Description: Return of the Eagle! After some time away, D! gets back in the ring--and against none other than the Raging Buffalo himself, Mike Bison. Can D! outmatch the monster? (Winner: M.Bison)
It's been a while, and there's a worry of possible ring rust...but ladies and gentlemen, the return of one of the titans of Boxing has arrived back in Metro City!!
....big deal. D! doesn't care that most of the hype for this fight has been around not him but the giant gorillaesque excuse for a boxer he's going to be facing. He's been worried about his neighborhood, and particularly his gym, which has kept him off the circuits for a while. The fact that he's jumping into the deep end so soon after returning to active competition is the least of his worries. Not that he's not up to making a show of things here.
While it's not under boxing rules...it's only fitting that D! is wearing his old ring trunks, rather than his jacket and shorts he usually has around the street fighting circuit. The gloves remain off though, talking to his cornermen as they stand at ringside, the announcer standing in the middle to prepare the introductions.
Bison, honestly, doesn't give a shit about his 'press' in Metro. Well, that's not true entirely. He wants Mayor Haggar to know that Bison is in town--and that there's nothing the mayor can do--he's here on official business. Why a man like Bison is allowed to stay in the Neo League--as rarely as he fights--is another question, but apparently the Masters Foundation doesn't care. Really, Bison can barely be roused for a League fight nowadays... but he's getting kind of pumped about it, now.
Of course the announcer is sounding pumped up too--a Michael Buffer wanna be, his voice just a touch too high for it really.
"Ladeeeeez and GENTLEMEN! RETURNING TO THE RING TONIGHT, AFTER A BRIEF RETIREMENT! THE AMERICAN EAGLE!! HEAVY!!! DEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" There's a good amount of cheering, of course, for D!. Then Bison... well, he steps into the ring. And he doesn't get cheered. He gets -booed-.
"And in the other corner! The RAGING BUFFALO!!" The guy is trying hard, gotta give him that. Still, the crowd is booing, hissing, and shouting uncomplimentary things; Bison strides out like he doesn't give a damn, turns to the crowd, and yells, "SHUT THE HELL UP OR I'M GONNA RAPE YOU ALL WITH A FREAKIN' BASEBALL BAT!!" That said, he turns to D, and grins, wickedly. "Aight, son. Let's do this shit."
....now see, that just happens to be ONE of the reasons why Bison representing the sweet science all these years has gotten under D!'s skin. Not only the disrespect for the sport itself, but disrespect for people who actually come out to see him fight. Shaking his head, leaning back in his corner, he glowers across the ring toward Bison. He barely even recognized the cheers he got from the fans aside from a slow raise of his arm. He's focused on his opponent here, bar none.
In the past, D! would have killed to fight in front of a crowd this size in a heavyweight match. Now...well, it's a match of a different kind, and he's got another shot at taking some things out on a target of his frustrations. Fists clench, wraps flexing as he approaches the center of the ring for the ref's instructions. The rules are a lot more lax, so the word is shorter...but even then, eyes bore through toward Bison. Not as vulgar...but it shows he's definitely ready to start this brawl NOW.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD has started a fight here.
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Oh, those eyes. Those eyes... Bison grins. "Ya look sour, kid..." Meanwhile the announcer is scurrying back, reading off the rest of the card.
"This is a no-holds-barred match! A fight between titans! As such, we have no referees!" As if a ref could stop Bison. Someone, somewhere, rings a bell, signifying the start of the match.
And it's as if that ringing of the bell totally changes Bison's personality. The big man raises his hands--no gloves for this fight, just pure barehand boxing--and starts slamming his fists together. "C'MON! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU GONNA PUKE!!" Each impact sounds like a shot, and most people--even other fighters--would probably be in pain from what those big, beefy hands are doing to each other.
Bison /feeds/ on pain, though. Pain turns to anger, and anger boils into his blood, riles him up... gets him all charged up. *SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM* *SLAM*
"You know... you gon' DIE tonight!" And finally, Bison spits at D, a big, thick loogie. It doesn't go far enough to reach the man--lands just short. But it shows what he thinks of him.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
Intimidation? D!'s spent a lifetime in this ring, and seen it all, even Bison's bulk bearing down with murder in his eyes. Not before such a large crowd, but he's felt that feeling of impending danger....and he swallows up all that emotion up, steeling his nerves as he backs up from the center of the ring, and puts his fists up in a variant of the peek-a-boo guard.
Eyes peering over his knuckles at Bison once the bell rings, he holds back, figuring Bison would charge in to press the attack first. However, when the bigger man simply slams his fists together, firing himself up, it seems it's up to D! to start off the whole shebang. Frowning, he makes a careful, wary approach, keeping balanced on the balls of his feet as he comes in. No holds barred, right? Well...this would be a fitting approach then, as D! keeps his distance...and then swings out a sharp twisting upper into thin air. "Hhhrr!" Not simply taunting though, no, as a spreading arc of sparking energy swings out with that rising fist, the blast pressing toward Bison to hopefully disrupt the Raging Buffalo's rhythm.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures HeavyD's Blast Upper.
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HeavyD 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
The blast of energy is flung right into Bison. And he takes the hit--and it staggers him. It staggers him all of a single step, though... and the gain was quite worth it. Bison regains the step... and sniffs, once. Rubbing his nose with his thumb, in a manner reminiscent of a certain famous martial artist.
"Not bad, punk ass. Few years ago that mighta hurt." Then Bison lunges forward, suddenly--going from stillness to violent motion abruptly, completely, shouting.
"BUT YOU GOTTA HAVE A LOT MORE THAN THAT T' PUT ME DOWN, SUCKER!!" Of course, he /did/ lose a step... but that doesn't seem to be mattering to him, much, as he closes in on D!, his right hand pulled back, then thrust forward, pistoning outwards in a power straight punch, aimed right squarely for D's chin. Punching someone in the chin is not generally the best idea, when barehanded, but... who's gonna tell Bison that?
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks M.Bison's Dash Straight.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 M.Bison
And lo the thunder comes, Bison rampaging in as D! expected earlier. The full extension straight aims straight for D!'s chin...but instead meets the full steel guard of the other man's forearms as he covers up. For sure it stings, and with that much power it's going to keep stinging for a while...but better there than his unprotected chin.
"Talk less," he says in a contrasting downkey tone as his arms pull back from the block. His left hand cocked back, he makes for a methodic, mundane, but quite academic shot to Bison's sides, trying to scramble up those insides with a shot to the liver.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks HeavyD's Medium Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 M.Bison
The punch impacts on Bison's arm; a liver blow is a good shot, but only in certain situations... it's a bit early to be trying it here... Bison smirks at the other boxer, though it's just a baring of teeth, really. "You think you gonna shut me up? THINK AGAIN!!" Even so, just after the block, Bison is twisting around, pushing D's punching hand away--not just a block, but an attempt to deflect, to open D's guard.
For all that Bison is overwhelming in strength, he is a boxer, and while he's more of a power puncher than a technician he isn't without skill.
Of course, this /is/ a match without rules--and so Bison suddenly steps into D, twisting, snapping his other arm around in an attempt ot smash his elbow into D!'s jaw--a sort of very abbreviated uppercut, really, all told. Definitely not standard boxing... techniques more suited to an out and out street fight, down and dirty.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits HeavyD with Medium Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\0 M.Bison
While D! wasn't execting an out and out boxing match, that doesn't mean he's totally prepared for the out of bounds tactics by Bison. And the twisting guard was definitely sound skill as is. Of course, the rising elbow to clip at D!'s chin negates that for the most part, as it does D!'s earlier pressure. Head reeling back from the strike, the wedgehawked one finds himself a little shakey on his legs. "Nhh...dammit..." he hisses, gritting his teeth and forcing his weight down to keep from falling back too much. Reaching out, he feints for a jab, left reaching over Bison's shoulder...then attempting to grab him by it to pull him into another series of body shots, this time aimed straight for BIson's solar plexus.
D!'s got it in his head that he's gotta chop down to the big redwood before you hack at the treetops, and it's showing with his focus on the body blows.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Reverse Stomach Buster from HeavyD with Improvised Grapple.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 M.Bison
D's getting in some good shots; Bison isn't fooled by the feint, but he finds D's hand speed to be a bit much--by the time he's getting in with his own shots, he's out of position, and he takes a few to the stomach. It doesn't rock his world--but maybe D''s gained a measure of respect in Bison's eyes... well...
...nah. Bison pushes away after five or six blows, and staggers for a moment, before righting himself. "Heh... okay. You got some punches... I'll give ya that... but I'm gonna tell you right now... you don't got what it takes! You hear me? I'm THE RAGING BUFFALO!! I DON'T LOSE TO SHIT LIKE YOU!!" Pumping himself up? Rebuilding his confidence? It's hard to say--either way he does seem pretty damn pumped up...
The outburst seems to underscore the differences in boxing philosophy between Bison and D!. Whereas Bison is more than happy to face things down with pure overbearing, overwhelming power, D!, for all his strength, banks on the side of finesse when he can. It's no surprise that the body shots didn't shut Bison up, phase him, or give the wedgehawked boxer any respect there. Patience, grasshopper....
Winding back after he's pushed away, D!'s footwork takes him in a rhythmic path around the bulky Buffalo. Working with his footspeed AND handspeed, he makes a step in, as if to come in for another series of body blows, instead aiming to pop Bison with a nice, snapping one-two combination.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks HeavyD's Light Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 M.Bison
The one-two combination is... weak. It's so weak that Bison doesn't even attempt to do anything about it, except put up a fist. But the very weakness of that punch... gets him mad. It gets him even angrier than before. "Th' fuck is that?!?" he snarls, squeezing his muscles, bunching them up, seeming to bulk up in size.
"You playin' around with me, shithole? You think you got me beat, you gon' slap me 'round a little? YOU /UNDERESTIMATING ME/?!?!?" Bison's hands snap outwards, grabbing for D's shoulders. And if he gets that grab, he'll haul the other boxer up, off his feet--despite his size--and start slamming him with headbutts. One headbutt, two headbutts, three, four... five... maybe even six or seven. And then he'd toss D to the canvas, contempuously.
"SCREW YOU, ASSHOLE!! NOW YOU'RE REALLY GONNA EAT IT!!"
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks M.Bison's Head Bomber.
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HeavyD 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 M.Bison
It might not have the force behind it a full on straight would...but if Bison's a Megaton Bomb, D!'s a fighter pilot's chaingun. Not as powerful...but rapid fire shots accumulate quite quickly. Again, D! puts aside the taunts. He's not about to wing out full power shots all day, and the casual swatting away of the one-two combo isn't going to worry him yet.
"Keep talking, maybe you'll bust a vein and get some blood in my eyes, that satisfy you?" D! says, despite his lack of talkativeness. When Bison reaches out to grab his shoulders, D! tries to pull back and away from the grasp. WHile he's caught bfore he can slip out, he manages to lean away and wing aside the repeated headbutts, forearms pushing them aside so his shoulders, rather than his head, absorb the blows. Not idea...but better them than his brain.
Pushed the canvas, he grunts...and quickly swipes out his arm, a hook punched aimed directly into Bison's knee to take the big man off his feet. Patience, grasshopper...and perhaps an opening will come.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Hook Punch from HeavyD with Turn Punch.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1 M.Bison
D's mistake is thinking that Bison hasn't trained for such things. That it'll surprise him. No, Bison's long learned about this weakness, 'the weakness of boxing'--D knows it too, doesn't he? That boxers' legs are vulnerable. But you can't fight in the street fighting world without encountering those who will use that weak point...
Bison turns away, just as the punch comes; instead of cracking into the knee from the side, it impacts on the knee directly, right where the kneecap is boniest, able to take the damage. And then he's turning back--like unleashing a coiled spring. His right fist suddenly is just right into Heavy D's face, at immense speed, the punch sounding like a shotgun blast as Bison powers through it, like he were attempting to pin D's head to the far wall--the strength of the punch actually sending him away from D by a bit, skidding across the mat until he comes to a stop.
"You want blood in your eyes? THEN I'LL PUNCH YOU 'TIL YOUR EYES EXPLODE!!" Bison is, apparently, not the most eloquent... though the threat is very vivid.
Hooof, now that was a mistake, it seems. The shot to the knee D! sends out is nothing compared to the hammering blow that Bison slams out in return, crashing into the side of D!'s head and sends him skitting across the ring until he's caught by the ring ropes, only barely hanging on and avoiding being tossed out of the ring. "Nughhnnn...." Thankfully, there's no 10 count, as D! isn't sure how quickly he could pull himself up after that shot, though to his feet he finally rises.
And blood? There's a nasty gash above his eyes, not to mention the busted lip and the already swelling jaw. The shot was a thunderous one, after all. Spitting out some of the red in his mouth as he narrows eyes toward Bison, he decides...no more talk. No more games. He wants power?...lets give him power. Focusing all his energy into his right fist, D! channels everything he's got in his gut, enough that anyone with a good figther's sense would feel quite a charge surrounding that hand.
And then a thunderous drop of his left foot, planting it hard and twisting the rest of his body, every muscle working to power the punch. Upon full extension, all that energy explodes out, a cannon shot toward Bison that even he might not be able to toally absorb.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts D. Magnum from HeavyD with Gigaton Blow+.
+ Epic Hit! +
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HeavyD 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison... can feel, on some level, the power that D! is pulling in. That he's preparing to use. It's an instinctive feeling; his senses aren't refined enough to understand the buildup of chi. He isn't sophisticated enough to know what D's attack is. All he knows is... it's the perfect moment. A moment frozen in time... as he lunges forward, almost in time with D--almost. Almost... but Bison is just a fraction of a second faster, and his right hand--that right hand that can fell elephants, break steel, crush rock... all of Bison's power is right there.
To the uneducated, the punch doesn't look signficantly different from the other punches Bison uses--he does seem to specialize in straight punches--but D! knows. He knows not only at a skill level but at a personal level--this punch, the Gigaton Blow... the impact sound isn't like a shotgun. It isn't like a grenade. It's a goddamn 50-megaton bomb going off, a deep-bass sound that reverberates for fifteen seconds after the impact. Bison's power is such that he's hurled himself, essentially, into the other corner; D's power, his punch, deflected--Bison doesn't even realize that he actually did get hit by the Magnum, until he looks across, to his left, seeing that his shoulder is smoking with residual power.
The crowd is silent, their cheering and yelling suddenly cut as if someone shut the power off--at least for this perfect moment...
It's to be expected, considering Bison's nickname. His sheer momentum is overwhelming...and while it's difficult to consider him a boxer at times despite his obvious grasp of the intangibles, no one can deny the sheer physical speed he can come at you.
So it's unfortuante for D! that he didn't get another second to work with. Another second...and maybe he could have stopped him cold. Another second, and the Magnum might have been the key to chopping Bison down like he was planning in his strategy. Instead....his head nearly comes clean off, the power drilling the wedgehawked one into the turnbuckle pads as if he was a 50 lbs baby. Despite the obvious wreck his body has become though...D! is still standing! What's this?!
"..." However, he's not quite...all home unfortunately. Eyes hazed, body held up as if only by strings, the last bit of energy fixates on Bison....and drops his fist to the ground. One last blast, it seems, as his fist and the mat in front of him explodes in a burst of chi firing upward. One last blast, to remind Bison of the match, hopefully.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison dodges HeavyD's Soul Flower.
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The last gasp of defiance--Bison knows it well. Many of his opponents try this... one last desperate attack. Bison... sidesteps, twice, as that chi flowers upwards--a pretty last statement, if nothing else. Still, the arena is silent, in the face of the sudden, brutal beating that the Raging Buffalo just delivered; he turns, his beady eyes fixing everyone in one slow pan.
"Remember, HE COULD BE YOU!" he shouts, nudging D!'s unconscious body with a toe. Then he turns towards the announcer. "Sheeit. I'm done here. Gonna go get me a hooker an' some booze. Needta relax... goddamn punk ass 'American Eagle'..." It's certainly his victory--but it isn't a victory that anyone wanted to see, except Bison.
As for D!....a long while in traction, to be sure. Not the triumphant return he wanted in the very least, and a nice reminder that he's got a long way to go in the world....not that he's thinking about that right now, or much else for that matter.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:43:33 02/16/2009 by M.Bison, and last modified on 12:05:14 02/18/2009.