Description: [Yamazaki vs. Kyle] In the first round of the Jinchuu tournament, Yamazaki makes good on his promise to cripple Kyle. The fight is fast and brutal, even by Yamazaki's standards, and the cost of losing is one of Kyle's knees. [Winner: Yamazaki]
Kyle has been told where he's supposed to go, for once -- he doesn't like the fact that he really /is/ going to be stuck in Southtown to some extent, but hey -- get on a boat? Easy money. Simple, straightforward, nothing that he can't do. He's gotten into more tightly-guarded facilities /not/ knowing where to start looking, after all.
He beats feet through Southtown's various districts, not knowing the city quite as well as he should -- even having general directions, it's still a little difficult. These aren't his streets. This isn't his town. A little detour has taken him into Chinatown, where he attempts to finagle directions out of the various shopkeeps and other citizenry with varying degrees of success -- he's not much good with foreigners, especially foreigners who are 'foreign twice-over'.
He wasn't quite sure if he was surprised or not. For the amount of money that he was given, one would think that correct information would be given regarding the location of Kyle Travers, but people have also paid far, far less to attempt to have Ryuji Yamazaki killed. But as he strolls through the streets of Chinatown, one of the many shopkeepers in the area stops him, then gets up on tiptoes to murmur something to the Syndicate enforcer about an unfamiliar foreigner running around. Murmuring is exchanged before a wide grin starts to spread across Yamazaki's face. "That's him." A handful of bills is passed to the shopkeep, who turns back to his store, and Ryuji himself turns down the street that Kyle is on right now.
Timing as coincidental as it is, Yamazaki will come out of an alleyway just a few moments before Kyle would have run into him. The Southsynd lieutenant looks down a bit, eyebrow cocked, with a slight smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. "Oi. You Travers?"
While Kyle knows better than to admit his heritage to just anyone off the street, right now he is in Southtown, the fighting capital of the world, and one of a scant number of places his brother could conceivably be that aren't the place he knows. He has to take the chance. If he can deal with this Jinchuu thing and pick up the trail with his brother, that's two birds with one stone. Worth the risk -- especially since he isn't familiar with Yamazaki and doesn't know who he's dealing with.
Travers gives a brief cock of his head, keeping his expression even yet vaguely interested. "Maybe. What's it to you, two tone?" He sounds like he's confident that even if this /does/ turn into trouble, it won't trouble /him/ particularly -- even the best in Metro are, for him, relatively even fights. He's a reasonably big fish in a big pond... but Kyle is still at the point where there are both a lot of bigger ponds and a lot of bigger fish. Right now he's happened across both. "If you're looking for Cody, you got the wrong guy."
A low chuckle rumbles in Yamazaki's throat at the 'two-tone' comment. Slowly, he rolls his neck, causing it to pop audibly before he slides his right hand into his pocket. "Cody? Nah, I know the difference between you and him." He leans down just a little, and the smile widens across his face as he gets very close to face-to-face. "You don't look like a goddamn washout junkie bastard. Not yet anyway. But your brother's not business today." Slowly, Yamazaki starts to straighten back up again. "You are."
After that brief announcement of facts is made, Yamazaki's left hand lashes out in a sudden cross, bringing that fist up and over his body in a stiff jab aimed for Kyle's face. Even as he punches, he's still talking, "Hope you didn't have anything ridin' on that trip to the Jinchuu ship, y'little bastard." A grin starts to pull at his lips, and a quick laugh is barked out. "Cause you ain't walkin' away from here on your own fuckin' legs!"
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has started a fight here.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Kyle has joined the fight here.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kyle
COMBATSYS: Kyle fails to counter Quick Punch from Yamazaki with Stepping Kick.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Kyle
Hearing someone who looks like he knows what's up say that Cody's a junkie bum is a little disheartening, but it tells Kyle where to start looking -- beating up drug dealers. This is something he'd do /anyway/, but having another excuse is perfectly fine by him. However, it does throw Kyle off his guard, and when Yamazaki comes in with that punch, he feels a need to put it down quick. ... but he finds out, quickly, that Yamazaki is more than he lets on.
The punch busts through whatever guard Kyle tries to put up, and it's apparent he's gone for /something/ from his body language -- but it gets shut down almost immediately, as that punch to the face shuts him down and sends him sprawling to the ground, already a little wrecked from just that one little punch. "... You little shit," he groans, as he starts to pull himself back up to his feet, wiping a little trickle of blood off his face. "You're not gonna' get away with that one twice."
"Little? You blind, you dumb bastard?" Another chuckle passes Yamazaki's lips, and his head starts to slowly shake back and forth as he trudges forward. "Y'know, I don't think you even know what you're gettin' into. You ain't stepped out of that little shithole Metro City before, have you?" The right hand slips out of its pocket, and he pops the knuckles of his right hand first, then the left. "Whatever. Makes this that much funnier." Ryuji's right hand slips back into his pocket before he settles down into a comfortable resting position. He furrows his brows just slightly, enough to peer out at Kyle from underneath them. "Means you don't even know that me 'n Big Bear are the two people that went and tracked your retard brother down in his hole 'n beat the shit out of him."
Suddenly, the blonde surges forward in movement unnatural for someone his size. "Hope you can put up a better fuckin' fight!" The right hand snaps out of its pocket again, this time with the fingers wrapped around the hilt of a switchblade which has snapped out amidst the movement. It slices across in a harsh horizontal forehand, then comes in a horizontal backhand. The next strike comes across in a diagonal slash, and the final slash in a second horizontal backhand.
COMBATSYS: Kyle fails to counter Random Weapon from Yamazaki with Bushin Senpuu Kyaku.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1 Kyle
Little, in this case, is almost definitely metaphorical; after all, Kyle is definitely towered over by at least a few inches by the massive Yamazaki, who is also a little more built and a little less wiry. However, the other thing he says is what throws him off his game more -- he didn't know until just now that Cody was in some shit with some Southtown thugs, and that makes him worried. He'd always thought of Southtown as 'soft,' but if its denizens can put the hurt on Cody...
... whatever Kyle tries, it doesn't work. It seems like he's going to try to shoulder past Yamazaki's slashes, but the blade catches him early -- the weapon slashes through his defenses as if they were ribbons, taking him from 'ready to fight' to 'torn apart' in a few quick slashes. He flinches as each successive strike comes in, and as that last backhanded slash finishes, he clutches his wounds and slumps to the ground, a small splatter starting to build around him as he rolls in agony. "God damn it," he groans, from his position on the ground. "... god damn it..."
"All talk, little action. JUST LIKE YOUR WORTHLESS FUCKIN' BROTHER." As Kyle goes falling backwards, Yamazaki's right hand flips the blade closed before he slides his hand back into its pocket, and his entire body starts to arch in sudden raucous laughter. He throws his head back far enough that his entire body goes backwards, and his head is even with the small of his back as loud, hyena-like laughter fills the area. The denizens of Chinatown recognize the laughter in question, and some start to gather around to see what's going on. These people in question recognize the bulk of the Syndicate enforcer, and have no recollection of the person on the ground. It's not long before they're getting into the fight in their own special way, throwing spare change and garbage at the prone form of Kyle Travers, shouting insults and disparaging remarks all the while.
"Alright. Time for me t'earn my paycheck, enough fuckin' around." Yamazaki takes one short hop forward before his right leg suddenly lifts high off the ground. Waist-high, chest-high, then all the way up above his head. He stalls there for just a moment before that foot comes down fast and hard. The heel of his foot is directed right between Kyle's face with all due intent to smash between his eyes and knock the conciousness out of him with one brutal strike.
COMBATSYS: Kyle fails to counter Yakiire from Yamazaki with Improvised Weapon.
- Power fail! -
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Yamazaki 1/------=/=======|=======\=====--\1 Kyle
COMBATSYS: Kyle has reached second wind!
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Yamazaki 1/------=/=======|=======\=====--\1 Kyle
Travers leaps back from Yamazaki as he starts yelling, positioning himself such that he has easy access to one of Chinatown's numerous convenient traveling merchant carts, and grips it with one hand. He's gearing up for something -- that much is obvious. The younger man growls at Yamazaki as he starts to insult his brother, and more come around to insult the upstart himself.
He pulls the cart forward toward Yamazaki as that leg comes up off the ground, but it isn't fast enough -- that foot strikes him dead-on, sending him sprawling once again. For a while, he stays still -- maybe he thinks Yamazaki'll leave. But Yamazaki's words about his brother spur him to get back up, in spite of the fact that he shouldn't stay here, should just run or play dead. A leg comes up. He gets up on one knee, growling, "That the best you got...? Come on... I'm still up."
An eyebrow arched briefly at the grasping of the merchant's cart, but the strength of the descending leg is enough to detract from any potential interferences to his honest day's work. But the interference in one of Chinatown's merchants' honest day's work causes a low growl to rumble in his throat. "You fuckin' with that cart wasn't the smartest thing you coulda done, shitbag." The growl is replaced by another brief, barked laugh before Yamazaki starts to slide forward once again. "You just started screwin' with people that pay me t'keep shit like that from happenin'." The laughter starts to build up, louder and louder, and Yamazaki moves steadily faster until he's broken into a dead run. "NOW I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR FUCKIN' HANDS, YOU FUCKIN' IDIOT! AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!" Laughing all the while, Ryuji charges right for Kyle with the intent to bury his shoulder into the man's chest.
COMBATSYS: Kyle fails to counter Yondan Drill from Yamazaki with Bushin Gourai Kyaku.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Kyle can no longer fight.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|
When he feels the solid impact of shoulder into sternum, Yamazaki suddenly brings his body up and around in a sudden fierce uppercut, fist catching up underneath Kyle's chin with enough force to bring him off his feet and into the air. As he starts to descend, that same hand snaps out to catch the Travers brother by the face. "DIE! DIE, DIE, DIE, FUCKING DIE!" The first strike comes as a headbutt; his grip slides to the back of Kyle's head just in time for Ryuji's forehead to slam into the other man's face with all the impact of an angry truck. A second headbutt will follow, then a second, third, fourth, fifthsixthseventheighthninth, then a final tenth harsh slam of head to face before Kyle's tossed back into the air. Yamazaki's left arm flares with a wispy, gaseous purple chi that erupts along his entire arm just a moment before he lashes out, chi-charged fist crashing into the side of Kyle's head with all that energy focusing itself to the point of impact, providing additional impact in the last punch. Slowly, then, Yamazaki straightens up, and waits to see whether Kyle will get up again.
Rearing an arm back, Kyle breaks into a run toward /Yamazaki/ at the same time that Yamazaki runs toward him... but he's too slow, again. The man's just too much of a well-oiled machine for Kyle to hope to throw a wrench in the work, and as Yamazaki shoulders through him, Kyle starts to fly back -- but Yamazaki catches him well before that happens, bringing him up into the air and catching that face neatly. The headbutts rain down one after another, and Kyle just can't take it -- he passes out on the seventh. Everything after that is just gravy -- Kyle doesn't even feel it, mercifully. The waves of chi crash into him, and when he's let go, he doesn't get up. He just lies there as the Chinatown residents, as they say, dole out the harshness on his unconscious form.
As Kyle drops down to the floor, another low laugh starts up as Yamazaki starts to stalk over towards him. "Oi. Crowbar." He holds a hand out to one of the merchants. A few moments pass in which he rummages around before passing the Syndicate enforcer a crowbar. "Time to finish the job." He slaps the crowbar against his other hand as he continues to walk over towards the unconcious Travers. "Worthless as your brother. You don't fuckin' deserve a second chance, you little shit, but you're gettin' lucky. She didn't specify that you're supposed t'be dead, so that means one more person for me to cripple later on." He stands over the fallen body for a moment, then he lifts the crowbar up before bringing it down right across Kyle's lower leg. Three hard strikes with the crowbar fall before there's an audible sound of bone cracking. One more hard strike comes to aggravate the wound, then Yamazaki reaches a hand down. He grabs the ankle of that same leg, then grunts as he yanks hard enough to dislocate the knee-joint. He twists the leg off at a pleasantly unpleasant angle, then he reaches into one of his vest pockets. One quick picture is snapped before he pockets it thus. "Welcome to Southtown, you witless bastard." The crowd, surprisingly enough, starts to cheer the efforts to cripple the foreigner. "Someone call the fucker an ambulance. One of those street-gangs found him and beat 'im up, if they ask." Someone nods, and promptly grabs a cell phone as Yamazaki just stalks off and away from the area.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:08:41 08/22/2007 by Yamazaki, and last modified on 16:56:11 08/23/2007.