Description: See Iori fight Geese's henchman. See Iori get the ever-loving crap beat out of him. See Iori frown. (Winner: Yamazaki/Mr. Big)
Mr. Big arrives at the Geese Center, whatever that is, and makes his way to the roof just in time for the fight to begin. There isn't an entourage with him, no Yeah Champs, no Cornermen, not even any women; just Mr. Big in his normal fighting attire. Taking his place on top of the Geese Center, Mr. Big produces two batons from his coat and waits for the fight to start.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
"What, did you get lost gettin' here, Big? It's the skyscraper that Geese owns."
Already on the roof of Geese's Metro City location, Ryuji Yamazaki reclines against one of the walls that houses the top of the stairwell that led to the roof. A cigarette rests idly between two fingers, smoke wafting up past his face. Yamazaki smirks briefly before lifting said cigarette to his lips for a brief puff. "Coulda flown back to Southtown and back before your lazy ass got here." He lifts one foot up, then taps the cigarette's cherry off against his shoe-heel before tossing the butt away. "So where's Yagami? It's past time for this to get going."
One 'interesting' match after another with this Saturday Night Fight of Geese's.
If 'interesting' is another word for idiotic and boring, at least.
The last match up had provided Iori Yagami with some interesting moments. This one, though? The set up for this fight was /just/ ridiculous enough to inspire Iori to take his sweet time in getting to his destination. It's cold outside, the winds whipping around fiercely on the rooftop of Geese Center in Metro City. It seems that the Southsynd lackeys both get here on time; Yamazaki is even early. Iori, though?
"What a waste of my time."
He arrives fashionably late.
Stepping out into the rooftop about five minutes after Mr. Big's arrival, Iori's expression is bland at best as he looks between Big, and Yamazaki. "Oh, look. A couple of chumps that think they're something special. This ought to be interesting." The tone of the Yagami scion's voice is bored and lackluster, his visible eye rolling as he shoves his hands deep into his pockets. Geese. Always putting him in such /fun/ fights.
COMBATSYS: Iori has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
"It's a long story," Mr. Big snaps at Yamazaki, his face glowering. "Let's just get this damn thing started. I got some shit to work out, and I guess beating this red haired punk's face in will have to do for now." He practically growls as his knuckles turn white under the pressure of his grip on the batons.
Speak of the devil. "You know, I couldn't care less about you calling yourself a chump, Iago, but Yamazaki here is my friend, and I can't let you talk about him like that," Mr. Big replies, his mouth breaking into a slight grin for the first time since his arrival. Nothing like a bit of trash talking to cheer you up.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big takes no action.
There's a brief chuckle underneath Yamazaki's breath as he turns to face the door once Iori's finally arrived. He gives Big a moment, then just shakes his head. "Ain't worth jawjackin' at him, he's too stupid t'listen. Just yells about how you talk too goddamn much, then keeps talkin' for another ten minutes." He tilts his head sharply off to one side, popping his neck before his right hand slips into its pocket. "Waste of goddamn time." The fingers of his left hand curl into a fist for a moment, then he snaps that arm downward. The limb seems to stretch down and brush against the concrete for a moment before returning to normal length. "C'mon, Yagami. Let's you and me have a little challenge. I'll keep my yap shut if you think you can go for more'n a damn minute without whining about how goddamn depressed you are." With that, the blonde shuts his mouth, and just grins.
"Looks like nothing's changed with you, Yamazaki." Iori doesn't even deign to look at the Southsynd thug as he speaks to him; instead, he simply runs a hand through his crimson hair and looks to the sky. "But, seeing as how I've already beat the crap out of you, I don't really have any interest in a weak piece of shit like you." He spits the ground at this, before those dark eyes focus on Big, considering him silently for a moment. Is the so-called pimp saying something? Yagami is doing a marvelous job of filtering out the bald man's words.
Iori takes his time to act, stretching out one arm, and then the other, rolling his neck as he takes Big into consideration. "... Che. Let's just get this done with." And that said, Yagami takes a single, calm step forward... before simply bursting into a full-flung run, rushing across the distance between himself and Big as his hands clasp together. As soon as he's close enough, the last Yagami scion whips his body through the air while still in motion towards Big, his hands slinging around to impact against the side of the man's skull viciously as they erupt in violet fire. "GUUUOOH!!"
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Iori's Tsumagushi.
Ducking his head and crossing his batons in front of Iori's attack as the flaming purple hands zero in on the side of his head, Mr. Big manages to ward off most of the physical force of the blow, but a good deal of the powerful chi still licks his head painfully. "See Iago, this is why you never get invited to any parties. Such a downer," the big bald gangster chides as he slides back a step and a half from Iori's assault. Taking a quick step foreword, Mr. Big swings the baton in his right hand at the redhead's jaw even as he takes another step to facilitate a lunging strike at the man's nose with his left baton.
See? Iori just keeps talking. It's almost like deailng with a petulant child that missed snacktime.
And Yamazaki only shakes his head and chuckles to himself as he watches Yagami lunging towards Big. While Iori is moving, Yamazaki is shifting his stance just a little, angling his left shoulder out towards the both of them. And while Big prepares his block and counter-attack, the Southsynd enforcer's left arm just starts to dangle lifelessly, whipping around a bit with the force of the wind. He narrows his eyes just a little, waiting.. waitiiiing... then right as that left baton of Big's comes up, Ryuji's left arm moves as well. The limb slashes right through the air, turning his hand just a little and balling his fingers into a fist as he aims to drive his knuckles right into one of Iori's kidneys.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Iori with Medium Strike.
- Power hit! -
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Iori with Snake Tamer.
For all Iori's apparant talking, it seems Big and Yamazaki make up for it in spades. As it is, the man is done talking; like always, he fights, and the most that come out of his mouth are random bellows. However, it would seem that the Yagami heir is stuck at a small point. Feeling his assault blocked, Iori attempts to reel backwards -- but that baton strikes his jaw painfully, leading into the second strike to his nose. Not nearly enough to break it, though blood spills painfully as he reels backwards. Just in time to get struck by Ryuji's kidney shot, the force of the blow combined with Iori's lack of balance causing him to launch into the air briefly. That hurt, but...
... Iori's not done yet. Eyes narrow as soon as his feet strike ground, and soon enough he is leaping through the air, right towards Big again. Like he said, he has no interest in Yamazaki; he instead focuses his attention on grasping Big by the head. If he makes contact, a plume of flames billow out from Iori's hand, intent on consuming Big's head with those searing, cursed flames before knocking him away with a sudden explosion of power. "UUWAAAARGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big interrupts Koto Moon Negative from Iori with Double Ground Blaster.
So Iori wants a piece of Mr. Big, huh? Can't blame him, really. It seems to be going around lately. On the other hand, if there's one thing Mr. Big does NOT want a part of, and that'd Iori's cursed purple flame. That stuff stings! Lucky for Mr. Big, he has flames too! Only better yet, his aren't cursed, and BETTER STILL... his aren't purple either.
His hands flying into motion as soon as his face is grabbed, Mr. Big swings both of his batons skyward. He'd normally be shouting 'DOUBLE GROUND BLASER!' at this point, but his mouth is kind of muffled by Iori's dainty hand right now. At any rate, as Mr. Big's batons ascend, a large plume of fiery orange chi bursts from the ground in the wake of each baton, engulfing both combatants as Iori's purple chi begins to shoot from his hand!
His face wrinkled in anticipation of pain, Mr. Big slowly relaxes and glances around curiously. After all that, barely a scratch on him. Lowering his batons back to his side, Mr. Big tugs at his vest smugly. "Heh."
Once again, Iori just goes straight after Big. Yamazaki just chuckles to himself again, shaking his head as the assault results in Iori getting blasted square in the face. A brief grin is given to the bald Southsynd Don before Yamazaki shakes his head. Pathetic. This was the guy that beat him? He was just a joke now; musta just been havin' a bad day when he fought Yagami. While they're busy wrestling with chi, Yamazaki... lights another cigarette. One deep drag is taken, though the cherry is left attached to the rest of the cigarette. Ryuji blows the smoke off into the air, then just releases the cigarette. It starts to drop down through the air, then Yamazaki spins around, bringing his foot up to kick the white-hot ash and burning paper and tobacco into the air, causing it all to scatter while airborne, right into Iori's face.
COMBATSYS: Iori overcomes Suna Kake from Yamazaki with Yami Barai.
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Iori 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
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|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Must be a bad day for Iori, because it seems the man's attack is easily dealt with; though there's something else there, he hardly cares to pay much attention to details. All he knows, all he registers, is the fact that two bursts of chi overcome him. Really, it's not that painful of an experience for Iori; and were he less busy, he'd be sure to make a comment about it. But as it stands, he's a bit too busy staggering back from the sudden outburst of power, skin singing as he takes one step backwards, and then another, shaking his head and snorting. That stung. And now Iori is upset.
But this time, the Yagami heir switches up his tactics a bit. Instead of going after Big, he deals with the sudden onrush of... cigarette ashes? Straight for his face?
What the hell is that supposed to be?
Iori doesn't deign to dodge or guard against the incoming and unusual assault. Instead, he hurls his right hand forward as if throwing something. And only a second later, a gout of violet flames explodes from the roof's floor, eating up the ashes in its wake as it makes a swift, destructive path -- straight for Yamazaki.
Glancing over at Yamazaki as he lights up a smoke, Mr. Big's mouth falls into a contemplative frown. Man. That looks good. Iori's attention seems to be focusing on the other Southsynd Lieutenant for the moment, giving Mr. Big a moment to himself for a change. Reaching into his coat pocket, Mr. Big pulls out a small package of cigarillos. Yeah, he's been trying to quit for a while now, but well... why give Billy the satisfaction? Plucking one of the cigarillos out of the pack, Mr. Big strikes a match and lights it up. Mmm... nothing like real Cuban tobacco.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big gains composure.
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Iori 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
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|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki reflects Yami Barai from Iori with Bai Gaeshi.
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Iori 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
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|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Ah, well. His nicotine fix has been had for the moment, and while the idea of burning Iori's face with cigarette ash amused him, it just wasn't meant to be. The violet flames eat up the airborne cigarette, and continue right on towards the blonde thug. "Meh." Yamazaki tilts his head off to one side, popping his neck before his left hand sweeps across his body, just a moment before the flames would have hit him. He just holds the flames aloft in his palm for a moment before bringing that hand right back up in an uppercut-motion, releasing the flames at chest-level and sending them right back where they started.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Iori with Reflected Yami Barai.
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Iori 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Yamazaki
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|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Same as last time, Iori finds his flames hurled back at him. He's hardly surprised; instead, he just attempts to move to the side, only to find he's not quite fast enough -- the flames move swifter than they did originally. But they're striking the original sender, and so don't even send Iori staggering back -- a pale version of what they once were. Instead, he just keeps on moving, carving a path for Big once more. His intent is to close the distance between them, and when he's close enough... jam those long, clawed fingers deep into the other man's gut. "GUWAAAARGH!!"
If successful, Iori moves quickly. Fingers in the man's gut, he whips around an entire 180 degrees before he simply shreds UPWARDS powerfully with those hands, letting loose a spray of blood in his wake.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big interrupts Saka Sakahagi from Iori with California Romance.
- Power hit! -
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Iori 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Yamazaki
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|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
His mini-stoogie clenched tightly between his teeth as Iori's own reflected projectile slams into him, Mr. Big's eyebrows furrow in concentration as the angsty young man rushes toward him. Sorry Yagami, this pissed-off playa is just way too focused and on top of his game today. He should be in a bad mood more often, really.
Bending at the knees as Iori's claw-like hand reaches for his chest; Mr. Big expels a puff of smoke from his cigarillo and leaps into the air before Iori has a chance to continue his assault. Jacking the redhead across the face with his upward left-hand baton strike, Mr. Big continues the fluid wave up motion by backhanding Iori's jaw with his right reverse-gripped baton, carrying both men into the air via Mr. Big's own version of the rising uppercut. Sadly for Yagami, Mr. Big's descent is a lot softer than his own, the Diamond Don's fancy Italian leather shoes touching the ground with a gentle tap as he lands.
Yamazaki is just fighting hard to keep from laughing right now. For all the talk earlier, this certainly isn't the same Iori Yagami he fought just days earlier. "Pfft. Pathetic." He shakes his head, then lets a chuckle loose as he watches the two of them start to go airborne. "Nice shot, Big!" Yamazaki comes rushing in again as Iori starts to descend from the uppercut, getting a few steps for momentum before bringing his right leg up and around, aiming to just plant his shiny black dress shoe into whatever part of Iori's body he can drive a kick into.
COMBATSYS: Iori fails to interrupt Light Kick from Yamazaki with Yumebiki.
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|===----\-------\0 Yamazaki
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|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Iori can no longer fight.
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|===----\-------\0 Yamazaki
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|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
This is what happens when you pit someone against two fighters of such skill as Mr. Big and Yamazaki. While individually he'd scoff at both of them, together it's just a bit too much. Of course, Iori knows the reasons behind it -- but does he care? Hardly. Howard's made his point by flexing his big scary muscles behind cheap tricks and henchman. And Yagami finds himself less than impressed.
Still, though; Iori's a bit too busy getting beat on to bother with those thoughts. None of the attacks hurt all /that/ much, but all of them combined are enough to rather quickly take Yagami down. The baton-uppercut is enough to send Iori into the air, and just as he is about to respond to Yamazaki's assault while in mid-air... it doesn't seem successful, and Iori goes crashing into the ground from a kick to the ribs, rolling across the ground before /slamming/ into a nearby door. That stung. And...
... And it's just barely enough to keep Yagami down. Rolling back onto his knees, he looks between the two... and grins. "... heh. Whatever. Tell Howard I get it. What a big man." Blood trails down Iori's lips as he speaks, half-heartedly wiping it away as he lifts himself unsteadily back onto his feet. He can't fight anymore; but he's not been beaten enough that he can't hobble towards the door, open it up, and unless stopped, start to leave. Geese has made his point. And now Iori gets to be sore for the rest of the day, and in a terrible mood to boot. That was more than slightly humiliating.
Pulling the cigarillo out of his mouth Mr. Big exhales sharply and watches Iori slink off. "Hmft," he grunts as he walks over to Yamazaki, ignoring the SNF cameras for once and pops the stogie back into his mouth. "Hell, I don't know about you, but I haven't even broken a sweat yet," he mutters over his smoke as he wipes at the small burn on his head, the only evidence that he was even in a fight today. "I thought he was supposed to be some sort of big deal." Scratching at his throat, Mr. Big looks up into the sky thoughtfully before regarding Yamazaki once more. "I am kind of thirsty though, wanna go get a beer?"
With response to Big's first couple comments, Yamazaki just shrugs his shoulders. "Eh. Had a fight with him a couple days ago and he worked me pretty good. I musta just been havin' a shit day, 'cause that was pathetic." At the mention of alcohol, though, the Enforcer lets a grin tug at the corners of his lips. "Shit, beer'd go down good right about now. Let's get down offa this damn roof, though, cold as hell up here, my damn ears are gonna fall off if we don't get outta here." He chuckles lightly, shaking his head again before he opens up the door to the stairs. "C'mon, Big. Hell, I'm in a good mood now, I'll buy the first round."
"The only thing better than beer is free beer," Mr. Big replies with a chuckle as he follows Yamazaki down the stairs.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has left the fight here.
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|===----\-------\0 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has ended the fight here.
Log created by Iori, and last modified on 03:23:14 03/01/2007.