Description: M. Bison vs. Shihon and Birdie! Two South Sydnicate members duke it out with one back mutha-shut yo mouth! I'm only talkin' bout M. Bison. We dig! In a toy store. Yes, Toys "R" Us to be exact. Between the three of them, the place is probably going to need another publicity stunt! Probably not one with people beating the snot out of each other. Like free Pokemon or something. (Winners: Birdie/Shihong)
Apparently, Howard Enterprises has a really twisted sense of humor.
Of all the places in New York City for Shihong Mao to indulge in a bit of face-kicking and good old-fashioned violence, it wound up being the LEAST likely place. Toys "R" Us, in Times Square.
Toys "R" Us, where a KID can be a KID. Note the emphasis here.
Standing outside of the massive toy store, the Chinese woman appears a little upset. Chatting vehemently on a cellular phone pressed against her ear, the woman waves her free arm about, animatedly conversing with whatever unfortunate soul is on the other end of the line.
"How am I supposed to be taken seriously when I'm seen like this in public!?" the woman exclaims, drawing a few weird looks from a mother and her four children as they shuffle through the electronic doors of the toy store. Shihong seems oblivious to their presence.
"Isn't this precisely the sort of thing that irritates the general public? Wah wah violence wah wah our children are becoming corrupted and desensitized boo hoo little Timmy saw a boob on teevee!"
A father scoffs at the Asian woman, his expression disgusted. The little boy at his side giggles loudly at the mention of 'boob.' Regardless, Shihong carries on her heated conversation, clearly ignorant of the looks she's already beginning to receive from numerous people flocking to the toy store to witness the fight--and likely hope to find a bargain or three because of it.
"Oh well," the woman in black ultimately decides, letting a heavy sigh escape past her thin red lips. "At least I get to beat the hell out of people and get PAID doing it, right?"
A older woman with a pair of twin girls with curly blonde pigtails suddenly barks at the Chinese woman.
"Lady!! I'll have you know that sort of talk is very uncouth for a woman! You should be setting an example for my children! Don't teach our children horrible things!! Why I ought--"
"I don't have time for your shit!" Shihong interjects, snapping her phone shut. It causes the kids to laugh loudly and repeat the word. Over and over and over.
Meanwhile, Shihong leaves the scene behind, entering Toys "R" Us with a frown and hooded black eyes. The designated fight area is her destination, the center of the store otherwise sectioned off for the three fighters to fight unimpeded. Once there, the woman in black simply sheds her trenchcoat and lifts her arms, stretching quietly and otherwise sulking.
Why her..?
Toys R' Us. Bison used to stare at the place on the few trips he had to the 'big city'... and when he was a kid there was nothin' he wanted more than to go frolic in the store just like all the normal kids. Bison wasn't -ever- a normal kid, though...
... and he's got other toys to play with, now that he's older. Cute toys like cars, and guns, and... ahem, well. The scene out front isn't getting any calmer, really; people start taking pictures when the long, low limousine pulls up, a lovely, polished black color. The door opens, and...
Well, ain't Bison steppin' out. It's a pair of long, long legs, and then a body sheathed in a red sequined minidress--a truly beautiful woman, well-made-up. And then another; twins, looks like.
They flank the door... and then Bison gets out, basically dressed in casual clothing--white short-sleeved teeshirt, black jeans and heavy boots. But his hands and wrists are tightly wrapped in white sports tape, too--clearly, he's here to fight.
"Heh," he says, as the girls take his arms, walking him into the store; the doors slide open and Bison looks around for a moment, 'til he spots the SNF officials.
"Aight, babes, you two wait here. I got some punks to mess up," he says, as he walks past the officials, giving Shihong a glance... a contemptuous one, even--as he grabs his shirt and pulls it off over his head, tossing it to the floor.
"Aight, let's get this show on the road!"
Unlike Shihong, Birdie didn't use the front entrance. He's too big for the front enterance. So instead, Birdie decided to go the other way. Yes, that's right. Birdie went through the back exit.
There's a back exit in Toys "R" Us? Well, there is now. It's where you take your bikes to get put together, and as Birdie shows up, he shows up in style. Three bikes are with him. Two mountain bikes over his arms, but he coup de grace is when he rides in on the small pink tricycle with a unicorn on the side and streamers with a basket.
He pedals furiously, the large man making snail progress through the store, moving about corners and into and out of different sections. As he goes, he throws things in the basket. Stuffed animals, board games, candy, consoles. Everything he can think off.
He even brought a nerf gun for some reason - the nerf Bazooka, guarenteed to put an eye out.
Showing up in the middle ring with Shihon, Birdie sends a nod towards his teammate and Sydnicate ally.
He then looks at M. Bison. My, isn't this silly. Birdie himself? He's dressed in his rags still. And on a pink tryke he gets off once there. "Yeah. Why the hell not bloke." Somewhere, somehow, Birdie can't but help think that Bison overcompensates, thinks the man riding a pink tryke.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Birdie has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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It doesn't take long before the fighters begin to gather--much to the delight of Shihong. The less time she has to spend showing off in a children's store, the better for her, she figures. And so, with a bit of warming up, the leggy Asian woman readies herself for the inevitable fisticuffs, only occasionally interrupted by a SNF official or two finishing the last-minute arrangements and details. Minor but necessary stuff, of course.
When Bison arrives, however, the woman stops in the midst of her warming up to giving him a glance. He's big, he's black and he sure looks pretty goddamned intimidating. He's twice her size, and his muscle mass in a single arm is probably larger than her waistline. The woman just openly stares a bit before she turns her gaze elsewhere.
Part of her distantly hopes she doesn't leave this fight on a stretcher.
But then--Birdie. Arriving on a tryke, the equally-imposing (and black) man arrives, drawing a cheer from a few little girls who point furiously at the tricycle, begging their parents for one. And the things IN the basket. But, as he arrives, the Asian woman has to wonder: did she miss a memo? Was it a shopping spree?
The woman frowns softly, before she nods to the imposing British man.
"Ahh, I suppose," the woman ultimately replies to the Boxer, stretching her arms behind her head before she simply grins, a tiny and coy little number. "I'm honestly in no hurry, though."
Lies. Dirty, filthy lies.
COMBATSYS: Shihong takes no action.
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Once Birdie stops, he notices all the boy and little girls looking up at the differen assorted goods in his hands, calling and crying to their parents for some. So Birdie has to show them all how you actually use them. He's sure as hell going to. "Alright, blokes." Birdie states as he gets up, time to show you how to use these things.
Putting down a single bike and titling the tryke towards the side, all the assorted goods that he'd predetermined to use as a weapon lay calmly on their side. His first weapon... is one of the mountain bikes. Placing it down on the ground, Birdie gets on.
And then begins to pedal. Pedal faster and faster towards the other black man. And he's not even trying to ram into him. No, that's be down right stupid of Birdie. So what the hell does he do?
He puts out an arm, attempting to deliver a hay maker as his first move. "C'mon and bloody show us what you're good for!" Birdie states. Is this guy like the american version of him?
If so, at least he has the hair style.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Birdie's Medium Punch.
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The sight of Birdie riding in on a pink tricycle is enough to make Bison bust out laughing, which he does... though his laughter isn't particularly nice or heartwarming. Actually, it sounds distinctively derisive, to be honest. "UWA HA HA HA HA! What the HELL man!!" he shouts, after a moment of staring at the mohawk'ed Britpunk.
A shake of the head. "You gotta get some better clothes man, maybe your girlfriend there'll hook ya up." Some of the crowd appreciate a boor like Bison, god knows why, and those two women he came in with are at least acting like they do too... the boxer shakes his head.
"They said they want us to demonstrate some of the toys in here, or somethin' like like that. That's fucked-up silly," he says, almost conversationally. "Tonight, -you two- are my playthings," he adds, and while he still sounds conversational, there's an ugly undertone of menace in his voice.
"So you two better be GOOD playthings or I'm gon' have to get new ones after you two BREAK."
And Birdie obliges by coming at Bison with a haymaker. It's hard to say if the boxer is surprised; the strike cracks across his face, seeming to turn his body... but really it's the opener to a hook punch aimed for Birdie's temple. See, this man don't play around.
Clearly this is meant to be a meat fight.
Clearly Shihong is the odd-(wo)man out here.
There's a bit of uncertainty haunting the pale woman's face as the burly Birdie mounts an entirely different steed and pedals right for Bison. Tilting her head, she simply watches as he bikes for the large black man and hay makers the bad-mouthed Boxer. He kind of deserves whatever the heck he gets, she surmises.
Shihong is most certainly NOT Birdie's girlfriend. They're coworkers! Associates! Teammates here!
Scoffing softly, Shihong folds her arms under her bosom and turns her head to one side, as Bison swings a particularly nasty fist in kind at the bulky British man. Curious, however, she observes from the corner of her eye, a flicker of muted red in black depths as she observes Bison. No sense in rushing carelessly into things.
ESPECIALLY if she doesn't want to leave on a stretcher. Which is precisely what she wants to avoid.
COMBATSYS: Shihong focuses on her next action.
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COMBATSYS: Birdie Toughs Out M.Bison's Hook Punch!
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Bidie is a thinker. A man of ideals. The british version of M.Bison, and all around ass. As the Boxer throws himself at Birdie after hooting it up, throwing a punch right for the man's temple.
You don't mess with Birdie's hair. The blows strikes both the temple and the hair, but even as Birdie is kicked back by the blow, the man just grins, the imprint on his face leaving a nasty bruise. "Not too bad." Birdie states, still close to M. Bison. And it looks, by the looks of it, Birdie's not intending to get any farther.
Raising his massive arms up to towards the boxer's shoulders, Birdie attempts to keep the man from getting out of what's going to happen next. If it will. "Look, bloke, she's not my girl." Birdie states, "And second, not just act tough. BE TOUGH!" Birdie calls.
And with that, Birdie throws his head forward, even with the punch clearly marking his templ, attempting to shut of M. Bison's lights for a moment. And that's all he will need.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Birdie's Bull Revenger.
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Even as the headbutts come, Birdie's unable to really get a grip. The boxer dodges them all, leaving Birdie to haphazardly throw on the chain around the mans neck. It doesn't even stay on too long as Birdie pulls tightly. Bison might find himself flung a great deal away, but without very much on him.
Birdie's a power house, but he's got to have time to acomplish it. Something Bison isn't giving him.
Bison shakes his head. There are a lot of 'tough' guys in the world. Bison should know, as he is the classic example of one. And Bison's big... but he's not totally slow, as he demonstrates while defending Birdie's rather scary little combination there. He grunts as he finally ducks and slips the chain, giving him just enough give to control his landing as he cuts a small arc through the air...
... and lands next to Shihong.
"Surprise, doll!" he crows, as he shifts, turning towards her. Maybe she's expecting it, maybe not, but eitherwise, Bison's in her face, the big boxer grinning. Some guys are ambivalent about hitting girls... unfortunately for Shihong, Bison has no such compunctions. That said, his big, meaty, tape-wrapped fist suddenly shoots out for Shihong's stomach, a nasty-quick body blow meant to destabilize the digestion.
COMBATSYS: Shihong blocks M.Bison's Medium Punch.
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And here Shihong Mao was, minding her own business, when suddenly--
Bison is standing right next to her. Wasn't he punching Birdie?
"Uhh, H-hi?" the woman offers in response, watching closely--and very carefully--as the large boxer is suddenly he's in her face and swinging a fist right for her tender midsection. Fortunately she's not as slow as most would likely presume of up-and-coming fighters relatively new to the circuit.
In a moment of clarity the woman twists her body and thrusts her hands forward, attempting to intercept the incoming fist. Tender palms cushion the real majority of Bison's brutal attack; however, the raw force and power hidden behind sends a vibration up her arms, a painful sting echoing through muscle to the very bone. Hands slip, the fist deflected to the side, grazing her midriff and causing her to wince lightly.
"F-fuck," the Chinese woman spits.
"Okay, my turn," she adds, eyes flashing as she levels them on Bison's. A tiny grin crosses her lips.
Then she moves, dipping low. Planting her palms flat on the floor of the toy store, Shihong shoots both heels forward, right for Bison. They ignite with furious red psychic energy, as she swings one leg up, intent on clipping the man's face, chest; whatever, followed by a second foot as she rises in a handstand before she lowers her legs, to stand upright fully once more thereafter.
Birdie just watches as Bison goes right after the otherguy. Er, girl. Fighter, yeah. Fighting. Birdie just cracks his neck as he gets up and chases post haste. With the chain already unravelled, he goes to wind it back up again. As he does, he's too slow to help Shihong. Hopefuly the gal can take care of herself.
Wow, well, okay. Maybe she can, but maybe Birdie can always grow wings. Bison's a beast, and the only way they're going to take the other man down is if they work together. Somewhat.
"I dunno bloke. I can't fit into anything else. I tried some other suits while I wrestled and all the shit just got in the bloody way." Bidie states as he hurls back, the chain attaching to the trike, and pulling it forward. He does't stop there though. Birdie attemps to snag it about the bottom of Bison's legs and constrict upon them.
If he does, well, he's going to quite literally take out the mans legs with a pull, and send him flying into a a pile of assorted toys.
But if he's unable? Well, Bison found a way around this then.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Birdie's Bandit Chain.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Coiled Serpent from Shihong with Turn Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Sheee-eeeit. Two on one. "Gee, girls," Bison taunts, "Usually I gotta pay for this kinda action!" People still think he's stupid. Well... maybe he is, or maybe he isn't. It's hard to say. certainly he gets tossed on his head enough to merit such comments, and he's about to get head-toppled again... Birdie's chain wraps around his ankles and Bison just grunts, feeling his legs start to go.
But he's still got a moment, and he uses it to just slam a punch right into Shihong, even as she kicks out. The problem for her? She's turned around. And she's kicking upwards. That really leaves only one sort of target for Bison to hit.
That's right folks. On international televised broadcast, in the middle of a Toys 'R Us... Shihong just took a massive butt-punch.
Okay, so. That didn't work out too well.
In the midst of trying to correct herself mid-handstand, a fist comes crashing into her backside. Hard. Very hard. So hard that she's sent flying forward from the force, her body crashing front-first into the nearest metal rack of children's toys. Crashing fiercely against it, the entire thing wobbles dramatically but fortunately does not fall back.
The product ON the rack in Shihong's general vicinity, however, spills forward. In an instant Shihong's momentarily still form is covered in a bunch of stuffed bears and other animals.
Slowly but surely, however, the Chinese woman peels herself off the ground with an unpleasant grunt. "That is NO fuckin' way to treat a goddamned lady," the woman practically hisses, eyes again flashing red as she stares at the Boxer. No matter. She'll get hers. And how..?
Running forward, Shihong suddenly leaps into action halfway at Bison. Her feet suddenly ignite again, energy blazing as she leaps through the air, delivering not one by two aerial cartwheels at him before she pauses briefly in a crouch before him. A beat later, however, the woman springs up and back, her energy-coated heels attempting to drive a fierce energy attack into his ribs, a burst of psychic energy meant to launch Bison high into the air...or as high as that much muscle can actually FLY.
Birdie lets the hook out of the fish. This fish, in this case, is M. Bison. And the hook is the chain. Of corse, while hooked, the fish thrashed his companion something brutal. So Birdie's come up with a ground plan.
Grabbing the tryke once more, Birdie places it down. Sitting down quite quickly, Birdie adjusts the basket to fit he nerf Bazooka in. Once there, he piles in a large Barbie house. Pedaling like he shouldn't ever, the man begins to slowly head towards Bison. He can see Birdie coming a mile away. Toys in the tryke and everything. He barely keeps balance as he gets upwards of five miles per hour before coming to an abrupt stop as the Nerf Bazooka fires off, Birdie using it to propel himself as he leaps above Bison with the doll house.
And aims to relocate it right on the mans shoulders. Ken might come home to find a DIFFERENT man in Barbie's house.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison dodges Birdie's Random Weapon.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong successfully hits M.Bison with Vermillion Sparrow.
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Actually there's like fifteen guys that Barbie's dating, but Ken... well, he's a Ken doll, he's got no weewee. Bison shakes his head, performing a quick and artful boxer's lunge forward. Birdie can fly overhead and then -he'll- be the one in Barbie's house... and that just leaves... Shihong. Bison turns and smirks. How much can a slip of a woman like that hurt, even with that crazy energy that feels very much like his bosses's? Well... the answer is... quite a bit.
Bison's suddenly airborne, and when he comes down... well, more games and toys fly off the shelves. And onto the spectators, who scream, particularly when a Power Wheels box comes tumbling down and KOs some poor Jewish guy with a bratty kid whining. And then the big man gets up... and his eyes are dark and focused. "Kid," he says, as he cracks his knuckles, "You got -real- ugly."
So saying, he is suddenly driving forward at Shihong, aiming to just bury his fist into her face in a single straight-out lunging punch. Subtle? No, but this is Bison. He named himself after a goddamn three-ton walking slab of meat. If there's anything subtle about that, please send a postcard with it to bison, c/o Vega, 1 Shadaloo Way, Bangkok, Thailand.
COMBATSYS: Shihong blocks M.Bison's Dash Straight.
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Not again. NOT AGAIN.
Briefly, Shihong almost SWEARS she sees her life flashing before her eyes, as Bison recovers by otherwise avoiding the incoming doll house from Birdie. The woman's features twist slightly, eyes narrowed as thin black brows descend her features. "Hmph," she murmurs softly.
At least until he's suddenly BARRELING right for her. Only then does she twist her body and swing a fist up, attempting to intercept the incoming fist with her forearm. And it works! Sort of- -the fist is otherwise deflected, another awful vibration rocking her bones as the fist swings past her and knuckles graze her pale cheek. Almost instantly her porcelain-like features swell, a hint of red blossoming over her face.
"Oh you ass," she hisses. ..before she attempts to reach up and grab that arm of Bison's, nails digging for flesh. And should she do precisely that, Shihong will dig her heels into his meaty body, running up his chest and hovering high overhead while holding his arm. Only then will she suddenly and sharply wrench his arm and drive her feet down, a burst of that Psychic energy erupting as she attempts to drive Bison into the floor of Toys "R" Us, coupled with a second burst.
"HIYAAH! You better not be calling me ugly!!"
Birdie just watches as Bison just get out of the way. Right out of the way. Hell, Birdie's fine with that. But he leaves Shihong completely damned open. Now that wasn't his intention at all, but Bison jumps directly on it.
The women seems to take it, but how much more he just ain't sure. Probably almost nothing, and that's when Birdie's just going ahead and doing what he knows best. But, well, he'd actually have to get the Barbie house off of his head first.
As he struggles to get to his feet, Birdie turns and knocks over an entire set of candy on the floor. So much that as Birdie begins to run, he doesn't even see it. Instead, he struggles, he trips, and he throws himself orward towards Bison's back as he drives himsef into Shihon.
Birdie, in turn, face falls forward riht towards Bison.
Except out of the top of the Barbie house when he strikes? It ain't gonna be Barbie.
It's gonna be his horn. Stabbing Bison. In the back. From his head. YEAH.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison dodges Birdie's Bull Horn Final.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Shihong's Savage Tiger.
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Here comes Birdie again. Bison can hear him stomping across the floor of the Toys 'R Us! And if he couldn't, the crowd would clue him in. Man, he could use a break right now... or some whiskey.. or something. But first he's gotta deal with Shihong. She gets that grip on his arm, she gets to do that neat hovering thing--but the impacts and energy are taken on the other forearm. Bison grunts, tossing his gripped arm, forcing her to break hold...
And he walks off to his 'corner'. Well, one uses the word 'walk' but it's a wary pacing that keeps his guard up. Hell. He hates doin' it but these two are pretty tough, not that he'd ever admit it, and he needs to get some breath back. He's sure they'll try to seal the deal here, and he's got to do his best to make them pay for it.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gains composure.
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Her hold broken, Shihong is 'flung' aside, her waif figure sailing through the air before, suddenly, she rotates in the air and catches her heels against shelving. Instantly long, spidery fingers snap down, catching the ledge of the metal shelving to prevent the leggy Chinese woman from teetering off and hitting the ground below. That's when she shoots her legs outwards, swinging them up before she sets them flat on the shelving proper.
Yes, she's perched on high like a bird.
But. ..Bison isn't attacking? Very well; exhaling softly, the woman takes a moment to rub at her wounded cheek, a hand then clutching her sore stomach. Despite her best attempts to shrug off his attacks and shield herself, that shit still hurts.
Then, and only then, those black eyes turn onto Birdie...
COMBATSYS: Shihong gains composure.
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Birdie continues to charge forward, running forward and actually colliding into a make shift wall that Toys "R" Us set up for THIS OCCASION. Well, Birdie rams right into it. Throwing himself forward as the wall breaks the doll house on his head, his hair cleaving through. Unhurt for the most part, Birdie turns towards Bison.
He's... taking a breather? Oh hell no. The brute himself is breahing hard, but he ain't damn letting him do that.
"Oh what the bloody hell do you think you're doing." Birdie states, almost coughing from exhausion. "That's it buddy. I'm gonna get you this time." And so Birdie tries, grabbing ahold of the licorishe whips as he takes it right towards M.Bison's neck, attempting to wrap him up in the flavory goodness, and actually ensnare him and toss him onto a bunch of pillows. FOR BABIES.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits M.Bison with Quick Throw.
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Huh. Caught this time. Bison gets tossed, which... well, it's irritating, but not -too- much so... the boxer lands on the pillows, which is more embarrassing than anything. "What a whiny little bitch," he snorts, as he gets to his feet.
"Listen, Mohawk, I'll get to you in a moment. I gotta break the girl first." Bison? Psychotic? Sociopathic? Him? NAW. So despite Birdie's toss... the big, black boxer turns away, and just sprints for Shihong. Actually, it looks kind of like a samurai film run; his right hand is cocked back, and when he reaches Shihong's position...
... well, it's an uppercut. A HELLA uppercut, that rips from right around Bison's knee forward and then nearly straight up for Shihong's jaw. A virtual guarantee of broken bones if it hits.
COMBATSYS: Shihong blocks M.Bison's Uppercut Punch.
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Watching from her perch high above, Shihong idly ponders as she observes Birdie snaring Bison with the least likely of snares and ultimately sending him into a pile of pillows. Huh. Who would have thought licorice would makes suitable garrote? Lifting a finger, the woman absently rubs a finger against her cheek, pondering the logistics of this. How did it not BREAK?
But when Bison gets up and mentions breaking her, a noticeable frown and soft scowl crosses her lips. "That's a little unfair," she states, descending the perch as she otherwise returns to the fray. That's when Bison moves for her again, a mighty and obviously PAINFUL uppercut with her name on it. Almost instantly her arms lift, both shielding her face and cushioning a brutal punch.
Again, arms vibrate with the force of his blow, causing her arms to instantly drop as she shakes them, offering a soft 'ow ow ow!' in response. "I'll break you before you break me!" she calls out, before she twists and coils a fist at her side. A moment after she turns and drives for Bison, her palm's heel aimed for his stomach, palm glowing with energy as she attempts to drive a burst of vermillion-red energy straight into his meaty gut.
Birdie listens to M. Bison. He's talking alot. But is he making any sense? Well, yeah actually. "Hahahhaa. Bloke will you just fight me already? This is sad as hell that you haven't taken her down yet. Hell, maybe you're just unlucky but I'm not gonna stop anyways!" Birdie calls as he follows Bison's move.
Which means that he's seeing Shihong get uppercutted. Wow. That's not looking good on her part. Well damn. Birdie's gotta help her out. If only a little bit.
So, without a damn care in the world, Birdie actually grabs some 'bronze' knuckles before punching out towards M. Bison's head, a relatively quick manuever. But why so fast?
So he can bite the knuckles in half. They're actually peppermint.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Birdie's Jab Punch.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Swallow's Wings from Shihong with Buffalo Head.
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Bison throws an arm up, negligently, to block Birdie's 'knuckle-assisted' punch. This guy... man, he's a flake. That weak punch didn't even hurt! Unfortunately... Shihong's palm-strike does. Bison turns and roars, lunging at Shihong, intent on smashing his forehead into her face even as she attacks... but her arm proves to be just long enough to let Bison not close the distance.
Instead he's impacted and he falls back, stumbling a few steps. "Sheeit," he grunts, as he flexes his hands, popping his knuckles again. "You two lucky I ain't been -serious- in this fuckin' eee-vent..." Bluster? Or truth? WHO CAN SAY?!? Bison is pretty clearly on his last legs, though. Boxers just aren't used to fighting two people at once...
Holy SHIT.
Once again, Shihong very nearly sees her life flash before her eyes, as Bison roars like an angry beast and attempts to drive his skull right into her face. Fortunately for her, that burst of energy was well timed and, as result, she's done enough to stave off the angry Boxer-beast. Maybe Birdie's candy-coated punches assisted her in...some way. A suitable distraction? She can hope, anyway.
"Well," the woman begins, breathing heavily for a few breaths. "I don't blame you."
Finally, the woman catches her breath, shoulders sagging softly. A wry grin etches its was smoothly across her thin rouge lips. "We're in a toy store, after all. It's kind of difficult to take anyone seriously." More lies; Shihong has been taking Bison VERY damn seriously. That guy is scary as hell.
"But, no matter." Stepping lightly, the woman prances two steps before she suddenly leaps up and swings her legs outwards, her body rotating as her heels drive for the side of Bison's head. A butterfly kick if ever there was one, she'll follow the motion before she lands aside the man in a deep crouch.
Assuming she doesn't DIE in the process.
"For once the Chick-a-dee's right." Birdie states, "If you're gonna take yourself so damn serious, bloke. Make sure they don't sign you up for a toy store. And if you do? Make sure that you read the damn rules!" Birdie calls, chuckles at himself. "Only jokin' bout the rules, bloke. Ha hah!" Birdie chortles as he feels his punch. Now, Birdie's gotta put some pepper into it.
Throwing himself forward, Birdie doesn't use anything this time. No candy, to pieces or tools about. Nothing. At all. Birdie just throws himself as he seeks with his head, attempting to cut down into Bison's chest with his head spike before lurching in, using his head to throw the man after goring him like a bull.
But don't worry kids, because this is all censored. Birdie's really just using a funny hat with a hand on it to flick Bison's nose so hard he goes flying over Birdie!
Or Bison could save them some money by getting out of the way.
Yeah, either way.
COMBATSYS: Birdie successfully hits M.Bison with Bull Spike.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Medium Kick from Shihong with Gigaton Blow.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison can no longer fight.
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Birdie finds success again, ramming into Bison and forcing him forward. The boxer grunts, as he's impacted... he can't deny that, through pure physics, Birdie has smashed into him quite painfully. But you know... he's Bison. He's a bull. And pain just keeps him going... for the next few minutes. He seems to gain momentum from Birdie's smashing attack... which just adds to his retaliation when he is suddenly bursting forward. Really...
It's all like a repeat of minutes earlier in the fight, Bison lunging forward into Shihong's kick, shortening the motion before she gets full extension, and taking the opportunity to drive a crushing blow right into her ribcage. The impact is enormous--possibly enough to throw her from where she is into the far wall. Bison? He stops, after that, breathing hard, really hard. And he turns to walk off.
"F**k this," he says, turning and walking off. If those two girls thought they might get away, his gaze seems to freeze them in their steps, as he walks off. But he stops and turns to look at Birdie. The crowd goes quiet... after all this is a toy store and there are kids present. The parents have their parent-sense go off, perhaps, or it's just instinct, but suddenly all kids' ears are covered as Bison suddenly bellows, "AND F**K YOU TOO YOU FREAK-HAIRED LIMEY RAG!!!" ... yeah, thank god for 7-second delay...
There's her light in the tunnel.
Whatever Birdie has said or done, it matters not. Right now, Shihong is focused on Bison, as she flies for him with a graceful kick. It's quite the opposite of the two fighters here; she exercises grace and elegance while they...are walls of meat that punch things Reel Gud. It's really weird, how she got paired up with these two. But...she has to fight anyway. It's what she gets paid to do.
That's when her thoughts are suddenly anywhere but HERE.
Bison drives his fist into her ribs, and like a rocket she goes flying. Far, in fact. Across the store, right into a distant wall, where a crater forms around her, her body half-lodged into it. For a good, solid couple of minutes the woman doesn't move. She barely breathes, in fact. One would almost assume she's dead. But then..!
A horrible, racking cough escapes her, a gross mass of blood spilling from her lips and right onto the floor. Carefully and shakily, the Asian woman pries herself off the wall, walking a few shakey steps...before she falls face-first onto the toy store floor.
An awkward silence fills the toy store, as children look on, horrified.
Then? Then an awful cacophony of cries, wails and sobs, as children are horribly scarred for life. GOOD JOB BISON. YOU'VE SINGLE-HANDEDLY RUINED THE YOUTH OF OUR NATION BY KILLING AN INNOCENT WOMAN ON TELEVISION.
Fortunately a SNF official runs over and checks her pulse, giving a thumbs up before waving medics over. She's alive! Breathing! She'll be fine in no time! ...hopefully.
So much for not leaving on a stretcher.
COMBATSYS: Shihong takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong can no longer fight.
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Birdie moves back, actualy grabbing some of the gumballs right off the store's display and popping them into his mouth, chewing dozens at once to mish mash into some weird flavor.
"Yeah, I know. Damn nice out there you were." Birdie states towards M. Bison, even as he points and swears, "Likewise your compensating bloody bastard." Birdie snears as he turns, towards Shihong. Gotta see what happened. Damage control and such.
He just turns to watch as Shihong vomits up blood and dies right infront of him. Alright, Quasi-dies, but it was a good performance.
Birdie, however, spits the wad of gum out upon seeing this.
Man, Birdie's hardly got any welts on him. That poor Shihong. She got railed.
"Yep. Seeya later." Birdie states towards Shihong, walking on out.
He's done his job! And he's going to go regain his appetite.
COMBATSYS: Birdie has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:06:31 01/25/2008 by Birdie, and last modified on 00:33:55 01/31/2008.