Description: Neo League! Blanka's challenged to a Neo League fight by the new crazy man on the block, Bison! Never one to turn down a challenge from someone getting their feet wet in the League, Blanka accepts, and epic battle ensues! (Winner: M.Bison)
Bison's been lookin' for a fight. Not one of these prissy, 'no holds barred but we got some SURPRISES for ya' SNFs--a -fight-. And to his reckonin', the easiest way to get a real fight, a good fight, is to go through the Neo League. Sure he could just go beat up any old schmoes--in fact, he indulged a little on his way here--but that's not too much fun. Okay, it's tons of fun--but not a great stress reliever. They just crumple too quick.
So he contacted the Neo League. And they said 'go to The Duck Pond.' The Duck Pond? thought Bison to himself... what the hell. But then he realized it was a dance club. Dance and fight. Nice. The DJ is layin' down a raucous, thumping beat, the primary-color lights flashing in time to the heavy bass.
The dance floor's been cleared and the DJ's turned into the announcer. "WE GOT A SPECIAL TREAT FOR YOU TONIGHT, BOYS AN' GIRLS! WE GOT MIKE BISON! HE DON'T NEED NO NICKNAME! BUT HE GOT ONE ANYWAY! THE RAGIN' BULL!!!" The spotlight flares, focusing on Bison; the big man merely flexes, rippling his muscles, as he walks a bit out from the corner of the dance floor, waiting.
More lights, loud noises, and a thin haze of something that's probably not-quite legal. But hey, it's a burning plant so it's probably alright, right? In Blanka's mind, this locale is pretty full of things that are going to put him on sensory overload, but he's determined to show he can choke back his instincts and act well... human.
He's even dressed the part today, giant form standing upright, shock of giant orange hair pushed back away from his pug face and sharp grin. He's wearing a thick hooded sweatshirt, with the logo for Dan's dojo on top, and long baggy pants - it's enough to hide at least most of his 'monstrous' features. His green face, however - that can't be hidden.
The DJ's kind enough to pump up the bass with a jungle beat, segueing into some Morris Day and the motherlovin' TIME! "AND HERE'S HIS CHALLENGER, THE BEAST FROM BRAZIL, BLLLLLLLLAAAANKA!" As he steps onto the dance floor, Blanka kicks off his sneakers, giant sized toenails scraping on the wood. He doesn't give Bison much time to react, no - he's already a blur, ducking down and leaping forwards, hands and feet used to push him fast and furious at the slightly taller man. It's a bum rush, Blanka intent on just bowling him over and knocking hm into the ground. "AHW-ROOOOO!"
COMBATSYS: Blanka has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits M.Bison with Medium Throw.
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Blanka 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 M.Bison
The big green beast comes out of nowhere, and the flashing lights only help the guy out. Bison's suddenly bowled over, crashing into the floor and cracking one of the thick glass panes that make up the lighted flooring. He really wasn't expecting that... the big man peels himself up out of the floor with a grunt. Well, that kind of hurt. But it only makes Bison grin bigger, his white teeth gleaming in the flashing lights.
"Not bad, for a beast," he growls, his voice audible through the heavy bass, a thick rumble. "BUT I'M A GODDAMN BEAST TOO!!" That said, he spins, finding his target--it's easy when the target is -green-, even in the weird light--and *RUSHES* forward, slamming forward to try and drive a fist right into Blanka's chest, a big meaty right.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Blanka with Fierce Punch.
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Blanka 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 M.Bison
This promises to be a knock-down, drag-out brawl. Well, perhaps not on the drag-out piece, as the fist hits Blanka's chest, he swears it's just sunk in a few inches. Air blown out of him in a rush, Blanka's dizzied and staggers back. Difficult enough to get his feet under him, the flashing lights making it so /very/ hard to focus. He throws his hands back, and catches himself, pushing back up to his feet, and shaking his head.
"Beast... but Blanka is stronger!" As he lunges forwards again, he attempts to eel to the side, to get around Bison and put his teeth to work, grabbing and trying to clinch with Bison and dig his big ol maw into the boxer's shoulders - after all, if he can't move his arms, he should be easy to defeat.
Not like the guy can kick or anything...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Wild Fang from Blanka with Turn Punch.
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Blanka 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 M.Bison
Maybe the choice of The Duck Pond wasn't the greatest; once again Bison misjudges his opponent. The big boxer lifts his hands--intending to stuff that leap and deliver a power punch to Blanka's chest. Unfortunately, he misjudges again--and flails almost comically while Blanka gets in some biting and munching. Bison? Bison roars.
"GET THE FUCK OFFA ME!!!" he roars, rolling and twisting around until he can toss Blanka away, his breathing heavy, his eyes almost wild with anger. Who's the beast? Blanka or Bison? It'd be pretty hard to tell at this point; certainly, Bison -looks- like a wild beast, very much like the raging bull from which he gets his nickname...
Not one to stay still for too long, Blanka's already moving as he's shaken at. He can tell that there's not any chance to hold on to Bison's arms as they start to bulge with the exertion. Truly, Bison's stronger - but Blanka's doing his best to play to his strengths. He can't face up with the man in fist-on-fist, that giant punch at the start was proof enough of that, the imprint starting to form an ugly purple bruise on his green skin.
As he lands, he crouches down into as small a ball as he can, growling deep under his throat. He launches himself forwards again, then tucks his head as he lands near the boxer. His hands launch him upwards, and his body, balled tight, attempts to catch the man under the chin. It's a risky move - but probably the best thing he's going for him right now! "AROOOOO! FIGHT!!"
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Blanka's Vertical Rolling.
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Blanka 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 M.Bison
Nuh-uh. Not this time. Bison gets his arms up in a classic peekaboo stance block; Blanka ricochets off that block, the boxer pushing him away to absorb the worst of that damage. His arms sting a little, sure, but far better than taking a big green beast to the face, huh? Bison turns away, as Blanka bounces... the beast is strong. It's as big as Bison, almost, and almost as strong.
Bison is just going to have to prove he's -stronger-.
"NOT FAST ENOUGH!!" he roars, as he turns back towards Blanka, hoping to catch him off-guard, while he's still reovering, with a vicious hook punch to the body. Bison's fist whistles through the air, his aim perfectly on target--or so he thinks. It -is- hard to see in here, the roar of the crowd making it hard to hear as well.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Blanka with Hook Punch.
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Blanka 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
Not fast enough indeed! Blanka's caught off guard as he lands, his feet barely touching the ground before the hand comes in and catches him in the liver. Liver punches are horrible things, too - they inflict toxins on the body, and can put a person out of the fight in seconds as their bodies basically go into shock from the impact. Blanka's made of slightly sterner stuff, but it's a uncertain thing indeed.
"Then.. move fast. Like lightning." His feral grin is wide as the lights flicker on the floor. Bulbs pop in shock as Blanka reaches out for Bison, his body suddenly sparking into blue-white light. Those giant mitts are intent on grabbing on and giving him the shock of his life!
COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits M.Bison with Direct Lightning.
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Blanka 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 M.Bison
"What the--" Bison has approximately just about one moment to reflect on this electricity thing...
Before he -screams-. The electricity charges straight through him, making him look almost comical as he jitters and judders in place. It's a painful attack, for sure; the charge of energy is especially effective on Bison, who has always disliked the touch of it. Finally the charge is out and Bison falls to his back, smoking. For a moment it seems as though he's out...
And then he rises again, still steaming and smoking with excess energy. His muscles twitch and jump with remembered pain. And yet he soldiers on. He may not be admirable in many ways--but his perseverance cannot be denied. Once again, he targets Blanka--his dark eyes practically aglow with anger... surging forward as he goes, shaking off the remembered effects for another swinging right hook--this time for Blanka's head.
COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Hook Punch from M.Bison with Electric Thunder.
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Blanka 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 M.Bison
Blanka has learned something! Blanka has learned that Bison does not seem to like the power that he'd learned from his time in the jungle. That crashing crackle of ozone and power lingers, even after Blanka lets go, like the aftershocks of a thundershower over the jungle's canopy. He grins widely at the shock and dizziness in Bison's face, the fact that he's doing well enough is good to Blanka's mind. A good fight, a powerful exchange of blows - what more could he want?
This time, Blanka's ready for the hook punch, his hand coming down to get in the way of the impact. As his hand hits Bison's, his body crackles into electricity again, bright lights as the dance floor's electricity explodes in overload again, plunging the room into near-darkness. There's shrieks of delight and fright from the people watching, and the DJ can be barely heard over the din. "AWRIGHT! LET'S SEE WHAT THE BIG MEN HAVE LEFT!!!"
Another taste of electricity--but Bison felt his punch land too. He isn't pleased, but he's more pleased than had he missed entirely. But he's hurting now, more than ever; it's time to -end- this fight... Something that Blanka seems to recognize. He grits his teeth, mastering his body once more; he's going to be twitchy for -hours-. For now, though... he grins, wickedly. "Huh... you wanna see what I got?? ALRIGHT!!" And then...
He charges forward, straight for Blanka.
"COME ON!!!" he shouts, tauntingly, as he starts firing punch after punch at Blanka, alternating right and left straight punches. Four straight punches and then Bison finishes with a right uppercut meant to knock Blanka the 'eff' out.
COMBATSYS: Blanka dodges M.Bison's Crazy Buffalo.
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Blanka 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 M.Bison
For the record, Blanka would /prefer/ not to see what Bison's got. Those fists are hardened bone, knuckles well deined enough to dent steel - Blanka knows, cause he's felt them. The Brazillian beast-man isn't interested in this at all! He eels back as Bison charges at him, adjusting his strategy and avoiding to the left, the right, and then falling /straight/ down as the uppercut comes up. He's down on the floor now, breathing hard and slowed down from the exertion of the fight - but he's still standing, figuratively.
From his position below Bison, he attempts to rise up, the giant green man swinging his hands at Bison's chest. It's a brutal combination, much the same as Bison's own attacks are, a one two kidney punch that he intends to try and put the man down with. In his eyes, no anger - impressed awe at the other man, instead. Bison's a scary, scary man.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Blanka's Medium Punch.
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Blanka 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 M.Bison
Unfortunately for Blanka, Bison's even -more- pissed that he missed. "Goddamn sonnuva..." he mutters, his fists hitting nothing but air. The crowd oohs and ahhs, impressed at the impressive dodge. Bison? He just looks more and more like that bull, his nostrils flaring, his breath practically steaming. It's ever more evident to see why Bison is called the Raging Bull. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!!"
That one-two combination is blocked, the impacts taken on his arms, rather than to the body; he ducks left, then right, and then coming up with a quick right uppercut, seeking to ring Blanka's bells with the shot to the chin. He'd have some words but he's practically inchoerent by now...
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures M.Bison's Medium Punch.
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Blanka 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 M.Bison
Uppercuts! The weakness of those that have giant beast chins. The fist catches him quite nicely, his jaw clacking shut and keeping him from saying anything than whimpers of surprise and pain, eyes going glassy. His body goes loose, limp and rocks backwards on his heels. He's dazed, and in that moment, he knows he's lost.
But there's still instinct to deal with - the Jungle has a long hold on Blanka, and some reactions he just can't help. As he starts to slump down, his hands come out, and he attempts to land a hand on Bison's shoulder. At that second, rain or shine, giant gouts of electricity explode from his body one more time, an instincutal attempt to even the score. He can't be the only one going down for the count!!!!
... Can he?!
COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Blanka's Direct Lightning.
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Oh hell no. Bison literally turns and covers, hissing as the lightning crackles over his skin. Yet again, he's burning from another person's chi; for a moment, a long moment, he wavers, especially when he stands. The announcer's voice helpfully announces, "IS THE BIG MAN GOING TO FALL!!!??!!" To which Bison lifts both hands and bellows a hearty expletive that cannot be printed in a family magazine.
Then he looks down at the fallen Blanka, and shakes his head. "Christ, the things I gotta do... this guy's goddamn beast for sure." That's grudging respect. Few fighters can withstand Bison's fists; fewer still get to knock him down. And there are a rare few indeed that get to beat him. Usually it takes more than one.
"Sheeit. You done good, beastman," declares the boxer, as he fades into the crowd... to go to the bar. He needs a -drink-.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:54:24 02/24/2008 by Blanka, and last modified on 22:01:55 02/24/2008.