Description: "Oh, Yamazaki /remembers/ this. He remembers this buildup. There's no mistaking it when Ralf gets so pissed off that he looks like he's about to punch through an entire stack of babies. Most anyone with at least half a shred of sense would be getting the hell out of the way right now." ... It's dueling. With HUMVEES. ... Just pure awesome. (Winners: Yamazaki and Raiden)
It's a hot, nasty-ass day here in Texas, the asshole of the United States. Which is to say, it's normal for the end of winter, a mere ninety degrees Fahrenheit as opposed to the "boiling skin" temparatures one can expect during the summer. There are a lot of local people around today: those that think living in this godforsaken desert is a good idea, those whose brains have been baked long, long ago. Cameras have large umbrellas over them to protect the delicate equipment from being braised to the point of uselessness. Commentators, smarter folk, they, are equipped with those sweet little hand-held battery-operated fans that spritz water with the press of a lever.
"God damn, this place is as nasty as Satan's butthole itself." Ralf is dressed light today: he's without his bandana. Sure, he could have come without his kevlar jacket, but when today's fight is going to be with bullets and grenades, well...it's just smart to be ready for that kind of thing. Both Hummers are set at what's been made up like a racing line. A good twenty feet separate the vehicles, already warmed up and running, the chassis rumbling from umpteen billion horses raging beneath the hood. The Ikari stands in the back of his team's: the top has been taken off to make room for the mounted chaingun. Leaning on the barrel from the side, he wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of an already-dusty arm. "You ever driven one of these?" he asks of D!, looking off at the other hum instead of at him. "It ain't like any pussy old Civic, you know."
Heavy D! meanwhile...well, he's not fortunate enough to have a kevlar jacket as standard. And being clad in dark colors for the most part, the head is pretty damn harsh on him too. Enough that he sheds his usual athletic jacket, leaving it draped over the back of his seat as he settles into the driver's seat. "No...and God knows I hope I never have to again," he mutters. This isn't the kind of fighting he was expecting here. This....this is just plain ridiculous to be honest.
Whoever had this bright idea for a fight set up is going to expect a knuckle sandwich sometime in the near future...
Whoever thought putting a fat man in something like this is a bit nutty. Much like the one for the opposing team the humvee for the Southtown Syndicate duo is missing the back to make room for all the items held in the back alot with Big Bear. There is a chaingun along with all sorts of other fun stuffs pushed in there along with some special items that Geese allowed the pair to smuggle in such as dynamite. Even if the weather is shitty as all get out this is nothing new for someone that grew up in the Outback which had equally horrendous days.
Instead of his usual wrestling gear he is decked out in a wife beater and a pair of jeans. Of course the mask remains on as the Aussie chews on a cigar with arms folded and peering across the battlefield towards both Ralf and D! "Oi, ready mate?" he asks while unfolding his arms and slapping on the side of the vehicle. "Lets get this over with so we can go someplace cooler and get some beers in us."
"I hate to say it, but Shitstain over there is right. This place is damn well horrible. Once we're done, we'll be drivin' this thing right up t'the bar." Ryuji Yamazaki smirks over his shoulder at the oversized Australian riding, somehow, both shotgun and back seat at the same time. Even he's changed from his usual outfit; all black in this territory would be a horrible idea. Whether by cruel joke or sadistic humor, he's managed to find himself a rather cheery-looking Hawaiian shirt, left unbuttoned, along with a pair of knee-length shorts and shoes.
"... man, the hell are we waitin' for?" Yamazaki revs the engine a couple times, thoughtfully, brow furrowed just slightly. "Eh, to hell with this. Strap in!" And, with that, the thug decides to kick things off. He slams his foot down on the gas, and sand kicks up in flurries behind him as the Humvee peels out. The engine roars, and off the Southsynd team goes, roaring across the desert.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Raiden has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: HeavyD has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Ralf has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Ralf 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
Grinning like an idiot, Ralf makes his first mistake of the night: he plops a hand down on one of the bald parts of D's head, pushing it around like one would a sturdy nephew. "Are you kidding? Think of the possibility! Think of the DANGER! You're gonna have bullets zipping an inch away from your melon, man!" Oh, that'll earn him a hit later, to be sure. But, rather than chance a pop in the eats before the match even begins, he ducks back away to the back of the hummer, one hand on the mounted gun's handle while the other checks out slides, belt feeds, all that stuff. It wouldn't do to have it jam in the middle of it, you know.
Before long, the poor sap with the task of starting this spectacle comes out. In his hand is a small gun with blanks, a common thing for races and such sporting events. The 'racers' are given the call to ready, and that's when Ralf gets fully behind his gun. Oh, if only Clark were here... He's SO going to rub this in his face later.
The blank is fired, ringing loud through the thin, dry air. Time for two men to mash the pedals, to clear away from the idiots too stupid to realize that they shouldn't be standing around where live ammunition is going to be used. ...But surely, a televised event wouldn't use REAL bullets, would they? Whether the slugs are metal or plastic, the Ikari lets loose a short burst of fire, aiming it at the Fat Mayn that seems to be his counterpart for this thing. Nothing serious, just in the arm.
After all, they'd just bounce off of his gut.
Heavy D! grimaces as his partner shoves his head down on the shaven parts. "Hey!" he nearly growls, highly annoyed at this point. "That's exactly the problem! I came here for a real fight, not some glorified action movie scene," he mutters. He doesn't like the idea of having to fight with guns, personally. Grumbling, he still grasps the wheel. He's not exactly about to get out of this after all.
In any case, he sees the guy in charge of signaling the start of the fight. He gets ready, grabbing the stick and putting his feet on the pedals in preparation. As the signal gun fires off, D! guns the engine and revs the Humvee up. It's definitely a lot bulkier than he's driven before...but well, he's going to have to learn quickly...
For now, he simply tries to keep his eye on driving, not going for anything himself. Ralf should be able to handle the gunfire for now, right?
COMBATSYS: HeavyD focuses on his next action.
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Ralf 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: Raiden endures Ralf's Thrown Object.
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Ralf 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
Depending on if they were real or plastic bullets it won't be hard to miss a man of Raiden's size. Even as Ralf starts to unload on the wrestler Raiden's only response is to puff up and take it like a man. He grunts as he gets pegged by them and laughs loudly in response to it. "What did they give you? A B.B. gun?" he calls out to the Ikari before reaching downwards to grasp for an item. He then pulls up a good old friend of thugs and rough guys everywhere.
Out comes the Louisville slugger crafted to perfection and autographed by Pujols from the look of it. Who the fuck cares? Baseball sucks, but damned if the bats don't make for a good weapon. The muscles in those massive arms tense up as he holds up the bat and he then gives a giant power swing aimed to slam Ralf right in the face and ruin those already pretty horrible looks the merc has going.
Already, Raiden was going out of his way to make driving a pain in the ass. When the baseball bat comes out, Yamazaki's wheeling the Humvee around to drive towards the other vehicle. "Goddamn pain in the ass! I'd like to see you drive like this in the sand with your big ass weighing us down!" Ryuji does manage to bring the Hummer around, though, sending sand spraying everywhere as he pulls his vehicle up alongside the other just long enough for the wrestler to get his swing in.
Regardless of whether or not he hits or misses, though, Yamazaki turns sharply away, then turns right back in just as fast, aiming to slam the side of their Humvee right into the other in an attempt to send it veering off-course.
COMBATSYS: Ralf endures Raiden's Random Weapon.
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Ralf 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
Mr.Big heads to the Pacific Ocean.
Clark heads to the Pacific Ocean.
Dudley heads to the Pacific Ocean.
Tch. Ralf gives the chaingun a slap with an open palm, sneering down at it disapprovingly. What kind of stupid gun is this? Why, if he didn't know better, he'd think someone gave them some bum ammo!
"Sorry, I didn't bring my FAT-piercing rounds today, Tubbs!" Oh, it is truly a battle of wits here! He reaches out and pulls on the level, cranking it back to lock the belt back into place with another strip of ammo. It doesn't look like he's going to get to finish changing it out though, as Team Crazy is coming in! And what luck, it seems that the other Hummer has things like bats in it. Just. GREAT. Jones reaches down, looking for something, anything similar to use. QUICK, MAN! Hurry! Oh, oh. No, too late. Raiden's go ta bat coming toward his cranium. Teeth grit, and it looks like he's got no other choice...but to headbutt the mortal hell out of the bat!
Gripping the gun by both handles, Ralf rears back, then whips his noggin forward, taking the swing full-on. Thankfully, his dome proves to be tougher than the weapon, which breaks over his head in a dozen splintered pieces! But oh, what to do now? The only thing Ralf managed to find was this stupid gasoline canister. This full one. The one made of metal. ...
Hopefully before the vehicles are bumped apart, Raiden will see a big-ass metal can flying toward his big fat head.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD interrupts Strong Punch from Yamazaki with Light Punch.
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Ralf 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
Being the driver really kind of screws D! over in this case. It forces his hands to be busy for the most part doing something else, when they could be doing some punching. So when Yamazaki circles around trying to get right up beside D! and Ralf's Humvee, the boxer mutters. And when the long-armed man swings in, trying to knock his head off, D!'s barely able to react himself. He steers the car inward, letting the punch graze him for the most part while he snaps his left hand across through the other car's window, popping a sharp shot at Yamazaki's elbow joint before trying to pull away again. "Dammit...."
COMBATSYS: Raiden interrupts Random Weapon from Ralf with Bearhug.
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Ralf 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
It looks like even the good old strong wood of Uncle Louie can't stand up to the hard head of an Ikari. The bat shatters with the swing and with it the last of the bat gets tossed away as Raiden gets ready to look for something else to grab. At first the thought of shoving dynamite right into the hands of Ralf before pushing him away was something that was tempting, but he soon finds Ralf's hands occupied with something else in the form of a gasoline canister aimed right for the wrassler's cranimum.
Big Bear leans forward right as the canister comes swining about and hits him in the head, but at the same time Ralf finds rather large hands grasping for him. "Come over here and let's talk, mate." Using his strength the Aussie hefts Ralf upwards and yanks him right out the back of the humvee and hugs him against his chest, letting his large arms wrap around the lower back of the merc to squeeze as tight as he can. With a tch he drops Ralf onto floor of the back of the Syndicate's jeep and grins widely.
Yamazaki pulls his arm back sharply after his little car-based assault got cut off at the pass. He's about to pull away again when he sees Raiden reaching across and picking up another passenger. "The hell are you two doing!? This ain't your goddamn dad's makeout car, you get him the hell out of here!"
Ryuji's left hand holds the wheel, steering away from Heavy D and that Hummer while the right reaches underneath the seat. After a few moments of fumbling around, one of the explosives is grabbed and lifted up. "Ah, here we go." A grenade. Yamazaki bites down on the pin, then tugs his head back sharply to remove it. "One, two.." Then, swings the Humvee door open with one hand and leans out just a little in an attempt to lob the ticking grenade into the other vehicle.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD dodges Yamazaki's Thrown Object.
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Ralf 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
Oh hell no. D!'s had enough of grenades after his last encounter with Rolento. So when Yamazaki tosses a grenade at him, the boxer's very quick to pull his humvee as far off as he can to avoid having the damn thing land in the humvee. Good thing too, as he barely manages to avoid getting it caught in the open cab. Gritting his teeth, D! figures the only way to get things onto a more...even cant is to get rid of the cars altogether. It's suicidal, but....despite that, D! does the stupid thing, steering the Humvee back and then some, trying to crash the front left corner of his humvee directly into the passenger's side of the Syndicate's car. Dangerous dealings indeed.
N-no!! Ralf's makeshift weapon, that beautiful, sturdy can, does little but bounce off of the tubby's noggin! With his arm crossed over his chest, he just...he just stands there as Raiden reaches out for him, like when Indiana Jones tried to punch that really, really big Persian guy.
"....Aw. SHIT."
With little room to move in, he's grabbed by the waist and just brought in for the nastiest hug EVER. It's hot as piss out here, and Raiden's got that sweaty wifebeater thing going on. He's going to stink of this for HOURS. He tries like hell to push away, dropping the canister and pushing at the wrestler's face, pausing out of sheer pain as his spine somehow manages to keep from snapping. "GOD! L-LEGGO, YOU MEAT FREAK!!" Which he promptly does.
Landing in an uncomfortable heap on top of all manner of smuggled weaponry, he rolls onto his side, reaching up for the handle of the SouthSynd's hummer-mounted machine gun. Instead of using it to fire, however, he gives it a mighty heave to swivel it around like that big wheel on The Price Is Right. Maybe it'll be more effective in knocking Raiden off than it probably would in piercing the guy's bowl full of jelly.
COMBATSYS: Raiden interrupts Random Weapon from Ralf with Super Dropkick.
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Ralf 1/------=/=======|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
"I'm getting to it. Just concentrate on the other one." grumbles Big Bear as he dusts off his hands and looks down at Ralf. "No offense, but you don't have the toll fee." He starts to lean forward reaching for Ralf again, but the Ikari ends up being the one trying to send Raiden tumbling right out the back and onto the hard hard ground. Raiden just shakes his head and he brings down an arm to catch the swiveling gun between it and his side eliciting a small grunt from the wrestler.
What ends up happening is Raiden reaching down to heft up Doctah Jones with his free arm and then pats him on the cheek. "Better luck next time." the Aussie tells him while letting go of the gun then moving alot more quickly than a fatty should be leaps upwards and leans back. His legs kick outwards to forcefully eject the fighter out of the humvee as he lands in the back on his side. Given the impending collision that is about to happen Ralf still may have gotten the better end of the deal.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki blocks HeavyD's Random Weapon.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Raiden
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Ralf 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
With Heavy D steering out of the way, there's a low growl that rumbles in Yamazaki's throat. "Fine, we're goin' t'play that way, then." He pops the glove box open, then reaches inside and grabs for his old friend. Desert Eagle. Point-five-oh. Ryuji takes his hands off the wheel for a moment to release the safety and cock the gun once before ... oh, hell, here he comes again. When D comes barreling right back around, Yamazaki turns his Humvee a bit to the side. There's a sharp jolt with the impact of the two cars, but control is maintained. "You ain't gettin' rid of me that easy!"
"PULL UP YOUR SOCKS, BEAR!" Yamazaki slams on the gas again, then gives Raiden about two seconds to duck down before he swings the handgun over the back seat. Aiming backwards, albeit a bit awkwardly, his grip tightens on the gun before he pops off a pair of shots at one of the front tires, then a couple shots at the other front tire, then another couple at the hood.
Ralf's world is PAIN.
Raiden is just like a big wall of pure fat, indestructible and friend to all eskimos! His face falls when he stops the swinging gun cold, brows lifted and pretty much just screaming "give me a damn break, here." He scrambles to regain his footing as he's pulled up, sneering at Big Bear with his whole patronizing asshat tone. "I've got your toll fee RIGHT H--"
Despite the fact that he's already pulling an arm back, already trying to totally ruin the guy's day, he...is not prepared for the wall of feets coming right at him! It's like Raiden is another hummer riding on top of the current hummer, and Ralf is just like some poor junebug whose fate it is to splatter across the windshield. Ribs creak, only saved by the fact that Jones just FLIES back! And then...he's gone! Literally. There's no sight of him.
Underneath the vehicle, however, there's a man saved only by a quick hand and a short run of being dragged ass-end through the dirt. What a pain in the ASS.
COMBATSYS: Ralf gains composure.
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Ralf 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: HeavyD dodges Yamazaki's Large Thrown Object.
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Ralf 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Yamazaki
This time, it's mostly luck that keeps D! from getting shot this time. He had mostly turned away in order to prepare for another side on collision. It's only this sudden jerk away that keeps him and the humvee from getting shot up. Again, D! wings in, trying to slam right into the side of the other humvee again, this time with hopefully more effect.
And Ralf....the man better let go and tuck and roll, otherwise he might get caught up. D! doesn't know he's there after all...
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki fails to interrupt Random Weapon from HeavyD with Bomb Headbutt.
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Ralf 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Yamazaki
Okay, this is starting to get boring. As D comes in with the Humvee again, Yamazaki just mutters something to himself and starts to shift to one side. He crouches a bit and prepares to just throw himself out of the car, but he's not able to move before D slams one vehicle into another, and Ryuji snaps right back, very nearly getting a case of whiplash in the process. "Oh, fuck this. RAIDEN! GET THE HELL OUT!" With that, Yamazaki slams on the brakes, then quite literally kicks the driver-side door right off its hinges. He slides out of the driver's seat, then cracks his knuckles before muttering a few foul curses underneath his breath.
Up and out goes the Ikari and without Ralf in sight Raiden decides to hold on as the two cars rush into one another. Once they bash into one another the Aussie decides to get up onto his feet again while rubbing at the back of his neck. "Good thing these things can take a beating like us." he grumps before frowning some as he is getting a bit tired of all these ramming about and having to steady himself on a car. With a leap the fat man jumps out the back finally allowing Yamazaki to have more speed added to his ride as the fatty lands in a forward roll to reduce the amount of punishment of coming out of the humvee at such a high speed.
Slowly the big man stands up and he then focuses on the humvee that Heavy D! is currently driving before noticing something hanging off the back of Yamazaki's ride. "Hey! Watch yer back, Yamazaki!" he barks out. "You still got a passenger!" His attention soon returns to the other humvee and the large wrestler barrels forward to try to grasp for the truck and slam into it hard enough to flip the damn thing over. Let's see it try to move about after that.
Deep breaths, deep breathes! Ralf uses his time in the shade to gather his wits and formulate a new battle plan. Apparently, taking on Raiden headon isn't going to work. He starts looking around, searching for something: break lines, fluid pipes, something he can pull out to halt this big metal bitch. However, axels are spinning and things generally don't look too good for the hero! The fact that his ass is being CONSTANTLY rubbed up on by scrubby dead foliage doesn't help his thought process any.
In the midst of this looking around, he manages to spot another set of wheels. Thank god, D's managed to keep from getting the thing blown up! There's hop--wait. Wait, those tires, they're...they're getting closer. "Oh, FUCK THIS!" he just happened to yell that out along with Yamazaki, honest. He just lets go of the hummer frame completely, skidding some on the dusty, rocky earth as both sets of axels go right over him. The sun is harsh, relentless, blinding! "God dammit!" Once the vehicles are safely away, he stands up, staring at the mess with a hand at his brows to shield his eyes from the sun. God, that's going to be messy. D better just get the hell--
Hold on. Looking to the side, he spots Yamazaki, who must have seen the trouble he was in and bailed too. He doesn't say anything to him, he just snaps out his right arm in a swift punch. Asshole.
COMBATSYS: Raiden successfully hits HeavyD with Rebound Throw.
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Ralf 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Yamazaki
Ok...now that's just freakish. Pplain freakish. As the other Humvee brakes, so too does D!. It's about time that the things hit the ground, anyways. However...before he can get out of the Humvee, the massive, masked wrestler charges forward, and tries to lift the damn thing up and turn it over. Now...D! didn't think much of it...until the Humvee actually DOES turn over, with him still in it. The shocking turn over is enough to stun D!, enough that when he does manage to pull himself out of his seat, he can do little more than try and catch his breath and recover...
COMBATSYS: HeavyD gains composure.
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Ralf 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Yamazaki
Hands get ahold of metal and off goes teh car a tumbling and thus finally looking to put out the vehicle from the opposing side out of commission at least. With a roar the wrestler raises his arms upwards in victory as he turns about to play to the small crowd that is gathered around to watch this fight in the unbearable weather. "That is what I am talking about! I am invincible!" He bellows as he flexes his arms and then starts to stalk forward towards the somewhat stunned boxer.
His pace is slowed somewhat though as he decides to walk instead of rush. He slowly circles around eyeing his pray while also taking time to catch his breath. While he may have the strength to flip such a thing over it was a bit taxing and he needs a few moments to try to walk off the soreness and let himself get back into the swing of things.
COMBATSYS: Raiden gains composure.
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Ralf 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Ralf's Bomb Punch.
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Honestly, Yamazaki may not have noticed the Ikari clinging to the back of the vehicle, but thanks to Raiden, he turns to the back of the Humvee and just cracks his knuckles. "Oh, I'm sure as hell not gonna let you off that easy, you dirty son of a bitch." As he starts to walk towards Ralf, Ralf starts to walk towards him, and just outside of punching range, Yamazaki lifts one hand up and flips Ralf off, right to his face. "FUCK YOU, JONES! Don't think I've forgotten already!" Then, his right hand snaps free of its pocket. There's a faint 'clik' as the switchblade is snapped open, and Yamazaki brings his hand back. When the punch comes in, there's no formal attempt at any defense made. He simply just charges right into it. The punch slams into his chest, and the thug's left hand comes up to swat it out of the way. Then, the right hand comes in in a brutal series of forehand and backhand slashes, snapping his arm this way and that as he aims to open up a few lacerations on the mercenary's upper torso.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Ralf with Sabaki no Aikuchi.
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Despite the fact that Ralf's explosive punch could easily take out lesser men, Yamazaki, he just...just plows right into it! What a crazy son of a bitch! Fully expecting the crazy thug to, you know, get knocked back, it comes as one hell of a surprise when not only does he not fall, he keeps coming, and MY GOD is that a switchblade in his hand?! "Hey! HEY!!!" The man tries to pull back, to duck away, to generally evade that damned knife, but there's just none of that. None! The first swipe sinks deep into his manboob, severing strands of muscle and coming back for more! The Ikari's arm crosses over his chest, hand on the new wound, only to serve as a new canvas for Yamazaki's knife to decorate. Then, the other hand! God! That's just about enough of THAT! In a bout of desperation, Ralf just...just tries to grab for the hand holding the knife and hold him still so he can turn and swing him about, hammer-throw style!
Oh jesus christ, that hurts. He's going to need stitches; not just like one or two. We're talking SCORES.
Heavy D! has his breather...but as Raiden starts to stalk forward, he knows he can't hang back and simply wait for the man to do something he can exploit. The boxer quickly climbs out, standing on top of the overturned terrain vehicle. While he shows cuts from the nasty turn over, he seems to have more than enough spunk in him to keep up the fight. With a swing up, D! uppercuts into the air, a flash of chi in the air before an explosive force blasts out, hopefully tagging the massive wrestler right in the face.
COMBATSYS: Raiden endures HeavyD's Blast Upper.
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The boxer recovers quicker than the wrestler had anticipated, but then again he didn't expect a little thing like a flipping humvee to put a man down for too long. He lurches forward at a bit faster pace now that Heavy D! is up onto his feet and he makes not change in his plan of attack it seems as he barrels forward right into that chi that is created by the uppercut. He roars again as he bursts through it and his large arms reach out to grasp for the other fighter.
They seek out to grab D! and heft him upwards to put down on the shoulders of the burly Big Bear before he continues rushing forward at high speed with the other fighter in tow. If he successfully get him hefted up there he will leap forward and flip forward to land on top of Heavy D in a rolling fireman's carry slam.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki counters Strong Throw from Ralf with Sadomazo.
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Ralf 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0 Yamazaki
After that final slash, Yamazaki flips his wrist and locks the blade of the knife back in the handle where it belongs. He's just about to slide it back into his pocket when Ralf reaches over and grabs ahold of his wrist. The mercenary goes for the throw, and the thug digs his heels into the ground and brings all his weight down, lowering his center of gravity enough to make it hard to bring him around. He shifts his right hand, then, turning it palm-up so those large, meaty glove-clad fingers can snap onto Ralf's wrist. Observant eyes may notice that Yamazaki's left hand is starting to gather up that wispy, gaseous purple chi, and the muscles in his arm tense as he just pulls backwards as hard as he can. When the right hand pulls back, the left arm extends, and he pulls Ralf back into a vicious straight punch that slams chi-charged leather-clad knuckles right into Ikari facemeat.
Oooh! And down Ralf goes! The grip was firm, the concept was sound: just toss Yamazaki like a doll. But whether it's because the thug is just that awesome, or the effort tears cuts just that little bit wider, it doesn't go off anything NEAR like it did in his head. So when he finds a fist a-comin' right for his already-brutalized face (he's still going to carry the backwards mark of the Slugger for days, seriously), there's naught to do but grimace and try to fall properly.
Properly, in this case, being tumbled end over end like three or four times and landing on a side, looking (and honestly, feeling) horribly battered. With a long groan as a complaint, he still manages to get up. The stupid bastard just doesn't stay down when he should. He zips up his flak jacket, partially relieving the pain in his chest by the snug pressure it gives. His arms, however, are going to have to deal with it. Blood dribbles across his skin, staining his own glove. His left leg pops up and slams into the dirt as his body hunches over, right hand balling into a fist as the searing, awful pain battles against his brain's request to hunker down and get ready to BEAT THE HOLY HELL out of some stupid Southsynd punk! You know, as long as he doesn't...run off or anything, like a pussy. When he's finally good and tense, he pushes off with his legs, hopping toward Yamazaki. As he comes down, he also lashes his right fist out in a furious downward punch, obviously aiming to snap his stupid head clean off. CLEAN. OFF!
COMBATSYS: HeavyD interrupts Strong Throw from Raiden with Rolling Soul Driver.
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HeavyD 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Raiden
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Ralf 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Yamazaki
For his size, weight, and build, Raiden's got some deceptive speed. As such, D! doesn't quite expect it when he's grabbed so suddenly by the charging man as he barrels through the blast of chi he had sent out. Hefted onto his shoulders, D! struggles. This won't be good if he gets caught like before again.
Unwilling to become a Wedgehawked pancake, D! continues to wriggle and waggle, trying to get out of Raiden's grasp...and finally, he gets loose, dropping down behind Raiden as he falls to his feet. Without wasting time, he charges forward himself, directing a chi-charged lunging drive right into Raiden's back. See if he can take THAT one...
For being a rather big man himself D! ends up being rather slippery to hold onto. Much more than Big Bear had expected. His grip tries to remain firm, but eventually the boxer slips loose and the giant wrestler staggers forward from the shot aimed at his backside. With a growl he turns about to look over at the other fighter, his head actually tilting up some while rubbing his chin and gaze at D!
"Not too bad." he says while grinning widely. He steps forward again though as it seems like that shot isn't enough for him just yet. He is ready to just up and throw down with the other fighter and not give him another moment to wrest. He looks to just scoop him up this time around and benchpress the boxer up over his head before tossing him forward in a rather ungraceful manner.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki Toughs Out Ralf's Galactica Phantom'!
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HeavyD 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Raiden
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Ralf 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Yamazaki
Oh, Yamazaki /remembers/ this. He remembers this buildup. There's no mistaking it when Ralf gets so pissed off that he looks like he's about to punch through an entire stack of babies. Most anyone with at least half a shred of sense would be getting the hell out of the way right now. But, Yamazaki is one of those people that, in times of imminent danger, loses all ability to turn and hide. Rather than finding a place to hide, the spike-haired Syndicate lieutenant starts laughing. That horrible high-pitched hyena cackle of his starts to fill the area, and he continues to just stand there and laugh his ass off while Ralf comes charging in, Phantom-first. It slams square into Yamazaki's face with all the force of a raging Ikari.
And Yamazaki just /stands there/.
His head is sent snapping backwards, but by some sort of Heidern-like warlock magic, the rest of his body just remains dead still. Ralf's glove planted square in his face, and the laughing cuts off... for a few moments. And while Ralf's fist is still planted in his face, Yamazaki just starts cackling like a drunken madman again. Then out of nowhere, the thug just explodes forward, shrieking with laughter as he just shoves Ralf backwards and brings his right leg up to try and just bury his knee square into the Ikari's stomach.
COMBATSYS: Ralf fails to interrupt Heavy Kick from Yamazaki with Springing Dive Bomb Punch EX.
- Power fail! -
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HeavyD 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Raiden
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COMBATSYS: Ralf can no longer fight.
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HeavyD 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Raiden
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Oh, that's never good. That just.. There's a voice inside Ralf's head going "Aw, heeeell noooooo."
It took all Ralf had to just get enough of his arm muscles working to throw out that punch. It's a good punch. It's been good to him. They've been through rough times, they've been through good times. It was with him the first time he ever got laid. So when Yamazaki, ONCE MORE, just...takes it head-on, warning bells start rining. GET THE FUCK AWAY, RALF.
Oh, but no. Not him. He's just too stupid for that. Trying to run earlier got him sliced up! This time, he's going to take it head on. The kick is quick in coming. He can stop that, maybe jump with it, and come back down from the sky with a heavenly beatdown. That's what he'll do. Yes, he can still win this!
The foot comes, and...oh. Oh dear. It drives itself deep into his gut, nearly flattening his stomach. Whatever was in there is expelled in short order: lots of water, some tequila, and some kind of beef jerky stuff that one of the locals said was made out of scorpion meat. It was supposed to be good for him! But now, it's all over Yamazaki. Ralf himself is sent upward and back in a fine arc, landing on his shoulder, then crumples onto his side, where he stays, curled into a half-ball. His grasping hands and constant, groaning complaints show that he's alive, but...he ain't gettin' up. Not for a while, anyway.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Raiden's Medium Throw.
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HeavyD 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Raiden
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Kaiwei heads to the Pacific Ocean.
Kaiwei arrives from the United States.
D!'s picked up. It's not too hard for a man of Raiden's size. However, if he expected D! to simply land unceremoniously on his chest or something, he had another thing coming. D! somehow manages to tuck and roll a little after the military press and toss, minimizing the damage he takes. Grunting, he gives Raiden a look...but hears the spectacular fall of Ralf just nearby. Great...now D!'s one man alone. This is going to be harsh. Looking about, between Yama and Raiden, D! frowns. He's going to have to take some dumb risks if he wants to take this match out on his shoulders. While he's tempted to hang back for a breather, he instead pulls back to get some thoughts in his head. He's going to have to play smart and risky if he wants to win here...
COMBATSYS: HeavyD focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Raiden
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Raiden had been paying some attention to his team mate while dealing with D! and there is a rather large grin that comes across his face when the Ikari is finally dealt with. "Oh this can't be good." he muses aloud while his attention shifts back towards the boxer. HIs brow furrows and the masked man takes a few deep breathes as if psyching himself up for what is about to happen. "Oi, Yama! Fresh meat!" he shouts before he straightens up and stomps one food then the other.
He bursts forward like a bat at a hell at this point, his legs carrying him forward at a rather quick speed as he rears a meaty fist back and then lunges forward to slam it into D!'s mush to say hello. That isn't the end of that assault though. If it succeeds it is meant to throw the boxer off balance so the fighter can just lay into him with several elbows, punches and knees before trying to knock him in the direction at his partner. "COME AND GET IT!"
COMBATSYS: HeavyD Toughs Out Raiden's Crazy Train!
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HeavyD 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Raiden
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... oh, that's just.. god damn. Yamazaki tears off the vomit-covered shirt with a rather foul look as Ralf goes tumbling away, flipping it away and taking a moment to brush himself off afterwards. But, then that call of 'fresh meat!' hits his ears, and his head snaps right up. When Raiden lunges forward and goes into that flurry of strikes, then Yamazaki starts charging towards the both of 'em. "Hold him still!" While Heavy D is barraged with blows, Yamazaki hops up into the air, and quite literally uses his hefty teammate as a stepstool. He plants a foot on Raiden's back, then /leaps/ off the wrestler, getting a good ten feet or so of air and leaving himself high over the boxer. And then when gravity takes over, one glove-clad hand snaps down and tries to snap onto his face.
And should Yamazaki get a grip on Heavy D's face? He will continue to descend, and the first thing to hit the ground will be the back of the other man's head. Ryuji will continue to drag him through the sand, charging towards one of the wrecked Humvees before he smashes head into Humvee body. He'll bring that very same abused skull back and slam it over and over again into the metal body a total of six times before he stands up, and ends the vicious combo with one hard, stiff kick straight to the face.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD fails to interrupt Guillotine from Yamazaki with D. Crazy.
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COMBATSYS: HeavyD can no longer fight.
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Alas...sometimes, the best laid plans just don't go where they should. Raiden's rush...he manages to take it whell. He can't avoid it or guard it, but the man seems to simply...shrug it off for the most part, even as the meaty elbows and fists fly. He's knocked away and toward Yama, yes...but D! figured he'd be ready for him. As Yama surges foward to grab his face, D! tries to stop him cold with a rush of his own, fist's ready to fly.
Only they don't. Yama gets his head before he can hit him, and thus, the poor sap is dragged off, scraped across the ground, slammed into the Humvee, then kicked right in the head. And when Yamazaki pulls away....D! just slumps and slides down, out cold, eyes closed.
The strikes may not have been as effective as Raiden would have liked, but the results were as intended no matter what. He looks slightly less battered than his partner, but wore out just the same. "As if they ever had a chance." he says while giving a toothy grin and letting his stance go more relaxed as he eyes the dented up humvee that still stands. Even if it is battered like the two Southtown Syndicate members it too still is standing and looks to be operable.
"Let's go hit that bar that ya mentioned earlier, mate." he says while deciding that the best way to celebrate is to wet a parched throat after all that exertion. The large man doesn't even give the other fighters a second look as he raises his arms when he and Yamazaki are declared the winners. He then climbs up into the back of the humvee once again to settle down in the back and just relax till the bar is reached. There shall be much partying then.
COMBATSYS: Raiden has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has ended the fight here.
Log created by Raiden, and last modified on 20:55:52 04/02/2007.