Description: Zangief, hearing that M.Bison lost to Haggar, travels all the way to that filthy den of capitalism, Las Vegas, to do exactly the same thing. Much shouting and manly posturing later, a truly epic fight occurs, with bottles of whisky laying down their lives for the greater glory of fending off Communism from the fair shores of Bison's home town. The might of Russia meets the might of Bison's fury-powered fists, and only one can emerge triumphant! What happens when the unstoppable force meets the immovable object? READ IT HERE, FOLKS!
Las Vegas. The city that never sleeps! All around, money changes hands at a furious rate, from the slots and cards, to the organized fights on which thousands of dollars ride, the city is a glowing testament to the great American Dollar, and the massive influence it exerted on the world stage. Where else in the world was as popular, as well renowned, amongst the travelers of the world for being THE place to go to lose, or win, a fortune on the toss of the dice?
Zangief despises it.
But it was fitting. To come to Las Vegas, and there crush the great American fighter, Mike Bison! The thought was undeniably attractive. What better way was there to demonstrate the superiority of great Mother Russia than in a massive bought, in a titanic clash in the center of the temple to decadent Capitalism itself?
So it is that Zangief, The Red Cyclone, has thrown down his challenge. Standing in the middle of the ring, the massive Russian fighter has thrown his arms up above his head, and is roaring to the crowd. And what a crowd it is! A massive turnout to watch this clash of giants!
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!" He bellows, "THAT'S RIGHT! COME OUT AND FACE ME, /BISON/! I HOPE YOU ARE READY! THE /RED CYCLONE/ HAS COME TO YOUR LITTLE COUNTRY NOW! NOTHING CAN STAND AGAINST HIM! HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!"
Vegas is Bison's home base, literally--there is a Shadaloo stronghold underneath the city's streets. Bison filters guns and drugs through here. Boxer and gunrunner. That's him. Of course 'his' casino is atop the base--and it actually does legit biz, too. It's Bison's stronghold, his home, and after his loss at the hands of Haggar... well, Bison didn't -run-, but he's come home to sulk. To heal. He's brooding, angry as usual, drinking from a large bottle of Jack Daniels, a couple of sexy, bikini-clad girls on his lap, when...
"Boss. Hey, there's some guy out in the street, challenging you. It's that Russian wrestler, Zangief. The Red Cyclone," reports the suit-wearing security man. Bison stirs after a moment, turning a baleful gaze on the security man--who stands strong, knowing his boss's anger isn't directed at him.
"Zangief, huh? Russian bear-lovin' freak?" His lips turn upwards, into an ugly smile, as he pictures the man, in his head.
"Yeah. Yeah..." Bison stands up, dumping the girls off his lap--they know better than to squawk--and he finishes the whiskey in a single pull. "Good. Been wantin' to fuck up a wrestler ever since that bitch Haggar thought he'd school me when he took my belt." And he stomps through his casino, his club, headed outside... trailed by fans and betters and gamblers, already wagering.
Zangief, of course, is perfectly happy to just keep talking up how awesome he is, even if Bison /never/ comes out to respond properly. He isn't exactly known for his quiet and reserved nature, after all, and he's working the crowd- and himself, for that matter- into a frenzy. Stomping his big red boots (of Communist doom) into the ground, he just does not shut up, continuing to bellow his challenge.
"If even the pathetic poser HAGGAR can take your title away, Bison, what hope do you have against THE RED CYCLONE?!" He roars, quite unaware- and uncaring, really- of how close or far the target of his trash-talking may be. "That man has to steal the techniques of the real deal, and you get beaten around like an amateur? HAH! You won't be walking away from this one! NOTHING escapes the RED CYCLONE! If you are man enough to face me at all! What are you waiting for? I didn't think you were as cowardly as all the other Americans, but perhaps I was wrong! Perhaps I'll have to go in there and drag you out here MYSELF to show all these people how BADLY you fare against a REAL fighter!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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Zangief 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
COMBATSYS: Zangief gathers his will.
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Zangief 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
The street clears out, cars stopping to give wide room for the two battlers, and while the crowd might be getting pumped up by what Zangief is shouting... never forget that Bison is the hometown favorite here. He may be ugly, he may be dirty, he may be evil. But he's -their- man. When Bison makes his appearance, there's even more cheering and shouting--an incredible din. The scene is lit by neon, gold and red and purple and blue and green, the colors flashing crazily, as Bison strides out and into the street.
He's still got the bottle in his hand, of course--no boxing gloves. It's a -big- jug of Jack, heavy glass. Bison holds up a hand, and the crowd quiets a little.
"You lissen, you lil' Commie bitch. You don' want to be provokin' me. Maybe you tough. Maybe you think you better than Haggar. But you come here an' insult a man in his own home?" His voice is actually rather mild, until this point, right here:
"YOU GOIN' HOME IN A BODYBAG YOU GODDAMN SCUM!! //NOBODY// INSULTS BISON AN' LIVES YOU HEAR ME???" And then...
And then that empty bottle is just hurled overhand, sped straight for Zangief's motherfuggin' noggin. Sure, Zangief is hardheaded, but even so, the bottle, if it hits... should do some damage.
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures M.Bison's Large Thrown Object.
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Zangief 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Zangief turns, and there is a large bottle of Jack Daniels hurtling straight at his head. So, what does the big commie wrestler (totally not a little commie bitch) do in such a situation? Really, there is only one option.
He surges forwards, and throws his head at the bottle. It shatters, spraying glass and alcohol /everywhere/. Zangief is not uninjured by breaking such a heavy object, thrown as hard is it is, with his skull. The injury is pretty obvious, actually, as blood oozes down his features. But he is not /stopped/ by the blow. In fact, he's surging on as fast as he can, and fully intends to just /grab/ Bison, by whatever part of him he can manage and haul the smaller man close against his chest.
If he manages this, through gritted teeth, he will hiss. "Come now, Comrade! Fight me like a /man/, yes? Leave the cheap weapons for... /lesser/ fighters!"
And then, he'll haul Bison all the way up over his head, and spin around, before falling flat on the ground, intending to bring Bison down harder, onto the broken and shattered glass all over the floor with as much might as he can muster.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison Toughs Out Zangief's Atomic Suplex!
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Zangief 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison doesn't move. He isn't admiring the handiwork of the bottle--if he hadn't had it in-hand at the moment he wouldn't've gone through the trouble of throwing it. But Zangief is busy trying to insult his manhood, his fighting skill, his strength. To be sure...
He's hitting a nerve. So Bison -lets- him grab. Not only that, he's almost completely unresisting to the beginning of Zangief's technique. But just before the fall... Bison's arms come around the larger Russian man. And Bison twists, refusing to let go of Zangief--intending to roll over atop Zangief. Zangief may be larger, but Bison'll have the advantage of surprise and leverage--as he comes up to the top, if he makes it here... he'll plant his elbow into Zangief's sternum, his left elbow.
And his right hand will be busy battering Zangief's skull, punching that wounded area, repeatedly. It's something guaranteed to drive the crowd wild--bills are flying, bettors frantically betting on their favorites, odds quoted... even middle-aged men just there to play the slots while their middle-aged wives sun by poolside and stare at washboard-ab-wielding waiters... they're betting too. Bison's ignoring all this--his men? They'll ensure he gets his cut of the profits.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Zangief with Improvised Grapple.
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Zangief 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
Zangief grunts, definitely taken by surprise by Bison's sudden assault. He isn't really... used to people coming at him and daring to try and grapple him. Twisting and pulling, he is just too slow and cumbersome to get a good enough hold of Bison before he is on top of him, and punching him in the head! Insane! Growling, he shakes his head in irritation, trying to get himself out from underneath the vicious boxer.
After a good number of blows have been dealt, the large man does manage to shake himself free of the attack. So... what does he do after this? Does he retreat and try to recover after taking so many repeated blows to the head that most weaker men would be dead?
No! That would be ridiculous! Instead, Zangief is /angry/. With a roar, he throws himself forwards, and aims to literally swamp Bison. Having learned his lesson, he doesn't go for an attack that is so easy to roll with! Instead, he tries to envelop the boxer, and ...
If he manages to crush him in his arms, rending teeth gnash and tear at Bison's neck! He wasn't the only man with a reputation for viciousness, after all, and if there was one thing Zangief had learned... its that very few fighters are ready to respond to suddenly having their throat torn at with the teeth of the enemy.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Zangief's Kamitsuki.
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Zangief 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
After enoguh blows, Bison lets Zangief go--ground fighting isn't really his thing, and so he rolls away, rising to his feet, wher he feels the most comfortable. It was just a play at being a semi-grappler, not the real thing. He isn't surprised to see Zangief rise as well--the Red Cyclone is indeed a Tough Customer(tm) as he has been told. But it's just too bad--
--he picked the wrong fight. Bison ain't no pushover. That Belt Match was a hard-fought fight. And underestimating Bison is going to be Z's downfall. The bearhug--well, Bison stiffens his arms, clenches muscles, preventing Zangief from getting a strong, crushing grip. The biting... well, Bison doesn't like that, but Zangief gets a bite in before Bison twists, hard, freeing himself. Then he's twisting away---/turning his back/ on Zangief. But only for a moment or two. He turns nearly one-hundred eighty degrees, coiled like a spring...
And then all that stored-up kinetic energy is put behind Bison's right fist as he whips around, firing a punch that isn't -quite- a straight punch, almost like a modified hook punch. Normally, Bison travels forward... but Zangief is -right here-...
COMBATSYS: Zangief interrupts Turn Punch Final from M.Bison with Banishing Flat.
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Zangief 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0 M.Bison
The Red Cyclone is a constant force. Always coming forwards, always pressing the attack. The fact was, he was actually quite staggered by the brutal force he was facing. Just like the last fight he had gone into underestimating his enemy (come on, a little girl? Hah! Kula would surely be no match for him!) The large Russian finds himself on the ropes. Arrogant he might be, but a fool he is not. Obviously, he had underestimated Bison, and obviously he would need to make up for that if he was going to come out of this ahead.
So it might come as a surprise that, as Bison's back turns on him, Zangief is /also/ spinning, and for a moment, the two fighters are perfectly positioned, backs turned in synch, and then, the both snap forward.
The difference is that, whilst Zangief has tensed for Bison's blow, and it ploughs into his chest and upper body like hitting a brick wall, Bison is most likely far /less/ prepared for a bright green fist burning with energy to impact heavily with his face, which is exactly what happens. After which, Zangief steps back, breathing hard.
"You are... a worthy opponent, Comrade!" He booms, straightening up. "But don't think that you have beaten the Red Cyclone just yet!"
Less prepared, perhaps. But not if you count natural preparation--Zangief's glowing green fist slams into Bison's face, and he'll give him this--it forces Bison to turn his head. But if Zangief is expecting the blow to stun Bison... not a chance in hell. The boxer shakes off the blow after a couple of moments, a big welted bruise practically glowing a dark-cherry red under his skin. That'll be puffy tomorrow. His lips twist up into a cruel grin.
"You better not be done yet... that bitch Haggar stole the belt from me an' you came along just in time for me to take out my anger on ya. I /HATE WRESTLERS/!!! PANSY-ASS GAY MEN TRYIN' TO GRAB MY JUNK!!! //BISON DON'T SWING THAT WAY!!!//" Do note tha no wrestler has ever tried to 'grab his junk'. But hey. We're talking a man named after the buffalo--this is not a rational man. Or a smart one.
He is pumped up though, by himself, by his own anger... and by the cheering, rowdy fans. Some minor scuffles have broken out and the cops are here, but they--well, they know better, don't they?
Bison is -staring right at Zangief-, growling, pounding his bare fists together, practically looking like the bull of his namesake right there.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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Zangief 1/---====/=======|=======\==-----\1 M.Bison
Zangief snarls at that, it seems that something in Bison's speech has caught his attention. but what could it be? We may never know, for Zangief is such a reserved, insular soul, that nothing could possess him to bellow out his fury and roar his objection in the face of his opponent, could it?
Oh wait, that's exactly what he does.
Hauling himself up to his full, impressive, stature, Zangief growls and suddenly just starts shouting. Stomping forwards and waving one finger angrily at Bison... but not actually attacking him just yet.
"Don't you DARE to compare me to that COWARD!" He bellows, loudly. "The RED CYCLONE is a WRESTLER! The best wrestler in the world! The top! The ultimate! HAGGAR! /HAGGAR/?! HAGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!" He shrieks, eyes wild and bloodshot, his heart was pounding, his blood hot and raised... if Bison was angry, Zangief is the epitome of senseless fury, spittle frothing on his beard.
"HAGGAR FORGOT WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A WRESTLER! HAGGAR IS JUST A ... A... A /POLITICIAN/! COMPARE ME TO HIM AGAIN AND I'LL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR SHOULDERS, STUPID LITTLE /AMERICAN/."
COMBATSYS: Zangief gathers his will.
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Zangief 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\==-----\1 M.Bison
Two angry men. The question is, who is angrier? Bison might make a plausible case for the angriest. But Zangief is making a pretty good case too. Suddenly, Bison breaks. He lunges. Zangief's bigger? Not by enoguh. Not by nearly enough to scare a man like Bison. "YOU'LL TEAR MY HEAD OFF?!?" roars Bison, as he crosses the small distance between Zangief and him... and of course... he's coming in punching.
"YOU CAN DAMN WELL TRY YOU PUSSY ASSGRABBING LITTLE BEETSUCKING COMMUNIST!! WE KICKED YOUR ASS DECADES AGO!! YOU SHOULD JUST DIE!!!!" His right hand comes arcing in, swinging high, intent on planting itself into Zangief's head, as if he could punch Zangief's head hard enoguh to make it explode. (Someone showed Bison some Fist of the North Star recently.)
As an aside, people are actually surprised that Bison referenced history--if incorrectly--but that he referenced it -at all-... well, that's pretty goddamn amazing right then and there, now isn't it?
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures M.Bison's Hook Punch.
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Zangief's response? Well, quite simple, actually. Lips curl back in a snarl, and as Bison's punch comes up... his face comes down. He steps forwards, and the punch slams full force into his nose, breaking it with quite a satisfying -crunch- as he doesn't even try to defend against the punch. But the fact is... he doesn't care about the pain. Not one bit. Because now, his full attention is given to Bison. He wants to /break/ this man, and he was going to try and do... just that.
One meaty hands comes round to wrap around Bison's leg. If he can get hold of that... then Bison's world is about to become a lot more painful.
Because Zangief will hurl him up and /slam/ him, by that leg, into the ground. Not pausing for a moment, one big red boot swings up, to slam into Bison's midsection, and scoop him back up to a reasonable height, for Zangief to grab him again. Switch him up and around, and plough him down into the ground. A dizzying start!
But not nearly finished yet.
No, because Zangief has /had/ it with people insulting glorious Mother Russia's reputation! Beat Russia? HAH! NOBODY BEATS THE MOTHERLAND! IT WAS ALL CAPITALIST LIES I TELL YOU!
" "Witness the glory of MOTHER RUSSIA!" He bellows, if indeed this happens at all, "NOTHING CAN STOP THE REVOLUTION, NOTHING!"
And then he's leaping into the air, spinning around in a wonderfully long arc, building momentum all the way... before crashing into the ground with an explosion of truly catastrophic strength, every muscle of that massive Soviet frame straining to put as much force and impact into the blow as he possibly can, the sheer power of the attack causes the ground to shatter and break.
"ULTIMATE! ATOMIC! BUSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief knocks away M!Bison with Ultimate Atomic Buster!
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Zangief 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 M.Bison
Now he's seen Zangief's ultimate technique. Bison's world is just... turned into pain. Slammed around, crushed, plowed... and maybe Zangief -has- broken him. Maybe. Maybe. The man named Bison... it's not easy to break him. But maybe Zangief has managed...
Bison is tossed away by the impact, and for a moment, a sweet fraction of a second... he hasn't moved. Then he rises. And as bloodied as he is, he should be moving very badly. Very badly indeed. But, in fact, he is not. His anger and adrenaline are carrying him through.
"REVOLUTION?!? YOU CALL THAT REVOLUTION? THAT WAS NOTHING!! HAGGAR HIT ME WORSE THAN THAT!! AT LEAST HE KNOWS WHAT FREEDOM MEANS!!" Hey. Hey. He might hate Haggar, but Bison is a born-and-bred American and he'll be damned if this Russian pinko thinks he's gonna bring it like this.
Bison... doesn't even seem to move, for a moment. He's no superhuman--not by most accounts--but in this moment he -moves-, fast. Really fast. Suddenly, Zangief is going to have to contend with a man who is just about in his face from as far away as he was... firing a single punch. A singl epunch, just one. But it's a punch that destroys things. A punch that destroyed the spinal column of an elephant. (Don't ask Dhalsim about that one.) The kind of punch that breaks steel doors in two.
The most massive kind of punch that was -ever- punched. It isn't a fancy technique. But it obliterates whatever it touches.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Zangief with Gigaton Blow+.
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Zangief 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 M.Bison
Zangief's response is simple. No. He was NOT going to take that. He didn't care who this man was, you do NOT speak to the RED CYCLONE in that kind of way! He's already surging forwards when, suddenly, Bison is in front of him. Zangief barely has time to register that Bison is on him before he blinks, and the blow snaps his head back.
People say that Zangief is the worlds strongest man, and certainly he is amongst them. They claim that he is amongst its toughest, and that, too, is most likely true. Even so, his eyes cross. And then he shakes his head, and grits his teeth.
"Is that ..." He starts, stepping forwards.
And then, it is as though his mind- padded, as it is, with that thick Russian skull- catches up with the sheer force of the punch that smashed into his face. The repeated blows to that head have definitely added up over the course of the fight. His booted foot shakes as it hits the floor, slips, and, like the mighty oak, Zangief tumbles over backwards.
Hitting the mat hard, the titan of Russian might groans once, and then his eyes roll back, tongue hanging out.
K.O.
COMBATSYS: Zangief takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Zangief can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:23:34 01/15/2009 by Zangief, and last modified on 13:28:28 01/24/2009.