Description: Poison vs Terry WITH THE FATE OF THE NEO LEAGUE HANGING IN THE BALANCE ( someone who is not GLaDOS forgot to score this one when it was submitted. That person who is not GLaDOS is sorry. )
It's a bad time of night in a bad part of Metro City.
"Yeah, well, Katana's out of town, /bitch/, so /I'm/ in charge around here," Poison snarls, looming over her victim. "And when /I'm/ in charge, /you/ had better -- /have/ -- /my/ -- /MONEY/!" With every percussive burst of a word, Poison plays a syncopating rhythm by stomping her foot on the pretty but damaged woman curled into the fetal position below her, high heels cutting flesh and tearing tight spandex and fake fur.
That no one speaks up -- not any of the other prostitutes surrounding them, nor any of the people who can be seen watching from windows above -- shows just how desensitized the area has become to the likes of Mad Gear. Poison beating up a hooker? Barely even warrants a cop call.
As the attacked girl mewls and sobs incoherently, Poison squints at the rest of the girls, taking the wad of collected bills and tucking it into her top. "Well, what are the rest of you waiting for, an invitation to work?!"
Just then, around the corner, a giant 1980's style news van peels out. "Mobile Neo League unit --- go!" In the back, locked inside of an improvised SWAT cage is none other than Terry Bogard. Wearing a pair of high tech handcuffs, but otherwise looking well treated, he still seems pretty pissed. The van throws its emergency break and power skids up to the curb, where the rear doors automatically pop open. Terry gets up, stumbling out of the van and making a desperate break for freedom. His shackles automatically fall off with a click, the heavy alloy mechanism clattering on the ground around his Chucks. "Woah... I'm free!"
"Not yet, Terry Bogard," a PA voice announces from the bullet-proof and tinted-window-sporting van. "First you must continue your path through the Neo-League!"
"Shit," Terry mutters, adjusting his cap and narrowing his eyes at Poison, his apparent opponent.
COMBATSYS: Terry has started a fight here.
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Terry 0/-------/-------|
SOME TIME AGO
Poison receives mail explaining the new Mobile Neo League roving surprise-fight policies.
She throws the letter in the trash, unopened, and goes to watch Maury ('My daughter's obsessed with Ryu!') while on the treadmill.
NOW
"What the--" Poison says, turning and facing the noisy, obtrusive van and the stumbling fighter that emerges. "For real?" The prostitutes scatter, taking cover to watch, or assuming the van is the cops and just plain running for it.
Poison cracks her neck, strutting toward Terry. "Yeah, well, I guess if you're looking for a fight, baby," she says, adjusting her own signature hat, "you came to the right part of town -- but you picked the wrong bitch to play with."
COMBATSYS: Poison has joined the fight here.
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Terry 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Poison
"You're no good to the community," Terry tells it like it is, laying down the worst insult he knows off hand as he punches one gloved hand into the opposite palm menacingly. "Normally, I don't like jump kicking girls -- but I'll make an exception for you!" Quite unpredictably, Terry launches into a jump kick aimed squarely for Poison's artificially-enhanced chest. "HUAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Poison with Medium Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Terry 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Poison
Poison steels herself as Terry makes the first move, about to make some snappy comment back at him as she digs her heels in to try and deflect his assault -- except it doesn't quite go as planned, when the kick strikes her dead in the jaw instead. Knocked onto her shoulders, the interim leader of Mad Gear spits up a glob of blood and probes her teeth with her tongue for a moment, making sure none of the new ones are loosened. "The community," Poison says, her bullwhip -- which had been hanging from the back of her shorts -- at the ready, "needs what /I/ can give it -- a lot more than they need another punch-drunk drifter!" Poison snaps the whip out while still on the ground, trying to snag Terry's ankle and slam him down to the pavement.
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Terry with Trip 'n Whip.
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Terry 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Poison
Terry raises his arm, trying to catch Poison's kinky whip around his forearm -- but to no avail. He's yanked from his feet quite suddenly, slamming hard onto the ground on his back and writhing in pain. "Argh!" He gasps, lifting one fist and aiming it at the length of whip snared about his ankle. "ROUND WAVE!" He howls, firing off a shotgun blast of chi from his fist, trying to snap the whip and blast back Poison so that he can regain his footing.
COMBATSYS: Poison dodges Terry's Round Wave.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Poison
Poison releases the whip and rolls out of the way, taking cover by a beat-up Honda while she get back to her feet and adjusts her absolutely impractical shoes. "Do you always yell out what you're doing like that?" she snorts. "Not a very effective way of fighting. Here, let me show you --" Poison flicks open her switchblade, and hurls it toward Terry. "KNIFE THROW!"
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges Poison's Knife Throw.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Poison
Terry does the splits, slapping the ground with one palm as the knife sails through where his sternum once was, striking the wooden door of the pawn shop behind him with a nice solid THUNK. "Can't believe you're trying to shank people in a Neo-League fight," Terry says, with geniune disappointment in his voice. "It's called ki-ai, man," he says, springing back up to his feet and charging Poison. "It doesn't work when you do it -- because you gotta do it -- /with feeling/---" He sprints so fast the world starts to disintegrate into speedlines. He does a short hop, kicking off of the reinforced door of some pimp's Hummer, parkouring him higher into the air in his mad dash to close the distance to Poison. Hefting his fist over his head, it is quickly wrapped in a sheathe of burning martial arts energy. "POWER DUNK!!" He shouts, a thunderclap bouncing between the fronts of the buildings on either side of the street. A car alarm goes off before Terry's fist even has a chance to connect.
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Poison with Power Dunk.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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Terry 0/-------/----===|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
BOOM.
Poison is smashed backward into the air, flying like some sort of flailing ragdoll until she lands with a violent CRUNCH on a car's roof.
A block away, that is.
She doesn't stop there, either -- Poison slams into the car's roof so violently that she bounces, hitting another car's trunk so hard that it pops open, and then after bouncing again, smashes through the windshield of a pickup truck, one leg sticking out from the shattered pane as the rest of her is crumpled on the pickup's floor.
"Uugghgh," Poison groans, crawling out of the cab, bloody and battered, and flopping onto the pavement uselessly. It's then that she looks up and sees the trunk she popped open -- some rental car from Avis, but busting the truck like that revealed just what a rental car is doing in a bad part of Metro at this time of night.
The cameras cannot see what exactly she does when she huddles over the open trunk, but she comes up more energized, and rubbing her nose with the back of her hand a lot.
COMBATSYS: Poison gains composure.
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Terry 0/-------/----===|=======\======-\1 Poison
Terry charges forward, chasing Poison even as she tumbles over the car. Raising his fist over his shoulder, he lets out a tremendous shout as he punches -through- the car, causing the ghetto cruiser to peel straight down the middle with a wretched screech of metal. Terry's flaming fist punches through the rear window of the car and right into Poison's face, hoping to kill her buzz faster than it's ever been killed before!
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Poison with Power Charge.
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Terry 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Terry certainly comes close -- as the car explodes around him, his fist connects with Poison so hard that she's launched backward into the grill of the pickup that she just took a dive into, hitting it so hard that the truck actually /moves/, its back tires pushing up onto and slightly squashing the convertible behind it.
Somehow not crippled -- or at least not aware of it yet -- Poison lurches forward, taking a sharp swing at Terry, although she's so bleary-eyed and visibly dazed that the momentum of the punch carries her right toward the ground on her own.
COMBATSYS: Poison keeps on fighting!
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Terry 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
COMBATSYS: Poison has reached second wind!
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Terry 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
COMBATSYS: Terry interrupts Power Strike from Poison with Rising Tackle.
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Terry 0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Terry walks forward with determination, the ruins of the flaming car burning apocalyptically behind him. The brim of his hat is lowered, covering his eyes as he stalks forward at an inevitable pace towards Poison. As the cranked-out gangster tries to land a punch, Terry seems to evaporate -- her knuckles barely touching his cheek before he ducks down, then immediately launches back up -- his heel pointed straight up and under Poison's chin, his entire body launching skyward. A whipcrack sound snaps across the brutalized streets as Terry launches upward.
Poison is dragged into the air with Terry with a loud cry, the smashing impact of his blow so vicious that it looks nearly murderous. Poison tumbles to the ground after, rolling on the pavement as she tries to will her beaten body to rise. "Nnng," she groans, "Nnnaaaah!"
Finally, shuddering, Poison lurches to her feet, gripping a trash can for support. "Not again! I'm not losing -- to you -- again!" Poison screams, sounding delirious and looking like she can barely focus her eyes, as she hurls the trash can at Terry.
COMBATSYS: Poison has reached third wind!
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Terry 0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges Poison's Large Thrown Object.
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Terry 0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Terry keeps his fists tucked close to his just, lunging to one side quickly and doging the tossed trash can, which clatters noisily against the steps of a tenement building behind him. Terry scowls intently as it seems Poison just won't stay down -- god damn the drugs they have on the streets these days. Just thinking about the Poison-ous influence this woman has a city like Metro City makes Terry's eyes fill with do-gooder rage -- which quickly sends veins of righteous chin swirling through his clothes. "If you know what's good for you -- YOU'LL STAY DOWN!" Punching his searing fist into the concrete, the asphalt under Poison's heels suddenly swells before exploding into a cloud of red-hot chunks of black tar.
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Poison with Power Geyser.
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Terry 0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
The road beneath Poison bursts as she advances toward Terry, once again launching the Mad Gear vixen into the air, causing her to backflip as she's scorched by burning tar, black smears staining her body and what little of her clothes exist. She lands again, in a heap, sputtering and incoherent, and with little fanfare, suddenly throws up onto the broken asphalt.
"Not... gonna... be... that... easy..." Poison gasps, forcing herself to her feet once again into a staggering, wobbly lurch, and dashing toward Terry, to try and baseball-slide his shins out from under him.
COMBATSYS: Poison has reached fourth wind!
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Terry 0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges Poison's Light Kick.
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Terry 0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Terry frowns as Poison gets back up -- again -- to menace him. Doing a somersault over Poison's kick, he quickly spins around on the heels of his Chucks with a squeak to face his opponent again. Realizing that this is quickly becoming a fight of endurance -- no matter how hard he hits Poison, she won't stay down -- he punches his fists together, lowering his head and sending his chi aura dancing out around him
COMBATSYS: Terry gathers his will.
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Terry 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
And as Terry gathers his chi, Poison gathers herself, finding her hat on the ground and putting it back on as she climbs to her feet. "Hey, lover," she says, unable to keep from drooling blood when she talks, which kills some of the attempted coquettishness of her tone. "Didn't anyone ever tell you -- it's /rude/ to ignore a lady after getting /physical/ with her?" Her leg comes up, sailing toward Terry in a high arc, trying to catch the side of his head through the bright chi.
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Terry with Heavy Kick.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Terry 0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Terry is snapped out of his focused meditation with a kick across his jaw, causing him to double over in a spray of saliva, blood and sweat. He doesn't fall, though -- steadying himself with one hand on the ground, he pushes back up, trying to box Poison in the ear and rattle her brains for the last time.
COMBATSYS: Poison dodges Terry's Fierce Punch.
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Terry 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Poison is granted a twitchy bonus by her pharmaceutical pick-me-up, and as Terry swings, she ducks under it, weaving and keeping her arms up. Poison's a fair boxer, for someone who's taught herself mostly through using homeless people as punching bags; as she evades Terry's punch, she tries to lunge forward and hammer her own fist into his breadbasket. "Don't worry, baby," she purrs as she gets in close, "I'm not gonna bite unless you pay extra."
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Poison's Quick Strike.
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Terry 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Terry raises a sinewy forearm, blocking Poison's strike with a thud and a wince. "Pfff," Terry snorts at Poison's nasty-talk. "Like I have any money!!" He blurts, spinning into a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick. Yet, Terry's jeans don't have special spandex vents built into them... /curious/.
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Poison with Light Kick.
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Terry 1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
The roundhouse kick hits Poison right above the ear, knocking her sideways as she gasps, blinking rapidly from the impact scrambling her brain nearly as much as the drugs. A glinting thing on the ground catches her attention, and she slumps, leaning against a car that's been overturned in the chaos. "Y'know... y'know, maybe you're right," she says, wiping her mouth a lot between sentence fragments. "Maybe you're right, Terry, I -- maybe. It's just, you know, I come from a bad situation, I never had anyone to, to, to, to put me on the straight and narrow, you know, teach me morals and stuff." Poison's hand fumbles around on the ground, obscured by the car. "So that's why I do stuff like this." Suddenly surging back upward, Poison hurls her retrieved switchblade before slumping over the car's upturned front tire.
COMBATSYS: Poison has reached fifth wind!
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Terry 1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Poison's Knife Throw.
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Terry 1/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Terry swats away the hurled knife with the back of one gloved hand, sending it clattering into the gutter -- but not before scratching his forearm. Eyeing the red line that appears, he doesn't seem too happy about it, but it's hardly putting him out of the fight, either. "I have a feeling," he says hoarsely, wiping his mouth. "That whenever whatever you're /jacked up/ on starts to fade... You're gonna pass out like a light," he says with a smirk. "So you wanna play this game? Fine. Just see how you deal with someone... Who's got a /natural/ high." He suddenly straightens up and plants his fists on his hips, beaming a winning smile at Poison.
COMBATSYS: Terry gathers his will.
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Terry 1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Poison doesn't reply, because she's already crashed. She remains slumped forward on that front tire, breathing heavily, head down.
COMBATSYS: Poison drops Poison's guard to recover.
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Terry 1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Terry walks cautiously, but confidently, up to Poison. Snorting in two lungfuls of air, he raises one arm over his head, stroking downward and collapsing into a crouch as he attempts a brutal -- and perhaps merciful -- elbow strike to the back of Poison's head.
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Terry's Fierce Punch.
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Terry 1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
"Huh?" Poison says as Terry's thundering footsteps rouse her -- just in time for her to throw her arm up to block the blow with her bicep. A disgusting purple blotch of a bruise immediately rises, and the force of the impact is enough to send Poison tumbling to the ground anyway, dizzy and now nearly crippled in one arm. "Uuggh," she says, "I don't feel so good... so... let's... make this... /quick/!" Poison tries to lunge upward into a clumsy tackle, to force Terry to the ground with her.
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges Poison's Random Strike.
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Terry 1/--=====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Terry lurches to the side, catching Poison's forehead in one palm, pushing back and keeping her tackle from going anywhere. "If... you say so, lady!" He snarls, gripping her head tightly before trying to shove it into a nearby mailbox with all of his might. "BUSTER THROW!!"
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Poison with Buster Throw.
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Terry 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Poison
Poison is smashed into the mailbox, denting it so deeply that no one will be able to get their mail for a few days. Thanks, Terry. How Poison is even /alive/ is something that Neo League fans will no doubt debate over the next few weeks, but for now, the fact remains that she's still kicking. "You're... a really... lousy date," Poison gurgles as she pulls herself free of the metal box, trying to feebly mule-kick Terry in the junk as she does so.
COMBATSYS: Poison can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Terry interrupts Light Kick from Poison with Power Wave.
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Terry ducks down, Poison's mule kick clipping his ear. Frustrated and not really sure if Poison is going to stay down or not, he punches the ground, hammering her from behind with another way of chi energy. "POWER WAVE!!" He bellows, the blast ripping the mailbox from its moorings and sending letters scattering everywhere like oh so much party confetti.
So too is Poison scattered, crashing through a second-floor window of an apartment building. Though screaming and panic can be heard inside, none of it sounds like Poison's, and after she pointedly does not emerge for a minute or so, some Neo League EMTs hut-hut-hut into the building to retriever her.
Terry grabs one of the Neo League corporate officials elbows as he goes jogging by. "Hey, man," he says, annoyance creeping into his normally "it's all good, bro" tone of voice. "I can't believe the Neo League is letting dopers compete in their matches! This is bullshit! You need to start running a cleaner operation or I'm blowing the whistle on this thing, you got me?"
"W-Well, uh, M-Mister Bogard s-sir," the official says, intimidated by the fighter even though he probably has enough money to find a way to legally buy and sell him, "it's not the place of the Neo League to judge, uh, to judge, that is, unconventional fighting tactics, uh, we don't, we don't for example take exception to the unfair advantage that using, er, chi, or psycho power, might give, uh..."
Terry shoves the guy away. "Whatever. Doped up or not," he adjusts his cap, "They're all just doggie treats for the Hungry Wolf. AWOOOOO! Ha ha!" He struts off, kicking the Neo League van in the tire before he ducks down an alley.
"There goes a great man," the official says with his hand over his heart, as Poison is wheeled by, on a stretcher and hooked up to a breathing mask.
Log created on 03:11:57 11/21/2008 by Poison, and last modified on 23:54:55 01/16/2009.