Description: Team Fatal Fury... EXPLODES! (Winner: Terry)
An ambulance flashes its lights at the top of the river bed. Smoke curls from its mangled hood, having rammed right into a light post. A few orderlies are frantically wondering what to do. And the gurney that rolled out of the back when the doors open sits, upended, against the barrier meant to keep people from falling down the slope of the river bed. Which doesn't really work for people in body casts.
Riding with Terry as he was transported to a more local hospital away from Germany, Mai was in the back of the ambulance, and now she's running down the graffiti-covered slope, the stone sides of the river bed marked with tracks from where young racers have tried to go sideways while burning rubber. "TERRY!" Mai calls, looking around, trying to see where her friend fell. "TER-REEEEEEE!"
"Wh--whu'??" Terry's blue eyes flash open inside of the surrounding face cast when he's stirred to consciousness by the sudden violent shaking of the ambulance. "WHAAAAAAA!" He yells in muffled horror as his own gurney tips out the back, his morphine IV popping out of his arm with a squirt of blood and opiate fluid. Terry pinwheels down the embankment before smashing into a concrete pillar supporting a rail bridge, his body cast exploding in a cloud of plaster dust. He lies on the ground in the fetal position, occasionally twitching -- completely nude except for bits of plaster sticking to his unwashed skin.
Meanwhile, above, the Ferrari that ran the ambulance off the road peels out... and the Neo League producers watching in a van clink their martinis together. "With Terry injured, we'll clean up on all the people who bet on him over Mai," one says. "Who said you can't make money off of this dumb tournament?"
"Well, we do get paid quite a bit," the other says, shrugging.
"Yeah," the first one snorts, "in /BISON BUCKS/. Pff."
BELOW
Neo League cameramen advance. One throws a pair of sweatpants at Terry. Mai looks around, confused, but quickly twigs to what's going on. "Terry--!" she says. "Was faking a severe skull injury just a ruse to give me a Neo League match against you /for my birthday/?!" Mai clutches her hands to her chest, greatly touched by the gesture she assumes actually happened. "You're so thoughtful! I've always wanted to try my hand against the Legendary Wolf -- I just could never say so, because I didn't want Andy to get jealous! Okay, Terry, let's go!"
Mai assumes her fighting stance!
COMBATSYS: Mai has started a fight here.
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Mai 0/-------/-------|
Miraculously, Terry rises to his feet on trembling legs. "What'... Neo-League... Is that today... Tell 'em... tell 'em I have AIDS..." He waves a hand at the cameramen when the sweatpants smack him in the chest, knocking him back a bit. He frowns and instinctively puts them on, as this is not the first time strangers have donated pants and insisted that he wear them. Pulling some sticky bits of plaster, hair and dead skin from his chest, he blinks a few times, trying to focus his eyes on Mai. He instinctively raises his fists.
COMBATSYS: Terry has joined the fight here.
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Terry 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mai
"AIDS? What? Terry, making fun of the most lethal disease epidemic the world's ever faced is kind of a rough chuckle," Mai frowns. "What would /Elena/ say, if she were here?" Still, Mai is not swayed from her fighting stance, although she blushes heavily at the moment between Terry standing up and putting his pants on. Sure, she looks like a total ho, but she's pretty chaste when it comes to men who aren't Andy.
With Terry up, Mai dashes forward, using ninja mental techniques to put out of her mind how totally gross the river bed is. Her feet splack and splock as she runs in the shallow, cool mud, and then suddenly she lifts into the air, spinning to try and tag Terry with a quick jump kick. "CHA-AA!"
COMBATSYS: Mai successfully hits Terry with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Terry 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Mai
Terry is struck square in the chest with Mai's jump-kick, going right through whatever defense he was trying to muster and knocking him flat on his back. "OOOF!" He wheezes, eyes screwed shut with pain as his entire body writhes with the impact. He squirms for a few moments before rolling onto his knees and slowly, laboriously, getting back to his feet. Raising his fists to chest-level again in a square boxer's stance, he lunches an awkward chest-punch at Mai.
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Mai with Medium Punch.
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Terry 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Mai
Pow. The punch strikes soft tissue -- that is, the abundant amount of it on Mai's chest. "Ow!" she yipes, scrambling backward. "What the hell, Terry, I'm like almost engaged to your brother and you punched me in the /boob/!" She clutches her chest, offended by this turn of events. "You'd better pray Andy doesn't find out you did that, or he'll -- he'll -- he'd totally defend my honor, Terry Bogard, so you watch out!"
In the meantime, Mai is left to defend her own, as she produces a metal fan and throws it, the accessory snapping open as it whizzes through the air, forming a sharp disc that spins toward Terry.
COMBATSYS: Terry just-defends Mai's Kachou Sen!
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Terry 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Mai
Terry swats away Mai's fan with a quick swipe of one bandage-wrapped hand, sending the fan clattering to the ground. "Almost engaged?" Terry snorts, spitting out a loogie that is marbled with bright red blood. He wipes the back of a fist over his mouth. "I ain't believin' it until I get punched with a ring on that finger!" He whips one long leg at Mai, shimmering chi-power snaking around his leg mid-strike. "FAIAH KICK!" The leg of his sweatpant immediately incinerates in a puff of vaporized cotton poly-blend.
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Mai with Fire Kick.
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Terry 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Mai
Terry done done it now. When he makes fun of the most sacred cow in Mai's life -- her almost maybe kinda sorta eventual probable likely anticipated hopeful engagement to Andy Bogard. Her dark eyes widen with rage, and her dyed-auburn ponytail swishes as she shakes her head in anger. "YOU'D BETTER TAKE THAT GAHH UBNG" Mai is mid screech when Terry fire-kicks her right in the jaw, sending her spinning to the ground. She clutches her mouth. "You -- you melted my lipliner!" she says, astonished.
Pushing off of the ground and back to her feet, Mai is nonetheless undeterred. "You're not the only one who can play with fire, Terry!" She jumps toward him, and suddenly spins, her tails flashing in flame as she whips them toward Terry, their momentum carried by the heavy balls tied to their ends. "RYUUUUUUU ENBU!"
COMBATSYS: Mai successfully hits Terry with Ryuu Enbu.
- Power hit! -
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Terry 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Mai
Terry is smacked in the face with Mai's balls, causing him to recoil with the force and ingnanimity (is that a word?) of it all. He goes flying back, his cast-fresh body being scrubbed by flames before he slams into another concrete pillar with a heavy thud and crack snaking up the graffiti'd surface behind him. Terry slides down to a crouch, head hanging woozily between his knees. Cradling his temple with one bandaged hand, he pushes his head up, forcing himself to look at his opponent. Gasping for breath, he pulls one arm back, snapping it down into the ground in front of him and sending a pulse of blue-white force rushing across the ground towards Mai. "POWER /WAVE/!"
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Mai with Power Wave.
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Terry 1/-----==/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Mai
"AAAA-AAA!" Mai squawks as she tries to leap over the waves of energy, only for them to crest, catch her ankles, and send her spinning back to Earth. "Oof!" Mai shakes her head again while laying on one hip, clutching her forehead in her hand as she recovers. "Wow, I never knew you could give it to me this hard, Terry!" Gaining some semblance of a second wind, Mai is up and fighting again, suddenly snapping one leg up, deliberately missing Terry on the upstroke. "I can dish it out too, though!" And there's the downstroke, an attempt to axe-kick right into Terry's face.
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges Mai's Strong Kick.
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Terry 1/-----==/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Mai
Terry ducks one of Mai's meaty thighs with a grace and ease that he might indeed have learned from his brother, drunkenly bobbing to one side in a controlled manner. The vigor of the fight seems to be clearing Terry's head of the traces of painkillers the Germans had him doped up on, and he offers Mai a flicker of a grin. "Mai..." He says, his tone sincere as he lowers his fists. "Before we keep this up, gotta ask you one question..." He tilts his head to the side.
"ARE YOU OKAY?!?!?!?!!?"
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Mai with Buster Wolf+.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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Terry 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Mai
Mai leaps toward Terry -- and eats Buster Wolf. Hard.
She might as well be /exploded/ by the violent impact of the move as it blasts out of the ground, launching her diagonally into the air and sending her spinning end over end -- she does a complete 1080 before she finally lands, face down. "Buster... Wolf..." she whispers, lifting her head slightly. "So... cool..."
And then Mai's out.
COMBATSYS: Mai takes no action.
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Terry 0/-------/---====|
COMBATSYS: Mai can no longer fight.
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Terry 0/-------/---====|
Terry shakes his hand in the air, smoke hissing from his knuckles. "Oww," he mutters, blowing on his hand. "Uh, Mai," he says, stumbling towards her in his burned sweatpants.
"ACHTUNG!" The sound of rifles clicking their safeties off fills the air. Standing on the bridge overlooking the embankment are several German police troopers in full riot gear, their guns all pointed at Terry -- who looks 10 X extra homeless than he normally does, not to mention the fact that he's standing over a beaten and unconscious prostitute-seeming Japanese woman.
"Sprechen sie Englisch??" Terry asks in a strained tone.
Log created on 22:32:45 11/17/2008 by Mai, and last modified on 13:52:38 11/20/2008.