Description: Lunchtime brawl at Taiyo! Bison vs. Ingrid--pure muscle vs. psi power. Bison proves that he can crush little girls, but Ingrid gives almost as good as she gets... (Winner: Bison)
Taiyo High School is an often-bustling place--particularly around lunchtime, when the courtyard is filled to the brim with students of all sizes, shapes, and colors that are Japanese, eating lunch, horsing around, and the like. It's a place of chaos. And Bison -hates- it. Goddamn kids.
The courtyard's dominated, today, by a portable ring setup; a classic boxer's ring, actually, provided by the Neo League, along with a fashionable announcer, who is currently working the crowd something fierce. "HEY KIDS!" he shouts, his purple suit, sunglasses, and wacky tall hairstyle making him look like a mod or disco version of Edge without the knives, "We have got a -special treat- for you today! Your lunchtime entertainment has been -brought-!"
He sure sounds like he's enjoying his job, at least. "Courtesy of the NEO LEAGUE, we have a special lunchtime bout for you kids to watch! In the blue corner! Weighing in at two-hundred fifty pounds! Six feet and six inches of pure brute force! MIKE!!! BISON!!!" He's cheered, by some--booed by more. He'd probably get the opposite reaction at Gedo. But Bison doesn't give a good god damn.
He stands tall in his corner, flexing his muscles, pounding his gloved fists together. He's gone too long between fights, the rage is building up.
On the other hand, Ingrid loves the atmosphere. The sound of lively chatting and students enjoying themselves is something she very much enjoys, to the point that rather than being in her designated position at the other corner of the ring, she's actually out in the crowd talking. She's here, isn't she? Nothing was said about having to actually be in the ring at the starting time, after all.
This, as one can imagine, is enough to cause a moments pause from the announcer. Still, the show must go on, and maybe this 'Ingrid Holmann' character is a ninja who wants to smoke bomb in, for all he knows. "And in the red corner, weighing in at eighty five pounds and standing at an intimidating five foot zero, Ingrid Holmann!" And that would be her cue.
Once announcements had been made she'd said her goodbyes and made her way over to the ring, which she now hops into, turning slightly to wave to the gathered crowd, who seems to favor her compared to the huge hulking boxer. Taiyo always was the type of school to go for the high-spirited longshots. Now that all that is settled she takes a few steps forward towards Bison, and smiles. "Good afternoon. I'll be your opponent today."
Bison stares for just a moment. This girl... is like... nothing. She's like nothing at all, barely a wisp of anything. He looks, if anything, even angrier once she introduces herself. And he turns towards the NL officials.
"WHAT THE HELL!!" Oh, goddamn, he's mad already and only getting more so. He stomps over to the side of the ring and -glares- at the officials. "I want you to know jus' one thing. If I kill her, ain't my goddamn fault." Yeah, that's... that's all. Then he stomps over to where he was before, and glares down at Ingrid.
"You mus' be crazy, gettin' in the ring against a guy like me. But I guess you kids all thing you the hot shit when it comes ta fightin'. Well, hot shit," Bison grins, "if'n I break you don't go cryin'..." He'll even leave the gloves on--less chance of breaking Ingrid in half with a punch... maybe.
The officials are a bit worried, of course... but the NL -is- no holds barred... and they can't stop the fight now, can they?
Uh oh, he looks angry! Ingrid's smile becomes a little mirthful when he goes over and speaks with the League officials. By the time he's done she's holding her right elbow with her left hand, and twirling a bit of hair around her finger with the other. "Now, now. I know I may not look like much, but you should still be careful. Big things come in small packages, after all. Clearly you're the favorite, but I will put up a fight." She's not delusional enough to think she's going to be able to cut him down and make him eat his words, at least.
She lowers her arms to her sides and adopts her loose fighting stance. Part of her wants to go right in and get things started and show him that she is, in fact, capable of fighting someone as intimidating as him. But in her experience, rushing in on the assault ends up harming her more than it helps her. And she does seem to be at a sizable disadvantage, and so... she holds back, and studies him. Huge, and very strong, but what else? Anything she can capitalize on?
"I doubt there are any other objections, so why don't we begin? I'm sure you're eager to show this crowd just how strong you are, hmm?"
COMBATSYS: Ingrid has started a fight here.
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Ingrid 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Ingrid focuses on her next action.
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Ingrid 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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Ingrid 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Naturally, Bison takes up a boxing stance--he is a boxer, after all. He was pissed off about being put up against another kid... and her smirking arrogance just pisses him off even more. Strength is the only thing that matters--strength, and winning. To have her make this mockery of his thoughts...
"Aight then. You sure you wanna do this? I won't be holdin' back, you know. I'll crush you with every ounce of power I got." Well, she accepted, right? Any lingering worries or doubts on Bison's part--not that there were really all that many--are gone.
He rolls his head, cracking it back and forth... and then he's lunging, throwing himself across the ring at Ingrid. His left arm is kept at high guard--his right dropped low, then pistoned out, aiming to strike her in the gut, a shot meant to be painful and debilitating.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Ingrid with Medium Punch.
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Ingrid 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Painful and debilitating- yes, that sounds about right. This guy is fast- faster even than Ingrid had expected. A moment of hesitation ensues, and she rushes sideways to try to escape the blow, not moving nearly fast enough herself to escape. The gloved fist buries itself into her stomach and doubles her over, an extremely pained expression showing on her face. But as much as it hurt, a single punch isn't going to be enough to take her down, nor enough to get her to call the match on account of having an icecream cones chance in hell of victory.
She backs up a few steps to gain some space. She's going to be fighting an uphill battle for sure, so that means she's going to have to go full out right from the start. Besides, if she can land a hard enough blow it might make him stop and think for a moment. "Very nicely done," she says, her voice a little off as air is still trying to refill her lungs.
Her hands raise up to below her chin as a brilliant flash of golden energy surrounds her, and she forms a small little ball of dull looking energy in her hands. This she blows on, and it floats somewhat innocuously towards the powerful boxer. But she did say something about big things and small packages earlier, didn't she?
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Ingrid's Sun Burst.
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Ingrid 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 M.Bison
Ah, energy. Bison hates this crap. Well, at the least, the ball impacts him--and yet, it doesn't knock him off-step too much. This is made evident by the manner in which he continues to charge forward, lowering his shoulder even as his body shudders with the impact of that ball of energy.
"URAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!!!" shouts the boxer, spittle flying as he lunges once again at Ingrid's position; rather than try and do anything tricky, Bison appears more than ready to simply charge Ingrid down, to trap her and force her into a position where she can't possibly run away from his pounding fists.
It's almost psychopathic, in fact, the look in his eyes as he charges for Ingrid, abruptly planting his feet and hurling an uppercut from his left fist, his leading side, aimed to strike Ingrid under the chin.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Ingrid with Dash Upper.
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Ingrid 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 M.Bison
As Mike Bison barrels through the potent blast of energy as if it wasn't there at all, Ingrid begins to realize that she may be further over her head than she anticipated. Now he's definitely coming in too quick for her, and any hope of escape would be reliant purely on luck. Thus she takes a different approach, holding her arms up and trying to catch the fist with her forearms before it can crash into her chin.
Except the arms are knocked aside helplessly, and she's flung into the air dramatically. If this were a regular boxing match, it's likely to have been called right now. But this isn't boxing, and exiting the ring via concussive force isn't a disqualification. "Ah...nngh." Ingrid picks herself back up to her feet. Not only is her chin going to be sore tonight, but she'll likely suffer from whiplash as well. There's no time to dwell on the past though, so she bends down and then jumps right back into the ring, apparently eager for more punishment.
If there's one thing she's sure of, it's that she wants to stay mobile as much as possible and keep out of the range of his arms. It's not likely she can play keep away per se, but it should hopefully give an extra bit of time to defend herself. That doesn't mean she has to stay away and keep him at range, however. She moves forward slowly, and once she gets close enough she ducks down low to the ground, bending forward and sweeping her left arm out in a wide horizontal arc, releasing a large sparkling stream of energy at the boxers legs and quickly pulling back up to her feet.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Sunburn from Ingrid with Turn Punch.
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Ingrid 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0 M.Bison
Many's the person that thought to try Bison's legs. Boxers aren't kickers, of course, and traditionally, their legs are weak. But Bison's been on the international stage for years; he's fought all sorts of fighters and the first thing he learned was to look for low attacks. Sweeping attacks, low punches... all that kind of thing. Bison is prepared.
When Ingrid gets in range and tries her attack, the boxer plants his left leg; the energy washes across it. But he's also reaching back with his right fist... and just as she reaches full extension, he's thrusting that fist forward with a terrifying roar, impacting directly in the middle of Ingrid's chest.
"I _HATE_ THAT CRAP!!" he shouts. God, energy attacks burn SO bad...
Ingrid's attack and partial set-up fails spectacularly, as Bison does what's probably the best possible solution to fighting a girl like her- cutting her off halfway and pounding her with his fist. The impact can be considered nothing less than explosive, and she's fired across the ring with an amazing amount of force, nothing but the ropes on the other side stopping her from exiting once again.
She often likes to keep any looks of pain off of her face as she fights, but this is just way too much. A couple dry coughs escape from the blonde, and she grits her teeth slightly to be able to draw her knees up under herself. She's wobbly as she gets back up, and doesn't even try to take a step closer to Bison. She's done for... but it's customary to leave a parting blow, isn't it?
One final time, she summons up her power, and another flash of energy surrounds her. But this time instead of lobbing a ball of energy at him, she leans forward and points towards him. Right in front of her finger a planar triangle of energy forms, and seemingly /inside/ of Bison, a large disk of swirling energy forms, seeking to grab onto him and drag him off into the air.
COMBATSYS: Ingrid can no longer fight.
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M.Bison 1/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Sun Delta EX from Ingrid with Gigaton Blow.
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M.Bison 0/-------/----===|
The disk connects, and Bison is pulled up into the air, the psionic energy searing him as he rises up. Ingrid leans slightly backwards and gives him a little two fingered salute as he goes, a teasing little smile on her face- she can have fun even though she's lost, right? Once he's suitably high the disk vanishes and sends him falling back to earth, the Norwegian lifting her arms up into the air with her hands balled into fists to gather the last bits of her remaining energy. When the large boxer falls to an even level with her, she leans forward and quickly extends her arms out to him, palms open. A huge visage burns to life in front of her, the symbol of the Eternal Goddess made out of her golden psi there to assault him one last time before he hits the ground.
Hnh. Bison had somethin' ready for her... but she's just too fast in the end. And sure, it hurts... but Bison, man, he just gets back up, staring down at the broken girl as he gets up. "Th' -fuck- was that," he mutters, shaking his head... whatever it was, it's not his concern now anyways.
Before the announcer can even shout his name, he's vaulting the ropes, landing with a crash on the ground outside the ring, and lest anyone get in his way, he's stomping his way out of the school. That... wasn't satisfying at -all-. He stops by one big steel door, eyes it balefully... and then punches it, denting the thing with his fist as it swings wide so he can walk off. He needs a goddamn beer.
Log created on 16:37:59 03/13/2008 by M.Bison, and last modified on 19:12:31 03/13/2008.