Description: Teacup rides suck. Also, a SNF in Disneyland that involves a lot of pain and sheer hilarity from the insane Todoh-ryuu master, Ryuhaku!! Watch in horror as Billy devours the entire MUCK's power/critical hit quota for the month of November. (Winner: Billy)
This is the happiest place on Earth! But will it be host to the happiest battle the Saturday Night Fight officials have ever witnessed - and paid for in one of the most expensive licensing agreements for something of such a small scale? (If one would call any given non-Main Event Saturday Night Fight something of a 'small' scale to begin with. Pshaw!)
The teacup ride comes to a halt, the last set of passengers prior to the big battle just getting off without vent or really much of anything interesting. If anybody threw up, they didn't get that on cameras. Nope. Happiest place on Earth, happiest fight Saturday Night Fight will ever see. (It'd better!)
Quite a few costumed characters wave at the cameras obligingly, all the masks smiling, happy, and all-inviting for children. One could name them all from classic properties and recent hits alike. Do you remember the one in the giant felt greenish hakama with the oversized white gi shirt, the poorly woven red vest, and almost completely unnecessary sewn arm socks along with a giant plastic mold of some smiling, grinning man in a black moustache, long black fake hair, and some white socks tied together in a headband around his own head? Me neither.
Hey, wait a minute...
"YEH HAH HAH HAH HAH!" Muffled laughter comes from this abomination among all long-established legends and icons of all childhoods across recent generations! "With my new family-friendly makeover the six-and-under crowd will be helpless before the timelessness of the Todoh way! Yes. First, they'll beg their parents to take pictures of themselves with me! Then, they'll want to learn real martial arts! Then, THE WORLD!"
The suit clumsily walks into one of the streetlights with a loud thud, followed by its arms flailing about every which way. "Gah! Why can't this be any easier to see out of?!"
The other suited sorts and spectators give this... cherished addition to the park plenty of distance as it ambles along towards the vague direction of the teacups.
Happiest for some.
Unhappy for others.
If there's one ride in the entire amusement theme park repertoire that Marisol despises, it's the damn teacup rides. They're almost as useless as the carousel rides, except worse. Because if you are easily sickened by fast, circular motions, you'll throw up after you're done pointlessly spinning in circles at high speeds.
So when she approaches the designated "zone" for the SNF-to-be, her features pale considerably.
Almost immediately, the redheaded Pacific High girl jogs to a crewmember. "Excuse me," she says, her tone borderline demanding and harsh. "No one told me we'd fighting near this ride," she explains. Clearly, SOMEONE hasn't read the pre-fight venue. But that's okay. The crewmember just offers a creepy smile and pats her on the head.
Ignored, the girl huffs and marches toward the gated area, leaning her back against it. Eyes wander as she waits, observing the numerous and annoying mascots traipsing and trouncing about for the children to enjoy. She's too old for this shit, she secretly reminds herself.
Then she sees Todoh in costume. Immediately, her calloused palm meets her forehead.
She remembers this guy. He's insane. Hilarious, but insane. And she has to fight with him?
"God help me," she mutters, patiently waiting and observing the old guy in his homemade costume with a distantly horrified expression on her tanned features.
Nobody will ever hear it who is here, but the teacup ride has always been one of Billy's favorites. Contrary to popular belief he somewhat regularly comes to these, if less so now then in recent years; Because Lilly enjoys these kind of events, and her brother always has to win her a large variety of stuffed animals and cheap, useless prizes. Sampling every ride is part of the bargain, which means he might have the edge in terms of being used to the environment! He's come more or less five minutes late as opposed to on time, and is wearing a costume in the likeness of former King of Fighters, Billy Kane! Which is to say, blue denim and no shirt with a snazzy red and white bandana. No sir, although he's playful and carefree by all standards for someone of his venue, he's not about to dress up like an insane weirdo who's lost touch with reality.
Not like Todoh, in other words.
He strides by Marisol, head shifting in either direction confused. "So who am I fighting again? I've heard of one of them... Todoh, right?" One of the attendants quickly rushes forward, eager to please, and first points at Marisol. This earns a one second glance and heavy shrug. Okay, so a nobody. Easy on the eyes. Then, with mild hesitation, Todoh. Billy /openly stares./ Then bursts out laughing, doubling over a moment before stifling it with a fist. "Oh... Oh, you've got to be kidding." Shaking his head almost disbelieving, he steps upon the ride and thumps heavily into one of the teacups. Enterprising people might realize the slouching British fighter is unarmed. But he holds out a hand, and his crimson staff is thrown; Who, really? An SNF member or a fan? Likely irrelevant, but he catches it and leans it against his seat. "Alright. I guess I'm ready!" To ride the teacup, apparently.
Todoh, lose touch with reality? No no no. His grip is so firm that it strangles it in the company of witnesses who see its demise before his own brand of perception. No, they choose to ignore all the valuable hours spent in market research and what these rotten little Kyokugen-hugging kids really want to see, all the blood, sweat, and tears of his labor! But one day they will see. Or rather, their kids will, if his latest attempt to appeal to them takes off.
If kids really like seeing someone in a poorly designed suit of themselves literally stumble into one of the teacups, then yes, he must be on the right track after all as a felt-gloved fist rises into the air. Inexplicably it produces a well oversized paper prop fan. One can't accuse the man of not pulling out all the stops as suit fans itself uselessly. How hot is it in there, anyway?
"There are no jokes in the way of Todoh! Only... punchlines." One-liners probably work better when one can see something other than a creepy plastic grinning face of themselves.
When Billy Kane strides by, Marisol blinks, her expression distantly bemused. She knows that guy's face, she does. Where has she seen him before, she wonders. Furrowing her thin red brows, tanned features lightly scrunch in uncertainty...before it dawns on her.
"King of Fighters!" she says aloud. It draws a few weird looks from a group of children near the ride, who stare before they laugh and cheerful run toward the throng of mascots. The half-Spaniard girl could care less, however. She's currently eyeing Todoh and her opponent. This guy is pretty well-known. Which means this probably won't be easy.
She likes those odds.
Soon enough, however, SNF coordinators begin ushering the three fighters toward the teacup ride. Briefly does the redhead look horrified. "Wait wait," she stammers, waving her hands lightly. "We have to fight ON those? N-no one said that. That's not fair! How are we expected to fight seriously!?" And on television, no less. She doesn't want to puke on television!
She's pushes onto the ride, corralled like a cow escorted to the slaughter.
"C-come on!"
The door slams shut, and Marisol sulks near Todoh. And his giant fan.
"This sucks."
COMBATSYS: Billy has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Todoh has joined the fight here.
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Todoh 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Billy
COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Once more, Todoh's antics seems to cause Billy to laugh once more, smacking his free hand into his own teacup for seeming emphasis. "Oh... oh, this is just too cruel! You're a fighter, out making a name for herself, and you get a joker like this?! Tell ya what, you do good by me and next week I'll make sure you get a real shot, girl." It seems something good has come out of the horrible proximity to the nigh-psychotic Ryuhaku. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out something and scribbles on it. "Consider this consolation. Probably worth something." He flicks an autographed photo of himself in Marisol's direction, but it canters wildly and lands between the cups. It has Billy with a thumb's up, and reads ‘Don't smoke!' rather then his actual signature. Immediately after, the teacups start to move. Slowly building up momentum, until they are going at a rather rapid clip. This also signifies the starting of the match itself. Kicking open his teacup, Billy wastes little time. Bracing, he launches off through the intervening distance, and whirls around his weapon. The intent is to smack Todoh right in the face, and hopefully right off the back of his teacup to fall upon the ground in an unruly heap; It's certainly by no means a gentle motion, and hopefully Marisol has the presence of mind to duck the swing!
COMBATSYS: Todoh blocks Billy's Medium Strike.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Billy
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Todoh 0/-------/------=|
"Oh? Where's your sense of fighting spirit, young lady? Hmmm?" And there goes Ryuhaku Todoh, the man she and two of her friends defeated months ago in a handy display of teamwork. "Or shall we say... er... uhh... gah! Should've given you a sidekick name!" All this time, he still fans himself as the teacups start to roll, roll, roll. The mask hides what would have been visible offense at the blatant disregard by Billy! He's so red in the face under there that he nearly forgets his brand spankin' new child-friendly angle test drive!
But, it endures. The suit, that is. Both arms suddenly drop down, the forearms pointing forward. "Now watch as I overcome this... this... ah. Playground bully! Yes. Playground bully! Yeh hah haaaaa-hghth!" The cups go fast enough that he starts to really lose his sense of footing! Both arms raise up on reflex to maintain his balance, catching the short end of the stick (haw haw) with his hands about as much sheer coincidence as it is a perfectly competent blocking stance. But man, that stings even through the suit. Maybe he should've made the material for the arms a little thicker.
"Behold! The fight has just begun, ah... gah! Make your own sidekick name and be done with it!" There's no way for this man to actually put up something of a real fight inside a suit like this, right? Right? Wrong. In a timely manner with a little crouch, the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad mascot suit of Ryuhaku Todoh himself leaps out of one of the teacups with such vigor and enthusism that it shames nearly anybody else who considers themselves good in moving about a heavy, hot suit, arms brought up in midair as the evening skies now bear witness to a new light to delight those who haven't already seen it thousands upon thousands of times already!
Three blocky pieces of yellowish-orangeish chi, each segment slightly wider than the last, start to descend somewhere right before where Billy's teacup would cross as the most spirited of them all here, beyond a shadow of a doubt, continues along his momentum towards the next teacup.
...Maybe.
When Billy laughs, Marisol startles briefly, her gray eyes widening before she glances over toward his designated teacup. Gawking, she listens as he...sympathizes with her? Color her stunned.
But that fades to a look of sheepishness, the oft-boisterous and loud-mouthed boxer embarrassed for once as she begins to sink down in her cup, trying to hide her face. "Y-yeah, well," she replies in a hushed tone, eyes flickering toward the eccentric Todoh-ryuu practitioner before she looks back to the British Bo fighter. When Todoh speaks to HER, however, she looks mildly horrified again before she counters, "I have it, but I'm afraid of purging it on this stupid ride. And what?"
A SIDEKICK name? Just before she can open her mouth and continue, however, there's an autograph sailing in her direction, but falls short of reaching her. "A-aw," she responds, as she begins to get up.
But the cups JERK to life, machinery groaning and straining as god-awful music begins to scream obnoxiously through speakers. When it reaches speed, Marisol looks like she wants to die. But she has to persevere! This is a fight, right! And televised, no less? What if those Guardian King idiots are watching somewhere?
Her resolve bubbles forth, her expression stern. She'll do her best, damn it.
When Billy makes his attack, the redhead ducks almost immediately behind her teacup's edge, avoiding the strike of his segmented staff. Frowning slightly, she peeks up before she narrows her hazy eyes at Todoh. "I don't want a stupid name! My name is Marisol!! Call me MARISOL!"
Frustrated now, the girl leaps out of her teacup, right for Billy. Swinging a fist, she intends to plant a vicious punch in his stomach, before snaring him by the head if she can and headbutting the famous fighter. She'll shove him back afterwards and, in an unorthodox display, swing her foot up for a vertical kick right to his jaw with her sneaker's heel.
"Marisol O'Connell!!" She reminds Todoh.
COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Billy with Chain Reaction.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Billy
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Todoh 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Billy fails to slow Kasane Ate from Todoh with Large Thrown Object.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Billy
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Todoh 0/-------/-----==|
Sadly, Billy is quickly realizing that enjoying a teacup ride and fighting on one are completely different; He's actually had little meaningful training in harsh environments of this kind, and is taking almost all of his time trying to compensate for the whirling ride as opposed to being able to manage any meaningful evasion. Marisol slithering close manages to sock him rather decently in the stomach, letting out an "Oof!" that appears to be more surprise then any outward pain. Disoriented, he's slammed in the face before further getting a solid clip to the jaw, but merely staggers, rubbing his cheek with a free hand while snapping down the other. "C'mon... can't you hit hard?" Wedging his staff dutifully, he suddenly snarls while rearing it around, the moment that Todoh summons up his fiercesome chi. He literally rips the bolts out of his teacup, and swings it around!! But it's far too slow to match the snail's pace of the Kasane Ate... it rakes down his chest, and the arc of his seat misses by a good meter, sailing out and landing with a crash. Billy shakes his head, before pausing and fingering the inner part of his jacket. "...You singed me." is said towards Todoh. With MURDEROUS INTENT.
Todoh's dramatic blind leap of fai-- I mean AWESOMENESS barely makes it into the next teacup as Billy's teacup bolts go far too wide to prove to be any threat to either Todoh's physical health, the integrity of that most terrible suit that not even anybody with a sense of style would have worn two weeks ago on a night where dumb outfits are a social norm in some parts of the world, or even his invincible ego.
Landing in a crouch befitting of one wearing a heavy suit, he whirls around and around and around in the teacup with arms firmly planted on his waistline in the briefest moments. "Yeh hah hah... come now! Come now! What's wrong, huh? Can't take a little..."
And here he goes again, leaping right out of his teacup towards Billy in a by-the-book, altogether simple and almost unremarkable in itself flying jump kick! But, for having spared so little to describe it, what is it that makes such a flying jump kick so notable for all who witness this grand fight between Billy Kane, Marisol O'Connor, and this psychotic old man that just seems to keep coming back for more despite one of the worst track records in all of Saturday Night Fight?
A well-practiced, well-rehearsed catchphrase intended to dwarf that of the competition as the schoolchildren of the future (in his own little world) recite the voice that literally gushes forth from this terrible suit of terribleness. "TODOH MIIIIIGHT!!"
Doesn't that sound familiar?
Can't she hit hard?
That's so cold. So cold, the redheaded half-Spaniard briefly offers an expression of disbelief. Swiftly, however, her tanned features darken slightly, eyes narrowed harshly. "O-of course I can hit hard!" she protests, hands curling into fists as she staggers back. Staggers, because the ride is spinning recklessly, and she's desperately trying to keep herself balanced here.
She watches, however, an eye kept alert, even as Todoh's Kasane-Ate crawls after Billy. Call it dumb luck, but the old man's attack seems stronger than it appears. Or he has sheer dumb luck, and it wouldn't surprise her if it was precisely that. The old man doesn't waste time, however; immediately he seems to spring to action after laughing at Billy, wailing something about his might.
Marisol facepalms lightly, before she shifts her weight. Weaving around Todoh, she intends on piercing Billy's defense and, hopefully, planting her fist into his kidneys! Fortunately for Billy, Marisol is the quiet one here.
For once.
COMBATSYS: Billy blocks Marisol's Medium Punch.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Billy
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Todoh 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: Billy counters Strong Kick from Todoh with Fire Dragon Pursuit Cane.
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Marisol 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Billy
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Todoh 0/-------/=======|
The non-descript kick doesn't even begin to worry Billy, who now has a ruined jacket. He cannot wash out a burn, after all, which has completely ruined his wardrobe. There's a vicious look in his face, the brutality more then capable of stalling lesser men. He twists around his staff, intercepting the kick with ease and brutally shoving Todoh askew, while still in mid air. Cackling, he unhinges his weapon and begins tearing into Todoh's chest and face with detached segments, the connecting chains ringing loudly before he lets the old man fall to the ground like a sack of corn. And as Marisol's fist then shoots inwards, Billy interjects his own open palm, catching it with a loud thud. He grins towards her now, resting his staff on one shoulder before attempting to shove her backwards; Which might be disorienting, given the wildly spinning ride. "You might hit hard for someone your level... but don't forget who you are fighting!" He then gestures to the ride operator. "FASTER!" Which he complies with... kicking it from medium, to high!
That is not a thin suit. The clothes he wears underneath that, they aren't thin either. Ryuhaku Todoh is... well, spirited comes first. Driven, second. Tough... actually, you know what, that's probably sixth on the list behind 'mysterious,' 'rude,' and 'vengeful.'
TODOH MIGHT is halted in mid-air as the weapon tears off a significant portion of the red padding on the costume and even puts a heck of a dent into the mask. No, a hole - a hole just big enough to actually hit Todoh in the jaw underneath. But with the right camera angles nobody would notice the hole, yes.
Todoh hits the ground inside one of the now FASTER teacups, his entire world spinning and spinning and spinning. In fact, that terrible mask does, too! Little kids yell as this mysterious mascot's head turns in ways befitting of the Exorcist rather than any given recent straight-to-DVD cheapquel. Both hands firmly clasp the head to hold it tight, muttering falling under his breath followed by a cough.
"Ooooh, not going to go down quietly, are you?!" Both arms go up again. Yes, again! At this speed! Super-fast! Even Todoh falters to be able to stand straight and tall when the cups are going this fast (but most people aren't supposed to, now are they). "Come, Todoh Gal! For, for... for something I DUNNO MAKE SOMETHING UP WE'RE LIVE HERE!!"
More of that lovably blocky chi forms, once again casting a shining light upon the ride for but the briefest amount of time. Humorously, the moment Todoh ends up summoning it is the moment the whirling of the cup brings his hands right out of its reach. Now the Kasane Ate descends alone, cold and alone, here on this night out in the middle of the happiest place on Earth, and it has nobody to warm it.
Unless Billy swings by into it, in which case it would be the happiest moment of its short existence as a Kasane Ate.
Poor Todoh. That couldn't have felt good. Part of her winces, while the other part of her tries to remain focused, even as that punch of hers is otherwise intercepted by the British Bo fighter. A little disappointed, yes. But not discouraged! At his remark, however, her lips pucker slightly, brows knitting before she scoffs and tosses her head. But before she can bark something in response, well.
The world gets a lot blurrier.
However, thoughts of possibly hurling are cast to the wayside as Todoh yells behind her, calling her something other than her given name - the name she had asked him (NICELY) to call her by! Snapping her head over a shoulder, that single gray eye widens and her teeth bare as she cries, "MY NAME IS MARISOL CALL ME MARISOL NOT TODOH GIRL!!"
Exhaling in obvious frustrating, Marisol shakes her head fiercely before she moves to action again, right for Billy. Swinging her left fist, she seeks to strike his jaw with a downward-aimed hook, before the right swings to hook him. She pauses briefly, however, fists glowing before she twists her body and thrusts both fists at his chest. Should it impact, a burst of dandelion-yellow energy erupts, to blast the man back!
...or at least stagger him. Or mildly inconvenience.
COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Todoh's Kasane Ate.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Billy
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Todoh 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Marisol's El Matador.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Billy
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Whoa. Maybe that was a poor idea. But Billy is a King of Fighter! He can compensate better then these two buffoons!! Well, okay, so far that's only Todoh, but he can be as mean as he wants in his mind. It jazzes him up, baby! Gripping a teacup to balance as the world beyond the ride blurs uselessly, he manages to twist away from both of Marisol's attempted jabs, but then sees the bright color of a Kasante Ate. BAM! He's upon his back and the dissipating energy shoots overhead, scarcely missing him. "Hrrmph. You know, Marisol... you can switch sides if you want. I'll share the victory." Getting back up, his attention focuses right back on the crazy old man. "Hey, Todoh... CATCH!" He suddenly /shoots/ out his staff, and it crosses the intervening distance in a heartbeat, once more breaking apart into three segments; Trying to slam right into the older man with bone-shattering force, before with a cackle he'd yank it back... amidst a sudden gout of napalm-like flame that might entomb the Kasane Ate specialist, even if it would go out only a second later... But then Billy slips and almost falls, realizing he's growing more and more nauseous. But he can't very well ask them to slow it down...
COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Todoh with Blazing Cane Thrust.
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Marisol 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Billy
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"It's too late now! Yeh hah hah! She's on my side no--" Todoh opening his big fat mouth under that big fat suit is a really good way for a masterful fighter like Billy to know where to point his cane even in a dizzying environment like this where one could quickly lose sight of anybody else. That, or by chance - and how many chances have already happened here? - Billy shoots in the right direction and tags the awful mascot suit in the chest. This, alone, isn't so bad. In fact, it shuts Todoh up long enough so that the happy music finally overcomes the sheer /volume/ of Ryuhaku Todoh when he damn well means to talk!
This is more because of that explosion of fire afterwards that gets a satisfying yelp of pain that the blow to the chin didn't get as the Todoh-ryuu Kobujutsu master falls back into the cup he was riding upon, smoke rising steadily from the cup. Is it over? Has the new emerging childrens' hero everywhere (yeah, right) been defeated by the dastardly Billy Kane?!
A charred, burned felt arm dangles over the teacup suddenly. A charred, burned plastic head rises in search of a new set of adjectives to describe itself and to also confirm that, no, Ryuhaku Todoh liiiiiives! "The legend does not die so easily!" He struggles to really match the volume of his earlier showboating. He doesn't even really pull himself up. Instead, he sits back and lay against the teacup in an almost leisurely fashion. Too leisurely.
"Now behold the techniiiiiiiique that- that- that- that... that... ooooh." Too fast even for him?! "That- that you will be very very very very- very- AAAAARRRRGH TAKE IT!" The arms go up again. It's an awkward position to work with, going so fast, knocked so close to defeat. Under that burned mask, his teeth grit. They can't see the blood running down his face, the sweat on his brow, the ever-confident grin in the face of something he should damn well not!
"WHOOOOYEAH!!" That's the vocal accompaniment as the arms go down. No chi forms above. Rather, it comes from below in blue, bladed chi spikes that stab upward throughout the ride. Incidentally, by the time it spreads to where the cup with Billy and Marisol ride, the last, wided spike-screen of chi forms almost directly underneath Billy. Uncanny timing, that.
Or sheer luck?
Marisol will blame her lack of a solid blow on the teacup ride later. This you can be sure of.
Though her strike misses Billy, it does not deter her from anything. In fact, those full lips ease into a smirk, gray depths clearly amused as Todoh's attack sails at him. But lo and behold, the old man's energy is simply dispersed by that long red cane of Billy's. She's stunned, to say the least.
But not as much as when he offers to let her switch sides. He'd share the victory with her?
For a moment, Marisol seems genuinely thoughtful on this. Glancing aside, she turns her eyes onto the old man, wincing as that fearsome flame of Billy's devours the old man in its fury. She's on his side, he sort-of proclaims. Switching sides...doesn't sound like too bad of an idea. But...what would her teammates think? Or those idiots on Guardian Kings?
"Thanks for the offer," she reluctantly states, "But...I think I need to stick to the venue!"
Grinning broadly, the girl charges forward once more, she attempts to grab Billy by his collar after Todoh's attack is otherwise dealt with by the Brit and punch him on the back of the head, to cause him - as result - to fall face first into the floor of the out-of-control teacup ride!
At least it FEELS that way. She'll need to throw up in a bit.
COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Todoh's Cho Kasane Ate EX.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol successfully hits Billy with Medium Throw.
- Power hit! -
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"Tsk tsk. That's gonna give you a lot of bruises. What a shame... I kinda liked you." Billy offers towards Marisol, before realizing he has to deal with a crazed Todoh now opting to launch himself in his direction. Panicking slightly, since he's not sure which direction to go let alone which direction is which, he merely leaps headfirst into an adjacent teacup. The mighty Kasane Ate impacts it, blowing up the teacup and inverting it neatly, crashing upon the ride. But Billy shrugs out of it, unscathed!! "Ha!" is offered, not much caring that it was not quite the most masculine method of evading that manner of chi onslaught. Yet he's vulnerable and dazed, allowing him to get manhandled by the supposed female in this conflict. "Watch the collar!" seems more important then anything as he's heaved off-balanced and punched in the head. He falls to one knee, but that seems to be the extent. "Luckily you didn't rip it..." But now is the time for all good things to end! And he rushes towards Todoh anew, before snapping out his hand. ...to try and slip his fingers through the eyeholes, yank it faaaar back on the stretchy cord, and let go. So it snaps him in the face. He'd laugh thereafter, were it to work. "...Oh, right." And then kick him in the stomach while disoriented, since that's a bit more conducive to actually winning.
COMBATSYS: Todoh fails to counter Light Kick from Billy with Kuzu Otoshi.
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Billy leaps onto the teacup that Ryuhaku Todoh is relaxing in, biding his time, for he knows that in the end that it all plays into his grand plan! None of which have ever strayed or gone wrong in the past, ever, this is in the bag!
"So, we meet again... for the last time!" This is the first time they've ever met, please ignore this. The fingers reach into the eyeholes. The real Todoh underneath widens his eyes at this as they come ever so short of actually poking them before Billy starts to pull the face mask back. His arms raise above his head and... er... well, they can't come close enough to clap above his own head but the gesture is foregone for further dialogue. "I can perfectly see what you're doing! Yes. Your first mistake!" His arms tense, lowering to the point where one is cocked back, the other held forward.
Then Billy lets go. The head snaps back into place, somehow socking Todoh in the face with enough force that he ends up tumbling backwards out of the teacup ride. Actually, no, not out of it. Into it. The ride. On the ground.
"AIYAAA!!" So yells the Todoh as he is knocked around by one of the fast-rotating cups, into another, and another, in varying degrees of pain, exclamations, and of course swearing. Oooh, someone's gonna get fined.
If you wanted some good, ol'-fashioned real world slapstick, one wouldn't have to look any further than this!
"Yeah, well," Shoulders roll in response, a lopsided grin offered, despite the whirling teacup ride practically tossing the trio around. "What doesn't kill me, n'all that. It's just a fight, right?" It's not like she's in this to KILL anyone, or punch peoples' faces off. Some fighters might - Marisol isn't one of them.
"Sorry ‘bout the shirt," she adds, lips tugging into a sheepish smirk afterwards. Fortunately, Todoh is coming to the rescue!! Sort of. Or is he? Marisol isn't too sure anymore - he's just kind of THERE. And loud. But that's digressing. Either way, Marisol looks sort of confused, grabbing onto the edge of a teacup ride to support herself as it whirs about. The only thing that distracts her from trying not to heave up lunch is Todoh soaring past her, rocked about like a pinball in-between the cups.
Sagging her shoulders deeply, the half-Spaniard sighs in defeat. Maybe she should have switched sides after all? This seems utterly hopeless. But is it truly!?
"RAAAAH!" Charging for Billy, the redhead does perhaps one of the most foolish things possible: she prepares herself for a brutal uppercut to his jaw, her movements almost predictable. But will fate be on her side?!
Or will it utterly screw her over?
And will she lose her lunch by next round?
COMBATSYS: Billy counters Uppercut Punch from Marisol with Ifrit Crisis.
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Todoh 0/-------/--=====|
Well it would seem Billy's little display worked better then he anticipated on Todoh. The man is truly his own worst enemy. "Ugh..." Billy finally acquiesces, grasping his stomach with his free hand and resting heavily upon his staff. And as Marisol comes forward, he drops his weapon, which clatters away and falls off the edge of the ride. "No!! Don't hit me, I'm gonna be sick!!" He doubles over as he states this, but then suddenly smirks, and reaches into his jacket. "Psyche!" Smacking aside her fists, his staff ignites abruptly, sheathed with crackling fire. Which he proceeds to utilize to tear into Marisol, slamming into her in a furious combination. Building up into a crescendo, he arcs back the end of his weapon. It summons multiple segments, each still flaming; And he arcs it overhead, slamming into Marisol and causing a catastrophic pillar of fire to billow out. The ride seems to not enjoy this, as it suddenly shifts and sparks start flying. "Uh oh..." muses the operator. ...as it begins to pick up speed, out of control. Faster. Faster. FASTER!! Billy finally crashes into one of the remaining teacups, now genuinely unable to easily stay upright. "God damnit!"
Somewhere in the ping-ponging of an oversized, heavy Todoh suit that will never be seen by the world at large should it be fortunate enough is the ping-ponging of Ryuhaku Todoh, beaten around towards the center of the entire ride by his unfortunate fall. It is now that it goes faster, faster, faster, and faster yet all around him. Billy and Marisol and the teacups are all a complete blur. (The rest of the world kind of is after that last fall, so this is no big whoop.)
Todoh rises again. Shakily, but resolute as he finally gets his footing again. Deep breaths in and out, in and out, even as the head of the suit is almost impossibly crushed, the hole in its chin far more visible to the naked eye. So how does he see out of it? Never you mind. He draws an oversized prop fan out of virtually nowhere to uselessly fan himself, as the breeze won't reach inside the suit. "Yeh hah hah hah haaaaah!! Too much for you now, is it?!"
He doesn't even /hesitate/. He just leaps into one of the supersonic-speed teacups as though it were nothing, as if renewed by a burst of energy, a window of opportunity... yes. Now is the time to take the fight back, even as consciousness starts to slip away! The oversized prop fan suddenly finds itself shut. The teacups are flying (mostly) in the direction against the way Todoh would need to lean to strike. Strike with what?
With one sweeping backhand motion of a poorly-constructed parody of his own beloved fan, that's what! But how long can bravado last against sheer velocity and a clearly superior opponent in these difficult circumstances?!
Feint or no, Marisol seems more than happy to continue trying to swing a mighty fist right into poor Billy's awaiting face. The plan was well-formulated in her head. Really, it was. But all good plans have their Achilles' heel. In this case, it was the redhead underestimating the likes of Billy and his skill. She should have known better!
She'll think about that later, when she's not being bludgeoned and burned alive.
When the fury of Billy's attack subsides, Marisol is sent crashing into the side of a cup. Half-draped over it like a ragdoll, the girl just sags, looking almost pathetic as she lay atop the swiftly churning ride. An incoherent groan slips past her lips, eyes dazed and confused as she looks down. The urge to throw up is on the rise.
But she fights it off. Slowly but surely, Marisol slides herself off the cup's edge, forcing herself to stand up. Just in time, too; Todoh is leaping like a madman at Billy, he swings that fan at the British fighter, but for an instant, it looks like there are two Todohs. "C-crazy old man," she muses.
Then, however disoriented she may be, she stumbles for Billy, attempting to move in after Todoh and drive her palm into him. Should it connect, a burst of yellow will ignite, to send the Southsynd man stumbling away! If she's lucky. WILL SHE BE?!
COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Marisol's Moon Sling.
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Todoh 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Billy interrupts Random Weapon from Todoh with Random Weapon.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Billy
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The thrusting glow-grope of Marisol is shifted aside once more, scarcely missing Billy as he realizes Todoh's plan, a split second before he is going to do it. His groping hand is upon one of the doors allowing entrance to the teacup for those less manic. And it's then he knows what he must to. With a loud roar he tears it free from the housing, now wielding a large piece of heavy ceramic. Like two samurais in the midst of the final duel, the spinning finally interposes them. Fan and door swing, and for a split second the victor is not readily apparent. Billy falls to one knee, a large red welt upon his chest. ...And then his teacup door shatters, sending motes everywhere! Success! "Ha... That all you got old man?!" He's remaining on all fours, though. Standing up is a one-way trip to be flung out of this horrific ring! He's going to MURDER Geese. Making him fight Todoh wasn't bad enough, was it? Is this for kicking his ass in the office?!
Two men meet. One would fall.
...Correction. One of them would be at least a few inches shorter. The awful Todoh costume head becomes so horribly flattened that the scalp of the real Todoh almost tears all the way through the top. For a time, he leans forward, grasping the edge of his present teacup with a prolonged, pained groan. Has the 'heroic' (...this is a loose definition) Ryuhaku Todoh, emerging children's martial arts entertainment star (IN HIS DREAMS) finally fallen to the might of his latest adversary?!
For too many tilts and spins he appears indecisive as to whether or not to let the sensation of pain rule over! All these mishaps! Has one of them finally, fully registered in his head? Will he, at last, be forced to acknowledge that there is something that holds him back from taking the fighting scene back?!
"Not at all!" And he manages an exclamation mark! Willpower burns strong enough for one last ditch as his hands thrust into the sky! But they seem to fumble around the air wildly, forming no more than one single chunky block of that lovable yellowish-orangeish chi that can't decide if it is too 'heavy' to descend on its own as he spins, spins, and spins, thrashing at the air at varying heights and distances.
The chi segments spin about by his influence until, somehow, they form the usual three segments that descend normally - barely even connected into one another, long enough to thrust itself into the spinning cup.
"Now finish him... Todoh Ga--- AACK!" Having leaned too far in forming that last one, he once again falls out of the cup and is bumped out of the ride with another loud yell of pain. "Oooooooooh..."
COMBATSYS: Todoh can no longer fight.
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Marisol 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Billy
Barely audible over the roar of air as the cups spin and the horrible theme park music, two words slip past the half-Spanish girl's lips:
"Holy...shit."
What has her attention? Why, it's Billy ripping the teacup from its foundation and intercepting Todoh's incoming strike. Stumbling back despite her attempts (and otherwise being dodged, no less!) the girl just observes, as the fateful moment comes. And much to Marisol's horror, things do not go as planned for Todoh. This is it! Her SNF career today is over. Done. Todoh, you have betrayed her!
Or has he? His attack comes, and Marisol stands, in awe as he continues to fight, despite the odds against him. And yet, when he seems almost noble, he shows how clumsy he is, sent flying once more. Marisol winces again.
"Really, he'll break a damn hip at this rate," she mutters.
It seems hopeless. But gritting her teeth, Marisol furrows her brows. "ALRIGHT!" she cries, holding onto a teacup while trying to look as utterly serious and determined as possible. "HERE I COME!!"
With that declaration, she flies after Billy, a fist aimed right for his pretty British face!
COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Todoh's Fierce Kasane Ate EX.
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Marisol 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Billy
COMBATSYS: Billy interrupts Hook Punch from Marisol with Hell Drop.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Marisol 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|====---\-------\0 Billy
Well, once more Billy avoids the sea of ecstacy that Todoh is spewing out by merely ducking down low, and ignoring it as the ride continues to spin in a frenetic fashion. When it clears he gets up, shifting his grasp upon the staff while grinning in a sadistic fashion towards Marisol. As Todoh flies off and out of the fight, he muses. "Just you and me at last, huh?" Although her attempt to sock him in the face fails, as he shoots out the end of his staff and hits her in the throat. Given her arms are not long enough, they flail at nothing. He then hefts her upwards, to dangle overhead while he cackles and proceeds to strangle her, twisting his weapon in a grinding fashion before /snapping/ it down to deposit her in a teacup, likely with a rather savage impact.
Once again, Billy introduces Marisol to a delightful world of pain. Struck in the throat by his staff, the girl gags audibly, arms immediately recoiling to grab at her throat and the staff connected to it as she's dangled and ultimately strangled before she's sent crashing into the teacup. Again, Marisol doesn't stir for some time.
Then, slowly but surely, she rises, visibly shaking as she struggles to breathe. "J-just you and me," she manages, wincing as she lifts an arm, to dust debris off her shoulders and chest. "But I'm not going to give up. I SWEAR IT!" Determined as ever, Marisol is!
And with that she rushes in at Billy, a fist clenched tightly, ablaze with chi..!
COMBATSYS: Billy fails to interrupt Cloud Nine from Marisol with Weapon Jab.
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Marisol 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Billy
Charging in after the British man, Marisol pulls no punches. Teeth gritted, she swings a chi-imbued fist right for his face, a savage hook that doesn't end with one. No, she swings two more times before she grabs his collar yet again and brings his face into her forehead for a mean headbutt.
"JUST US NOW!" she bellows, shoving him back as she dips low. Her arm, alight and blazing with energy, swings viciously upwards, meeting his chin with her knuckles, a burst of energy sealing the deal as she solidly lands her attack.
"That stupid cane of yours HURTS!" she adds, looking incredulous afterwards.
"Good... you're tenacious. Maybe you'll end up more then a crazy old man in a costume of himself, getting humiliated on a teacup ride." And as she rushes forward, he's aware that this is the epitome of her craft. The greatest maneuver she knows. Yet he also is aware that it's really not all that dangerous to him, for all of it. It's a bit slow, and too premeditated. But rather then be an ass, he opts to play around. See just what she's made of. And pays for it, a bit. He hefts up his staff and shoots the end towards her face, but misses – catching the full onslaught without any defense. He flies backwards, whirling around on the ride before crashing on the remnants of a broken teacup. But he laughs just slightly, rubbing at his chin with the back of a hand. "...Wow. Expected a little more. Not gonna lie. That's a lot of wasted strength ya got goin' there! Quantity doesn't mean quality!"
Compliments...followed by burns.
Really, Marisol isn't sure how to take this. Standing there, she just watches as he otherwise blows off her attack, eyes wide with disbelief. She pauses only briefly to eye her hands, as if something were wrong with them. Wasted strength?
"Whatever," she responds, tossing a hand dismissively at shoulder level before she scoffs. "It isn't wasted. I'm still forging myself. Sorry I can't be an old man fighter like you." Nevermind he ISN'T old. Bitter? A little. Behind full lips, teeth clench almost painfully. What a jerk!
Regardless, the girl moves again, despite the awful spin of the ride. Focusing her eyes, Marisol moves in, consequences be damned, a fist aimed yet again at Billy's face. If he doesn't have weird, bad British teeth now, maybe he will after the fight?!
COMBATSYS: Billy counters Medium Punch from Marisol with Water Dragon Pursuit Cane.
- Power hit! -
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Marisol 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Billy
One shouldn't misconstrue that Marisol's attack didn't hurt; It knocked him straight off his feet, after all. But he's what many would call a jackass, and that she's tough for her caliber is completely inconsequential to him if it's not enough to actually take him down. Picking himself up from the rubble as best he can, he brushes at his pants and then rests his staff upon a shoulder. "Hey, if you can't take criticism, go back to the small leagues." Whirling around his staff, he catches the fist dead in the middle. And it folds around, breaking into segments once more that he uses to smack into her, two swift and vicious strikes capitalized with a final downwards arc to drop her to her knees. He's beginning to slide towards the edge due to the crazed speed of the wheel, but he's not lost footing yet. "Now sit down!!"
"Maybe you should ask the SNF crew to put you up against people you feel are strong enough for you, if you think I'm not good enough!" the girl cries out over the roar of the wind cutting through the ride. Looking positively upset and angry, she grits her teeth harshly, eyes burning with anger. That wasn't criticism! He's leagues above her - how does he expect her to truly compare?
Still, the girl tries her best, albeit to no avail. Snared again, she's smacked to her knees, dazed and confused for a moment again - even as he slides toward the ride's edge. It's over, and the fight is lost. But she has one last ace up her sleeve.
"I," she begins, her words dark as her features shadow.
Shoulders shake violently, hands coiled into tight fists.
"I hate...TEACUP RIDES!!!"
Furious now, the half-Spaniard suddenly rises to her feet, fist aglow with energy before she slams it fiercely into the center of the ride. Immediately, the ground erupts with a huge gout of yellow chi, chunks of steel and wood flying everywhich direction, causing the ride to horribly screech and scream. Patrons cry out and run around, as the girl causes collateral damage - with Billy dangerously close and possibly in its way!
When the smoke clears, however, Marisol kneels at its center, eyes narrowed as she sags, arms supporting her weight. The fight is over, but at least she got to destroy the stupid ride. She's already feeling better.
COMBATSYS: Marisol can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Marisol's Shoot the Moon.
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"Don't you wanna be as strong as me someday? Makes ya mad doesn't it... seein' how far you have to go... Seeing an attack that breaks your peers not send me flyin'... It's a gift. But you did what I wanted; You impressed me. And like I said, next week I'll make sure you get a shot." Although it seems she's not quite out of the ropes yet; Billy is more then happy to hurl himself backwards, slipping away from the torrent of chi and straight off the busted ride. He lands in a crouch just beyond, getting to watch it as it slowly breaks down and in a final groan and hiss of sparks, comes to a stop. His smoldering picture flutters before his feet, and he picks it up with a frown. "Aww..." Flicking it over his shoulder, he throws the horns to the crowd and audiences; Having one a fairly comfortable victory for once, which is something he hopes to sustain in the near future.
COMBATSYS: Billy has ended the fight here.
...So, where did Todoh go as the fight started to wind down? He is infamous for managing to run off in the confusion. This time, he didn't go far at all. In fact, he barely even went anywhere. He must've flopped over the railing while nobody was looking.
He's not much better off for it. The head of this most horrid costume smashed almost as flat as a pancake as it can be with someone's real head underneath, holes and tears in various places, it is not quite the sight anybody would want to give to the children here! Rather than stand up and mill about, he's resigned, presently, to leaning up against the railing he had to go over to get out.
One such mother and son duo wander by. In spite of injuries, Todoh gives a little child-friendly wave, the motion studied with utmost scientific methods of observation in his own intrusions upon the property days before.
The kid quickly bursts into tears while the mother looks upon disapprovingly and leaves. A fist balls up and shakes angrily. Damn you, Takuma! This is your fault somehow!
Well, at least Billy seems nice when he's not in the middle OF a fight. Blinking once, the girl almost hesitates to punch the ride, but ultimately her burning hatred for teacup rides wins her irrational decision over. As result, the ground erupts, the ride destroyed and people sent scattering. Sort of. Marisol just sulks briefly at the center when the dust settles.
She can't help it, really. She hurts a bit.
Eyes drift, first settling on Todoh, who receives a strange look as he recovers. Then, slowly she turns her attentions back onto Billy. Sagging her shoulders, the redhead exhales in defeat, rising up (carefully) from the ground. "Really?" she wonders aloud, sounding less hurt and more proud of herself as she observes the famous fighter. "And yes, I do. It's why I continue to fight. Offensive remarks aside, it was fun." Marisol even offers her arm, a hand presented and a genuine smile glowing on her face.
"Thanks for the fight, mister Kane. I really hope we meet again someday."
There's a couple seconds looking at the offered hand, then Billy smirks and smacks the back of it lightly. In a way more teasing then anything else. "I'll admit you got a good start. That's all I'm admitting. I'll see if I remember your name from now on." He then turns with his staff still resting upon his shoulder and begins to lazily walk away, free hand resting upon his hip. "...Todoh Girl, I think..." is the last thing he muses before being swallowed by the crowd, but there's more then enough opportunity to yell something derogative at him.
Log created on 20:43:18 11/11/2007 by Marisol, and last modified on 09:58:36 11/18/2007.