Description: Warrior's Belt match! Bison, deciding he wants that damn belt, challenges Hotaru to a 1-Line Battle on a rockin' and rollin' trolley! WHO WILL WIN? (If you're curious, read the log before you finish this desc.) (Winner: Bison)
Stepping into a high gravity chamber two weeks ago, Hotaru Futaba faced off against the fighter famous for his burning spirit and endless drive to push students to do their best, Hayato Nekketsu. Much to nearly no one's expectations, she exited the chamber having won the Warrior's Belt fair and square after a gruelingly close match. The two weeks that followed were a whirlwind of guest appearances, interviews, and other hassles, keeping the girl from being able to do much of any fighting during that time.
Of course once the second week rolled around, she would need to step up and defend that title she had won. Facing Hayato pitted her against one of the better examples of enthusiastic fighting spirit a growing student could hope to impress. But it seems things have come around a whole circle as she now faces off against one of the fighters better known for NOT being a particularly good example for anyone to emulate, the powerful boxer, Mike Bison.
The venue is slated to take place within a trolly that is, dangerously enough, not completely empty. The old fashioned, slow driving vehicle has had its right side of seats removed to provide an alley wide enough for the two combatants to face off, while the left seats are still in place. Patrons of SNF with enough money and enough insurance have purchased tickets to sit in the remaining seats, getting the closest view possible of the title bout to come. Standing in the back portion of the bus, Hotaru hardly looks to be title material. Smaller than most in the circuit, of light frame and a genuinely amicable disposition, the Kenpo artist is clothed in her traditional assortment of blue and white Chinese styled clothing with two large red ribbons to keep her signiture pig-tails in place.
With the trolley's engines getting warmed up and the driver seated up front getting ready to start rolling, Hotaru reaches up to make sure her left ribbon is tight as it felt like it might be coming loose. Over in over in her mind, she reminds herself to simply do her best, and not like the rather intimidating nature of her opponent get to her. It's just another fight, right? The belt being on the line isn't too much pressure for her, as simply winning it at all has been a highlight of her young fighting career. But that doesn't mean she isn't wary of the kind of brute force the famous boxer can bring to bear!
Let's be honest here, shall we? Bison doesn't give a damn about no 'warrior's belt'. Hell and damnation. He's already -been- a champ. A -world- champion. So to him, a belt like this... it's just kid stuff. So then, why'd he challenge for it? Probably because he -does- kind of give a damn... he'd just never let himself admit it. But, in any case, he got his fight, and he'll be damned if he's gonna lose to this GIRL.
Don't nobody tell him that Hotaru is a terror, 'cuz his limited worldview just don't got room for it. That alley for the fighters is just barely wide enough for Bison; he shakes the trolley as he stamps on, his boxing boots laced firmly, gloved hands clenching, making the leather creak. Glancing over to one side, he sees the tourists... and sneers.
"You folks gotta be crazy. You un'stan'? I ain't holdin' nothin' back so you best hope y'all safe over there..." It isn't a threat so much as a statement for now.
For now, anyways. Bison's piggish, dark-eyed gaze suddenly zeroes in on Hotaru. Hotaru Futaba. She's kind of a legend in SNF--she's capable of some damn crazy things, that's for sure. And now, see? Now he intends to break her. He'd heard that she had a connection to a certain Interpol agent... "Hope ya boyfriend's watchin', girlie. Or maybe he shouldn't." The big man sneers, then slams a fist into the side of the trolley. "C'MON! LET'S GET THIS PARTY GOIN'!!!"
The narrow space in which to fight is of obvious concern to the younger fighter. Freedom to move about and take to the air with backflips, forward flips, and just down right seeming like a flighty bird at times has certainly been a primary component of her core fighting style. And then the officials go and make her face off against someone like Bison in an enclosed trolley like this? It seems she'll need to put her speed to use in different ways than gaining distance against this guy.
The large fighter doesn't look all that comfortable in the space provided either, admittedly. Probably far more at home in a ring than some narrow, straight line for him to function. On the bright side for Bison, he doesn't have to worry about his opponent getting away too easily. The girl glances at the seated passangers as Bison addresses them. She does have to admit he's right on one point. Those people /are/ crazy. While she'd do her best to avoid hurting them, chi blasts do go astray at times!
The girl glances up, evaluating the available space between Bison's head and the ceiling. It's not much. And then her attention returns to the previous champion boxer himself as he brings up Jiro, provoking a blink of surprise followed by a faint smile, "Perhaps." she answers equivocally, making it not even particularly clear to which of his statements she was responding.
Bison punches into the side of the trolley's metal frame and the whole vehicle cants to the side a little, eliciting gasps of surprise from the clearly eager-to-die tourists along for the ride. Hotaru's hand extends out to the side to steady herself on one of the verticle support bars going down the middle of the tram and then exhales softly. The guy with the giant fists wants to get things started. Best to accommodate him, right?
Bringing her hands up together in front of her, Hotaru offers him a polite bow of respect, not expecting any kind of reciprocation. "I'm ready then. Let's begin." And with that the girl is on the offense, not waiting for Bison to come trap her in the corner but rather sprinting forward to meet him before then. A drop into a crouch is accomplished when she gets near before she springs up toward his right side, trying to hook her left arm around his neck in the process and swing in behind him.
The intent is quite clear and one she's pulled on other opponents that have dwarved her in the same way. Get in behind them and dangle from their neck, strangling them just a little to soften them up!
COMBATSYS: Hotaru has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Hotaru's Hantentou.
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Hotaru 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
The passengers--the rich and famous or just plain nuts--all laugh, not even nervously. Surely they're used to more polite fighters, the kind that -don't- threaten the audience members' well-beings. And really... this narrow space suits Bison's boxing style just fine, really, based as it is, heavily, on thrusting straight punches and not as much on sweeping hooks. Compact movement will aid him in this battle.
When he bangs the side of the trolley, that acts as a signal to the driver, and the trolleycar lurches off, the sights of the Business District (mostly skyscrapers and glass buildings) scrolling by, various windows lit up as hard-working folks keep at it.
Of course that also gives Hotaru the opportunity to start things off--but Bison isn't so big as to be completely immobile. He gets part of one glove up just as Hotaru's arm hooks, denying her the full purchase that she seeks; and, to his mind, she made a mistake, getting in close like this. Bison grins, wickedly, as he spins around, just as Hotaru should be landing, firing his right hand at her stomach twice, intending to punish her with two gut strikes, strikes meant to hurt.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru blocks M.Bison's Medium Punch.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 M.Bison
The moment the boxer gets his arm up in the way, Hotaru knows she's not got much hope in trying to overpower him with a strangle hold. Thus it is that she ends up swinging in behind Bison and letting go to drop down quickly. She's going to need to defend herself quickly. As her feet touch down, she turns her side toward the powerful punches. One leg comes up and instead of a gut check, she takes the first punch against her thigh. The force is enough to destroy her balance, however, sending her reeling backward, leaving her to defend the second punch with her arms.
The defensive reaction is jarring enough to get her to gasp, arms knocked aside as she stumbles back out of range of any potential third strike. Well, now she knows that those arms that look to be made out of pure steel aren't fake, and it's clear that his striking speed is possitively dangerous. She's going to have to try and stay a bit hard to hit if she hopes to contend with that kind of power. Gritting her teeth, the girl has far from given up yet as she attempts to strike back.
Perhaps thinking to avoid getting in that close a second time like he would probably prefer, Hotaru takes two steps forward, draws her leg up, and then kicks out hard, driving her shoe-clad toe toward his gut. As she pulls her foot back her other leg bends as she quickly attempts to drop into an extremely low crouching position that might find her a bit harder to strike with those murderous punches of his. "YA!"
COMBATSYS: Hotaru successfully hits M.Bison with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Hotaru 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 M.Bison
... gutkicked. Bison actually stumbles backwards from the toekick to the gut. His expression is a mixture of brief pain, surprise... and dislike. So, she's gonna try and work him like that, is she? Well, she certainly did a lot more damage than he was expecting... but henh. Well. If she thinks that staying low is going to help her... Bison actually continues his stumble backwards a few more steps--and then on the last step he plants his right heel.
And then he shoots forward. He doesn't have too far to go, in fact--barely enough time to drop his own body weight low, drawing his right fist back, to roar, as he approaches Hotaru once more, planting his feet, at the last moment, transferring all that movement forward into his right fist, sending it on a forward trajectory aimed at punching Hotaru right off her feet--right around gut level on the crouched girl.
They -always- think they can get him with the being low and stuff... like he ain't learned a trick or two himself, in his time...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Hotaru with Dash Straight.
- Power hit! -
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The kick connects and Hotaru drops into her crouch, arms out her sides for balance. Of course she doesn't intend to stay there for long, hoping it just buys her a moment of the veteran fighter's time to adjust to the new angle so that she can come up with something else. If she can keep him guessing just enough, she might be able to wear him down gradually like she managed with Hayato after all.
Bison retaliates swiftly and Hotaru reacts by springing out of her crouch in an attempt to make it over him and slip behind him again to force him to keep turning around to keep up with her, but the punch comes too swiftly and Hotaru ends up being struck directly in the stomach the same moment she no longer has any traction. The outcome is much as one might expect under such unfavorable circumstances as the small Kenpo artist is slammed back hard, cracking back against the plastic barrier that keeps the driver protected from the mayhem.
Sliding down to her feet, her suddenly pale complexion has her looking rather ill, both of her hands pressing against her stomach as she looks ready to just collapse right then and there after one clean blow, but a moment later she stands up a bit straighter, turning her left side toward Bison, her right hand slipping out to her side. Hoping, perhaps, to stall again, her right arm flares to life with a quite visible blue aura. Turning forward, the girl swings out, unleashing a small blue projectile of concussive force directly for Bison's chest. "HA!"
COMBATSYS: M.Bison dodges Hotaru's Hakki Shou.
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Hotaru 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
Aaaaah yeah. That had to leave a mark. Bison's grinning, nastily, when he throws Hotaru back against the plastic divider keeping her from the driver, with that punch. That was... yeah. Okay, so he's not quite right in the head--is that a surprise, really? I mean the man punches elephants in his spare time for godsakes, that's not normal. Even with that, though, he's still got his wits about him.
"Uh-uh, girlie," he says, with a wicked, all-too-evil grin in his tone as he sideslips that flaring blue projectile, ducking forward underneath it. The duck-step isn't quite enough to bring him in range of the girl, even with his long reach... that chi blast probably just blew a hole in the back of the car, sending the wind sounds spiking higher; tourists's clothes are being ripped at now, by the wind, and now Bison'll have to shout to make himself heard.
"Maybe you better try again, girlie!" he shouts, stnading there with his feet planted, his grin mocking, as he pounds his fists together, once, twice, three times... then beckons. "C'mon and HIT ME!" he roars, into the screaming sound of the wind.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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Hotaru 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 M.Bison
The wind rushing through the trolley in the wake of her having added a custom window to the back of it whips the girl's pig-tails over her shoulders. Having failed to hit him is less important than simply stalled him for a moment, buying more valuable time inw hich to try and figure out how to contend with the likes of him. He demands she come strike him and while she isn't one for being goaded, she also knows she really has no choice but to continue to try and hit him if she's going to make any headway.
Her color is slowly working its way back into her face after the crushing punch into her stomach even if the feeling of being sick isn't passing. Her lips draw tight as she tries to focus on doing her best and avoid the fear that's settling in at how hard Bison is capable of striking her. If she can but avoid being hit again, perhaps she can still fare okay. She waits a split second before at last darting forward, going low again due to the lack of really having much verticle clearance to work with.
Slipping into a low stance again, the girl kicks her legs out, twisting onto her side, trying to get one foot up behind Bison's knee and her other foot attempting to yank his other ankle out from beneath him with a swift but sturdy nudge. The intent is clearly a leg takedown meant to drop the large fighter to the floor. Perhaps as a boxer, dealing with trips and tumbling is less his forte... Though thus far he's proven to be rather apt at dealing with everything else she thought he might not be the best at, she has to keep trying options to find out!
COMBATSYS: Hotaru successfully hits M.Bison with Medium Throw.
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Well! Bison wasn't expecting that--the kenpoist surely is... slippery. Bison flails almost comically when he's taken down--having thought to brace he legs against it and thus put Hotaru out of position again, instead, the young kenpoist will have to scramble to make sure that Bison doesn't -land- on her. Of course, whether he does or not, what his little pratfall -does- get...
... is laughter. From the audience. And so maybe he doesn't even notice whether he's squashed Hotaru 'neath his weight when he shoots back to his feet, his eyes wide, vibrating, -angry-. "DON'T YOU LAUGH AT ME!!!" he roars and well, well he looks just about mad enough to actually put the hurt on some of these people--even as they shrink back, their laughter dying in their throats. Hotaru may have to work fast to get the Raging Bull to focus on her again, rather than the nice paying customers who just found inopportune humor in a big man's fall. Because...
... he's reaching for one of the support pipes that run down the center length of the trolley, and he is certain to be strong enough to rip it out...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Hotaru with Light Punch.
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And this is why Bison's antics are best observed from a safe distance rather than up close and personal. Not that Hotaru has much say in the matter as the towering fighter comes falling down toward her. Thinking quickly to try and take advantage of the opportunity this might provide, the girl braces herself, curling up a bit tighter so that she can spring back out of the incoming compression with effective retaliation.
That doesn't end up working so hot as Bison proves to be a lot more crushing force than she had anticipated, squishing Hotaru against the floor. Compared to the practically life threatening blow she weathered thus far, however, she isn't too bad off as the boxer springs back to his feet, leaving her a chance to recover. She could back off and try for something else right about then, but for now Hotaru seems intent on pressing the attack. Bison is distracted and threatening to bludgeon the voluntarily captive audience upside the head a few times, so there's plenty of reasons to stay on the offense to be certain.
Rolling onto her feet into a crouch, the girl decides to put everything on the line with the strongest combination she can muster - a chance to smash into Bison with all the chi she can muster at once. "Your fight is with me," she murmurs softly, providing at least, perhaps, a minor token warning rather than just completely blindsiding the champion fighter.
One leg slips out in front of her, giving her a little bit of leverage to spring off of, and then she goes for it, attempting to crush Bison's side with a chi laced flip kick strong enough to possibly crush his guard and leave him open to the rest of the girl's rather distinct signiture technique!
COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Ten-shou Ranki from Hotaru with Buffalo Head.
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Hotaru 0/-------/-----==|=======\======-\1 M.Bison
The reaction is instinctive--that's almost all Bison is now, a creature of instinct. He can feel the chi build up behind him--something he couldn't put a name to, or even think about on a conscious level--but he can feel it. And his reaction is just as instinctive as anything else.
He lunges forward. The intent is to simply headbutt Hotaru out of the way--to put her DOWN--and then get to the real business. To smash these fools who are laughing at him. (Well, they're not laughing anymore.) But she proves to be just fast enough to strike him with that chi-laced kick--his headbutt whiffs and he's left open!
And the passengers are starting to bail, the trolley slowing to let the less-adventurous ones hop off without taking too much of a fall.
His guard left open, Hotaru wastes no time springing for the chance to continue her assault, her feet bracing against the ceiling of the trolley as she completes her flip, before she springs back down into Bison with a shoulder ram just strong enough to finish toppling the large fighter to the alleyway of the vehicle on his back. Landing in a kneeling position on his stomach, the much smaller fighter plants her hands against his chest as she draws heavily from the world around her.
It's just as well people are starting to escape the rolling deathtrap, because things are about to get a lot more explosive as a visible sphere of blue energy builds up around the girl, vibrant orange-red forking energy coursing over the surface of it. "aaaaaaaAAAAAAAH!" Hotaru exclaims, using every bit of strength she has to keep the building chi bomb under control.
When she can hope to make it any bigger without losing control of the pent up power, she release the sphere to collapse back in on her, chi channeling down her arms and blasting directly into Bison's chest, resulting in a final, invisible blastwave out from the two fighters that blasts out most of the windows on the damaged trolley. "KYAA!" A wearied sigh escapes the Kenpo artist's lips as she starts to push herself up from Bison before Hotaru finally punches down hard against his stomach and attempts to hop back out of range from any further retaliation!
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Hotaru's Quick Punch.
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Now that, that he wasn't expectin' either. Despite the pain, Bison starts laughing--uproariously--as she punches him at the end of all that. "Damn girl, you a firecracker. I bet that boy Jiro always worryin'..." Seems like that attack was enough to snap him back to semi-sanity, at least, as he flexes muscles and gets back to his feet. "Now listen girl. I ain't gonna lose to the likes o' you. So do yourself a favor." He pauses, for a moment, then shakes his head. "Naw, don't. I'm gonna hit you as hard as I can."
And he really is, too; that punch to his stomach wasn't much, but it was enough to get him focused for a moment, and he grins. No chi-buildup here--just pure physical strength, as he suddenly rushes the blue-haired girl, his right fist--his dominant fist--cocked back and ready to plunge forward in what should be a fight-ending attack. The man truly holds nothing back, no matter his opponent...
... so unless Hotaru is lucky, this -should- be the end of the fight... at least, that's what Bison is thinking, see... this should be -it-...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Hotaru with Gigaton Blow.
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He's out to end the fight with a punch to end it all and while Hotaru watches the large fighter get back to his feet, and regards him warily, she has no idea how fast the incoming punch is going to be. Trapped in the narrow confines of what's left of the rather damaged trolley, she has limited room to work with when Bison comes at her again. Given that she's contending with a single punch rather than a combination, her one hope is to try and slip around his fist and perhaps catch him off guard with an in close attack.
But the red fist comes flying at her like a speeding piston, and though she turns to the side to try and follow through with her attempt at avoiding him, he smashes into her cheek with full strength all the same. The power behind the punch takes the small fighter clean off her feet, driving Hotaru into the plastic barrier hard enough to send spiderweb cracks stretching out over its surface. That isn't the only cracking sound, however, as the blinding pain in her shoulder bespeaks of another injury she's going to be nursing after this match it seems.
With vision fading fast, the girl stumbles off of the dented plastic barrier, heading back for Bison for another attack. Driven on by pain induced adrenaline, she attempts to catch him with the one attack that seemed to affect him much at all out of everything she tried, though that depends on him falling for it a second time, of course. Ignoring the popping noises in her neck, young Futaba slides in low for one more flip kick, one more surge of chi to try and smash the man back to the floor. Failure to connect would have her simply landing right back where she started roughly, hitting hard on her back and no longer moving.
COMBATSYS: Hotaru can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Hotaru's Ten-shou Ranki.
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Bison's fist just about got buried into the trolley's barrier--in fact, it's -stuck- there, for a moment, until he rips it free, jagged shards of plastic ripping the tough leather of his boxing glove. "Huh," he says, half to himself, before turning--just in time to see Hotaru coming with another flippy, kicky, chi-y thing. (Is that like Taco Bell's crunchy cheesy meaty trio?) But this time, he's not enraged--in fact, the strikes that Hotaru -did- land are starting to take their toll.
That flipping, chi-laced kick sears into his arms as Bison simply covers up behind a peekaboo block; it drives his back into the shattered plastic shield, but he's aware enough to be able to get out of the way of the falling Hotaru. Lucky for her she lands -in- the trolley.. and that Bison doesn't feel any particularly -special- animosity towards her. (Yet.)
He slams his fist into the side of the trolley again, making the driver jump, and calls back to the man, "Aight, stop this thing at the next bar. I need a goddamn drink." A drink or five, actually. That girl didn't hit him much but she -hurt-... and that's no lie. The SNF officials? The belt? They can -mail- it to him, he thinks, as he hops off the trolley, not considering exactly how he's going to grip a drink in his big boxing-gloved paws.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:43:23 05/23/2008 by M.Bison, and last modified on 19:16:06 05/27/2008.