Description: Maxima and Shenwoo TAKE IT TO THE LIMIT in a no-holds barred battle extreme!! Who will triumph!? Or will both be defeated by layers and layers of disgustingly smelly garbage?! YOU DECIDE. Except you don't, because... (Winner: Maxima)
Is there anything simpler, more straightforward, than a back-alley brawl? Saturday Night Fight or no, this little fracas has been given every bit of verisimilitude the production crew can manage, with all the cameras hidden away in spots where they can catch all the action, without - hopefully - getting trashed. There's no obvious crewmembers, no referee, no audience. Just a dark and dingy alleyway, with each competitor being sent to enter from the opposite side.
This sort of place is, really, nostalgic for Shenwoo; be it Metro City, or Southtown, or Shanghai, there's a feel to the back alleys, the worst parts of the city, that is pretty much the same wherever you go. For a former street tough and strongarm, it's a reminder of the days of his youth. Not a simpler time, though, for the self-styled 'God of Battle', no; those days were far more complex, before he realised he could just live life on his own terms. Do whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted.
These days, he's different.
God-knows-what squelching under his feet as he paces into the alleyway, Shen's sharp face wears a wide, wolfish grin in anticipation of the fight to come. Where he is, who he's fighting, it doesn't really matter as long as they're strong. As long as they're worth his time. "So," he says aloud, voice echoing in the alleyway as he tugs his leather gloves tighter. "Where's the poor chump they dug up to fight me, huh?"
"I guess..." The voice comes from the opposite side of the alleyway almost immediately after Shenwoo makes his query; deep, but pleasant, and belonging to a man a good head taller than the God of Battle himself, lumbering into the alleyway with a disarming smile that doesn't match his unusual outfit or his immense height and build in the slightest.
"... I'm the poor chump they dug up."
Maxima sounds good-humored as he steps in, and he is. This, after all, will be quite the interesting challenge. He knows well enough who Shenwoo is. Not just from Saturday Night Fights and Neo Leagues, but from comprehensive files stored in his databanks, compiled by NESTS itself. He knows what this man is capable of, and it just means that Maxima is fortunate enough to have an actual challenge today. So he smiles in a calm, casual way, hands linking behind the back of his head as he gives an easy stretch.
"Aaaaaah," he exhales a deep sigh as his body cracks, though the sound is slightly off from how cracking bones should sound. Likely the lease of the thoughts on Shenwoo's mind, though. "You're Shenwoo, right? The 'God of Battle'? Well..." His hands fall at his sides, and Maxima stands at the ready -- waiting for the beginning of the match with a patient grin.
"... Let's see if I can match up to a name like that!"
Indeed, nothing could be further from Shenwoo's mind. It hardly matters to him if he's fighting the Tin Man, the Scarecrow or the Cowardly Lion, as long as they put up a good match. "Ohh, you've heard of me? That's good," the brawler says, sounding pleased by this fact. Well, he might be in it mostly for the fun of the fight, but a little recognition doesn't go amiss either, does it? World Warrior or no World Warrior. Rolling his shoulders a bit, the berserker settles into his casual boxing stance, leading with his right and leaning back slightly. Match up to him? Shen sure hopes so, otherwise he might get bored.
But here they are, with no official or anything to shout the customary 'fight!' that begins so many battles in the world of professional fighting. Instead, they seem to be left to their own devices in that area, and for a long moment, a long silent moment, Shenwoo waits like that. Waits for the /exact right instant/ to take it to the big Canadian. Suddenly, Shen is rushing forward, kicking up muck and grime and things better left not thought about, twisting himself around to rear back his left fist, until he gets close enough to swing it forward at Maxima, turning his motion into a rushing, turning punch, throwing all his weight and speed behind the attack. "Show me WHAT YOU GOT!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Maxima has joined the fight here.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Maxima
COMBATSYS: Maxima endures Shenwoo's Gekiken.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Maxima
Left to their own devices. Maxima hardly seems inclined to make any sudden movements; in fact, the lumbering Canadian seems to be quite fine staying where he is, standing calmly while observing the Shanghai brawler. His eyes do a brunt of the work that goes unseen in Maxima's mind, rapidly analyzing data, noting the sudden tensing of Shenwoo's muscles which only means one thing: it's time to start the fight.
With one push, Shenwoo launches himself across the distance between himself and Maxima with momentum that the cyborg tracks to perfection. His own body tenses, and within a single moment, the Canadian -springs- forward. Moving in a rush surprisingly fast for someone of his size, his massive boots slam into the ground with heavy thuds, issuing his forward charge. "I'm not gonna hold back, OKAY?" The question is rhetorical, of course, because within a single moment Shenwoo's fist is cutting through the air and SLAMMING into Maxima. Yet, even as that fist was cocking back, so was Maxima's right, building up tension. And the moment that fist is -released-...
... so is Maxima's. His entire arm, the entire right side of his body, pivots forward the moment that Shenwoo unleashes his attack. It strikes dead on, and painfully at that, but Maxima doesn't acknowledge it. He simply powers -through-, swinging his own fist forward and down in what would seem to be a straightforward punch to the chest. Seconds before it can impact, though, something odd occurs: Maxima's wrist begins to -expand-, blossoming out into a series of armcannons that wreath his fist and, before his punch ever connects, releases a sudden BURST of concentrated, highly-pressurized steam to strike Shenwoo's chest with enough force to send him far back and -away-. "HMPH!!"
COMBATSYS: Maxima successfully hits Shenwoo with Vapour Cannon.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Maxima
Hold back?! Shenwoo would be offended if Maxima did! So as he strikes, and continues to turn and bleed off momentum after punching Maxima, the brawler doesn't seem to have an awful lot of options in dealing with that oncoming apparent punch. Instead, Shen just sort of stands there, which proves to not be the best idea he's ever had as he's hit with that burst of steam, and indeed sent a-flyin', crashing into a pile of sodden cardboard boxes. How... Unpleasant.
He's not down for long though, of course, instead rushing back out of the pile of debris, laughing. "Oh man... That was pretty great," the blond man says, shaking his head. Once again though, he's rushing forward at Maxima, skidding to a stop not far away and twisting on one leg to lash out with his other, trying to bury his heel in the Canadian's midsection hard enough to double him over. If that works, then Shenwoo throws himself forward, swinging his fist down in a heavy overhand punch in the hopes of driving Maxima down into the much in turn. "NOT FINISHED YET!!!"
COMBATSYS: Maxima interrupts Fusen Kyaku from Shenwoo with Maxima Missile.
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Shenwoo 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Maxima
Shaking out his fists, Maxima issues a small grunt in the aftermath of the strike. Steaming trails of vapour still lift from those cannons, shells falling to the ground with the clatter of metal as those weapons once more lock into place along his wrist, once more assuming the look of a normal, leather sleeve. Dark eyes look over, towards Shenwoo, just in time to seem him leap out of his debris-covered landing spot. A smile crosses the Canadian's lips.
"C'mon! Let's see what else you've got."
And so does Shenwoo comply, breaking across the space between them in record time. He's fast, at least, just -- not fast -enough-. As soon as Shenwoo Rushes in and lashes out with that brutal kick, Maxima is already preparing. He doesn't seem to attempt any sort of defense at all; the heel lashes out, striking him solidly in the gut and bringing him lurching forward. All seems to go as planned, save for the fact that, as Shenwoo throws himself -forward-...
... Maxima launches -up-, delivering a sudden, brutal PUNCH to the brawler's jaw. That overhand punch scrapes across the side of Maxima's head, smacks harmlessly against his well-guarded shoulders. His punch, however, is delivered at sheer, overwhelming force, meant to drive Shenwoo straight up and into the air in a quick burst of speed.
That's new.
Shenwoo is pretty shocked as he ends up in the air courtesy of that punch, and finds himself falling back down to the alley floor rather painfully, ending up in a heap, blinking in surprise. "Ha ha ha ha..." laughs Shen, shaking his head again, his apparent mirth rising at a quick pace. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" He pushes himself back up with a bit of a tottering wobble, before he gets his footing under him properly. "This is getting interesting!"
Of course, this being an alleyway full of who knows what, there's always other options than just repeatedly running at Maxima and getting punched. Shen can strategise, sort of at least, so he reaches out for the first solid object he can get a grip on, which happens to be... Oh, a dumpster.
With his grip on the heavy metal crate full of garbage (and maybe a hobo), Shenwoo uses his full main physical strength to whirl the thing around on its rusty old wheels, aiming to use it to bludgeon the holy bejeezus out of the Canadian cyborg. "HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
COMBATSYS: Maxima interrupts Random Weapon from Shenwoo with Maxima Lift.
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Shenwoo 1/-======/=======|=======\==-----\1 Maxima
That... that is impressive.
The Mightiest Canadian on Earth is left to stare for a moment in wonder as Shenwoo suddenly manages to turn an entire dumpster in a tool used for bludgeoning. It's clear that the man isn't down -- not even -close- to it, really -- and so Maxima is left to debate, in rapid-fire thought, the best way to deal with this. The dumpster comes, screeching across the ground. And Maxima...
... rushes right for Shenwoo.
The dumpster SLAMS into him, but even as it does, he applies an almost equal amount of force, his massive shoulder impacting the side with the indenting of metal against his hide, bending against his frame. At the same time he lashes -out- with his hands, lunging at Shenwoo with his right as his left almost unceremoniously knocks the dumpster aside with such strength that it goes SMASHING into a nearby wall, loosening dirt and debris from the nooks and cranies of the brick.
A solid grip is taken onto Shenwoo, joined by Maxima's other massive hand. And as if the God of Battle was little more than a ragdoll, Maxima lifts him HIGH into the air... before bringing him swinging -down-, slamming him brutally, gut-first, against Maxima's right, upraised knee. Soon after he's released in a throw, chucked forward... to slam right into the upraised lid of that dumpster and subsequently into the dumpster itself. "-HAAH-!!" Despite the look of confidence on Maxima's face, a slight wince is elicited. That stung. Ow.
Brutal, just brutal. The overwhelming violence of Maxima's assault deposits poor Shenwoo in the dumpster, the lid flipping shut after he's been dumped inside from the impact, from whence he may never return. NEVER RETURN. Indeed, for a few long moments there's no movement whatsoever in the alleyway aside from Maxima himself, at least until the closed dumpster jerks forward once with a metallic thud, metal bending outwards. A second thud makes the dumpster jerk forward again before, finally, the whole thing EXPLODES from an internal impact, metal shredding and sending horrible, awful trash everywhere, even all over Maxima's sweet NESTS duds. But you know, that's not the worst part.
No, the /worst/ part is Shenwoo himself, erupting out of the dumpster even as it explodes, moving so fast he blurs, human sight - and perhaps even Maxima's enhanced senses - barely able to follow his movement... Even though he's bearing right down on Maxima, his left fist thrown forwards in another rushing punch, far faster and more powerful than the one he treated the Canadian to before, a shockwave of pure energy centered on his fist and extending to envelop his entire body, turning him into a madly screaming human missile. "SHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Maxima with Zetsu! Gekiken.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/--=====|=======\======-\1 Maxima
The amount of force and power Maxima has had to exert in these last few strikes have been more than a little draining. As soon as Shenwoo is released, Maxima crouches a bit, taking in a long, deep breath, and shaking his head clear of any stray thoughts. His hands clench and unclench, his head rolling. The heavy breathing is more a habit than anything else at this point, but it's clear that he's a little winded.
Winded enough, so that when Shenwoo suddenly EXPLODES everywhere in a rain of metal schrapnel and trash. A banana peel slaps against his chest, and much more besides splatters over his face and outfit, blinding him more than sufficiently so that Shenwoo's sudden forward rush is completely concealed from his eyes. He can track from the signature of energy the God of Battle suddenly gives off, but sadly... it's not quite enough. That punch CRASHES into Maxima harshly, the impact more than enough to send him rocketing -backwards-.
Launched off his feet, he goes soaring, crashing into a nearby wall that literally -INDENTS- from the force of his landing. Dirt, brick powder falls on Maxima's head. He doesn't seem to care. He slowly peels off the wall, landing on his feet. But as he does... His feet begin to expand, switching and whirring with mechanical motion before a pair of rocket boosters literally -slide out of his boots-. "Bunker..."
Within that moment, those rocket boosters ignite, power directed straight to his feet in a propulsion fueled by golden, artificial chi. Maxima goes BLASTING into the air like a human missile, becoming a faint dot in the sky before he suddenly -twists-, that propulsion directing him downwards at superhuman speeds. And, like a near-five hundred pound human meteor, Maxima will come crashing down, intent on SLAMMING into Shenwoo while encased in a shimmering field of golden energy with an impact so great it's likely going to crush in a good section of the alleyway street.
"BUUUUUUUUUUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo Toughs Out Maxima's Bunker Buster!
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Shenwoo 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Maxima
Finishing off that attack, Shenwoo takes a turning step, rotating in a full circle to bleed off the remaining momentum, just in time to see Maxima just about sticking out of a wall. Breathing heavily, a faint sheen of sweat visible on his tanned face, Shenwoo nevertheless doesn't seem to falter at all, grinning wildly like he's having the best time ever. Probably because, from his perspective, he is. So he stands there, and he waits to see just why Maxima has jets coming out of his foot - and he doesn't even think that's really weird, because hey, why not? - getting smashed into by the cyborg and his nimbus of energy, feeling the ground buckle under his feet...
But the God of Battle still stands.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" bellows Shenwoo, responding to Maxima's assault with a sudden, out of absolutely nowhere, attempt at a headbutt, his rock-hard skull aimed for the Canadian's perhaps metal-hard face. If he can manage to land that, then the brawler continues with a short barrage of punches, striking at what /should/ be vital parts on Maxima's anatomy, before finishing the whole combination off with a rough uppercut. "THIS IS THE FINISH!!"
COMBATSYS: Maxima blocks Shenwoo's Kohyou Rengeki.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Maxima
There's not a lot of people who can just take the -full- brunt of Maxima's weight, propelled at unbelievable velocities, without even so much as attempting a guard and still be -standing-. In fact, that number is, at current, tallied at one: Shenwoo. Maxima crashes into the ground harshly, the ensuing explosion creating a ripple effect of dust and debris. The dumpster goes flying through the air, crash landing in the middle of the street beyond in a painfully loud bounce and screech across the ground. And yet, the cyborg's eyes are wide. Why?
Because Shenwoo is still standing.
Almost spontaneously after Maxima's assault ends, Shenwoo's begins with a fluid introduction of Shenwoo's head against Maxima's. It strikes, but not the Canadian's head. Instead, there is a single palm to intercept it, absorbing the brunt of the blow and then -continuing- to do so. As fast as Shenwoo moves, Maxima maneuvers with equal speed, his massive hands stopping each attack fluidly before, at the last strike, his forearms -lash- out, halting the final uppercut with both his arms. "Guh--!"
Still, as soon as the combination of strikes are done, Maxima staggers backwards. He's not a fool. Despite his brutal offensive so far, the former NESTS agent is a careful man. Moving back, his body's systems begin to make a shift, diverting power to his own recovery as he slumps low, taking a deep breath. "Hah... hah... you hit pretty hard!" and now Maxima is going to reek the entire way back home. Damn dumpsters.
COMBATSYS: Maxima gains composure.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Maxima
The reason why Shenwoo can do that? He's just /that/ good. But his latest assault is handily guarded against by Maxima, and likewise he too staggers back from the clash, breathing raggedly. Okay, maybe he overdid it just a little bit. Lifting one grimy, gloved hand, he wipes his mouth with the inside of the palm, which is luckily mostly free of gross trash or anything... But yeah, it's overall unpleasant. Even for someone who remembers his childhood being, well... Entirely too like this for comfort.
Yeah... You ain't hitting light either," Shen responds, in a show of grudging respect, giving the Canadian a slow nod. "But we're gonna finish this in a second, you know that, right?" He just needs to catch his breath, which shouldn't take him more than a second... But does this mean he's giving up the advantage of initiative to Maxima?!
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo gains composure.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Maxima
It would seem the two of them are having a stand-off. At least, to the cameras. Both Maxima and Shenwoo, however, know well enough what they're actually doing -- taking a breather. The Canadian's reserves of strength as heavily depleted as they are, he can't force himself to go on without devoting a moment to his own recovery -- and it would seem that Shenwoo feels the same way, as well. Noting the brawler taking a breath as well, Maxima slowly comes to a stand, giving a relaxed chuckle for Shenwoo's words.
"Oh? Yeah, I guess we better wrap this up pretty soon, shouldn't we?" Rolling his neck, Maxima lowers himself into a fighting stance. He's still a bit ragged, but this will have to do. Because soon enough, he is launching himself -forward-, rushing across the ground in a singular path towards Shenwoo. His intent is simple: to sieze the other man by the lapels of his shirt, hoist him up, spin... and then just SLAM him into the ground, all in slightly sluggish, but still rapid, movement. "HMPH!!"
COMBATSYS: Maxima successfully hits Shenwoo with Quick Throw.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Maxima
Short and sweet, that's the best way, isn't it? Shenwoo sees Maxima coming all right, and there's plenty of time still to do something about it, right? But, tired as he is - and he's still tired - it's harder to move than he would prefer. He tries to slip back out of Maxima's grasp, but doesn't quite manage it, instead getting caught by the lapels, and then smashed pretty hard into the ground. Not a fun time for Mr. Woo! Grunting, he rolls over onto his side, and then he lashes out... Thrusting one leg up towards Maxima, aimed, well... Right between the ol' uprights.
Sure, it's a bit of a dirty move, but Shenwoo's never claimed to fight /clean/, in fact he'd probably say there was no such thing. Especially here, in a dingy hellhole of a back alley, it's probably exactly the sort of place for a kick to the nuts. If Maxima even /has/ any.
COMBATSYS: Maxima endures Shenwoo's Light Kick.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Maxima
Sadly for Shenwoo, only twenty percent of Maxima's body is still good ol' fashioned human.
The nuts region is not one of these parts.
Shenwoo lashes out in a rapid-fire motion, aiming to kick Maxima in the junk. What occurs is entirely different from what should normally happen. There's a metallic CLANG as Shenwoo strikes, and as he does... Maxima is already moving -forward-, seeking to capitalize on a perceived opening. Sure, it hurts.
But thankfully not as much as it could if he were still 'normal.'
Seeking to grab Shenwoo by the waist, what comes next is rather swift. Maxima will, in a single moment, attempt to suplex the God of Battle -straight- into the ground, the Canadian's back arching at improbably angles for someone as large as him. Even moreso is when he does a sudden -backflip- afterwards, landing above Shenwoo before proceeding to suplex him again in a sudden backwards arch. "HRMPH!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo interrupts Dangerous Arch from Maxima with Tenrenshou.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo can no longer fight.
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...Clang? Seriously? "What the--Since when does that go 'clang'?" Shenwoo wonders, the question almost taking him out of the moment of having super fun in a fight, and then he's grabbed around the waist, and suplexed into the ground. Except it doesn't /entirely/ do what it's supposed to, as the brawler takes the brunt of the impact on one arm, using his other to push himself back, getting a little room... Room enough to twist, to thrust out his leg even as he remains inverted like that, driving his heel right into the Canadian before he can complete his flippy-dippy second suplex. It's good... Ohh, but it's not quite enough.
"Ah, crap," mutters the self-styled 'God of Battle' as he flops helplessly onto his back, the last of the fight gone right out of him. Instead, he lays there in things best not thought about, staring up at the night sky visible between the lines of the buildings. "Ha ha ha... You're pretty good. Maxima, right?" Most people would probably be more upset at losing. But Shenwoo? Not so much. Being beaten by somebody just means they're a challenge... Which means he can always go find them and have more fun in the future.
Well, that was unexpected.
Maxima is introduced to Shenwoo's leg once more in mid-flip. Without any footing, and in mid-air as he is, his bulky body is impacted with a heavy -whud- of foot striking torso, launching Maxima further upwards through the air and propelling him away from Shenwoo. It hurts... but sadly, it's not enough to take him out of the fight, as Shenwoo likely realizes the moment he flops backwards.
The Canadian is quick to recover in mid-flight, slamming into the ground feet-first. His boots drag across the rough street floor as he comes to a staggering hault, a gloved hand pressing against the nearby wall to steady himself. "... Whew!" he exhales after a long moment, the grin on his lips one of enjoyment -- excitement. "You're one tough cookie. That was a close one." But it would appear the match is over, sad as it may be. And as Shenwoo speaks, the Canadian comes to a stand, head tilting to the side. "Yeah, the name's Maxima. Come find me again if you want to throw down -- I could use a good challenge." As he speaks, the titan of a Canadian turns, beginning a slow, limping walk away. He's going to go home, and take an hour-long shower. "Ugh... I smell disgusting." On the plus side... if he's suffering through it, K' will likely suffer doubly more.
And this prospect makes Maxima smile as he leaves.
COMBATSYS: Maxima takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Maxima has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:07:33 10/14/2007 by Maxima, and last modified on 06:01:14 10/23/2007.