Description: Brian Battler is welcomed into the NeoLeague by Yang. Nobody leaves happy. (Winner: Yang)
After a fun week of helping out with a labor shortage at the Genhanten, and making sure the cooks don't add any other 'special ingredients' to the menu, Yang's back in action and ready for another Neo-League rumble! Today finds the cooler and calmer half of the Twin Dragons back in Southtown. Having won twice in a row over magical girls, he asked - and received - a match against someone who at least appear to be visibly tougher. (Nevermind that Yurika and Ingrid can really lay the hurt down. He's still sporting a couple bruises from those two bouts.)
The stage is set: The TV crews are in position, the cameras are set up and down the stone walkway, and the production assistant is taking a break and chugging a Coke on the temple steps. Yang himself is standing upright at the one end of the walkway, his head bowed and his hands clasped together in front of him. Meditating, praying... "Zzzzzzz." Or taking a quick nap becuase he was up all night cleaning up at the restaurant.
COMBATSYS: Yang has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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Yang 0/-------/-------|
It's been a mighty long time since he's fought for money, Not since that one debacle a few years back, with Lucky and D!. He hasn't even travelled outside of the US of A since then. He's been too busy putting quarterbacks, stock car racers and young punks in traction to worry about this professional fighting crap. A man of extreme competition, he's done everything he could in the US that allowed him the ability to hurt others and not get arrested for it. Outside of hockey. The only ice he ever wanted anything to do with was in his drink, thank you very much. He'd avoided the pro fighting circuit for one reason alone; he enjoyed fighting too much.
'Never mix business and pleasure,' his pappy usedta say. 'Course, his pappy was also bangin' his secretary, so it was certainly a case of, "do as I say, not as I do."
But anyway. His return to the pro circuit was greeted warmly by the Neo-League organizers, even if several didn't really know who he was. But when a seven-foot-plus Texan wanders into your office and says he wants to fight, you let him. They graciously shipped his butt here, to Southtown, for his debut in the League. Walking towards what is to be the combat grounds, Brian knocks back the rest of his Coors, crushing the can and tossing it carelessly into the bushes of this pristine area. "So, when are we gonna get this thang goin'?"
COMBATSYS: Brian has joined the fight here.
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Yang 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brian
Oh, hey, there's a fight goin' on. Yang's eyes fly open, and after a moment to focus in on his opponent and his beer can, he promptly bows and announces, "Right now sounds like an excellent time." Great. Its just like they warned him about in the league offices, this Battler's a Damn Yankee through and through. Not that Yang shows any surprise or disgust, his expression remaining solemn and calm as he switches to his fighting stance. Judge not on appearances, he can remember his own father saying...
Despite the fact that he's been out of official combat for years now, Brian doesn't seem to be taking this all that seriously. His opponent's not much larger than the beer he just finished, and, well, the kid looks like one of those ricer punks. He liked putting 'em into the wall, turning their little crapcars into scrap. Heh. It put a smile on his face, just thinking about it.
The mountainous Texan tips his hat to his opponent, a rare moment of courtesy before the firestorm erupts. "Howdy," he says as he adjusts his pants and belt. "Name's Brian Battler. Hope y'like pain." Turning his head to the side, he spits, taking his eyes off of his opponent as he does...
COMBATSYS: Brian takes no action.
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Yang 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brian
... then again, dear old dad isn't around anymore, so his wisdom might not be worth that much. Yang's response comes with a faint downturn of the corners of his mouth, "I'm Yang..."
'And you should ask yourself that.' No, too stupid.
'And, no I don't.' Nope, too easy /and/ stupid.
'And pain is my friend, I shall introduce you to him!' Not if we want to keep Hasbro's lawyers away.
"... and welcome to the League." The teenager grimaces, it was the least stupid of his options but still stupid enough. If only he had a better way with cliches! Working on his lines will come later, right now there's an audience watching and a distracted Yankee in front of him. Gen taught the boys never pass up an open shot, and Yang takes it - darting forward and cobra darting Brian's neck with a fleet thrust of his left hand. "Enjoy!"
Argh, so stupid...
COMBATSYS: Brian Toughs Out Yang's Quick Punch!
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Yang 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Brian
Brian turns his head back to his opponent slowly, adjusting the chaw in his lip. Grey eyes dully look at Yang as his strike flies, not moving whatsoever as the blow rings true, like a steer eyeballing a yapping dog. Christ, like a fly, this one. Well, what could he expect from one of these kids. "Thanks," he says, nodding thoughtfully. Balling his massive fist in front of Yang's face, the former NFL linebacker cracks a smile, devious and dangerous. He gives the teen a moment to hear each joint pop loudly as he squeezes his hand closed before simply jamming it towards Yang's face. "I think I will."
COMBATSYS: Brian successfully hits Yang with Jab Punch.
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Yang 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Brian
If the Yankee was going to shrug off his punch like that, the least Yang could do was return the favor in kind and show a little strength of his own. This Twin Dragon can be as tough as you, Mr. American Football Player! WHAM. Or maybe not. "..." Owowowwaitdontsayow "... Hnnh" Yang wipes a trickle of blood from his cheek, and spits out a little more from his mouth. "Impressive strength and speed." But is that all he has? Let's show Mr. Battler how we do things in Shanghai.
A step back, a glint of light off of Yang's eye, and he's off and chopping: Each stroke generating a bright arch of light in front of each swipe - once, twice, three times, all done in but a wink of an eye.
COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Brian with Tourou Zan.
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Yang 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Brian
Brian's tactic seems to be 'suck it up'. He obviously grimaces as each energy arc strikes true
Brian's tactic seems to be 'suck it up'. He obviously grimaces as each energy arc strikes true, but the massive man does not budge in his stance. At least, not yet. "Whatever you say, Skeeter," he responds dismissively, straightening his shirt after the flurry of blows. Seems that he's gonna need to start putting some hurtin' bombs on this little shit.
It is for this reason that the large man takes a single step back, legs coiling like a cobra. With amazing speed for the man's size, he explodes forward, cowboy boots sliding across the worn stone as he attempts to drive his shoulder into Yang's stomach. At the proposed point of impact, he raises up in order to try and knock Yang off his feet and underfoot, so he might run him over like a tractor trailer.
COMBATSYS: Yang parries Brian's Hyper Tackle!
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Yang 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Brian
Amazing speed, yes, but as soon as Brian was off and running, Yang knew what was coming next. "Your physical talent is amazing," he notes with a disappointed shake of his head. The rest of him is as immobile as a nearby statue, up until just before the point of impact. There's a blur of motion, and the young Twin Dragon is now a full step behind where he was at before. His hands clasp Brian's shoulders as he sighs, "But your style is totally predictable." A flip, and now Yang is behind the linebacker, ready to plant a foot at the base of his spine. "And I always fashioned myself as more of a wasp, not a mosquito."
COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Brian with Zenpou Tenshin EX.
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Yang 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Brian
Well, the little bastard's quick. He's more than a little off his game, seeing that all the fights he's been in recently have been with drunken cowboys whom have a problem understanding what 'no autographs' means. So fighting someone whom knows what he's doing is something new after six years off the job.
Kicked in the small of the back and insulted, Brian grunts in irritation and a little bit of pain. He's gotta do something soon that can connect, like that first blow. He drew blood that time, so why not try again? Wheeling around, Brian lets fly a rather crude hook kick towards Yang's groin, the lack of finesse showing the poor level of training in the martial arts the linebacker has had. It would be a laughable attempt, to be sure, if not for the fact that he's wearing SPURS.
COMBATSYS: Yang fails to interrupt Light Kick from Brian with Youhon Shiun.
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Yang 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Brian
Yang's quick, but perhaps he's getting a little cocky too. He had it all planned out: Keep Battler disoriented and stay a move ahead, which shouldn't be too hard since the Yankee's style is simpler than a picture book. All too easy...
... up until Brian's faster than the Twin Dragon expected. Nothing ruins a plan faster than Spurts To The Groin. "... Hurk."
The production crew look at each other in shock and awe, but keep the cameras rolling. For his part, Yang isn't rolling, but you'll have to forgive him if he's spending the next round clutching at what he hopes are still the family jewels. Worse comes to worse, at least he can do Mickey Mouse impressions now!
Excellent.
The gasps of everyone around them is music to Brian's ears, causing him to smile deviously as he turns once again to his opponent. Having now caused more injury to this 'wasp', the linebacker once again goes on the offensive. Taking a step forward, the man leaves his feet and jumps towards Yang, raising clenched fists overhead as he hurtles towards the teen. Landing in front of Yang, Brian uses both gravity and momentum to help bring his fists down, hopefully onto the top of the young man's head. Rar. Brian smash.
COMBATSYS: Yang just-defends Brian's Medium Punch!
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Yang 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Brian
CLANG. It took some effort to drag his hands away from his hurting privates, but the threat of having his brains dashed along some forgotten part of Southtown was enough to bring Yang's armguards up just in time to perfectly block Brian's fists. And while he's still lower than the American, he'll use the moment to spin about on his heel and jam a high kick straight into that massive Yankee chin of his too. He even does it with a little smile, a sign that yes - this bug has some punch of his own, thank you.
COMBATSYS: Brian fails to interrupt Heavy Kick from Yang with Samurai Bomb.
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Yang 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Brian
Well, sumbitch. His fists failed to connect. Unable to turn Yang's head into paste, Brian's brow furrows for a moment. When the teen spins, the former linebacker makes a grab for him... and instead, sticks his solid chin out for the kicking. The force of the blow, and the angle, do force him off his feet for a moment and he stumbles back, giving Yang some breathing space for now.
The slight breeze rushing from the trees brush through Brian's hair, letting him know something... "You knocked off my hat," he says, eyes narrowing.
The Twin Dragon stops for a moment to rub his chin in thought, "I thought something looked odd. You look better with it off, but if you want to go put it back on... Hup!" A momentary crouch, then a spring straight up into the air might lead one to think Yang's doing jumping jacks, but an abrupt change of vector brings his foot straight towards Brian's head like a bolt of lightning out of the sky. "You might find it back there!"
Sigh. Such corny lines. Someone really needs a better scriptwriter.
COMBATSYS: Brian endures Yang's Raigeki Shuu.
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Yang 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Brian
For a moment, one might think that Brian's eyes would roll back and his head would spin around. The air around the man becomes cold, as if drained of energy due to the sudden fiery ire that crosses the linebacker's face. As the kick comes down, Brian doesn't try to avoid the blow, instead just stepping slightly to the side so Yang's foot instead makes contact with his collarbone. Which is not to say that it doesn't hurt (it does), but Brian doesn't let it show through his obvious irritation. Twisting his waist and curling down slightly after impact, the Texan rockets upward, apparently attempting to bisect Yang with his shoulder. Which would be actually fascinating if he were able to do so.
COMBATSYS: Brian successfully hits Yang with Rocket Tackle.
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Yang 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Brian
Maybe if he had blades on his shoulders, Brian could've pulled it off. Perhaps he'll settle for sending Yang flying back the way he came - and then some. The Chinese boy collides with one of the giant statues lining the walkway, and while he hits the ground rolling, he's a little slower to his feet than he usually is. That left a mark, enough that he actually mumbles an "Ow."
Not enough to stop Yang though, and he recovers the distance between him and Battler with a flash step, which he finishes by grabbing the American by his denim shirt, climbing up /on/ said shirt, then kicking off with a reverse somersault. Or so the plan goes. This Brian guy was sensitive about his hat, he might be even more so about his choice of shirt.
COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Brian with Strong Throw.
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Yang 1/----===/=======|=======\=====--\1 Brian
Brian played defense. He is not used to getting himself tackled.
When Yang uses him as a jungle gym, Brian is thus unprepared. He takes the hit, hard, and his shirt pays the price, buttons shearing off, exposing his wifebeater undershirt to the world. It isn't pain, it's perseverence, and it's something Battler has had issues with for some time. Physically, he can continue, but mentally? Maybe not. But before he throws in the towel, he'd like to let Yang have a little present.
Dropping into four-point stance, the linebacker explodes off the line, his shoulders becoming enveloped in chi-manifest shoulderpads as he rushes towards Yang, the intent to plow into him and knock him into the air. Passing by or passing through, he plants his foot and reverses course, coming in for another pass, again trying the same maneuver, and then repeating that once again before the chi dies off. Having finished this...
COMBATSYS: Yang blocks Brian's Big Bang Tackle.
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Yang 1/-======/=======|=====--\-------\0 Brian
...Brian picks up his hat and puts it back on.
So now it comes to this. Yang can sense the charge in the air, knowing that it all comes down to this, these final moments. Its enough for him to sprout another small smile as he rests back into a waiting crouch, ready for whatever the American will throw at him. Of course, it would have to be his body, just like a rugby player. Or a rugby player with glowy shoulderpads. "He /does/ have the power," is all the Twin Dragon can note just before he raises his armguards to block the first tackle.
And the second.
And the third.
And... eventually he lost count.
With each blow, Yang holds his ground, arms front, and with each blow he can feel his body shudder, his legs weaken, and his arms ready to snap into itty bitty pieces. And yet, through it all, he holds firm until the rumbling stops and there's no more that Brian can give. Its then that Yang can finally lower his arms with a long drawn out, "Daaaaaaaaaamn."
No time to gawk, its time to end this fight. Just as the American grabs his hat, Yang is at his throat - literally. He might not have the brute strength Battler does, but he knows how to focus his chi /and/ where to direct it for best effect. It took some time to build it up, but with everything on the line, the Twin Dragon lets it all loose: Serpent strike after serpent strike lunges for Brian's neck, each spear hand white-hot with the power of Yang's fighting spirit. Sweat beads on his face, but neither his resolve nor his spiked hair wavers. Hadouken, like hell, real fighters get up close and personal!
COMBATSYS: Yang successfully hits Brian with Raishin Mahhaken.
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Yang 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Brian
Grrrkh.
The act of picking up his hat was in preparation for telling the cameras to shut off. But before he can tell them that he's had enough and he's sick of the fight, Yang strikes. The scowl on his face greets Yang's strikes, punctuated by a flinch of pain each time he's struck. As Yang finishes his strikes, Brian... belches. "You got some skills, partner," he admits with a nod. But it is after a moment that he attempts to grab the teenager... If he does, there's a nice ride the linebacker will take Yang on.
COMBATSYS: Brian has reached second wind!
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Yang 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Brian
COMBATSYS: Yang dodges Brian's American Supernova.
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Yang 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Brian
Coming up empty, Brian scowls. "You're still goin' down, boy."
Oh no he le didn't.
Oh yes he le did.
This isn't the first time Yang's made friends and influenced people by overdoing himself. He's pretty sure Yurika's out there, either at home or somewhere in the bushes staring at him with +_+ eyes. Still, the greater the challenge, the greater the exposure - or something like that. He's too lost in the moment right now to bother remembering who said what. There's only so much punishment a boy can take, and Yang's pretty close to the end of his rope.
Summoning up what's left of his spirit strength, time slows down from Yang's point of view. He deftly spins out of Brian's way, avoiding whatever nasty fate the linebacker had in store for him. His front foot lifts into the air - then slams into the ground with a burst of chi. Both of his palms explode forward, like a hadouken, only he uses his palms along with the spirit power to blast Battler in the sides.
And with a straight face, he answers, "Not today." Hm. Not bad.
COMBATSYS: Brian endures Yang's Byakko Soushouda.
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Yang 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Brian
Yeah, most likely it won't be today. But that doesn't mean Brian's not gonna at least try and make Yang regret accepting this particular fight. Again struck in the sides, Brian again doesn't move, allowing the strike to hit him. After the strike, the feel of the young man's chi in his body makes the Texan feel like he's suffering from a hangover. He might get ill.
He better get rid of his chaw, then.
Balling the chew up in his mouth, the linebacker stares at Yang for a long moment. A scowl crosses his face before he clears his throat and hocks the ball of phlegm, spittle and tobacco at Yang's eyes. Brian is an uncouth bastard, and this definitely proves that beyond a shadow of a doubt.
COMBATSYS: Brian can no longer fight.
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Yang 0/-------/---====|
And having vacated his mouth, he turns and stalks off, shakily. "We're done here."
COMBATSYS: Brian successfully hits Yang with Thrown Object.
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Yang 0/-------/-======|
[OOC] Brian says, "I see what I need to do now. I must attempt to humiliate my opponent; those are the only attacks that hit. '_';"
And stay down! OK, so Yang's no where near uncouth to actually say that, but the thought was there. Instead, he bounces back a step, claps his hands together, and bows in the traditional Chinese style. And keeps bowing through the long moment. Its only when he looks up to wonder what the Yankee's doing that he's treated to a face-full of Hick Power. "... That is totally unacceptable." The Twin Dragon's not nearly surly enough to chase after the American, but he does stare after him as he walks off. Well, after he wipes the Ewww from his face with a handy handkerchief. He Saw What You Did There.
COMBATSYS: Yang has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:52:56 05/09/2007 by Brian, and last modified on 19:23:00 05/16/2007.