Description: Alex seems to keep winding up in fights at the beach. When wrestling and boxing collide, who comes out on top? (Winner: Alex)
Fliers had gone up all over. Not all over, per se, but everywhere that mattered. 'FIGHTER SEEKING CHALLENGER' -- Top 10 Neo League fighter
Fliers had gone up all over. Not all over, per se, but everywhere that mattered. "'FIGHTER SEEKING CHALLENGER' -- Top 10 Neo League fighter open challenge to anyone willing!" A polaroid of Alex has been photocopied beneath it, and it's been put up in visible places. There's a phone number underneath it.
Alex got a call, and so he's here, sitting on the boardwalk, tightening his gloves. Somebody's already ready to go, by the looks of it. He's just waiting for the challenger.
Arika heads into a house on the beach.
M.Bison suddenly appears on the boardwalk a half fozen feet from Alex. He suddenly appears because he suddenly yells out, "I'm a cunt punch you bitches!" and suddenly the bevvy of beautiful blondes which had kept him out of view disperse. There he is, the man, in his ratty old hoodie, big grin, gold teeth, and boxing gloves. He's even holding a frosty long necked beer bottle in one of them. Rumour is they never come off, and they're filled with bricks. "I heared" and he says it I hear-ed, "You wuz wantin' a fight Nancy. That's your name right, Susie Q?"
"Doesn't matter what my name is," Alex says, pushing off from the boardwalk. Good. An asshole. He doesn't feel so bad about eating the crap out of them. "But it's the truth. I'm looking for somebody who can go more than a minute with me. There aren't many." Alex starts walking back from the boardwalk, peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the side. "All the paperwork's done. Just hit me with your best shot. If I keep listening to you run your mouth, I'll lose my cool."
COMBATSYS: Alex has started a fight here.
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Alex 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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Alex 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Akira heads north to the harbor.
M.Bison chuckles and taps his chest. "Mikey don't think you can handle that. So maybe here umm." he looks confused for a moment, thumbing his jaw, and preening for the bikini babes that are still hovering around the perimeter that's hastily, formed around the two fighters. "Maybe try the free sample first, jack!" He breaks into an instant gallop, loping like a gazelle, and punching like a Bison.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Alex with Dash Straight.
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Alex 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 M.Bison
Alex takes that one squarely in the cheek, staggering backwards but remaining on his feet. Once Bison's done, Alex wipes his bloody lip, looking hard at M. Bison. He's got a big mouth, but he's fast, and he hits hard. Good. These are things Alex can work with. "Not bad," he says. "You're worth my time," he adds, before lurching forward to try to get a hand on Bison.
If he can, M. Bison's fate will become readily apparent: To be lifted into the air, turned upside down, and sent twisting and driving straight into the dirt. It's a boxer versus a wrestler. Go figure.
COMBATSYS: Alex successfully hits M.Bison with Spiral DDT.
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Alex 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 M.Bison
M.Bison tries to shove his bulky gloved hands into Alex's grips. "I'm glad yew think so Shirley. I wanna show you a good--whoop" his eyes go wide as he finds himself hurled onto the soft but burning hot sand, which immediately gets in his clothes and begins chafing him horribly. "time..." he finishes as he gets up trying to dust himself off. He remains off the Boardwalk out on the sand frantically adjusting his shorts while the itchiness of the sand only serves to further infuriate the massive boxer.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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Alex 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 M.Bison
Alex starts coming straight in like a steam roller. Bison isn't the only one who likes a straight in offense. "What's wrong, pal?!" Alex taunts, as he aims to grab Bison by the shoulders and toss him through the railing of the boardwalk and onto the wooded path with one savage movement of his arms. "I thought you were all ready to take a go at this. You wanna take a break already?" Looks like Alex isn't at all interested in fighting on the sand. o place to get his footing, after all.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Alex's Strong Throw.
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Alex 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 M.Bison
M.Bison waggles his eyebrows crazily, and presses his torso and shoulders explosively into Alex's grasp, and using his inertia and massive mass to keep his sandy footing. "How'd you like that eh? EH? WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU INFANTILE RETARD" He opens his mouth wide and begins to scream crazily and hoping this has distracted Alex, he then brings a solid left hand into the man's belly. A little above the belt, which is unusual for Bison, and lucky for Alex.
COMBATSYS: Alex endures M.Bison's Medium Punch.
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Alex 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 M.Bison
Alex's hand is about to hurt. Perhaps a finger is dislocated, or even hairline fractured, as he captures the blow with his opened palm. He grabs it, holds it steady in his hand, and /stares/ right back at M. Bison over it. "I think you're all talk, pal," he grunts, before pulling once with his seized fist, and then reaching out with his other. Hefting M. Bison straight off the ground, Alex uses his body as a fulcrum, raising his foe and using all of his own speed and momentum to deliver him unceremoniously into the boardwalk, likely shattering it to smithereens.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Powerbomb from Alex with Buffalo Head.
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Alex 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 M.Bison
M.Bison just grins at Alex, if he's gonna be all talk, then so be it. He jiggles his head about jauntily on his neck as he pretends to try and grapple back, and actually allows Alex to grab him. As soon as he's in close Bison closes his eyes and repeatedly bludgeons his face against Alex's body anywhere he can, over and over again.
Alex takes every hit with increasing endurance and an ignorance of the pain. His body gets rocked backwards with each blow, step, and step, and step again -- until he finds himself several paces back from his opponent, slightly wobbly, bruised, but still standing. "That's what I like about punks like you -- the smart fighters? They might as well be doing ballet. You? You're a hound dog--I haven't felt like this in a while. It's shame you'll never understand what it means..."
Alex crouches onto his haunches, as though waiting for something to happen. "... to experience /this/ moment. Right here."
COMBATSYS: Alex focuses on his next action.
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Alex 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 M.Bison
M.Bison chuckles, and cocks his right hand, it's like it's spring loaded. His left weaves about softly in front of him, as if just setting up the right. Maybe it's a trick, it's probably not. Bison just laughs. "Bring it sumboy. " he then begins squealing like a big and stomping his feet, cackling with his own audacity.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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Alex 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 M.Bison
And as soon as Bison says that, there's Alex, right in front of Bison. When he wants to, all of that bulk can /move/, like lightning, straight across the battlefield. "You want it? Then no problemo!" he roars, like a monster, his elbow flashing with golden chi -- a rare occurence in Alex's techniques, attacking as though a hurricane itself were behind him.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Alex's Slash Elbow.
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Alex 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 M.Bison
M.Bison gasps and backs up half a step as he takes the golden chi-splosion across his mutant cauliflower jaw. His eyes bug out of his head a bit and he has to shake it off, visibly. "You little piece of shit. I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast. Not to mention pieces of shit that DWARF YOU!" He snickers and steps forewards with both his left leg, and snapping his left hand out as well, "Heheh, cuz you're a midget. " He pauses and then adds, "What are you stupid, like Jupiter and Pluto." he spits.
COMBATSYS: Alex blocks M.Bison's Light Punch.
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Alex 1/---====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 M.Bison
Alex raises his forearms to block the otherwise crippling blow from M. Bison, an opponent he /knows/ now has all of his ducks in a row, and can bring out whatever level of pain he wants, whenever he wants. "You heard that Pluto's not a planet anymore, right, pal?" Alex says, standing upright to loom over Bison for a moment. And then he just... reaches.
And if he can make contact? M. Bison's going for a ride. Straight up into the air, and then back down again, a flying power bomb follwed by another, and another, and another -- And when it's over, there probably isn't going to be any boardwalk left for the two of them to fight on.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Hyper Bomb from Alex with Gigaton Blow.
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Alex 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 M.Bison
M.Bison snarls, his eyes narrow and he hates wrestlers. He doesn't work the ground so he tries to derail Alex's efforts the only way he know how, he pops his fist towards the smaller man's face with all his strength. And as usual he misses. The look of disappointment in his eyes is mirrored in his voice as all the air in his lungs is violently expunged and the boardwalk, is in fact, reduced to toothpicks.
The dust clears. The shards of rock and wood fall to the ground. There's only sand under the boardwalk. Sand, now, and Alex, who walks through the wreckage without concern on his face. He's walking towards the stunned and battered M. Bison, flexing both hands as he closes in on his foe. "You're tough, and you're tough like not a lot of guys--but at the end of the day, you're still just another palooka of a thug!" he yells, before dashing forward a short distance and attempting to grab Bison behind his head and toss him, face first, into the sand, hopefully leaving him buried there for the duration.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Alex's Quick Throw.
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Alex 0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1 M.Bison
M.Bison shakes his head, as it bounces off of a concrete pylon. "You little..." is all he can manage before he turns over his shoulder to vomit a small amount. He looks repulsed but manages to force himself to his feet, the look of a wild man in his eyes as he leaps into the air, both hands raised high above his head, bringing those gloves down on top of you like he was a Gorilla and you were a plumber in a jumpsuit. Before he collapses to pink snoozebubbles and tiny animated zzZZs exiting his ears.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Alex with Ultimate Wild Smash.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Alex takes no action.
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Alex takes that hit hard in the face. It's enough to drop him right into the ground, repeating strikes pummeling his face until the fight, it seems, is a draw. Bison flops to the side, and Alex... stands up. After a moment's passage, and after a bit of pain, but up all the same. "So much for you," he grunts, rubbing his neck. That hurt. Not that it matters, stalking off, as he does, off and away.
COMBATSYS: Alex has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:36:08 05/29/2007 by Alex, and last modified on 20:48:07 06/14/2007.