meant to pepper Sean's head and chest and open him up for the short right uppercut that follows smoothly thereafter.
COMBATSYS: Sean blocks Dudley's Machinegun Blow.
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Sean 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Dudley
What's up with Dudley? It looks like he's starting to get a little hot-headed, which doesn't seem to be the reaction that Sean was expecting, "Uh-oh," a flurry of punches? Jabs? He's not entirely out of home here, Sean actually seems to do a great job of only getting clipped by the flurrys as he sways from side to side, and the mighty uppercut smacks into his raised backhand, drawn upward and away from his face, "Hey come on, you don't have to resort to name calling! I'm just tryin' to help YOU out, look at you, you're -boring-!" He shakes out his hand, then strikes low again, ateempting to sweep Dudleys legs out from under him with a sweeping kick. This is followed then by a grab at the ankle, in which he'd twists sharply a few times to soften it up, "Now me? I'm on fire! I take it to the next level, baby! Cuz I'm not afraid to be a roughneck!"
COMBATSYS: Dudley interrupts Quick Throw from Sean with Slipping Jab.
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Sean 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Dudley
Sean is right about one thing: Dudley is letting his anger get to him. That changes in a microsecond; suddenly Dudley is cool-headed and thinking straight. He has but one goal in this fight--and that is to defeat Sean and advance to the next around. Sean's blather and bluster don't matter; let Sean think what he likes. Dudley is secure--he knows who he is, and where he comes from, and Sean's psychological tactics won't work on him.
Neither will Sean's attempt to disable Dudley's leg; though the sweep hits, Dudley was prepared for it, and so he kicks his leg out to avoid the grab, turning at the same time and finally landing a glove to the side of Sean's face, a quick slipping punch. It should give him, at least, the time he needs to right himself and begin preparing again.
The moment the punch hits, one might swear they just heard the sound of a timekeepers bell going off. Once moment Sean was rocking out, and then the next, just takes a jab right to the face, making his eyes cross and stagger back a few steps, ".. Wh.. Wha.. Who?" he sputters, slapping his cheeks a couple of times.
And then grins weakly as a blood trickles down his upper lip, "All right, all right, that was a nice move right there, but that isn't enough. Come on, Dudley." he wipes at his nose, and gets up in Mr. Mustaches grill once more time, to try and clutch Dudley by his shirt, twist sharply to flip him over his shoulder, and slam him right onto the ground, "At least give me a 'United Kingdom Represent'! -Something-! Be awesome for a minute!"
COMBATSYS: Sean successfully hits Dudley with Seoi Nage.
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Sean 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Dudley
Sean is giving Dudley a far harder fight than he expected; though he tries to slip back from Sean's grab, there's a soft spot in the sand that his left heel sinks into and by the time he pulls it free, Sean's pulled him free.
*WHAM*
Dudley rolls just after impact, so as to break away from Sean, and rises to his feet... grinning faintly, but not willing to chat with young Mr. Mitsubishi, it seems... instead, choosing to take a momentary breather, to resettle his countenance. However, he's not being terribly passive about it; he beckons Sean forward with one glove, never leaving his boxer's stance, his feet switching back and forth from lead to lag as he waits.
COMBATSYS: Dudley gains composure.
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Sean 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Dudley
Sakura heads to Europe.
Sean needs a moment to just.. Appreciate the beauty of his slam.. The way it made the sand rise, like a sandstorm in the middle of a desert. Only much more beautiful. The way his waist twisted around was nothing short of artistic perfection, it was truely a execution of beauty. But that isn't what Matsuda is about. No, he's about getting in there and just beating the unholy hell out of his opponents! "YEAH!!" he cheers to himself, looking absolutly ecstatic, "Am I unstoppable today? I very well may be!"
Dudley beconing him forward? Matsuda just shakes his head, hands setting on his hips as he replies, "All right.. But you'll be sorry, check this out!" kicking up a bit more sand, Sean wasted no time just going in an all out dash toward the other man, leaping into the air as he snaps out one kick, twists his hips, heel kick, and one more twist to complete his spinning kick extraveganza, "I'm feeling rowdier than ever!!"
COMBATSYS: Dudley blocks Sean's Tornado Kick.
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Sean 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Dudley
If nothing else, Dudley's masterful defense of Sean's attack proves that the young Mr. Mitsubishi is not, in fact, 'unstoppable'... because that's exactly what he does. The champion boxer stands his ground, and each kick is met with his forearms or his gloves, thudding into all-too-solid flesh. And because Dudley's spent years training his body, those blows look like they barely phased him.
Again... Dudley just smiles at Sean's blather. Only lesser fighters need to run their mouths... great ones let their fighting talk for them. A fact Dudley tries to demonstrate, as he lunges forward, getting up close and personal with Sean as his right hand pulls back and launches forward into a stepping straight, a true 'power punch'...
COMBATSYS: Sean fails to interrupt Fierce Punch from Dudley with Hadou Burst.
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Sean 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Dudley
"What the- Stop that!" Sean yells, as Dudley makes his tornado kicking look so.. So weak and not very awesome! But perhaps it's to be expected from a boxer, but Sean, he makes it clear that he runs his mouth and his feet! .. And his fists. Etcetera, etcetera. So the boxer looks to knock Seans block off? Pardon him as he rips a page from Sakura's book, drawing his hands back and not looking to be making any effort to get out of the way, energy crackling about his hands and then POW! Not enough time quite to get it out, Sean is knocked onto the ground, creating another sand cloud as he slides along it, eyes rolled back.. But then his knees tuck in and he kip ups to his feet, fists raised in the air, "Didn't hurt!"
And then keels over, arms crossed over his chest as his knees buckle, "Ow ow ow ow.. Ow.."
Didn't hurt... as if. Dudley may not be the most smashtastic slab of meat out there but he -knows- how to throw a punch. He is -intimately familiar- with the physical mechanisms that allow a man to throw his fist forward hard enough to break a brick in half. He's done it. Several times. And he won't stop now. Right now... Sean's head is that brick. Dudley raises his eyebrows and actually just... stands in place. He even drops his arms. Didn't hurt?
"Well, then... if it didn't hurt," Dudley replies, "Then we have a fight to finish... Unless you'd rather forfeit?" Dudley clearly has no intentions of doing so.
COMBATSYS: Dudley focuses on his next action.
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Sean 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Dudley
Sean gets over it. It takes him a moment, but he get over it, standing up and clutching his head as he stares back at Dudley, "... F- Forfeit? Have lost your freakin' mind?? I'm too busy winning this match!"
And that's when he stands fully, throwing a couple of fake jabs, and hops lightly on his feet, "Now then, before I was so rudely interrupted! I believe I was about to show you Real Ultimate Power! BEHOLD!" hands draw back once more, and in just moments time, palms thrust forward, releasing a mighty orange ball of chi, toward his gentlemanly opponent. And then the orange ball explodes with a bright white aura, picking up in speed for no good reason. OPTIC BLAST!!
COMBATSYS: Sean successfully hits Dudley with Hadou Burst.
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Sean 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Dudley
Sean has shown some impressive tenacity--and now... well, yeah. Dudley's gonna get hit. And he gets rocked back a step or two. But it isn't enough to down him, not even close; he barely even staggers as he was moving forward anyways, his bulk exploding forward as he goes; the few steps he takes has him weaving back and forth, almost as if starting up a feared technique...
But he's not moving fast enough for it and it wasn't his intention anyways. Coming to a stop right in front of Sean, Dudley plants his feet, leading with his left, starting a momentum transfer that powers up through his legs and into his upper body, adding just that much more to the low left hook he throws--a blow some know as the Liver Blow.
COMBATSYS: Sean dodges Dudley's Hook Punch.
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Sean 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Dudley
One might bet Dudley didn't suspect the fact that Sean NEEDS his liver!! It's true, people, and as such Sean will do all in his power to make sure that whatever Dudley has planned, Sean must. not. get. hit. by. it. Especially in the liver, "W- W- Woah!! It's like Bull whatshisface from Punch Out!!" Sean yells, "OooOOOOOOOOOOOOOH-" the fist and Sean move in slow motion for a moment, as the hook swooshes toward him, with sweet after-images behind it. Seans face contorts, his knees barely bend and he leans backward, and backward some more and it's straight out of The Matrix.
Time resumes, and Sean completes his backflip, facelooking slightly pale, "SNAP! Oh boy I sure dodged a bullet there!" and be dazzled, as Sean takes a leap forward then upward, trying to catch Dudley under the chin with a short, twirling uppercut, "Shoryuken!" land, twist, and a slightly higher one, "Shoryuken!!"
COMBATSYS: Dudley interrupts Medium Punch from Sean with Slipping Jab.
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Sean 0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1 Dudley
Good show, Sean, good show! But if you think that prissy twirling uppercut's going to cut it... you're wrong. There's a technique in boxing called the cross-counter (not Cross Counter that is Dudley's move), and it involves punching so as to take your opponent out of their punch just at the same time. So that's what Dudley does; he utilizes some of his super-fast arm speed and just jabs Sean right in the mush. So the first uppercut hits but is severely reduced in power, Dudley gladly taking the hit on the chin in order to smash Sean's mush.
Ow my MUSH. Dudleys tactic proves useful and effective, as it knocks plenty of wind from the sails that is Sean. However, while the first time it may have stunned him, this time he takes it like a man, once more staggering back- But having remembered quite well where Dudley's position last was.
So half blindly charging forward again, Sean leaps at the Gentleman, leaping to grip the mans collar and plant one foot on his gut. And with a shift of his weight backward, means to fall back and spring Dudley off with his foot, "Hyaah!"
COMBATSYS: Dudley interrupts Quick Throw from Sean with Rocket Upper.
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Sean 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Dudley
One of the nice things about stopping a man's attack like that is, even when they recover, Dudley is often in a position to be able to effectively counter their next attack... and often that attack is made with haste and with something that does not approximate true skill.
Sean is showing true skill; Dudley will not lie. But he remains poised and ready. Sean's foot finds its mark... but that is about it, as suddenly Dudley bursts into motion; his feet plant again, that rotational kinetic energy traveling through his body... this time it's accompanied by a swirl of energy, wind-power slashing upwards around Dudley as he thrusts his right glove right into Sean's chin, the impact sounding like a shotgun blast. It's a short uppercut that has Dudley barely airborne--but it lifts Sean into the air, and leaves him there long enough for Dudley to land, rotate and lunge again, uppercutting Sean again... and somehow Dudley is fast enough to land and 'go long' with a third and final uppercut, the wind energy having coalesced into blades that have surrounded Dudley during the dazzling aerial display. Having landed his countertechnique, Dudley whips out a pale pink rose and tosses it in the air, where it will gently float down to where Sean's body was. And Dudley mutters, under his breath. "Gutter trash..."
Sean is most certainly about to face a most ouches of ooches, that much is for certain. He can't tell that there's anything wrong with the momentum at first, but when he tugs back and Dudley moves up instead of foward? That's when the pain begins. forcefully seperated by the first punch, Sean lurches upward, in perfect position for the dazzling juggle that follows that has the ansatsuken student howling in pain and feeling the burn, his vision blacking out for a moment as his body goes limp.
But when he comes too, a bit bloody but quite bruised, Sean finds himself not on his back, but on his hands and feet like Spider-man, "Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap," he hisses under his breath, and without a second thought is putting his all to make his next attack as furious as his previous assault; and Dudley actually finds his rose, by the stem, clenched within Seans jaw, "OO A'INK 'AH MAMA!!" he yells, streaking forward toward Dudley once again, with yet another powerful shoulder rush, and again his mini-dragon punches come into play as he releases the flower from his maw, "You can't make me EAT MY GREENS!" following those would be a thrust kick under the chin to then attempt to knock Dudley upward followed with a rising tornado kick, "But you can SAMPLE THIS!"
Falling to the floor once more, breathing heavy, Sean raises his fists to upward, looking ready to brawl it out for a while longer! But.. We all know better than that, as he chokes and spits out a smatter of blood as he drops to his knees, "A.. Aw man.. N- No way.."
COMBATSYS: Sean can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Dudley blocks Sean's Hyper Tornado.
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Dudley 0/-------/---====|
Well, -clearly-! If Dudley were Sean's mama Sean would look about a billion times sexier and more amazing than he does... and he doesn't look all that sexy and amazing right now. Dudley's rose... no -man- touches those roses with his mouth, however. Fortunately Sean releases it, or he might find his mush mashed again... instead, Dudley elects the 'kinder' option, and simply goes into defensive mode, bobbing and weaving as he deflects Sean's kicks and punches, simply refusing to go down. In the end... Dudley is called the winner, and he immediately produces another set of roses, flinging them into the crowd for the hot women to catch; and then he's acknowledging his win with raised hands.
But, he does spare a moment for Sean, kneeling next to the fighter. "You fought with honor! If you can control your mouth as well you will become a truly world-class combatant!" And then... then it's teatime, and Dudley's getting back into the Jaguar, while his butler prepares tea and biscuits. Yes, there is a tea service built into the car. Yes, it's a special order item. And no, Dudley is -not- sharing.
COMBATSYS: Dudley has ended the fight here.
Huff huff.. Wheeze.. Try as he may, Sean just isn't getting back up from this one; but it is a pretty nice change to be conscious at the end of his big matches! Truely Kens training has hardened his body, doubly hardening his spirit! And all that other fluffy clouds and rainbow stuff, "H- Heh.. No offense, but that just isn't my style. *huff* Good fight."
But Sean just can't be all smiles; he really does wish the crowd could have been roaring in victory of himself, but them's the breaks, right? With the medics rushing Seans way, Matsuda is back on his feet at that point, shaking his head, "Naw I'm all right. But if you have those mini-weiners around, that would be totally awesome."
FIN??
Log created by Dudley, and last modified on 08:14:40 02/25/2007.