Description: Differences of opinion indeed! All three men make their opinions known, with words, fists, and explosions-- but who is standing in the end..?!? (Winner: Hayato)
Trumpets.
- CNN'S CR-(+)-SSFIRE -
- On the left, Hayato Nekketsu -
- On the right, Seishirou Ryouhara, -
- In the middle, Mike Bison! -
- In the crossfire, SNF sponsors to ask the question: What's the meaning of true strength? -
The camera cuts to a LIVE symbol and the classic black Crossfire set. Three chairs, three battlers, surrounded by an insane amount of camera rigs. After all, this IS SNF as well as a CNN production.
It's somewhat unreal for the ninkou shinobi Seishirou to be sitting in one of those seats. No smoke, no mysterious appearances, no flickering into being. For once, the Ryouhara ninja and tournament organizer is there just as he's supposed to be, one leg folded over another and doing his best to avoid looking bored. He is failing hard, as he is currently engrossed in reading a small green book.
One of the camera crews gives the thumbs up as a set of red LEDs flicker to life on each rig.
Rolling.
While waiting for the fight/debate to begin, Hayato is lounging in his assigned chair. The set doesn't really provide much in the way of options for things to do, and he was chased off by some members of the crew after trying to watch them do their jobs. Okay, so maybe he helpfully pointed out a few things that they might have done wrong. That was no reason for them to get so snippy! Still, it leaves him rather bored while waiting for things to start.
But then there's some motion from the camera crew, and lights start turning on. Things are starting? Hayato sits up straighter in his chair, which has his shinai leaning against one side. Now... was there some particular way this was supposed to start? Hayato realizes that he wasn't really listening all that carefully while certain aspects of the fight were explained. He glances at Seishirou, then Bison, then toward the camera crew.
What the HELL is this. "Man, you guys come up with some pretty <bleep>ed up <bleep>," mutters Mr. Mike Bison--either unaware of the microphone clipped to his shirt or... uncaring. It's probably the latter. Man, this is just... well, the viewers are treated to a sight they might not ever see again--Bison in a suit. A beige suit. It's.. pretty ill-fitting--too tight in all the -wrong- places.
"Jesus Christ, what is this. I <bleep>ing HATE ninjas..." He glances at Seishirou. Then looks left. "-AND- teachers. Screw this." He gets to his feet. They're filming right? Great. No boxing gloves today, but his hands are all taped up as they should be for proper punching.
"THIS is what strength is!" Oh dear. Well, first he flexes, ripping the suit jacket and shirt -right- off. And then... well, it's kind of blurred out. But surely the context makes the gesture understandable... (blurred out for the viewers at home at least.)
"Aaa," Seishirou observes mildly, not looking up from his book.
"Strength is a rude gesture and inexplicable indecency. I'm sure the Emperor and Prime Minister would love to add such a weapon to their Self Defense Force.." the ninja comments, and only after he's set a place in his book does he stand, with a swift, snap motion.
"The real meaning of strength isn't something that can be measured in pointless displays," the shinobi argues. It's more words than he'd normally waste in such an occaision...
But he's here for a reason.
So he might as well play along for now.
As for the rest of it? He twists his hands idly, cracking each knuckle in turn without moving either hand from his side.
Now, this is more like it. Hayato also rises from his seat, though he leaves his shinai on the floor for now. No need to pick it up while they're still just fighting with words. One might think he's a bit underdressed for the occasion, but if his track suit is good enough for his students, it's good enough for TV! He's not going to get really dressed up for something like this. One reason has been demonstrated by Bison. Getting a suit well tailored enough to be wearable in a fight is time consuming and expensive. "Real strength is /inner/ strength! Strength of spirit, strength of character!" He punctuates his argument by slamming his right fist into the palm of his left hand.
"Of course it's good to be physically strong, but it isn't enough! It doesn't matter how much weight you can lift, how hard you can punch someone... You won't ever really defeat someone who fully believes in themself!" Savagely beat, perhaps, but not truely /defeat/.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Hayato has joined the fight here.
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Hayato 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Seishirou
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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"What a load of <bleep>. You're both a couple of pussies, y'know that?" Funny, wasn't Bison partnered with Hayato at least once before? Guess they didn't really interact then... or Hayato probably wouldn't be so forgiving towards the boxer. Right. They're both pretty... laid back, huh. Bison? He's gettin' pumped up. He drools, he snarls, he roars! (Okay, he doesn't drool. Yet.)
He flexes again, his muscles bulging obscenely, and slams his fists together--straight together--producing a sound that is somewhere between the sharp *smack* of flesh hitting flesh and the sound a thick piece of wood makes when it snaps internally. "'Inner strength'... 'useless displays'," he sneers, "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU TWO HERE?!?" He may be a boxer, but he's goddamn strong in all ways, as he demonstrates by lifting a foot and kicking out, busting his part of the presentation desk out of the way and toppling his chair.
A reason? Bison don't need no -reason- to be here. He just needs a -target-.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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"Why?"
Seishirou seems incredulous at the very idea of the question. As the desk tumbles and whirls out of the way, its stilled from causing mass havoc by a glitter of light wrapping around it, causing it to suspend loudly with the resonating sounds of something not dissimilar from piano wire, the lengths of which are wrapped around the ends of each of Seishirou's fingers on his right hand. Then, he tucks the small book into his shirt with his left. As far as he was concerned, the Metro Type Shinobi fatigues, with its Shinto trappings, was ceremonial enough for the event in question.
"We all have our paths to follow. But I intend to prove a path as the strongest today. Through my ability alone...truth will reveal itself."
At apparently a facial twitch, fire trails down the near invisible steel cables, wrappnig aroudn the desk and causing it to smoulder. "Intelligence is the strongest trait," he murmurs, tensing his hand. "Something that cannot be outmatched with physical power, or spirit alone."
COMBATSYS: Seishirou focuses on his next action.
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Intelligence, you say? So he's one of /those/ kinds, like Kyosuke. Not that Hayato has anything against Kyosuke; he's a good kid. He just needs to learn to live a little! But that's not to say that Hayato can't appreciate intelligence. He may not be a ninja genius, but he's also not a moron. Some people will underestimate his intelligence because of his rather... direct nature, however.
Still, Hayato can plan. Take the following into account: A) The three of them are expected to fight. It /is/ SNF. Which means there's nothing really all that wrong with being the one to throw the first blow. B) Bison, given who he is, is likely to attack anybody near by once he gets pissed off and people start trading blows. C) Seishirou currently has one hand tied to a large chunk of burning wood.
Not that Hayato takes the time to thoroughly think that through, but it does all occur to him. Then it becomes a matter of trusting his instinct. "I must respectfully disagree." And that's when the Burning Phys Ed Teacher yanks his chair up off the floor and attempts to clobber Seishirou in the back of the head with it.
He just laughs. Bison -laughs- outright at Seishirou's assertion. It's loud, boisterous and totally condescending--be kind of hard to understand Bison taking that kind of position. "What a punk..." he mutters. His lapel mic is on the floor now, mind, but he's got one of those big voices that's easily heard anyways.
"Look at that flashy crap! You think that scares anyone?!? You gotta think 'hey that looks cool don't it'..." Bison rolls his neck... then charges forward, right behind Hayato, aiming a hard right straight for Seishirou's solar plexus--a nice, good, hard shot that, if it connects, is practically guaranteed to force some breath out of Seishirou's lungs.
"BUT YOU AIN'T GETTIN' <BLEEP> DONE!!!"
COMBATSYS: Seishirou parries M.Bison's Dash Straight!
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COMBATSYS: Seishirou counters Random Weapon from Hayato with Calculated Tactics EX.
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Seishirou.. smirks.
"Though fear has its place in battle, solid tactics don't just intimidate..."
He twists the wires around his pinky, drawing his wire arm low and at once pulling his other arm high. He catches three of the six wire sets on his left hand, holding them still as he draws the other low. For the record, Seishirou's fire chi is more than enough to saw through the desk, the last three wires cutting through the desk like butter. This was intended, as it gives Seishirou three points of remote contact on the desk. He keeps these.
A remote contact wire is loosed, whipping around from Seishirou's index finger to ravel around the incoming chair. Effectively tied to the desk, it cannot move for Seishirou any further. To that end, Seishirou binds the free cables to the ground with spikes in a net type configuration. This he uses to catch Bison's charging straight. However. He also uses the massive strength of the boxer to yank the (now fully on fire) desk halve off into the air, by attaching the net to the second remote contact wire and reinforcing it against the net. Once the desk is in the air, it is trivial to guide it with the final remaining point of contact into a collision course with the back of Hayato's head.
"... They disable and defeat all opposition effortlessly," the ninja finishes, landing some ways away from the two. An exposed blade from his sleeve is enough to slice through the remaining cables and loose his hands.
Hayato stumbles after having a chunk of desk unexpectedly slam into the back of his head. He was supposed to be getting a flank attack on Seishirou, not the other way around! He's not entirely sure what just happened there, since the ninja's wires moved so quickly, but at least it's clear that those wires are a threat. But now both Seishirou and Bison have points that need rebutting. After straightening back up, Hayato snatches up his shinai from where it fell to the floor. Now he's ready to fight for real.
Of course, that means stepping away from the other two combatants for a moment. Not a huge problem, though. It gives him some time to talk. "There's a line between believing in yourself and arrogance. It's something that one should always be careful of." He glances at Seishirou for a moment. And at Bison. "But then, that's part of having strength of character." Of course, Hayato himself can be a bit arrogant at times, usually because he's often quite confident that his opinion is right (even when evidence is sometimes lacking) but hey, you can't expect him to be perfect, can you?
COMBATSYS: Hayato focuses on his next action.
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Hunh. Luck, pure luck. Bison is clearly displeased with the casual dismissal of his punch, and having his strength turned against Hayato--if he wanted to hit the Burning Phys. Ed. teacher he would just throw a punch at him! But it's not like Bison is one to give up so easily. If there's one thing you could say he has a true beleif in, it's his own strength. Not something he'd ever put into words, though; for him, action is best.
"Neat trick, kid," he mutters, sounding somewhat annoyed but still confident. Seishirou may think he's got distance on the two other fighters--but Bison knows better. In merely an instant he's dashing back across the set. Really, it looks almost exactly the same as his previous attack, right down to having the right hand cocked for a heavy thrusting punch--but even Bison can be tricky.
That right hand moves forward looking like it's got all the speed in the world--but Bison plants his heels and halts the motion, twisting his torso to his left and folding his arm and pulling it back to guard stance.
That twist is enough to let him shoot his left hand out in a quick body blow aimed for the soft meat of Seishirou's belly.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou blocks M.Bison's Light Punch.
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"An excellent point," Seishirou agrees. "Confidence without the necessary measure of talent is only worthless arrogance, which is a primary weakness that can be exploited like any other. Am I faster than you?" he asks pointfully.
He whirls back and away from Bison's fearsome charge, putting himself to the side of the clearly telegraphed right punch. But Bison might notice that it's not that hand Ryouhara is even paying attention to. His eyes are tilted down, to Bison's left. The oncoming body blow is stopped with the inside of Seishirou's right arm braced with his left hand against his elbow, Bison's fist smashing against it.. and stopping as if it had hit steel. Regardless, the youth slides back from Bison's sheer force even with such a light punch. Dispassionately, he makes a small sound of disappointment, ejecting a uselessly twisted armblade from that sleeve like a cassette tape.
"...Do I need to be?" he asks further. "Don't be mistaken. These are the questions I'll answer. By my ability alone."
Then a small Ryouhara seal glows on the ejected armblade. It is beneath Bison. The assassination seal.
An instant later, the steel will explode in an energy firestorm.
Sooner or later, Hayato will turn his more violent attentions to Bison... The boxer certainly is in dire need of being taught some lessons. But first he's /going/ to make a point in his argument with Seishirou. The non-verbal one, that is. It may be difficult, but that's of little concern to Hayato. Just makes it more satisfying when he does succeed! Hayato's arm whips back as he leaps toward Seishirou, then lashes out with a horizontal slash with his shinai at the ninja's torso.
"But talent can be developed," Hayato follows the first swing up by another slash back in the opposite direction, "If you have the proper will!" He then swings his arm up and attempts to bring the weapon down hard on Seishirou's collarbone.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou successfully hits M.Bison with Ryuuouin.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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The explosion appears to blow Bison right out of his place. The smoke clears and he's just not there anymore. It's actually kind of freakish. The boxer did, however, survive, his body steaming with residual energies. Almost casually, he cricks his neck, getting out of the hole in the wall he just made. "Not bad, kid. You seem like you got all the moves," he says, his voice a low, almost subhuman growl. If there's any one thing he hates more than anything else, it's people making him look stupid. He's had to deal with it since he was born, almost.
And he isn't stupid--not anymore than Seishirou is going to get out of this without a scratch. It seems as though he hulks out EVEN MORE, somehow, his muscles bulging with terribly contained rage--a rage burning deep in his eyes, lighting them like small chips of onyx.
No more words from the boxer. Like Hayato, he's now intending to make his mark on Seishirou--a mark not meant to be made with words--but with his fists, as he charges at Seishirou again--with another straightforward punch combination. This time he throws the right straight--and follows with a left body blow.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Seishirou with Fierce Punch.
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COMBATSYS: Hayato successfully hits Seishirou with Scolding Slash.
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It's about then that Bison lands like a runaway train into Seishirou's solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him and causing the youth's guard--oddly tough as it might have been at one point--to buckle. Hmph--the ninja's eyes roll up as he skids back, breathless. His guard..
Then Hayato is there, sending a crossing combination of strike at him, meant to weaken his guard for the final stroke t othe collarbone. Even at full power, Seishirou would have been hard pressed to evade it. He is stricken, simply. There is nothing more to consider. The ninja skids back across the ground, sliding on what is probably a trail of his own blood.
Gasping and twisting together his hands, he can only bitterly reply, "That.. at most, is something we can agree on."
If he's not careful, that will be the story of him for this match. And he would be interested in making an impression today, however small. So he clears his mind. Wait for it. His healing jutsu will need a little time to work, he'll have to be fully prepared to deal with them in the meantime.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou focuses on his next action.
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There, that's more like it! And now Hayato doesn't really have any further argument with Seishirou... for the time being. Compromise reached after hitting someone with his shinai is satisfactory to Hayato. That leaves the boxer and his attitude. Hayato still hasn't properly expressed his displeasure with the way Bison been acting. Of course, drawing the boxer's ire isn't a particularly /smart/ idea... but as Hayato said to Seishirou, he considers spirit more important than intelligence, so why should he always do the smart thing?
He's banking on the boxer being pretty focused, too, since he's been putting a fair bit of effort into pummeling Seishirou. So with some luck, Hayato will be able to get up behind Bison. If he can pull /that/ off, it's about all he needs. Because then he'll wrap his arms around the boxer's torso. "Just because you're a badass, it doesn't mean you need to be a jackass!" And with that he'll wrench Bison up off the ground, bending over to slam him headfirst into the floor.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts German Suplex from Hayato with Buffalo Head.
- Power hit! -
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Oh, he's focused alright. He's focused on one thing. CAUSING PAIN. If that means he's got to take some in order to dish it out as well... so beat it. Bison was all set to go after Seishirou again. To really beat the hell out of the sanctimonious creep. But then the OTHER sanctimonious creep tries to get a hold of him.
"What the <BLEEP>, man, I ain't into GUYS!" Hayato gets his grip.
But not from behind Bison. Bison whips around swiftly, just as Hayato is closing his arms... and his powerful legs tense, and the big boxer -lunges- forward and up. The thickest, boniest part of his forehead tags Hayato in the forehead--and then the boxer goes flying, able to somewhat right himself so he doesn't totally land on his face.
Hard Nagare says, "what"
They are distracted with eachother. Now it's time for Seishirou to make a move. Putting a set of eyedrops in to help with the double vision Bison's punch gave him, the ninja stands from his crouch slowly, breathing outward in one long draw of breath.
No force of will today. Bison is an inexorable force, that much can be told simply from the massive internal bleeding Seishirou is suffering simply from a few moments with the boxer. That makes him a primary target. But Hayato is a faster, more unpredictable opponent. It would have been easier if they were both in this way--Seishirou could have let them beat eachother until the end of days to his own benefit. As he foresees the battle, however, that simply won't work. An advantage, and a distraction must be taken now. The ninjutsu engineer taps something underneath his sleeve.
Ninkou - CHINESE STYLE CROSSFIRE
All across the globe, the live match being streamed is suddenly squelched out by what is presumably a pirate broadcast. An overlay of the existing feed, if you will. The CNN Crossfire logo zooms in to a high level closeup of the O. That, there is a targetting reticule taking over every feed. HUD information pops up on-screen for every viewer of the show. COM: MAXIMUM, CON: CRITICAL, -TARGET LOCK ACQUIRED.- Reticules appear on Bison and Nagare.
Then, every one of the numerous camera rigs in the studio open twin bays revealing arrays of chinese rockets. It's .. not a pirate overlay.
They're simply Seishirou's own camera rigs. His apprentice and the SNF organizers were quite useful to this end...
"The nature of my tactics alone," Seishirou explains, making a final handseal to trigger the arrays. He doesn't need to say much else.
The swarm and smoke trails of fire-charged rockets imbued with the telltale glowing Ryouhara symbols filling the battlefield will do it just fine for him. Viewers across the world get to see a first hand view of projectiles being fired at Bison and Hayato, and probably blowing numerous holes in the set. In this way, the shinobi presents a rather bold rebuttal.
COMBATSYS: Hayato dodges Seishirou's Level 5.
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Well... This is unexpected. How the heck did he have the time to load all of those rockets into the cameras and get them in here? Of course, there's not really a lot of time for Hayato to dwell on that, as the barrage shoots forth and then there's no time at all. Hayato's no ninja... how can he hope to get through such an attack? By sheer instinct and force of will! No time to think, just react. Hayato rolls under the first wave of rockets, then springs up into the air just in time to evade some which slam into the ground. He kicks off a chunk of the desk to avoid some more, hitting the ground rolling before leaping up in a sudden change of direction. And then there's no time to get out of the way as one last rocket comes shooting in toward him. So Hayato swings out his arm, smacking the rocket with his shinai and sending it sailing up the ceiling, where it explodes and promptly sets off the sprinkler system.
Slowly lowering his arm, now that the barrage has stopped, Hayato turns his head toward Seishirou, giving him a wide grin and a quick thumbs-up. Conveniently, this also happens to be an appropriate angle for the cameras to pick him up. His teeth almost seem to spark in the lights from the last few explosive bursts, and then from the light cast by the fiery orange chi that radiates off of Hayato's body. Sadly, it's not enough to keep him from fairly quickly getting drenched, although it does push aside at least some of the falling water. "Nice trick."
COMBATSYS: Hayato gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Seishirou's Level 5.
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"WHAT THE <BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP>!!" Goddamn ninjas. Bison has about a split second to see all these things coming for him. And, well, he's got a simple decision--and that decision takes him straight into those rockets. Oh, it burns. It burns and sears like something so very painful he can't even describe it. Once again when he bursts through the wall of rockets he's steaming with roiling, excess chi.
And anger. He's got plenty of anger as well. That anger is what carries him forward, throwing a series of rushing uppercuts at Seishirou, roaring at Seishirou, bellowing at the top of his lunges. Maybe the mics won't pick him up... but the probably will. CNN's censors are, of course, on the ball, so each punch is accentuated with a single shout from the enraged boxer.
"<BLEEP!> *PUNCH* YOU!! *PUNCH* GOD!!! *PUNCH* DAMN!!!! *PUNCH* NINJA!!!!! *PUNCH*" The last punch is another classic straight, of course... Bison -is- a classical boxer in some respects.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou counters Crazy Buffalo from M.Bison with Kawarimi'.
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The shinobi nods once at Hayato. An.. impressive dodge.
The cursing and brutality are appropriately censored, with the normal feed left clandestinely for uncut DVD release and Pay Per View replay events. Seishirou, however, for all of the chaos, finds himself in the red zone really quickly. He frowns, as Bison simply /appears/ in front of him.
Seishirou is.. introduced to ruin. He is literally beaten like an egg, his body warping in unreal ways under Bison's fists. One uppercut even tears him in two, in an instant of being simply annihilated, the ninja flying across the set in two seperate pieces, hitting the ground like so many tin cans.
The chi matrix flickers, and dissipates, leaving a metal frame Seishirou Copy where it lay, in two pieces.
Ryouhara rubs his sinuses idly, stepping from behind the black set. One brown eye flicks up, wide and cold, focusing on Bison. ".. There is something to be said about brute force," he admits. Fortunately, retaliation was already foreseen as part of his plan. Defense is critical here.
Hayato's jaw drops open as Bison manages to actually punch the ninja right in half! Or, wait... What just happened there? He glances from the half of a metal body that landed near him to the ninja walking back onto the set. What the heck is that all about!? Well, no matter. Seishirou's not actually dead, so the fight continues. Obviously, this ninja is a tricky fellow, and bears watching.
Stooping down for a moment, Hayato grabs the leg of the half a metal Seishirou frame sitting near his feet. "Hey, I believe this is yours..." And with that he suddenly stands up, whipping around and bringing the metal frame with him. Then it's a simple matter of releasing his grip and sending it zooming across the stage toward Seishirou. There's enough power behind the throw that it actually takes Hayato a moment to stop his rotation after releasing the projectile.
COMBATSYS: Seishirou has saved the state of this fight.
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Oh... oh HELL naw. Bison did NOT just... oh, he did. Well, his focus was on Seishirou before--now he's got even MORE reason to ditch the tenative plan of 'win this goddamn fight'. Plan B: Activate. By the way.
Plan B: Turn Seishirou into Elmer's Glue.
But first to turn some of this righteous anger and fury into a usable tool. Bison just seems to get bigger and more muscled every time something pisses him off... and Seishirou's certainly done that.
"You're -dead-, you little ninja <BLEEP>. You unnerstand? I don' forget. I don' forgive. Just like that prissy little wankrag Kirishima," he promises.
"Just like him. You think you ninja, you smart... well you gon' get the hammer dropped on you someday. That I promise." His voice is hot with rage and cold with promise, dark and deep and low, his small, black eyes fixed on Seishirou entirely. People sometimes forget why Bison is so scary--it isn't just his power punching.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: Seishirou dodges Hayato's Large Thrown Object.
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Even one of Bison's punches could be lethal. That much was already taken into account by the Ryouhara heir. And with the mass of muscle looming before him, he is in a bad way. And even he knows it. But.
Ryouhara faces down the raging bull. The shinobi frowns. "Did you imagine--"
He whirls to the side, one hand snapping out. "--with your strength--" With only half of his attention focused on the task, he snaps /one/ bolt on the incoming Seishirou Copy frame, with two outstretched fingers. That alone is sufficient to cause the entire assembly to split and fly apart with gyroscopic force, spreading and diffusing the massive force Hayato imbued to the construct. "--With only that strength alone--" a swipe of his hand spreads the rest of the construct into so many spare parts at his feet. "--that I'd falter?!"
"Do you really think that promise means anything to me..?" He raises a fist, and of it he says, "This alone earns a man's fear. Use that, if you really want my blood. Otherwise you're just wasting my time."
Seishirou faces Bison and Hayato both, gazing icy daggers at the both of them. At this point, Hayato is a consideration, in Seishirou's eyes, but there is more pressing matters to which he has to attend. He speaks to Bison directly. "If you can't understand, let me make it simpler." He stares openly.
"Don't bother talking. You aren't suited for it."
It seems almost hotter on the set...
COMBATSYS: Seishirou focuses on his next action.
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Well... It seems that the ninja and the boxer really have it in for one another. For his part, Hayato doesn't really have a grudge against either of them, though he considers Seishirou to be at least a slightly more pleasant person. But he certainly doesn't like either of them enough to want to keep them from beating the hell out of one another. The Burning Phys Ed Teacher gets in the middle of fights all the time, but it's usually because he's trying to shut them down, or at least protect one of the participants, but this... This he really doesn't have any stake in.
All of this means nothing, of course. Hayato's no spectator here! There's just one question... He turns suddenly, pointing his shinai at one of the cameramen. "You! Even or odd?!" The man blinks, pausing in surprise for a moment. "Uh... odd?" Hayato then gives a swift nod. "Good man." No sooner does he speak than Hayato is charging across the set toward his two opponents. Which one will it be?! The answer comes quickly, as Hayato ducks in low toward Seishirou, then swings his right arm sharply upwards toward the ninja's stomach. Sure, he'd holding a weapon in that hand, but that's no reason he can't rely on his fists!
Bison grins. It's an ugly thing; a baring of teeth that is akin to the snarl of a hunting dog. Yes, truly, that is what Bison is--a rabid hunting dog, set loose upon a world that has not the medicine to calm his disease.
"Oh, I don' imagine. I know." There's a dark sort of confidence to Bison's tone, a dark promise that is completely unfazed by Seishirou's mocking words. Those words slip off of Bison's confidence like wisps of smoke. Seishirou is talking down at Bison--and Bison, in turn, is talking down at Seishirou. "You gon' get yours, little ninja <BLEEP>." God those CNN censors are workin' overtime. Hardest workin' men in showbusiness.. whenever Bison is around. Probably a good thing too, since this is basically going out live.
Turning, abruptly, Bison's right hand snaps out and he picks up a chair in one meaty fist. And he turns.
And he pitches it overhead for Seishirou's face, growling wordlessly. Actually, it does have one syllable to it, it's "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" (But that isn't a word.)
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Seishirou with Large Thrown Object.
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COMBATSYS: Seishirou fails to counter Fierce Strike from Hayato with Prime Tactics.
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COMBATSYS: Seishirou can no longer fight.
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"Thought I was clear the first time. Show me," Ryouhara smirks.
There was a tactic he could use here. Ninkou construction was a difficult process, but one of Seishirou's earliest talents even as a novice was his ability to put together weapons and constructs at preeternatural speeds. This.. should be a difficult work, but for his ability, trivial.
Almost as if it were in accordance to his plans, Bison's chair smashes right over the ninja perfectly and in full force, shattering the thing into so much wood and splinters. While it takes all of Seishirou's constitution to remain standing underneath the tide of meat-powered wood, it wasn't strictly failure. In combination with the parts from the Seishirou copy, and the scrap wood, he would be able to forge a weapon for the incoming--
!
Seishirou's head lolls over Hayato's shoulder as the man drives his fist into him, the ninja's hands going limp at his sides. His teeth are almost audible from the force with which he grinds them together.
".... Suppose I should have been paying more attention to you, mn?" he admits in a hoarse breath and a solemn conviction. There is the faint--twitch--of that same grin. There's precious seconds for that last jutsu before he loses consciousness.
The ninja falls back... and shatters into so much broken glass on the ground.
The heat, once an indicator of Seishirou's presence, slowly fades from the set.
Well, that was quite satisfying... right up until Seishirou hits the ground and shatters. So... did they get him or not?! Hayato looks around quickly, spinning about a few times to see if the ninja is going to be coming out of the shadows. But after a few moments there's no sign of him. Bison, however, is still very much present. Hayato places his right fist in his left palm, cracking his knuckles as he grins at Bison. "Well, looks like there's one down... Now, time to show you what willpower can do!"
Hayato charges across the ruined set toward Bison, leaping into the air as he draws closer to the boxer. He leads with his right foot, waves of flaming orange chi racing back across his leg as he attempts to land his foot right on Bison's chin. The plan is to snap the boxer's head back, then spring off and land back on his feet. It just remains to be seen how successful it will be.
COMBATSYS: Hayato successfully hits M.Bison with Devastation Kick.
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Oh, it's successful alright. Bison hasn't yet switched targets... until the kick lands. Bison staggers back, realizing that his vision's gone a little blurry. "Heh... we ain't properly itnroduced ourselves yet," he grunts, at Hayato, as the big man braces himself for juuuuust a little more...
"Punk kid got me so rlied up I barely noticed you were there... but you got my 'ttention now..."
Really, Bison only utilizes a very small stable of boxing techniques. He knows 'em all--but his favorite has to be the piston-like straight power punch--it figures into so many of his attacks.
Like this one, as Hayato suddenly has to contend with a very large, very angry black man, barreling down on him with a blasting right straight that promises much in the way of pain.
Regardless of whether he hits Hayato or the wall, he's going to stagger to a stop... and turn to walk off.
"<BLEEP> this show, gimme The View."
... what?
COMBATSYS: M.Bison can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Hayato fails to counter Gigaton Blow from M.Bison with Counter Thrust.
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Okay, so Bison is charging in toward him with murder in his eyes. For most people, this would be time to get the heck out of the way. Hayato, however, is not most people. When he sees the boxer bearing down on him he simply grins and tightens his fists. Drawing back his fist, he lunges forward to meet Bison's assault. His fist comes flying out toward the top of Bison's head... but not before the boxer's fist slams into his face.
The teacher goes flying back across the set, then crashes heavily into one of the cameras and causes it to topple over heavily. He's not going to have to pay for that, right? Despite the impact, however, Hayato sits up a few moments later and rubs the back of his head. A short while later he climbs back to his feet. Well... both of his opponents have left. So, that means he wins, right? He turns to one of the cameras that's still standing up, giving it a thumbs-up. "And remember kids... stay in school!"
COMBATSYS: Hayato has ended the fight here.
Log created on 17:55:15 02/09/2008 by M.Bison, and last modified on 00:08:50 02/16/2008.