Description: WORLD WARRIOR: THE FINALE BATTLE!? Kurow, disguised as Kyo, is attacked by Twelve, disguised as Mr. Big - and the two hold epic battle in Masters Stadium! The press thinks this was the end of World Warrior...
It has been weeks and weeks since that fateful encounter with Iori Yagami on the streets of Southtown, that brutal beatdown -- and a slightly shorter period since Iori and Takuma repeated the performance when Kirishima intervened in that Saturday Night Fight. Neither fight, in Kurow's mind, was particularly 'fair' -- he was not quite facing the world properly the first time, and the second time was a complete surprise that he couldn't have even attempted to prepare for.
This time, though, he'll be ready, and he thinks he can catch Iori off-guard if he uses the same fighting style that has felled Iori so many times in the past... and for that matter, he does a fine job of dressing the part. He walks into the Red Arena of Masters Stadium, cameras on (the cameras are always on for Kyo Kusanagi, after all), and looks one of those cameras dead-on. "Hey, Yagami," he says, with that characteristic shit-eating grin. "Guess who's all the way at the end -- ahead of you -- again. This is my victory, Yagami -- you really just can't keep up."
G-Project has said 'get the genes of the most powerful.' Twelve, a master of disguise - and one who is actually /acquainted/ with Kurow - is not particularly fooled by Kurow's disguise...but he's happy for a chance to grab Kurow's DNA...and perhaps that of whatever mysterious benefactor is watching the World Warrior tournament.
As such, as the cameras roll, someone /does/ show up - but it's not Iori. One of the doorways into the Red Arena explodes off its hinges, a long chained stick flying out of the entrance. The chained sticks are followed an /immense/ man in a fur coat, the coat open to reveal his muscular chest. He is wearing sunglasses, a cigar is in his goatee-framed mouth, and hanging off each arm is a beautiful woman - one a gorgeous, classy redhead in a slinky blue dress, the other a bombshell blonde in a short red skirt. As he struts over to the stick, a smirk plastered on his features, "Mr. Big" snaps his fingers. "Take five, girls, Papa's gotta beat the shit outta this bitch."
The girls giggle, and sidle off to the edge of the arena. "Big" points at "Kyo" with one hand, gathering his sticks up with the other. "Yo, sumbitch. Papa gonna beat you like a two-dollar whore."
'Kyo' looks Mr. Big dead-on, whirling around to see what certainly /looks/ like the Chrome Dome Don rolling up and demanding the fight that would end the World Warrior tournament. Likewise, he's had enough encounters with Big to see that this isn't /quite/ the man that he says he is, but the disguise is good enough. /Well/, Kurow thinks, there's no conceivable reason that Kyo Kusanagi would turn down a challenge, especially not a challenge of this magnitude.
"I'm only seeing three two dollar whores in this room, old man, and they all walked in at the same time," he taunts, getting into the arena proper and rolling his neck. "Anyway, c'mon. Get ready to lose!" He summons some of those signature Kusanagi flames up into one hand, though they seem strangely off, the red just a little /too/ deep, the flames themselves not quite potent enough. Perhaps he's losing his flames again.
Two fighters, both of whom know the other is not the real one, still about to finish World Warrior. Twelve certainly won't be complaining. He's confident enough to believe his plan will work /regardless/. "Mr. Big" laughs at "Kyo"'s response, twirling one of his sticks on its chain. "You say that /now/, boy. But now - Papa gonna tan your hide!"
"Big" slams his his sticks into the arena floor, a blue blast of chi exploding from it in a show of power - as Twelve calculates his best moves, watching "Kyo" carefully. Big would fight tough and smart - Twelve can't afford to make any mistakes.
COMBATSYS: Twelve has started a fight here on the right meter side.
COMBATSYS: Kurow has joined the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Twelve focuses on his next action.
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Kurow 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Twelve
'Kyo' leaps back from the burst of power that spreads out from the sticks -- even if this isn't Big, he's certainly got a handle on the style. "You're all talk -- that's all you big one-hit guys do. You swing that big one attack and you /screw it up/, and then you --" This is the precise moment that the young man stops, deciding to take the offensive that Twelve has granted him.
Taking a single step back, Kurow swings one hand out and the other down, finishing his sentence with a loud, "/EAT THIS!/" Those mimicked flames swell and then fly across the arena floor, heading right for the impostor Big's legs, where they'll inevitably wash over his whole body, bathing him in the 'power that is the Kusanagi birthright'...
COMBATSYS: Twelve blocks Kurow's Fireball.
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Kurow 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Twelve
"Mr. Big" raises one foot, stomping on the flames as they come at him. They burn at him, slamming into him and driving him back - but he comes out with a smile on his face, his clothing unburnt, the flames lighting his cigar. "Ha! That all you /got/, kid?" Puffing smoke, he walks casually a few steps - before spinning his sticks, merging them together to become a long staff. Twelve has no idea how the real Big does this, but he's fine with playing with it, swinging the staff for "Kyo"'s stomach.
"'cause that /tickled/."
COMBATSYS: Kurow dodges Twelve's P.H.Y.S..
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Kurow 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Twelve
Hugo makes his way into the stands. He has bag of popcorns and a bag of hotdogs and a bag of ketchup. He sits down to watch intently from behind his huge eyebrow ridge.
'Kusanagi' grins, moving hard to one side, techniquelessly, and barely pulling his body out of the path of the staff. It catches his jacket, pulling him a little, but otherwise he seems quite all right. "See? What'd I tell you. You go for that one retarded big attack, and then you fuck it up. Guess there's a reason you gotta call yourself 'Big,' huh?" The taunting never stops with Kusanagi, and Kurow keeps that in mind as he talks.
Moving in full-speed, 'Kyo' tries something no more complex than -- at best -- grabbing the well-built man by the chest with a quiet "Ha!", pulling him up and to one side, slamming him into the ground and burying his shoulder in his face with a somewhat louder, "Ha ha!" Perhaps his old man is rubbing off on him, at least verbally. ... Just a little bit.
COMBATSYS: Twelve interrupts Strong Throw from Kurow with T.H.R..
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Kurow 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Twelve
"Actually, kid, the reason I'm called Big..." As "Kyo" runs towards "Big," "Big" allows himself to be grabbed - and grabs "Kyo"'s shoulders as he's raised off the ground. "...actually, I'll tell you when you're old enough to drink!" He laughes as he is tossed - and as "Kyo" slams him into the ground, "Big" shifts his weight, using his grip to send Kurow flying off over his head.
Getting to his feet, Big laughs. "After all, I ain't here to be your nanny, bitch, an' there's just too many words you wouldn't know!"
The apparent Kusanagi fighter is tossed away, sent rolling by Big's throw; it's mostly a scratch, though. Kusanagi is made of tough stuff, after all. "Pff, bet you blew your back out doing that one," he says, getting to his feet in record time. "You really gotta learn when to just quit -- you just got lucky. I mean, c'mon, you beating Ryu? I bet he threw the fight to go chase whoever left Big that new scarf."
Yeah, that's right, he went there.
"This is it!" he yells, as he takes to the sky, raising a heel high into the air -- and then slamming it down straight for the Chrome Dome Don's skull, trying to bury it as deep as possible and put Big down with one hard strike. He follows it up -- if he connects -- with a direct downward slam of his fist aimed for Big's breastbone, evidently going for the... straightforward approach. That's our Kyo -- always rushing in head first.
COMBATSYS: Twelve dodges Kurow's Flying Kick.
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Kurow 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Twelve
"Mr. Big" grins as "Kyo" gets to his feet. He laughs - for a few minutes. Through the lucky comment - but when the scarf is mentioned, he stops. You don't insult Big's appearance, and Twelve knows to play that up. "You're not making me laugh any more, kid. Try making me laugh, and I might not break your back." As "Kyo" leaps into the ear, lunging for "Big," the big man ducks - and rolls under "Kyo," rising to his feet and turning around behind his foe.
"You hearing me? Not a good idea, what you're doing..." He takes his sticks - and runs one along the ground, a blazing blue blast running after it - and as "Big" arcs his stick up into the air, the burst explodes off the ground at "Kyo." "GROUND BLASTER!"
COMBATSYS: Twelve successfully hits Kurow with P.R.O.J..
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Kurow 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Twelve
"Ha ha, come on, old --" Wham. And, in being an enormous asshole and then getting hit in the face for it, Kurow /perfectly mirrors Kyo/. The blazing chi hits him flush, sending him staggering back. "All right! Now we're actually getting somewhere -- I was pretty worried there for a minute!" And then, in a split second, Kurow -- remembering, no doubt, some moment of extreme annoyance from his youth -- decides to do something risky.
He leaps in with a hard tackle, going for Big's sticks, trying to seize both of the weapons, as well as Big's hands. And then he does the one thing so ridiculous that it simply cannot be denied.
"Stop hittin' yourself! Stop hittin' yourself!" he yells, trying to keep Big's hands tied up and slamming the hands and sticks into him over and over again.
COMBATSYS: Twelve dodges Kurow's Random Weapon.
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Kurow 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Twelve
As "Kyo" staggers back, "Big" laughs again. "That's better. Come on, kid - you gonna get your ass /beat/, let's make this snappy." Twelve, unlike Kurow, had no youth. He does not have the /instinct/ to fall for such a thing as hitting himself. As "Kyo" grabs for for his sticks, he simply steps back, causing the grab to become a useless groping at air, laughing harder.
"Kid-" "Big" attempts to start a combo, slamming his knee for "Kyo's" gut. "-you are a fucking idiot. How the /hell/ did you even get this far, by sleeping your way to the top?" If his first attack connected, opening "Kyo" for more, he will slam his sticks for the boy's foot, then across the face, before pausing, merging them into his long staff, to hit the boy for a line drive. It - isn't as painful as the /real/ Big's, but Twelve can mimic styles pretty well.
COMBATSYS: Kurow dodges Twelve's P.H.Y.S..
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Kurow 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Twelve
"Kyo" dodges.
"Same old shit, old man!" one doppelganger says to the other, as once again, he slides to one side and narrowly avoids the full-force line drive with the staff. "You keep tryin' it and you just keep screwin' it up! Is that how you treat those /girls/, too -- speakin' of sleeping?!" "Kyo" doesn't pull any punches, it seems like -- even if he is a little bit... unimaginative. Kurow never did quite learn conventional schoolyard insults, after all.
Stretching his hands out a little, he makes it look like he's going to go in for a hard slam with the side of his hand... and ends up jumping forward in another traditional Kusanagi move, swinging both legs forward one after another at Big as he grunts, "Hrn -- ha!" He really does seem to be giving it his all, even though it's not really 'his' fight -- after all, he has to make it /seem/ like he's the genuine article.
COMBATSYS: Twelve blocks Kurow's Medium Kick.
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Kurow 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Twelve
"Kid, you only /wish/ you were one of those girls - maybe then I wouldn't have to slap you so damn hard!" "Big"'s voice is low and unamused - dangerous, perhaps, but then again, this is "Kyo." He won't notice - or care. "Big" catches the first leg on his staff, which slams it back to chained sticks, and the second on the side of his arm, grunting.
"But you just gotta make me so /mad/, you know? Why you gotta make me do this?" As he says this, "Big" takes both sticks in one hand, holding the other one flat - and then slams it at "Kyo"'s face, not as a punch or palm strike but as a slap. "Why you gotta be such a bitch?"
COMBATSYS: Kurow blocks Twelve's Medium Punch.
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Kurow 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Twelve
Kyo brings both fists up to cover his face, letting the strike hit him on one of his gloved hands. "First thing, I'm not into that," he says, "and second, the only thing you usually slap is about three feet below that big mouth of yours!" Ah, masturbation humor -- is there no problem you can't solve, in or out of the ring?
"You know what the best thing about fighting assholes like you is?" he says, with a big grin on his face, rearing a hand back and aiming a pair of hard smacks with his knuckles right for Big's sunglasses. After both strikes finish, hit or miss, with that firm cry of "Hoo! Ha!", he ends his statement with a cutting, "You make me feel that much better about myself!" He finishes the combo with a hard slam of his shoulder at the man's chest, trying to knock him over.
COMBATSYS: Twelve blocks Kurow's Fierce Punch.
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Kurow 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Twelve
Twelve is glad that Mr. Big wears sunglasses - he is unsure if his expression of 'steely rage' is adequate in his eyes. Twelve was never great at eyes. Faces, yes - but not eyes. "If you ain't into that, kid, how come you think you know so much about my habits? Or are you just talkin' about yourself?" "Big"'s hands come out, intercepting the slaps before they strike his glasses, and "Big" intercepts the shoulder blow with his own shoulder, reeling back a bit, but still standing and fine.
"Glad you got your jollies, though - probably the /only/ way you feel better 'bout yourself is pretending you're better than real people!" As he says this, "Big" rears back on one leg - and slams one foot up towards "Kyo"'s nards. Twelve knows Big wouldn't fight fair, and Twelve never believed that fairness existed in the first place. "Too bad this'll hurt /more/, though!"
COMBATSYS: Kurow interrupts Medium Kick from Twelve with Medium Kick.
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Kurow 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Twelve
Kurow /hates/ nut shots. Even if the real Kyo may not, Kurow finds them to be a tactic that he just can't let slide, the one thing that he really has to just stop cold and punish /immediately/. As such, when Twelve's leg swings up right at "Kyo's" nards, the Kusanagi fighter turns, raises his leg a little, and takes it on the thigh -- and then uses that momentum to carry himself up into the air, slamming a heel down on Big's head like he'd /intended/ earlier. He doesn't follow it up with that fist slam like last time, though.
"You really don't know how to handle yourself in a fight, huh?!" he says, sliding back away after landing. "You talk a big game, but every time you come in you just get shut down. Quit screwing around and show me what you've really got!"
As Kyo redirects his leg, "Big" stumbles back a bit - further, when the foot comes down on his head. That was /painful/. Stumbling back, he shakes himself, gathering his willpower and shaking a fist. "You wanna see me /mad/, kid? 'cause that is what you are asking for, and I don't think you gonna like it." Twelve takes a moment to rebuild himself, to prepare for what Must Be Done.
COMBATSYS: Twelve gains composure.
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Kurow 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Twelve
"I just told you! I want to see what you've actually got! This entire fight you've pretty much just been dicking around!" comes the demand from 'Kyo', as Twelve's incarnation of Big just hangs back and talks a bigger game than he seems to be willing to actually play. "If you're really the guy that beat Ryu, really the guy who stood toe to toe with Sagat, then you've gotta have something else to show me!"
That said, he takes a quick jump in and swings a leg out for the other mimic's midsection, going for the simplest technique he possibly can; he doesn't even really try too hard at it. The strike has nearly perfect form, but there's no real power behind it -- it's just a faintly glowing aerial spin kick.
COMBATSYS: Twelve endures Kurow's Light Kick.
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Kurow 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Twelve
"You want see what I really got, huh?" Twelve certainly does hang back a bit - he doesn't have the raw brawn of Big, just a the image of it. However, "Big" is happy to oblige when called on it. "Well, don't forget - you asked for it, kid..." As the spin kick happens, Big has raised his sticks in preparation - and just allows the kick to slam into him, taking advantage of "Kyo"'s closeness.
The mimic doesn't have the raw power of Big...but he can imitate it. "Heh..." Bringing his sticks together in front of him, a glow gathers between them. He raises the sticks over his head - and the glow flashes brightly, trailing along after sticks as he swings them forward - and a massive ball of blue chi flies from them, slamming towards "Kyo." "BLASTER WAVE!"
COMBATSYS: Twelve successfully hits Kurow with X.P.R.O.J..
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Kurow 1/---====/=======|=------\-------\0 Twelve
The enormous wave of blue chi washes over the impostor Kyo, sending him sprawling backward in the imitation of the Blaster Wave that Twelve uses so very well. "... Heh heh heh..." he starts, building into a full-on laugh at the Diamond Don, saying, "And that's all you've got?! I've felt worse after getting hit by little girls!"
He's leaving himself wide open for a counter-sass, of course, but hey -- it sounded good to the little Kyo that Kurow's head is calling on for this one. That's enough. "Anyway, since you're so intent on wasting my time..." He brings a gloved hand up, looking Big directly in the eye. The flames of the Kusanagi swell in his hand, ebbing and flowing like their elemental opposite as he says, "I'm going to teach you a lesson! Listen up and keep your eyes on the prize, 'cuz I'm only gonna do this the one time."
COMBATSYS: Kurow focuses on his next action.
"Well...ain't /my/ fault you've been beat up by little girls, now is it? Probably got a glass jaw." "Big" laughs. "After all - you aren't looking so good. Then again - what can I say? You /always/ look like a flaming little fag."
As he says this, "Big" steps back, watching "Kyo" and preparing. /Something/ is coming - something that the man wants to hit him, Twelve knows. He wants to be prepared.
COMBATSYS: Twelve focuses on his next action.
"Ha ha..." 'Kyo' laughs, looking at Big as he just goes on running his mouth. "The only glass jaw here is yours." He's so fond of the 'no u!!' turnarounds. It's a wonder that occasionally he comes up with something a little more clever. "Anyway, I'm just about through with you, so I want to teach you one easy lesson. Kinda glad you got far enough to learn it. It's a lesson..."
There's that determined glint in Kyo's eye. Even if things are a little chaotic and unplanned, he knows exactly what he's doing. Those flames continue to swirl around his hand as he swings it up just close enough to Big that it might singe his face, continuing, "... about the fists..."
That isn't the full force of the attack, though -- if Big thinks that's all that's coming, he's got another thing coming. He swings that hand outward, releasing a tremendous spray of flame in front of him, mimicking the ultimate technique of the Kusanagi family -- it's not perfect, but it's close enough that most people wouldn't notice a difference. With a loud yell, he makes a declaration to Twelve that could just as well have come from Kyo's own mouth:
"... and the flames of the Kusanagi!"
COMBATSYS: Twelve fails to slow Ankoku Fireball from Kurow with P.R.O.J..
COMBATSYS: Twelve can no longer fight.
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"Big" is unimpressed by "Kyo" and his NO U-ing. Visibly so. His eyebrow is raised skeptically, as "Kyo" prepares his ULTIMATE POWER. The flames swirling about him are dangerous, Twelve knows. He honestly has little hope to survive this. But - Big would try to anyway, wouldn't he? Big isn't that smart...
And so, as the flames come, "Big" holds his sticks above his head and /dives into it/, spinning, hoping to avoid the danger by his internal chi. Twelve knows this is futile - the glames wash over him, burning and pounding - and at the end, he is lying facedown on the ground, stopped in his dive by the flames. "...not bad...kid..."
'Twelve' hopes he can rebuild himself fast enough if the Mysterious Benefactor /does/ show up...
"Lesson taught," 'Kusanagi' says, turning away and extinguishing the flames around his hand with a sudden clenching of his fist. "I am... the champion!" comes his final declaration, before he starts to walk off, leaving Big on the Red Arena's floor without another word. The medics would handle that -- even Kyo, often a 'hero' to some, is a dick most of the time.
Needless to say, this surprise World Warrior fight has drawn a lot of attention from all sorts of reporters and fans. Needless to say, one of them gets socked in the face; two more get the finger; a third gets his camera broken. There's a very specific image that has to be maintained when impersonating someone, after all; it's not perfect, but it's within expected parameters for Kyo as far as Kurow knows. At most, it might raise a couple of eyebrows.
"Big" struggles to his feet as Twelve rapidly attempts to rebuild his structure. It's /expected/ that the loser will stagger off - and maybe the Benefactor will just show up for "Kyo." Or, Twelve reflects, might not be fooled. He hopes not.
"Big" is caught by several snapshots showing him burnt, bruises, his glasses cracked and his clothing torn, with blood on his face and his fur ruffled. The two girls who came with him - in reality genetically-engineered G-Project creations - move to support him as he staggers after Kurow.
/Presumably/, at least, no Mysterious Benefactor comes after Kurow. This isn't a real World Warrior fight, even though the press members who just happened to be here have started harassing him as if it was -- it's just bizarre happenstance with two tough men who happen to know how to play at being other men. (At least, as far as Kurow knows... what's actually happening is even weirder still, but he does not know the full extent of the weirdness that can happen in the world.)
After mutually harassing and being harassed by reporters for some time, he extracts himself from the arena, and just keeps on moving. After all -- he might have Yagami to deal with at any time.
COMBATSYS: Kurow has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:17:30 06/24/2007 by Twelve, and last modified on 23:46:12 06/24/2007.