Description: When Adon gets wind of Mike Bison raising hell in Bangkok, Sagat after his neck to reclaim his throne, and a discount on curry, the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI decides to stop his endless parties to do some real work. Now with scheming and filibustering!
Thailand. Dirty, noisy, smelly. Bison fuckin' hates it here. It's one of the worst places on earth.
(The girls are fine, though. And the weed is awesome.)
Still, it's a great place to visit, occasionally. Score some drugs, some women, beat the hell out of the local Muay Thai champs and call it training... a typical day.
In Bangkok, Muay Thai is like an industry--no, it is an industry. Thousands of young and not-so-young men come to train, in hopes of finding a way out of the squalor of Thailand. One such school, surrounded by a high white plaster wall... is perhaps on the verge of being put out of business.
See, Bison was in Thailand for a meeting. And now... he's killin' time. So he came to the school with a dufflebag full of genuine American money. Large bills.
And he promised it to anyone that could beat him, that could land a KO blow. Singly, paired, all at once...
... made no difference to him. Training.
The last few guys are bravely facing the boxer down outside their school, the crowd that's formed cheering them on like their lives depended on it...
Adon never enjoyed Bangkok.
The city was too big, too loud, and too crowded for the Emperor's tastes. When Adon wanted to live life as any king should, he kept out in the fields and jungles. There, he had full control of his court, leading his Muay Thai empire as he saw fit. Between the wenching, fighting, feasting, and 'regal duties,' there was little reason for him to leave his castle.
That is, until the banished prince grew tired of the usurper.
The Emperor's spies were all over the city as their lord waited in his hotel room. They had a simple orders, and a short list of individuals. They had been turning the city over for well over a week now, sniffing for what their master desired. It was surprising, but not unusual why they were looking for Shadaloo. Bison had a lot of gall to come to Thailand, especially after what they did to the country. Not everyone knew what the boxer was, but a good emperor knows who his enemies are... and who his friends will be.
Mike Bison of Shadaloo was here in Bangkok, attacking a small school of Muay Thai. The action itself was an insult to Thailand. But Adon could care less about the worthless mill. The report reaches Adon early enough for him to prepare. Binding his hands. His feet. His arms. His legs. Adjusting his crown in the mirror, he lets loose that shit-eating grin. By the time he reaches the street, Bison was down to the last few men. The emperor marches down that narrow road, his four-man entourage covering each of his corners. Tilting his head down slightly as he marched, the red-haired Emperor of Muay Thai glared at the Muay Thai agent that stood outside the walls of the school. But the crowd was enough of a story for Adon. Sneering broadly, he focuses on the offending man, still silent. Let the Emperor be a surprise to the peasants. After all, who would expect the Hero of Thailand to show right here, right now?
Ahh.. a real competitor. Bison turns his back on the two remaining fighters; they're ready to charge... until they see Adon. Their eyes flash and they back off--*they* know Adon. Know him by sight.
So does Bison--he sneers, raising his fists. "I know you. You th' guy keeps houndin' Sagat, right? Adon?" Maybe he's being fed information by a Shadaloo agent...
Or not. He raises his hands, and smirks. "Think you gon' come stop me? Better have an ambulance handy." Bison? He already knows a fight's going to happen--has been happening. This Adon, this... Muay Thai fighter.
What's he made of? Bison's in a prime position to find out, now, isn't he? And find out he will. The big, black boxer begins to stalk forward, until he's maybe fifteen yards away. And he just grins.
"Or you gon' let these poor saps take it in th' ass... maybe after I'm done here I'll go fin' myself a fine Thai bitch an' pay her money to do things..."
The scattering of the two remaining fighters is a wake up call to the street. The Emperor of Muay Thai was here. Yes, the living god just kept his steady pace, letting the people do all the hard work. The crowd's cheering ebbs back as the presence of the Jaguar becomes more and more obvious. The entire group draws to the edge of the street, dragging away the fallen students of Muay Thai. In the end, there was no one on the road but Bison, Adon, and his four man entourage. And there, the crowd grew quiet, staring at the situation unfolding before them.
Adon stopped 15 yards away from Bison. Mike Bison. Meat head of Shadaloo. Adon knew of him. He, in a sense, was the master of the art of American Boxer, and reflected it as such. He was dumb as a box of bricks, dense as a box of bricks, and could hit like a box of bricks. He had no ART. No CLASS. Nothing compared to the art of Muay Thai. The Emperor of Muay Thai crossed his arms, shortly followed by his own men doing the same. He looked over the loud mouthed American, checking him over. About halfway through he just began shaking his head, chuckling to himself. And then, he begins to speak, high and loud.
"Mike Bison of Shadaloo. Allow me to GREET you to BANGKOK, THAILAND." An angry rumble came through the crowd. "And I am ADON, EMPEROR and HERO of THAILAND. CLEARLY, our AMERICAN FRIEND is trapped in the PAST." The arrogant king turns to the crowd, spreading his arms wide. "SAGAT, as you all remember, was OLD NEWS. The FORMER king before he RAN to SHADALOO in the WAKE of not just ONE LOSS to RYU..." Adon holds up a hand with one finger, and immediately flips up two. "No, not just a LOSS to ME, ADON..." He finally holds up three fingers, directing his hand to Bison. "But another loss to his own DIGNITY, working with our FRIEND here. SAGAT is OLD NEWS. A PAINFUL MEMORY!"
The crowd begins to rumble louder, whipping into a frenzy. "SHADALOO, the RAPERS of our HOMELAND, led by that cowardly VEGA. AND HERE is one of his lap dogs, our FRIEND, MIKE BISON, threatening to bring about the same to our PEOPLE." Adon narrows his eyes, face warped in a maniacal grin. "He is not worthy to LICK the FEET of our women, let alone FIGHT. So, my American FRIEND. If you WISH to FIGHT the GOD of MUAY THAI." Adon tilts his head, raising one of his hands up high.
"WELL, then, PROVE IT."
Snapping his fingers, his four men suddenly explode forward, charging Bison en masse to fight the Boxer.
"Prove it?" Bison sneers. Four more men--four more sacrifices. Surely, they're good muay thai fighters. But they... they're tough. Strong. Skilled. And they've -never- faced someone like Bison before. Were Bison given to the kind of theatrical talk that his employer is so fond of... he would've told Adon, contemptuously, that he was wasting his men.
Instead, he simply proves it--powerful strikes crushing guards, feints drawing attention only to prove the feint with a cross punch that breaks a jaw. A shoulder rush that sends another flying back ten yards from the point of impact. And a final man, who gets in a single strike, a hook punch to Bison's chin. It moves the boxer's head by five degrees.
And then he rotates hi head back, and simply headbutts the man into the asphalt.
"You got balls, Adon. Thinkin' yer punks is enough for me. BUT THEY AIN'T NOTHIN' TO ME!!! 'Emperor of Muay THai'..."
Bison spits. "'least Sagat woulda faced me himself..."
Adon watches as his men get torn through like paper with absolute ecstasy on his face. Unfortunately, he hoped his guard would have softened Bison up more. Oh well. There were plenty more students to lift from the schools across the country. Wasting his men? The God lets loose a high pitched peal of laughter, bringing his arms down slowly. Bison was amusing to him, yes, until Sagat is mentioned again. Adon suddenly grimaces, and then contorts to an intense gaze of rage. "SAGAT is a FOOL, and not WORTHY to HOLD the CROWN of MUAY THAI. A TITLE that I, ADON, HOLDS as the JAGUAR of THAILAND. YOU, FRIEND, have just PROVEN to BE WORTHY of my TIME." The Emperor of Muay Thai begins to strike the air, stretching himself out in a series of rapid motions. With that, he eases himself in, carefully shifting himself up on his left leg, drawing his right up to his own knee. Both hands forward like paws, the shit-eating grin returns, sneering boldly at the Boxer. "COME ON. SHOW YOUR STUFF!" He screamed at an ear-spliting pitch, the crowd erupting into an angry cheer for their hero.
COMBATSYS: Adon has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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Adon 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
"Yeah? Ain't I a glad one." Bison surges--but stops. A feint. Well, not really; he just wanted to give Adon the 'look-see' before he charged, for real. His feet pound the pavement, sending him rushing forward... rushing, indeed, moving with that straight-line speed that is his forte.
And as he goes, he's drawing his right fist back. He wasn't too far away to begin with; he crosses the distance in a blink of an eye.
And then he's punching--his right fist pistoning forward, at his shoulder level, aimed for the center of Adon's chest. No gloves--this'll be pure hand to hand, i the worst possible way. It's a punch that's caved in metal doors, a punch that Bison's used to knock men out three seconds after the opening bell of a match...
Perhaps his most well-known attack. Of course he opens with it--perhaps while Adon is still posturing. Bison? He'll save the posturing for later.
COMBATSYS: Adon endures M.Bison's Dash Straight.
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Adon 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 M.Bison
Adon watches Bison's approach with a smug apprehension. He knew the power behind those punches. He just didn't care. Hell, when he pauses, he just takes a small quarter-circle hop-dance around the boxer, positioning his back to the wall. The arrogant look on his face doesn't stop, he just nods eagerly at the boxer. "Come ON, FRIEND, bring it ON!" He snapped, motioning Bison to come closer. And when the American brings his fist forward...
Adon lets down his guard, giving him a free hit.
The strike propels the Emperor right through the crowds to the white wall behind them. There is a rush of gasps and screams at the fall of their king. Was that it? Was their hero truly that easily taken down. There is a sudden cheer as the crowd draws away from the impact point, showing briefly the God of Muay Thai wound back against the wall, all fours gripping the wall broadly.
After that brief blur of motion, Adon launches right back, pouncing into a flying kick with astounding speed. Howling all the way, the man screams with that raking voice. "JAAAAAAAAAGGA TOOOOOTH!" Right foot forward, the Jaguar of Muay That blazed right for the chest of the larger man, returning the favor that was given to the emperor so kindly.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits M.Bison with Jaguar Tooth.
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Adon 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
"What are you, a freakin' spi--OOFHH!" That is the sound of a foot impacting Bison right in the chest. And, no lie--it hurts. Bison folds, partially; he stumbles back, spitting, and then he straightens. "Aight... so you got somethin' after all. Good. Good. Tired o' dealin' with these peckerwood nimrods... think they know how t' fight..." Bison suddenly lunges forward--again. Hey, it's what he does best, and... it's about the only tactic he knows, really. Boxing isn't a completely one-dimensional fighting style, far from it... but Bison is pretty one-dimensional.
His right hand comes up again, cocked back for a punch... he does rely on his right hand, a lot. And he's leading with his left side...
Until he switches, thrusting his right foot forward, planting his leg... then twisting his momentum as he shifts around, swinging his -left- around in a power hook, aimed to clip Adon right in the temple.
Rather eloquently, Bison roars "YYYYYYYAAAARGHHHHHHH!" as he punches.
COMBATSYS: Adon blocks M.Bison's Hook Punch.
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Adon 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
Adon's impacts hard upon the chest of Bison, knocking back what could be the most powerful boxer in the world. Flipping back to a one-legged stance, he stabilizes his arms forward, grinning like a fox. As Bison leads to his right, Adon just brings his arm forward, ready to meet the blow. But then the boxer switches up. Adon decides to take this moment to conduct... business.
Rushing into the hook, he takes a less painful punch to his shoulder at the cost of forcing the pair into a clinch. Wrapping his elbows around the Boxer, he suddenly mumbled darkly under his breath. "... I have a message for Vega, should you live." He began. Bison was dense, but he might have some sense of business. In any case, Adon had at least the fight to look forward to. Taking advantage of the close range, he suddenly attempted to grip Bison. If successful, he would flip over the boxer, and hurl him over his head down the street.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Jaguar Carry from Adon with Turn Punch.
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Adon 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison has a plan--a rudimentary one. When Adon seeks to clinch, Bison doesn't stop him--figuring that he can struggle free prematurely, and then deliver a blow. Unfortunately for him... he's wrong. Adon is a touch too fast; Bison ends up bouncing off his skull, and then landing on his back. The man is... unpleased. To say the least, he's unpleased.
But the impact wasn't as bad as it could have been; Bison isn't incapacitated, not by a long shot. In fact...
He's already up on his feet, and looking angrier. Really, the longer a fight goes... the angrier he looks. The angrier and angrier. It's kind of like that Salvador Dali painting, only, with ugly instead of timepieces.
"Gonna KILL you for that... beaknosed little yellow runt... think you got somethin'..." He's growling, but it isn't quite under his breath... it's just... you know... a little mumbled. But the intent is clear as day.
When Adon hurls Bison over him, he doesn't let him have much breathing room. Oh no. Muay Thai isn't the art of letting your opponent survive his mistakes. It is the art where you explode from one attack to another. And while Adon doesn't look like it, he was quite the Muay Thai expert. The first clue was that he forced himself into a clinch with a boxer, taking advantage of a commonly broken situation for the Western Art. On the other hand, Muay Thai embraces it. Bison may have been a dirty enough boxer to take advantage of clinches (lucky Adon still had an ear), but Adon just was better practiced. And now, the finisher.
After tossing the boxer, Adon is already leaping through the air. The boxer didn't have much time to be angry or to mumble before the Jaguar was lunging in, knee first. Shooting like a rocket, the intent was to squarely land his knee upon the chest of Bison, keeping the pressure up on his midsection... to the cheers of his fellow Thai people.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Adon's Medium Kick.
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Adon 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison... stands there. He just stnads there. And moments before impact... he tenses. What Adon's knee strikes... is solid muscle. Does he make a dent? Sure. A small one. But Bison then flexes... pushing Adon away from him, forcing the man backwards. Still in midair, of course--but Bison springs forward. He leaps--and then he seeks to bring his right hand up, over, and down.
It's basically the reverse of an uppercut--a smash--and in this case, it beoomes a -flying- smash. The end result is--will be--if he connects, Adon is taking a short trip, a trip with a radically altered trajectory, straight into the ground. Bison's lips are curled back, and he's snarling like a dog--and missing a tooth, but that's the name of the game... this is a brutal business, after all.
COMBATSYS: Adon interrupts Fierce Punch from M.Bison with Rising Jaguar.
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Adon 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 M.Bison
Adon's knee strikes hard muscle. Ah, so the boxer had some endurance in him. Impressive. The Muay Thai God is rebuffed back to the ground, and is met with a powerful punch from Bison. A haymaker, to be accurate. Right into his shoulder. Normally, if taken off guard, it would have driven him flat to the ground. However, things are not going to be easy for the bigger man, for the Jaguar was backed into a corner.
With a feral howl, the God of Muay Thai exploded up the moment he touched the ground, meeting Bison's over-extending punch with a pair of pumping knee. "JAAAAAAAAGAGA!" Was the cry as he shot both knees forward, jamming them hard into the face of the boxer, punishing him for his offense. Launching right off the bigger man, Adon flips back, bouncing deftly on the ground with both hands forward. His body burned, but not broken. Leering back, he calls back over to the Boxer.
"COME ON, FRIEND, don't be SHY in the presence of a GOD."
Bison... takes the knees to the chest. But he still connects some of his punch--and things are going according to plan. Bison... actually lands on his feet. Coughs, once, spits. Right on the face of a downed Muay Thai student. His grin is feral, not at all a happy looking thing. "God... huh? Only met... one man... who'd call himself god..." Bison twists his head back and forth, popping the vertebrae noisily.
"An' only one man earned the title. An' you... you ain't either o' them. You ain't nothin' but a man. Thinkin' yer special... thinkin' you got somethin' others don't..."
Suddenly, Bison goes -low- with his hooking punch--taking a big step forward then crouching, swinging his right fist for the side of one of Adon's knees.
Yes, the knees of a Muay Thai fighter are powerful weapons... but it's still a joint, and if you hit a joint the wrong way... bad things happen. Very bad things.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Adon with Medium Punch.
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Adon's knees pummeled Bison's chest, and now, the foreigner was dismissing his status. Adon was a god because he defeated Sagat. How hard was that to understand? But when The Boxer moves in with a hooking sock, he doesn't have time to snark. Instead, he brings his leg up, attempting to block the impact by catching the strike with his knee. Moving into a strike was common for Muay Thai practitioners. Unfortunately, Bison had too much power, and Adon... well, he was too lazy these recent days. The strikes hits his knee hard, letting lose a loud pop. But not crack. Adon's strengthening techniques were a boon right now, and by tensing his leg, he managed to stop a break and transfer to a minor dislocation. The process did lead to causing his standing to almost give way.
Almost.
A surge of power overwhelms him, sending the Emperor of Muay Thai into a high-pitched cackle. Yes, the hit should have been crippling, the tensing of his body should have made things ineffective. But you know what? Adon was the king, baby. And it is good to be the king. Immediately, the Jaguar leaps up into a short hop, then flip. He takes his bad leg, and in an act of defiance, attempts to front flip into a Jaguar Kick... with a screech. "JAGGA KICK!!!" But that wasn't just it. Oh no. The match was just beginning to show the full strength of Muay Thai... to begin the long trek into oblivion.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Jaguar Thousand from Adon with Buffalo Head.
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This is gonna hurt. Bison can see the telltale gleam of chi. Can't use it, can't stand it, starting to recognize it. Just the fact that Adon--who thus far has proven himself a fine fighter--is resorting to this... it angers Bison even more. Bison is a one-note kind of guy, though--it's pretty much guaranteed he's going to start a fight angry... and get even angrier as it goes on.
Adon is being defiant? Very wel, Bison can do that too! He watches, as if it were in slow motion... and then he crouches.. and he lunges upwards Adon's heel impacts with Bison's head--but not -quite- as planned. Bison's rising headbutt ensures that Adon's heel strikes the thickest, hardest part of Bison's head...
And the boxer has a very hard head. The impact throws Bison back downt to the ground... but he flips over on the bounce, having taken it on his back, and he only looks slightly woozy. More concussions than Troy Aikman have left him pretty well-equipped to deal with momentary dizziness.
Adon's moment of epic comebacks was jammed by the Boxer's vicious headbutt. That compounded the disadvantages Adon was holding... significantly. Bison's sudden jam violently cracks the leg of the Muay Thai warrior. Well. So much for NOT being dislocated. Flipped backwards by the poke, The Muay Thai master finally lands in a manner which doesn't suggest a moment of strength: Right on his face.
Now, Adon considered his options. The whole purpose of this was to intimidate Shadaloo into a meeting with Vega. That was beginning to backfire. As such, Adon had to rely on his most important skill as the Emperor of Muay Thai. Grimacing, the Jaguar of Thailand staggered up, actively directly all his efforts NOT to have his leg give out on him. Glaring at the slightly woozy boxer, he turns his nose up... and begins clapping, slow and steady. And with that, his grin returns as his tone unleashes to the crowd.
"A MAN by the NAME of BISON... FIGHTS with the POWER of the BUFFALO. I, the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, is IMPRESSED by this WARRIOR. You have PROVEN YOURSELF WORTHY, FRIEND!" With a confused murmur coming over the crowd, Adon stops his clapping to face them. Motioning a hand at the Boxer, he explains. "The man holds STRONG to a few meager STRIKES of MUAY THAI. Is THAT not impressive? He TEARS through a school of our GLORIOUS ART. The man isn't to be SHUNNED by his talent, but LAUDED as a WARRIOR."
The God of Muay Thai turns back to his foe, removing his crown. "As EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, I am suitably IMPRESSED! You, MIKE BISON, shall have your GIRLS and anything you so DESIRE as a PERSONAL GUEST of MINE, and DIPLOMATIC ENVOY of SHADALOO." Removing his crown, he motions to Bison as a fresh trio of young ladies appear from the crowd, escorted by Adon's own men. How does he do that? Again, important Muay Thai God skills.
COMBATSYS: Adon has left the fight here.
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Bison blinks twice, and... Adon's giving up the fight. The boxer's almost enraged enough to pursue--his blood's up, after all, and a raging buffalo needs to release those energies or he'll tear himself up. He's -about- to shout... when the girls show up. Yeah. He hurt Adon bad--he knows it. Adon knows it. He's trying to hide it, but Bison knows, with that killer's instinct.
But that's defused when the girls show. For that, Bison's willing to forget the fight, to ignore Adon's pompous windbag speech. Suddenly, he has other priorities--and to accomplish those, he literally picks up all three women, slinging them over his shoulders. He doesn't show Adon any respect...
But he doesn't show him any disrespect, either. This fight's over, for now, at least... but he's sure they'll meet again...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:39:43 12/23/2008 by Adon, and last modified on 02:22:43 12/24/2008.