Description: Rose vs. Mr. Big; Rose wins, Mr. Big is bald. THRILLING!!!!! (Winner: Rose)
A Saturday Night Fights Main Event in the Howard Arena. There is nothing else in the world like it. The fighters that participate in the SNF events are often sent traveling around the world to thrill and entertain, but here in this arena is the heart of the phenomenon that is a Saturday Night Fight. Sure, fighting in the Southtown Business District doesn't give an opportunity to take a helicopter ride to a remote mountaintop in the Himalayas, or for a grand showdown on the back of the Great Sphinx on the Giza Plateau in Egypt, but there is a certain adrenaline rush that you get from making an entrance into the center of the Howard Arena amid the flashbulbs and pyrotechnics to the sound of thousands of screaming fans. It is here that Mr. Big feels most at home.
Grinning ear to ear as he struts towards the ring dressed in his usual classy clothing and jacket, the fireworks lining his path to the center of the arena reflect in his wrap around shades brilliantly while he waves and gestures to the crowd. Disregarding that whole 'Retirement Home Fight' debacle a while back, this is Mr. Big's first time back in the limelight since the final round of the World Warrior tournament around six long months ago, and by the sound of the crowd's excitement this is a fact that they seem to be well aware of. Jogging the last few feet to the ring, Mr. Big gives his thick black batons a few swipes as he bounces on the balls of his feet lightly before turning 360 degrees and taking in the crowd. It's good to be home.
Rose, as Mr. Big may or may not be aware of, also keeps an apartment in town, which keeps her from providing a flashy entrance. She might have been able to teleport into the ring, but really, why strain herself?
Rose is, however, still a visitor as things go. Living in Southtown for a few months in a rented apartment is not the same as being a home town hero, as these things go. This is why she comes out second. She is not wearing sunglasses as she steps out from the discreetly placed (and well appointed) green room, which means that for a few seconds, she squints. Not very godly of her, is it?
She adjusts her sensible and very tiny Italian purse beneath her arm as she walks straight ahead, stepping down into the ring floor itself with clicks of her heels muffled by the chaos of the crowd. She looks up and smiles, rather politely, at the man; she doesn't speak up, or even send telepathic signals. Perhaps she's been overhyped.
Pumping his fist a few times as he turns his attention from the crowd to the arrival of his opponent, Mr. Big seems to settle in a bit as Rose makes her rather downplayed (compared to his) entrance. "Heh," the crime boss grunts with a smirk playing on his lips as his sunglass covered eyes travel over the classy woman attentively. Taking note of her purse and shoes, the Platinum Player absently calculates the price of her accessories. It's an automatic response to seeing fine Italian clothing, something he is intimately familiar with. The two seem to have something in common at least. Spinning the batons in his hands a few times, Mr. Big smiles and motions to the woman grandly. "Ciao Bella. When ever you're ready, darlin," he says with a chuckle.
Mr. Big hasn't really heard much about Rose up until now. It isn't hard for a man with his connections and information system to learn anything he cares to about anyone that's ever set foot in Southtown, but to tell the truth, the Southtown Syndicate gangster isn't usually all that interested in those mystical types, though now that he's seen the goods, this Rose girl might be worth looking into after all.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big takes no action.
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Mr. Big says, "?????????????????????????????"
COMBATSYS: Rose has joined the fight here.
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Rose 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
"Of course," Rose says, with only a slight dusting of an accent. She smiles as she says it.
She's easily studied. The purse is probably Versace or some similar group and could likely be gotten in New York or Southtown for about a grand, perhaps six hundred if you got lucky. This assumes it's not a knockoff. The dress is a variation on the similar things she wears and considering the difficulties of tailoring and fashion - especially since she probably has about thirty modest variations on the same dress at home - could be running up to several large apiece, or lower if she has some kind of deal or bought them years ago. The bodystocking she's got on underneath the dress is twenty, maximum.
The heels are a different story and could be as much as three hundred, well fitted as they are. They are also easily examined as, while the eyeballing takes place, Rose has stepped forwards and lifted her legs up above her head while cartwheeling, using the twirling cashmere scarf (one-twenty? some damn thing) as a springlike surface to balance herself on. She leads with the left leg, the heel trailing blue-tinted sparks in the air; the right, following shortly after, is sparkling with green. The kicks aren't weak, but the real pain will come from the Soul Power jetting through them, although it may fade into the general background of "hitting with some damn sparkly crap" to the down and dirty Don.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Rose's Strong Kick.
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Rose 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
"Hmm... not much for conversation, are ya?" Big asks with a grin that reveals his perfect pearly white teeth as Rose lifts her leg and begins to cartwheel towards him. "S'okay Bella, I can talk enough for two," he chuckles as he quickly spins aside, Rose's lead leg narrowly missing him as he attempts to maneuver around behind her. "I don't know what you were expecting, girl, but you're stepping into the ring with Mr. Big! You can set the purse and heels aside and we can talk about maybe going out on the town afterward!" The gangster laughs raucously as he attempts to slam the Italian woman in the back with the flat of both of his batons as her attack comes to an end. Sorry Rose, no sparkles here.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Rose with Medium Strike.
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Rose 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
The brutal baton strike hits Rose on either side of the middle back. There is a distinct THUMP as well as a much fainter click as Rose is thrown to the side, skidding along that sparkling scarf and coming to a halt some few feet away. What in, she thinks, but through that bruised feeling - relief?!
She springs up with a sudden brilliant smile. "Ah! I will feel THAT in the morning, but the angle - you are trying to convince me of how benign your intentions, aren't you?" This may well be teasing.
"Now," she says as she steps forwards again, legs scissoring over each other in a surprisingly graceful crab walk, "What would you like to discuss?" She ducks suddenly, the scarf whirling green and turquoise around her arm as she jabs at Big's midsection - perhaps expecting him to block her fist, rather than the glowing light.
COMBATSYS: Rose successfully hits Mr.Big with Medium Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Rose 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Ha. Scarf attacks? Please. Be serious. Moving one of his batons in what seems like an almost lazy attempt to brush aside her punch, the Chrome Dome Don seems genuinely surprised when his weapon glances off the glow that surrounds her scarf and the jab finds it's way home, crashing into his gut and transferring her formidable 'soul power' into his body and sending him stumbling backwards. "Wha..?" Mr. Big muses as he stares down at his chest in wonder. "That..." he trails off as he glances back at Rose. There's something familiar about that weird energy she's packing. Doesn't seem like normal chi. Now has he experienced THAT before?
Rubbing his gut lightly, Mr. Big circles away from Rose as he summons another smirk on his oh so recognizable face, trying to get his focus back on the fight at hand. "...discuss? You ain't from around here, are you sister?" he says with a wolfish grin as his circling slows. "I can see that you're no joke. Hell, they wouldn't be dumb enough to put you in here with Mr. Big if you were." He says with a thump of his chest. "So now that we're done testin the waters how about we give the people a show?" Spinning his batons flashily, Mr. Big quickly strikes that pose popularised by John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever. "Hah!" Mr. Big shouts as he thrusts the baton in his right hand into the air and he begins to fill the ring with some energy of his own, the burning chi of Mr. Big's intense personality!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big gathers his will.
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Rose 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
"I'm from Genoa," Rose says with another smile. "Have you been there? It is so often neglected when Rome calls, even though it's so loud and crowded there!" But then that's what you get when you've lived in one place for like a billion years.
She tosses her hair and folds her arms beneath her breasts, tilting her head forwards and smiling again. Why is she smiling? Maybe it's the clear cut moral delineation here; perhaps she's simply finding Mr. Big's bravado charming. Perhaps, however, she is expecting some kind of secret weapon. "I agree," she says, before her head tilts forwards.
Light shimmers around her. It gathers, forms - is she going to do what Mr. Big has done, right back at him?! No: She's dashing forwards suddenly, leaping up into the air with a merry bound and twisting in the air as if God is giving her a hand up. And her hands slide down, aiming to clap on either side of that glossy dome and send a burst of Soul Power through it while Rose herself is perfectly inverted directly above him.
This is, obviously, a little risky. He's got an arm up there and everything.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big fails to interrupt Soul Fade from Rose with California Romance.
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Rose 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
"Have I been there? Hah! I have a beach house in Rapallo!" Mr. Big says with a grin even as Rose leaps towards him. His shaded eyes following her descent, the Diamond Don can't help but envision knocking the woman out of the air with a well-timed California Romance uppercut. His legs tensing as he attempts to time a counter attack perfectly, the Pimp Cane Padrino waits until the last possible moment to strike! ..."Grryah!" the Southtown Syndicate lieutenant growls with pain as the strange energy threatens to scramble his shiny bald egg. This is your brain on Soul Power. Any questions?
Stumbling backwards a few steps yet again, the Platinum Player teeters, but doesn't fall down just yet. "Nhh..." he growls softly as he adjusts the ascot around his neck with a sneer on his lips. Those sparkles are starting to get on his nerves.
COMBATSYS: Rose has saved the state of this fight.
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Rose 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
Rose knows that Mr. Big is a tough customer; she's had to see Kyo Kusanagi in action and anyone who can hold up against him without breaking fast is not to be taken lightly, even if he isn't any sort of a psychic master. After she dismounts, she whirls on one heel and follows up her momentary advantage.
This time she isn't touching him directly with her soft, well manicured hands; the scarf whirls around again, the light making the yellow-dyed fabric seem blue. The whirling forms itself into something stable, drill-shaped and broad and billowing, before she slides across the stone floor. It's surprisingly soundless!
If extremely bright. The scarf, as on previous encounters, is full of stinging psychic energy, and she's actually got her fist in there somewhere, as if the psychic power wasn't bad enough.
COMBATSYS: Rose successfully hits Mr.Big with Soul Spiral.
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Rose 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
Mr. Big hardly has time to collect his thoughts before Rose is on him again, drilling at him with that scarf of hers. What's all of this twirling scarf and sparkles and glowy lights stuff about?! Is this a fight or a Stevie Nicks concert? His mouth dropping agape as the scarf crashes into his, the Chrome Dome Don grunts loudly as he's finally knocked off of his feet and sent sliding backwards on his back. See?! Mr. Big was all confused by that distracting sparkle stuff! That's pretty much cheating, right?
Pushing himself up onto one elbow, the Diamond Don gives that dome of his a shake to try and knock the cobwebs loose before standing. There's no telling what's going through the crime boss's mind though, as his mouth is closed for what seems like the first time this fight. The way that he's staring at the Italian woman suggests that he's not very happy.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big focuses on his next action.
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Rose 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
It's not cheating if ninjas can do it, although Rose, it seems, is no ninja. After going past the glittering man, she slides back on her heels, twisting to keep herself facing him. He's a good person to keep out of your rear, after all.
She smiles slightly. "You're unhappy about the scarf?" she says as she raises it with a flourish. "It's really a prop, but I'm fond of it. I hope it isn't stinging too badly. It fades rather quickly, faster if I push it out."
She doesn't proceed to do anything to take the stinging away, although she doesn't dash in to strike again, instead standing with one leg in front of the other and with a slight tension in her overall posture. She's watching right back, even if /she's/ not as unhappy. Not yet!
COMBATSYS: Rose focuses on her next action.
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Rose 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
"Ah, a prop. I was wonderin why you were wearing such a cheap scarf," Mr. Big replies with a slight smirk. "And yeah, it stings a little. But sparkles and light ain't gunna shatter bone." Swiping his batons a couple of times, Mr. Big mouth blooms into a smirk as he begins to trot up to Rose. "Here, let me show you!" he shouts as he begins to mill the baton in his right hand in tight figure-eights as he rushes in on Rose, if he can run her down she'll be greeted with multiple bone-crunching strikes to her head and chest.
COMBATSYS: Rose blocks Mr.Big's Crazy Drum Dram.
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Rose 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Mr.Big
Rose's lips pucker. Cheap? she thinks. At THAT price - oh, but he's attacking!
She falls back under the onslaught; however, blocking with that scarf, even as it billows glowily outwards, doesn't do much to spare her from injury beyond moving it to 'the arm' rather than 'the head and chest'. Still, that's what extremities are for. After the third brutal figure-eighting strike, she just vanishes from sight.
At least immediate sight. She reappears a whopping five feet away, but that was enough to get her out of instant beat down range. "But fights are not always won by the breaking of bone or flesh," she says, before she shifts the scarf to her other hand and twists it around, a streak of light forming near her shoulder and accelerating down along the cloth, turning into a sparkling, flickering oblate spheroid by the time it hits the hem - and streaks towards Big!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big endures Rose's Soul Spark.
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Rose 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Mr.Big
"Psh. Winning? Who cares about winning?" Mr. Big replies as his mouth pulls into a wolfish grin revealing bright white canine-like eye teeth. "Breaking bones is its own reward!" the Sterling Sadist (Yes, no? Maybe?) informs the woman as he redoubles his efforts and charges in towards Rose, paying the sphere of strange energy no heed as he starts to move both of his batons in a larger figure-eight, with even more speed and crushing power.
Gritting his teeth as the sparkling orb crashes into him, a small bead of sweat runs down his beautiful bald head and collects on the top of his shades, but he doesn't show any promise of stopping yet. His batons blurring with velocity as he closes in, Mr. Big attempts to turn Rose's bones to mush with as much brutal force as he can muster. If he's able to connect, the Diamond Don will slow after about 7 or 8 hits then let loose with three brutal double baton slaps to Rose's upper body as a grand finale.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Rose with Drum Shot Typhoon.
Glancing Blow
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Rose 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
The brutal beating batters Rose with the first slamming stroke, making her cry out; there's a faint flash of whatever that crap is, which presumably is reinforcing her frail and squashy (and SO squashy!) physique. She's shoved back, actually leaving the ground during the combination and yielding ground, eyes watering at the raw force. Then, as Mr. Big's pattern has a brief, almost unnotable break, just long enough for the back beat -
"Just a moment," she says, before throwing herself /back/ at Mr. Big - can he break off in time?! If not he's going to be body checked with surprising force, blue 'flame' glowing around Rose (and perhaps HIM AS WELL?) before he is abruptly hurled back towards the middle of the ring!
COMBATSYS: Rose successfully hits Mr.Big with Aura Soul Throw.
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Rose 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
Huh? Just a moment? Bruised and exhausted, Mr. Big's attention is diverted for just a split second, which is more than enough time for Rose to body check him and hurl him into the middle of the ring. "Nnn..." Mr. Big groans as he pushes himself up onto a elbow once more. "Ah screw it..." he mutters, tossing his batons aside and collapsing back onto the ground in a supine position. Because of his dark sunglasses it's not clear, as he lay in the middle of the ring motionless, whether Mr. Big is staring at the ceiling or knocked out, or even just sleeping. But one thing is certain; he isn't getting up for a while.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big takes no action.
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Rose 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big can no longer fight.
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Rose 0/-------/-------|
Rose straightens up, breathing heavily for a few moments as she watches - but he's not getting up.
Rose steps closer. She considers. She could offer him a hand up, she reasons, and she could perhaps make him take it - shame him in front of the audience. But she has heard of the man's reputation, and whatever she may think of his profession, it is impolite, to say nothing of unprofessional, to cause harm for no reason.
"An excellent fight," she says with a slight nod of the head. "Thank you." And then she walks past, back towards the steps up to the path into the dressing room. The dressing room - and sherry!
Log created on 22:14:47 01/14/2008 by Rose, and last modified on 22:49:46 01/18/2008.