Description: The Elf Rebellion of 2008! Can Santa quell the rebellion led by his chief elf?!? Or in other words, can Bad Mike Bison hold his title belt against the vicious NESTS clone Kula Diamond?!? READ INSIDE TO FIND OUT (DKO)
Bitter, freezing cold. Frozen ice for as far as the eye can see. Dry, skin parching winds whipping sleet, ice, and frozen powder. What's not to like about that? Just about everything, really. Cameras have been set up outside, but the SNF crew themselves are huddled up in makeshift shelters with generator powered heaters off to the side. Only rugged, trained fighters can endure these horrible conditions! At least, that's the idea anyway.
Pushed into another title bout by the ever curious NESTS staff, Kula Diamond is forced once again to challenge the boxing beast, M.Bison. This time with a nice, pleasant seasonal twist. As she stands atop a particularly massive ice flow that is to be their staging for this match, she can't help but wonder why it is they get to just watch remotely while she has to be the one subjected to extreme conditions and extreme punchings. Why can't they be the ones to be on the line for once?
Obediant to the seasonal themed match, the young teen fighter is clad in green. A tunic-styled outfit is worn over a dark red body suit that covers every inch of her skin but for her face. A green hat with ringing bells at the long end of it rests atop her head as both it and her long, blue hair are whipped about fiercely by the wind. It isn't the warmest attire in the world, but she doesn't really seem to terribly affected by the bitter elements.
The girl's expression is impassive, crimson eyes gazing across the frozen wastes, listening to the crack of ever shifting ice beneath her feet. Once again to take on one of the world's strongest for a title that means nothing to her. Alex had asked if she knew what she really wanted. As she sighs softly, loosely hugging herself as she turns around once, she knows very much that it isn't /this/.
There are many, many places that Bison likes to fight in. Normally they are temperately-climated. And they're urban. That means wine, women, food... and more women. The North Pole? Picturesque... but not the best place to fight. For some reason, he's -actually- wearing a Santa outfit... such as it is. It's still cut to fit nicely on his body; he doesn't really have the belly, and he refused to wear a fake one, but otherwise, he's decked out in the white-trimmed, red suit with black boots and gloves. He even has the hat.
But despite the dress, he really is a Scrooge; the expression on his face speaks well to just how much he hates the cold. "Too damn cold," he growls, slapping his hands together to keep them warm.
"Aight..." He glares across the frozen tundra at Kula. "Let's get this over with, 'fore I need some bourbon to keep me warm." Bravado, but is it anything more? Bison hasn't been in a public fight in a few weeks... could he be rusty, or maybe uninterested in fighting? Or is it something else?
His boots, at least, have nice spikes in the soles, to help him keep traction--at least on the regular ice. Kula's special brand of ice is probably trickier. But he's not thinking about that.
It's cold. Cold enough that she can feel it. Her body, with its unique chi regulation as engineered by NESTS scientists, is capable of regulating temperature well enough that most extremes are easily shrugged off. This place is different. It goes beyond just being a wintery chilly location. It's as cold as death and if they're outside too long, that might just very well be what they get. Especially with this far less than ideal attire.
She breaths in again, silent as Bison ruminates upon his circumstances, watching the mountanous man carefully. This is another test. He served as an interesting benchmark for her capabilities half a year ago. Those who see to her training want to see how far she's come since then. And what better way to do so than issue another challenge?
"If you're bothered by the cold," she speaks up after a fairly long pause after he speaks, her arms resting at her sides as she stands in a completely relaxed stance, "This is the wrong fight for you." Ice whirls about her, much like always. Normally it comes from moisture frozen out of the atmosphere around the icy girl. But this time it's simply whipped up from the slick at her feet. Her hair flies out behind her or to the side, depending on the shifting currents not created by her for once.
She watches as he paces, identifying the sound of spikes crunching into the ice, providing him much needed traction. Good to know that she can't count on him slipping about uselessly once the action picks up. There goes one tactical option...
COMBATSYS: Kula has started a fight here.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Kula takes no action.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison'll agree with that; it's damned cold. If Kula is feeling the cold, then he certainly is, too. There's a telltale tremor, the first signs of the cold fingers starting to sink into his flesh... but he's stronger than the cold. Bison rips off the silly floppy hat, tossing it aside; despite being made of some relatively heavy materials, it seems to flutter as it sinks towards the frozen ground.
"Only thing I'm bothered by is some speck of a girl who thinks she can take my belt," he replies. If his body wasn't warm before, the harsh heat of his anger will surely see him through; already it's starting to build, power swelling in emotional form. He's quite accomplished at turning that emotional power into raw physical power, especially when it's his anger.
The hat lands, without a sound... or maybe there was one. But if there was, it's lost under the sound of Bison's big, booted feet, pounding the almost alien surface underneath him, crunching the ground as he puts himself into a headlong rush.r
"So I'm gonna END THIS FAST!!!" he shouts, as he closes in, aiming a big left straight punch right for Kula's head--one of his favorite targets.
COMBATSYS: Kula dodges M.Bison's Dash Straight.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
She certainly hasn't been the first to step up to try and wrest the mid-tier title belt from the American born battler. Time and time again he's been challenged and to date, no one has been able to get a clean victory. As he answers, however, the impassive girl stares back quietly, making no move of her own, crimson eyes glancing briefly at the discarded hat. She appears content to wait and see how he attacks. It will give her a feel for his mobility across the ice. It will allow her to see if he's being slowed down by the harsh conditions at all.
The answer comes swiftly as he drives at her, intending to pound his massive fist into her head: Not really much at all! A step back with her left foot allows her to pivot her entire body out of the way of the incoming, aggressive attack just in time to avoid a mid-ice collision. It was close, and as his arm passes through the space where her face was an instant prior, she gets a nice close glimpse at the tree-trunk thick muscles that power it. There's no forgetting the punishment he dished out in their last fight. She'll have to be fast.
"If you want to get this over with," she whispers just loud enough to be hard over the rush of wind and crushed ice, "I'll be happy to help." She doesn't stop moving for a moment, her flexible body retaliating into a lunge right back for Bison as he passes, attempting to hook her right arm around his neck tight enough to latch onto his massive back.
If Kula succeeds in getting a tight enough hold around his neck, her other arm will be drawn back, a spike of ice forming over the limb before the young killer will try to literally stab the boxer in the back with sharp, jagged, frozen energy. Only then would she let go, springing backward, not intending to leave herself open to easy counter attack!
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Kula's Strong Throw.
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Kula 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 M.Bison
"Hunh," comments Bison, "You looked like you weren't in it... but you seem pretty freakin' eager now!" This is said as Kula attempts to wrap around his neck... and stab him with ice. Now, this isn't a situation he finds himself in very often; usually girls who are wrapped around his neck are hanging off adoringly. This one? She's trying to choke him out -and- stab him.
One he can't do much about; she's fast enough get around his neck. When she tries to stab, though... he shifts his body, and the ice 'blade' scrapes his side but he doesn't take the hit dead-on.
"Ghh... little bitch..." he growls, as he spins violently, then plants his feet, to hurl Kula off of him. Just a moment thereafter he's rushing after her, growling, firing a flying punch combination, two left jabs and then a right cross, classic boxing technique. He hates the cold, he coesn't want to be here, but he's -not- going to lose this fight without... well... a fight.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Kula with Medium Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Kula 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 M.Bison
At first she thinks she's got him where she wants. If she can get that hold she can deliver the kind of wound that can end a fight before it even really gets started. With her arm hooked around his neck, her feet dangling for a moment before planting against his lower back, her left hand charging with fluid-like chi for a brief moment before she would deliver the plunging strike...
But the boxer will have none of that! His violent shaking frees him of the latched on girl, sending Kula staggering several yards backward along the slick ice. Arms flailing, she hasn't the balance needed to defend herself when he follows up with those three swift punches. The first jab makes things worse as she starts to slip to the side only to be clocked by the second right between the eyes. Too dazed to stop the right cross, the featherweight is taken off her feet all together, landing on her back and sliding several yards before coming to a stop atop the frozen stage.
Seeing stars for a moment but not out, she rolls quickly to a crouching position, waiting defensively for a moment. Her nose bleeds, puffy from the first impact. But the crimson liquid doesn't get far before it freezes solidly on her upper lip, her expression becoming more grim as she's reminded of the power behind the large fighter's punishing strikes.
Wiping her arm across her nose once, she shakes her head, rising back up to standing. Her poor green elf hat is off to the side, dislodged by the combination attack, leaving her hair to whip around her shoulders violently, driven by the Arctic currents. At least in part. As she rises back up to standing, the young experiment extends her right arm out to her side, palm down, literally drawing the abundant ice at her feet up into a small cyclone of white swirling along her arm.
The build up takes only an instant before the green-clad Kula is starting forward once again. The elvish rebellion demands blood be split from their red-suited taskmaster, and right now Kula seems hell bent on delivering just that. The energy churning solidifies into a sphere of solid, translucent ice as the green blur bears in on the man. But from three yards out, it becomes something else far more deadly, as she slams her right hand forward and the half of the sphere facing Bison speedily morphs into three long, exceptionally sharp lances of varying length. With lethal accuracy, the girl attempts to skewer the boxer through. All the while, her expression is as cold as the frozen world around them.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Critical Ice from Kula with Turn Punch.
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Kula 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
Soon enough, Kula might remember that mere wounds aren't going to stop a man like Bison. His name is his name, but it is also highly representative of who he is--how he fights. This is, to steal a title from a terrible movie, Bad Santa(tm). And Bad Santa don't take no guff from nobody, especially not an elf. He stops for a moment, after the right cross, watching his handiwork, watching as she's knocked away... and then as she not only gets up but comes at him again.
Spunky, he'll give her that. And flashy; pulling energy out of the air, forming into that sphere... rushing at him with the intent to skewer him, again. It's a good tactic. Many, even fighters, are scared of the thought of spilling their own blood.
Bison is... well, not quite like that. He sees her running, and though he's not quite as fast on his feet, his response is instant--he runs, too. It's only at the very, very last moment that he turns away--just as that first lance of ice strikes his chest. The turn blunts some of the damage, carves a furrow across his chest.
Then he's turning, wrenching his right hand up and over, as the second lance cuts another furrow across his chest... and the third, as well.
But still he moves forward, whipping that right hand over, forward, and slightly down--targetting Kula's head once more, with a vicious power straight. Ironically, had he been wearing gloves, proper boxing gloves, it would probably actually hurt -less-...
She didn't expect that - that he would face her attack head on and plow through it. No attempt to fend off the three lances that thirst for his blood. No shirking from the sudden surging blades from no where. The attack cracks, shards of ice flying into the air as Bison powers through it, easily catching Kula in the brief moment in which she is entirely unable to react.
The blow to her head is enough to knock her down again. Were this a boxing a match, Bison would be well on his way to a technical knock out as the waifish girl slides to a stop after several yards, arms sprawled out at her sides. She's slower to move again this time, sitting up, shaking her head, trying to clear her vision. Her combat algorithms spin into over time, trying to determine a better way to deal with the man. So far, nothing has been working all that swell.
Taking in a breath, she pushes up to her feet. And as she rises, so to does a swath of the ice at her sides, swirling up into a small whirl wind around her. Her impassive expression cracks just a little, her teeth gritted as she eyes Bison back. She cares nothing about the title she's been pushed into fighting for. But right now she very much wants to beat this man. Joining the whirling ice is an unhealthy amount of easily visible, brilliantly white energy.
Leaning forward into a sprint, she takes to the air with a flip, bringing that swell of energy along with her. As the girl reaches the apex of her leap, she spins forward, sweeping the energy into a more concentrated collection. As she completes the motion, it's her leg that strikes it, driving it down toward Bison at an almost lazy angle while she is pushed backward by the force.
Ringing in the wintery season, it's a /giant/ snow flake that drops down toward Bison with a certain amount of strangely forboding inevitability. Its surface glistens, row upon row jagged, sharp edges seeking to dig into the boxer's flesh. At the point of impact, the massive collection of chi and ice will simply explode, attempting to blast Bison away while possibly giving Kula a moment to land and collect herself.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Kula's Diamond Shoot.
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Kula 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 M.Bison
See, that's one thing about boxing Bison never cared for. The three-down rule. If you can get up after a knockdown... -get up-! Don't be a pussy and hide behind rules. He knows Kula is a warrior, not just a fighter; if a blow like what he just gave her was enough to knock her out this early in the fight, he'd be supremely disappointed. So he expects her to get back up--and he isn't disappointed when she does.
Then, of course, he has to deal with the fact of a large snowflake of chi buzzing through the air at him--and coming pretty fast. His first instinct is to move, to dodge--but instead he just covers up, stands his ground... pushed back despite the crampons in his boots, a brief, loud squealing ensuing as furrows are carved into the ground.
He doesn't shout, doesn't posture--just lowers his arms from guard, eyes glowering heavily at Kula. Anger so powerful, so raw it nearly comes off him in waves... it's what he has. And what he uses, growling, in a low tone but at a loud volume, before he slowly begins stalking towards Kula, moving as if the conclusion, the destination, were inexorable. To him, it probably is; he isn't taking a meandering path, but a direct one. Direct, but slow, as his boots crunch the ground underneath him, leaving massive footprints, his hands slowly coming up to guard position again.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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Kula 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 M.Bison
As she lands on her feet, Kula stares back at the advancing boxer, eyes narrowed slightly as she studies his condition. While she wasn't in position to see it - the fact that he's still standing is evidence that he managed to fend of the worst of the significant attack. Like a wall of force constantly on the offense, he continues to be a vexing foe to deal with.
Taking in a deep breath, she stands her ground, neither advancing nor retreating. Her right hand is raised, palm up, to her mouth, fingers extended out toward the man. He should know by experience that she's not about to blow him a kiss as she releases that pent up breath.
It is but a normal exhale until it passes over her gloved hand, now shimmering with white chi that wafts up into the moving air. What ends up flying his way is a gale force wind, whipping a slurry of sleeth, jagged needles of ice and razor edged rings of acrtic debris. If he intends to charge at her like that again, she's intent on making it as difficult as possible for him!
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Kula's Diamond Breath.
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Kula 1/------=/=======|=======\=====--\1 M.Bison
Oh, he is entirely intent on charging in. In fact, he starts to pick up speed--a good thing, as he soon has to weather the blast of frigid air and ice. More like a wall, really; it strikes him hard, and forces him back a step. Two steps, even; looks like he will give ground, like she's succeeded in stopping him completely, with 'just' a breath.
Until something snaps, almost audibly, and all that anger and negative emotion and everything that powers him just drives him onwards. The first step is the hardest, and then he's pushing off with his legs, muscles trembling and straining as he suddenly bursts forward. This time, he's aiming his right fist again--but not for Kula's face, which is already well-abused.
No, this punch, his fist is seeking Kula's stomach, a powerful punch, a fist strong enough to fold steel doors in two and to kill elephants. If it hits...
Well, if it hits, it's safe to say that Kula won't like it. Once again, the thrust of his legs is so strong, so powerful, the energy behind his punch so hard... hit or miss, he'll likely go sailing right past her...
COMBATSYS: M!Bison knocks away Kula with Gigaton Blow+!
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Kula 1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
His massive fist hits its mark. Oh, it has to plow through four inches of solid ice first, pulverizing it into fine dust in his passing. But that barely takes the sting off the strike as he smashes into the featherweight with all his forward momentum. With no wall to bring an early stop to her flight, the crushed girl goes flying; folded over, tumbling across the ice before coming to an ice covered stop several yards later.
Still for a long moment, it may seem that she's out entirely this time. A cough pronounces her consciousness, however, as the girl begins to move, planting her gloved hands at her sides. As she slowly pulls herself out of the self-made drift of sharp ice where she had landed, white energy builds up all around the girl. As bright and pure as the hostile arctic wasteland around them, it builds up as she stands, bringing with it a large quantity of the frozen matter all around the girl.
She doesn't need to close distance to attack. Even knocked back as she has been, there's no need to charge Bison this time. The environment is to become her attack, the North Pole betraying Santa in the end as Kula slowly raises her hands over her head and the previously silent ice comes to life. The moment she drops her arms, it happens. The cameras will see nothing but white as a blizzard of icy sharpnel and jagged sleet attempts to catch Bison and hold him fast. Should he be unable to defend himself, more and more ice will build up, as the girl who drives the storm, who stands at its eye, attempts to entomb him.
Her most dangerous technique - after the trouble he's given her, he's earned it.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Kula's Freeze Execution.
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Kula 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 M.Bison
The North Pole -is- betraying Santa. Bison has no defenses against this; this is entirely unlike anything he's tried to defend against before. But he is a man of intent and single-mindedness. He can ignore the searing cold, the freezing pain, for as long as it takes to get to Kula. He doesn't even look black anymore; he is entirely covered in white. And maybe he's lost his belt... but perhaps not, as he reaches down. Down inside himself, for the strength to continue just a bit longer...
And down as well. Obviously he favors his right hand; it's his dominant hand, his power hand. And so he looks to it again, dropping that right fist low... then sending it hurtling upwards, aiming the punch--a hybrid punch, half hook, half uppercut, known in boxing parlance as a Smash--to do just that--to smash Kula's chin.
Bison is no hero, but the effort he makes certainly is; hit or miss, he's going to collapse after that, if even for just a few minutes.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Kula with Ultimate Wild Smash.
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Kula 0/-------/-======|
If she had the power to upheave the entire ice flow into her opponent, she would. There's no reason to hold back, no reason to not destroy the man. A Shadaloo thug, there's no love lost there given her experiences in the past with the dictator or his people. While there was little personal investment in the title, crushing one of Vega's own did promise a rare glimmer of pleasure at the typically impassive girl.
But she can only do so much to him before she has to stop - her power, significant as she may be convinced it is, does have finite limits. Lowering her arms, the girl exhales, drawing in a second breath as the risidual effects of her frozen typhoon drift down over the battlefield of ice. She almost misses him all together. With his new white blanket, he nearly blends in perfectly with the environment and she's having a hard time seeing as it is.
It's the motion that snaps her out of her daze, crimson eyes widening as she finds him far closer to her than she would have expected. She eyes the lowered right and correctly identifies it for the threat it is. A step back is taken, the teenaged assassin hoping to make it out of the way in time. But Santa's got a different present in mind as his fist crashes into her jaw.
Given her condition and lack of defenses, the force is more than enough to knock the tumbled girl off her feat again, her body sailing into a slow arc before crashing down onto her upper back. She blacked out somewhere in mid-air, spared a shattered jaw simply by being too light to hold her ground, but the jarring landing shocks her awake, a gasping breath taken in as she starts to sit up out of reflex.
But her waking moment is fleeting as bleary eyes come to rest on Bison's fallen form. She wobbles, her mouth curling into a strange smile; silent, grim satisfaction before she collapses back into unconsciousness, joining Bison among the casualties of the Elf Rebellion of '08.
COMBATSYS: Kula takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Kula can no longer fight.
Log created on 23:29:05 12/15/2008 by M.Bison, and last modified on 18:18:19 12/23/2008.