Description: Disorder and anarchy has struck the Southtown Penitentiary in the wake of a jail-wide prison break, supposedly orchestrated by the forces of the Southtown Syndicate. As the guards are overwhelmed and hundreds of dangerous criminals threaten to be released out onto the unsuspecting citizens of Southtown, it is up to a small few to hold them at bay -- a small few like the mighty Russian Bear, Zangief, and private investigator/grappling enthusiast, Mary Ryan. But not everyone is here to save the day; Southsynd/Mad Gear enforcer Poison has been ordered to utilize the confusion in order to release a valuable asset from the prison's solitary confinement: Ryuji Yamazaki. And when one adds Shenwoo, the God of Battle, into the mix... all of these fighters may very well find themselves seized up by the grip of chaos overflowing throughout the entire prison.
He's been staring at the inside of a very small box for about three days now.
After the third (was it really the third? He couldn't remember) riot, the wardens had decided to keep Yamazaki in his little hell box to calm down the rest of the prison populace. Truth was, after sending the local Triad gang to the hospital wing ... all of them ... he owned the place. And he was one of the few who could do it without connections. Without backup, and without support.
The local Syndicate lowbies had tried to recruit him. Pfuh.
Still. After Choi escaped, though, questions started getting asked. Privileges had started getting revoked. And by the end of the day, Yamazaki started the riot that landed him in here just out of sheer boredom.
But being in solitary didn't improve his mood any.
The gangster sat in his little cell two sizes too small, hunched over silently, his elbows crossing his knees, his teeth grit. You know, if he sees Geese again, he's gonna have to pay a lot to keep Yamazaki from socking him in the jaw. He's starting to get really bored..
And it might not be so easy for him to play nice with the law if they keep him in here much longer.
SOME TIME AGO
"Who can we spare to get Yamazaki out? We need someone who can... /get it done/, but worst case scenario, we won't be /losing/ much..."
AFTER THAT
Poison grins as she's slammed to the ground violently and cuffed by Southtown riot police struggling to hold the line against the warlords trying to overtake their city. She didn't even have to /do/ anything. Well, after she shot at them a few times, anyway.
AND AFTER THAT
"We're damn near full, people are /trying/ to get locked up lately. Think it'll, y'know, keep 'em fed, keep 'em safe, in the midst of all this."
"This one's Southtown Syndicate. Pretty high up in Mad Gear, for whatever that's worth these days. Might be worth keeping h...er off the streets."
"Well put, Suzuki. Inaba, I don't think anyone's searched her yet. Get the kit, get to work."
"Yes sir!"
SOON
"Very fucking funny, guys. Very fucking funny."
AND FINALLY
Poison Kiss has been in prison for all of a day. In that time, she's made some very good friends the only way a t-girl can in prison, and these good friends are poised to help her. "You see, boys," the pink-haired woman(-ish) says, having taken her orange prison uniform and torn and tied it into a crop top and a pair of very short shorts, "right now, it's /hell/ out there. The law means /nothing/. If you got out now, you could just... /disappear/. And no one would find you. Certainly not these idiots." The small group is huddled in the prison cafeteria, and Poison sits in one of their laps. They are mostly neo-Nazis -- Japan doesn't have many of them (outside of Roy Bromwell), and those that do tend to do some very, very bad things to get into prison. Which is what Poison wants -- and luckily, her friendliness overcame the fact that she's pretty blatantly Japanese.
"These guards are running on no sleep, no rest. Look at them, they're about to collapse where they stand. All we need to do..." Poison says, grinning, "is overpower them and get their guns. And then the /fun/ can start. Don't you want to have some /fun/, White Power Bill?"
White Power Bill slowly smiles.
Zangief looks to his partner. Blue Mary. Not the kind of person he was -used- to working with, certainly. But. Desperate times called for desperate measures. Why, it seemed like only yesterday that he had met the woman...
*INSERT FLASHBACK MUSIC HERE*
(Six hours ago)
Even in the middle of hell, there is always someone looking to make money, and this particular street vendor is still determined to peddle his wares come hell or high water. Behind him, there is another explosion as -something- explodes, sending concrete dust scattering all over the place. And right into the hulking Russian's beard, as he strokes it, considering what had to be one of the -LEAST- Russian lunches of all time.
Tacos.
"No borscht?" He asks, and the vendor shakes his head, "No caviar?" Solemn shake of the head, "Raw ... potato?" Nope.
Another explosion. Some gunfire. A policeman runs past actually /on/ fire, and Zangief turns to the person behind him in the queue. Blue Mary!
"Is getting too loud to even order lunch out here! Perhaps it is time the RED CYCLONE went and stopped this riot! With my fists, eh Comrade!"
The large man punches the air, and declares, loudly, "But first... A LARGE BEAN TACO!"
*INSERT BACK TO PRESENT MUSIC HERE*
Shaking his head quickly, Zangief smashes his fist into his palm. The prison really was in full Riot Mode. And so, seven foot of angry Russian finds himself confronted with a veritable tide of nasty scum to smash. Somehow, even over the rioting din, Zangief's voice is pretty audible. Nobody, after all, has ever been able to describe Zangief as a /quiet/ man. And he's actively bellowing to get his message through.
"STOP!" He roars, "BECAUSE ANY OF YOU WHO DON'T, YOU ARE ASKING TO GO UP AGAINST /THE RED CYCLONE/. I'LL TAKE YOU ALL! YOU THINK YOU GOT WHAT IT TAKES TO STAND UP TO ME? YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! LETS. GET. IT. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORN!"
Yes, yes. Many people have retreated inside of the prison in the hopes of safety and security, doing whatever they can to get themselves arrested. It's funny what people in a desperate enough situation will do, right? There's a war on, after all.
Other people, meanwhile, have actually broken in.
Having heard rumours that a certain individual he may have had a beef with back home in Shanghai had managed to get themselves locked in prison in Southtown, of all places, Shenwoo decided to do what only someone with his own peculiar thought patterns would do: Go in there and beat the guy up a little bit. It was a sound plan, a simple plan, and honestly he only had to knock out like, ten or fifteen guards /tops/ before he managed to get himself inside. Then, of course, he had to /find/ the guy, which meant getting information out of inmates, which of course meant beating /them/ up.
As you can imagine, Shenwoo's presence caused the situation in the prison to deteriorate /pretty quickly/.
So even while Poison and her posse foment rebellion in the hopes of liberating Ryuji Yamazaki in the ensuing chaos, she(?) might be disappointed to discover that someone had /already done so/. And that someone is a tall man with dirty-blond hair and an unbuttoned silk shirt with a dragon embroidered on the back; his pants are black leather. There's only one person it could possibly be, and that is, of course, the self-styled God of Battle.
"Ha ha ha, you guys suck!"
Shenwoo sounds oddly cheerful as he shouts over the din of other guys shouting and beating each other up, venting various frustrations and pent-up anger from their time in lockup; but Shen is in the thick of things, in the middle of general population, and he seems to be attempting to take on most of the prison's population himself, figuring that sooner or later he'll get to the guy he wants. A swath of unconscious and/or simply too badly beaten to continue fighting inmates lie about, and Shenwoo stands tall, like the mighty superman he is. His gleeful pummelling of unfortunate career criminals is, sadly, interrupted by the arrival... Of a Russian.
"...Man, who the hell are you supposed to be?" Shenwoo wonders, almost sulkily, of Zangief, in the eerie silence that follows the big wrestler's thunderous declaration. Shen has a rather fearful-looking guy dangling from one fist, clutching the dude by a handful of his jumpsuit, his other fist poised to punch him so hard his momma would feel it.
But Zangief /ruined it/.
SIX HOURS AGO:
Blue Mary is looking a little... /blue/. After escaping a complex situation, she had a distinct case of 'if I don't eat something, I will die.' She misses a lot of things, such as her dog, and so she doesn't look all that chipper as she turns her attention up towards the looming mass of the Red Cyclone.
But she's not one to lay down easy. "See," she says, pointing with an index finger at the stand's menu, "You're getting it. In Mexico, they don't call it 'borscht'... They call it 'chicken tortilla soup!'"
NOW:
Blue Mary hopes Anton got home OK.
She's letting Zangief do the talking; he's got the pipes for it, and besides which, she's not sure she could tell him not to. She steps around his meaty bulk, one hand on her hip as she extends that same damn index finger outwards, adding a ringing soprano, "So you're one of the big ones, are you?" towards - the God of War? "Well, if you take off the head, you kill the body!"
She leans forwards then, running towards Shenwoo's back as his forwards-facing-parts (such as arms) seem to be occupied in correctional violence. Mary may not have noticed his lack of prison garb, based on the speed with which she approaches him, wrapping her arms around his waist and aiming to slam him backwards, headfirst, onto the cold prison ground!
This may or may not be to the advantage of Dan Hitler or whoever, wriggling in Shenwoo's deadly grasp.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Zangief has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: BlueMary has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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JUST A FEW MOMENTS AGO
White Power Bill and his minions stalk slowly toward the guards, who begin to twig that something is up --
-- and then a flaming library book cart is kicked through the doors to the cafeteria, overturning when it hits a bump and sending flaming books flying everywhere. The virus spreads, the cafeteria turning into not only chaos, but chaos on fire.
Poison glances around, and rubs her head gently.
"...that was a freebie."
NOW
Having stolen an officer's cap while White Power Bill was busy strangling him, Poison frowns at how it doesn't situate on her head quite as perfectly -- but she'd feel naked without it, so it stays. The nearly-naked Mad Gear mainstay struts through the chaos, plucking things from cells as she goes -- bits and pieces of the horror and hell that is prison.
The effect of this is that by the time she kicks open the remnants of the door to the area Zangief, Blue Mary, and Shenwoo are in, she's wearing obscenely tight cutoff shorts, a barely-legal crop top wifebeater, and tall stiletto heels. A heavy steel chain hangs over the back of her neck, clutched in each hand, pulled as casually taut as one might a jumprope. The former pro wrestling valet recognizes the Red Cyclone instantly: "Wow," she murmurs, mostly to herself, upon seeing him in person. "I wonder if he needs a girlfriend."
Then, shaking her head, Poison refocuses herself. "'Scuse me," she says, attempting to just brazenly strut past the trio of fighters, as if a riot were not happening around them. "Gotta go pick something up, back in a flash."
"WHO AM I MEANT TO BE?!"
Shenwoo hadn't /actually/ slapped Zangief in the face. But, from the looks of him, he might as well have done. The large Russian simply isn't used to -not- being recognized. Even as his partner charges forwards, Zangief himself decides to take this time to, in the tradition of all good wrestlers, rant and rave about precisely who he is, and how much pain (hint: a lot) was going to be brought down against these suckers.
"I'm the RED CYCLONE! -NOTHING- stands up against me! When I step into the fight, the whole world knows what it means to face the power of glorious Mother Russia! You say you don't know who I am? WELL, YOU BETTER GET READY, COMRADE!"
SUDDENLY, he rounds, ready to /SMASH/ the first unfortunate inmate to get in his way- because, well, crushing some unlucky individual with one meaty fist is probably a pretty good way of introducing the power of the Red Cyclone to the rest of the world--
Luckily, he stops himself just in time. Soviet loyalty meaning: Do not touch those with Hats of Authority.
Which is why instead of punching Poison in the face as she walks past the group, he swings wildly, and instead smashes... the wall, next to her head instead. Luckily able to divert his course at the last moment.
"AH! Yes! Sorry Officer!"
...
"... Undercover?"
COMBATSYS: Zangief gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: BlueMary successfully hits Shenwoo with Backdrop Real.
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With a flip of her hair and a smile, Poison just winks at Zangief as she keeps walking.
A surprise attack, eh?
Shenwoo is a bit distracted by Zangief to really notice Mary's approach until she actually speaks to him, from her position alongside her 'partner'. That's a... Really mismatched duo. Like something out of a buddy comedy movie, or something. When the blonde charges him, Shen tries to get out of the way, but he's a little tied up at the moment; instead, he gets caught around the waist by Ms. Ryan, and quite unceremoniously back dropped, his head smashing painfully into the hard floor. His victim, whoever the thug was, is released, and takes the opportunity to get the /hell away from Shenwoo/.
Go figure.
"Heh heh, you're not just another small fry, huh?" Shen wonders of Mary, largely rhetorically. "That's good, I was starting to get pretty bored here!" With a wide, wolfish grin on his face and a wild glint in his black eyes, Shenwoo leaps up off the ground and lunges right at Mary, reaching out to try catching her by the throat with one hand. If he manages that, then his plan is simple: Lift her up off of her feet whilst crushing her windpipe with the clench of his fist, leather glove creaking audibly as he does so. "Ha ha ha!" he'll laugh, before simply tossing Blue Mary aside.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary counters Kyakuten Touchi from Shenwoo with Mary Head Buster.
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Mary might or might not be able to spot out Poison Kiss's sultry disguise with her clean cut American styles from the big city with a good heart and/or a guest role in a Madonna video. Fortunately she is too busy throwing a dude. She rolls out from underneath Shenwoo, turning to face him with her arms raised up in a somewhat guarded stance. "Hey!" she protests ("protests," anyway) "Don't judge someone by their size, you know. It can be -"
Shenwoo is fast. Mary can feel sweat run down the small of her back as she sees him coming, but Mary is helped by Shenwoo's /direct/ approach. There isn't a feint here, which means it's easy for her to move just a fraction of an inch aside, which means that that clasping hand's fingernails brush against her throat on the way past.
Mary is already reaching ahead to grasp his bicep and ram her elbow up into his armpit, turning around as she finishes with "DANGEROUS!" before twisting forwards with the rest of Shenwoo's own momentum, using herself as the pivot for a one-way trip to head-on-concreteville, population: Him.
What the hell is that noise outside..
Sounds like a bunch of cats fighting. Distantly, the sounds of rage reach him, the gangster taking in a slow and long-suffering breath. The thick claws he'd otherwise refer to as fingers flex. And as they do, the orange jumpsuit of his barely manages to stay on when muscles in his biceps tighten.
"Ah, when will those guys learn," he murmurs, a father looking after his children with a peculiar little twinkle in his eye. He stifles a cackle. "Somebody's been having fun without me."
It sounds like a full blown riot out there by now.
It's so loud, he can't even stand it!!
Outside, in the individual solitary cells, it's hard to discern individual inmates from eachother, most of the cells numbered instead of named. Peeking slides would allow looks into each prisoner's individual cell, but most are keeping quiet. Instead, Poison will get kind of an easy shortcut to telling which of the cells is Yamazaki's:
WHOOM.
It's the only one with a dent in the steel about seven inches wide.
Oh, and it's probably missing a bolt or two.
WHAM.
Uh, nevermind. The door just kind of caved in.
Carrying the heavy steel impaled on one of his long fists, Yamazaki just mutters idly, dragging the thing to a side before he just discards it like so much ruined balsa wood. "Fuck is all this racket out here!?" he rages, as if rage were just kind of a hobby for him. "Gettin to be I can't nap for shit. I think I'mma have to tan some more hides.." he growls, bile seething behind every syllable.
See, that's kind of the thing that some people didn't get.
Nobody 'holds' Yamazaki against his will, and the only reason he hasn't eaten half the prison guard yet is because he didn't want to make things uncomfortable for his life outside.
Poison is about to try and lever the door open when it explodes outward -- she gets out of the way in the very nick of time, having deftly avoided direct confrontation (for now). "Hey, handsome," she says, grinning broadly as she eyes Yamazaki from the tips of his toes to the peroxide of his hair. "Looks like I'll be your... escort," she says, not even trying to hide any salacious double meanings.
"You want to get outta here, then follow me, because the boss has been /desperately/ needing your services lately." Poison winks, and turns away from Yamazaki, making sure to put extra oomph into her strut. "There's a riot goin' on, by the way... so let's see if we can't break some heads open on our way to the exit, sexy. I'm interested in your... Sadomazo." Poison giggles, twirling her chain far from innocently as she begins heading back toward where Mary, Zangief, and Shenwoo are brawling -- either he'll follow and fight his way through, or he'll follow to kill her for daring to speak to him. With Yamazaki, one can never tell.
Hrm. Something is very not right about that police officer...
Zangief only has to look at the fight before him to see that Mary could handle herself perfectly fine without him. So, the large Russian decides, there is only one sensible course of action. If he was worried that the strange, pink-haired, practically nude police officer might /NOT/ be all she appears to be, he should...
Follow her stealthily!
Which is precisely what he doesn't do. Instead, by the time he's worked out this is what he should probably be doing, heavy footsteps are /just/ rounding the corridor to meet Poison- and, potentially, Yamazaki- as she returns to the area they had been fighting.
"VERY CLEVER!" The Russian booms, "But..." He cracks his knuckles, narrowing his eyes at Poison, "THAT HAT DOESN'T FIT!"
And with that, he is suddenly /spinning/ across the distance between them. If Poison really does know her wrestling, this really shouldn't come as much of a surprise, as he leads with one of his more infamous techniques. Aiming to clobber her directly in the gut with a great deal of force.
Well, Shenwoo can't say he didn't walk right into that one.
Caught by Mary, the berserker's eyes widen in surprise, just for a moment, before he finds himself getting an arm under his arm, quite roughly, and then getting flipped on his ass by the petite blonde, breath rushing out of his lungs in a loud torrent as he strikes the concrete. For a moment, Shen lays there, staring at the lights. And then, his shoulders start to shake, his body slowly curling up into a seated position.
He seems to be... Laughing...?
"Heh heh heh... You've definitely got finesse," he says. Finesse is not something the God of Battle is particularly known for; cunning, sure. Overwhelming power, definitely. But finesse? Not so much. Getting to his feet with a quickness, the Shanghai-born brawler clenches both fists tightly, the leather of his gloves groaning in protest. "All these idiots in here were just a bunch of weaklings... If they weren't all somebody's dogs, I wouldn't have even bothered with them." Besides, they got in his way. "But you... You're gonna be a lot more fun to fight!!" It's not even about /winning/, not with Shenwoo, much as he enjoys that. It's not about hurting people. It's just... The fight. Fight, fight, nothing but the fight, forever and ever and ever.
"SO!!" Shenwoo announces, grinning more wildly than before. "How about I show you JUST HOW MUCH FUN THIS IS GOING TO BE?!" Suddenly, Shenwoo goes from 'standing there' to 'moving forward at ridiculous speeds', blurring in and out of sight as he careens towards Mary fist-first, a shockwave of pure power riding in front of him, enveloping him. Turning him into some kind of insane human missile. "SHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"
COMBATSYS: BlueMary blocks Shenwoo's Zetsu! Gekiken.
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There's something about all this which doesn't sit right with Mary, but she can't in any way define it. She chalks it up, perhaps, to being in a /prison/. Probably like ten dudes are looking at her butt.
Or hm. "Somebody's dogs?" she asks, sharply. "You're here to beat them up for all this chaos? But they're already in prison - why --" Oh he's running right for her! Mary's arms come up in a cross block which is enough to get the force of the blow to burst on her arms instead of on her delicate ladylike features, the force of it still enough to stagger her back a good two paces. She looks startled afterwards; maybe she was getting cocky.
"If you're involved," she makes herself say, voice shaking for a moment before regaining confidence, "in all of this shit hurting the city, the only fun's going to be - Ahh," she makes a vague wave, "I'm too tired for these speeches." Instead she takes a leaning step forwards, pivoting upwards with a 'woo!' of a kiai to aim a sweeping kick up at the side of Shenwoo's upper body!
Yeah; for the record: One of those guys looking at your ass is gonna be Yamazaki.
Then again, in all truth, Yamazaki's considered eating Poison too, at least once or twice as she sashays down the hall. But as interested as she was in his Sadomazo, she kept pace ahead of him, just far enough that he'd have to possibly run to chase her down in time enough to lock her in a cell with him for about three to six days. And --really-- Yamazaki doesn't run for shit.
And according to her, there was a /party/ to be getting to.
"Whatever you say, princess," Yamazaki grouses, sniffing the air disdainfully. "Boss owes me big for letting me stew this long!!!" Yamazaki was going to tear apart half the Syndicate himself if he wasn't paid big and fast. Course--when they get over within leering range of Mary in the main court, the hallway is filled with entirely too much whirling Russian Rage, Yamazaki looks taken aback. Who--is that Captain Russia?
Then it's like Poison is trapped between a Hard Place, and a Harder Place.
Yamazaki's arm seems to stretch across the expanse just over Poison's head as Zangief goes low for her, his bicep finally just going off like equal parts thunder and lightning, all directed into a cannonblow of a punch into the Madman of Moscow's jaw.
"FORGET THE KEWPIE DOLL!!!" Yamazaki howls, "I'll ram her hat right up that G-string of yours, meat pie!!"
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Zangief's Double Lariat.
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Poison is indeed familiar with the infamous
DOUBLE LARIAT
but not quite prepared to defend herself against it. "What th--"
Poison throws her arms up in the nick of time, resulting in the Red Cyclone's spinning assault hitting her right in the arms, as opposed to right in the mouth. Nonetheless, the force of the attack is enough to send her soaring backward. She's actually lifted off of her feet, stiletto heels becoming Air Jordans as she makes a very meaningful impact with the wall behind her, a loud 'SMACK' as her head bounces off of it.
Poison's hat tumbles to the ground, useless.
"You know," Poison murmurs as she clutches the back of her head, spying a piece of debris -- a door hinge, knocked loose in the rioting, broken, twisted, sharp. "If you keep flirting like that, Yamazaki, a girl could get jealous." Poison throws the sharp hinge with the trained eye of a professional, using Zangief's massive pectoral forest as a target.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Zangief with Snake Tamer.
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COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Poison's Knife Throw.
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*POW!*
Quite suddenly, Zangief finds himself going in the opposite direction to Poison. It isn't often that a blow packs enough raw force to break the momentum of the Red Cyclone when he gets a'spinnin'. But Yamazaki manages just that, and what a painful lesson it is. In fact, it's the sort of image that might, just, cause a little attention from Blue Mary and the God of Battle. As several hundred pounds of Russian comes crashing to a halt in the background.
With a grunt, Zangief picks himself up from the floor, and stomps one booted foot back down. HRMPH.
And with that, he is suddenly barreling forwards once more. Poison's doorknob doesn't even begin to slow him down as he simply takes it. Fuelled by rage and a burning desire to pay Yamazaki back in kind, Zangief wastes no time at all, simply /HURLING/ himself into the air, his arms stretched out wide, he plummets from the sky like some kind of horrific avalanche of muscle and hair, fully intending to squash Yamazaki flat underneath him with a mighty.
"HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
COMBATSYS: BlueMary successfully hits Shenwoo with Roundhouse Kick.
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The fact that Mary was able to defend agains that fast, powerful attack would probably dishearten most fighters; Shenwoo just looks like he's enjoying himself all the more. "The hell are you talking about?" the brawler wonders, looking dubious. "I was just here looking for someone!" The attack that follows from Blue Mary is... Deceptively slow. It seems like the God of Battle should have plenty of room to avoid it, and he tries to turn his surprising speed to his advantage there... Instead getting kicked right in the head for his troubles, the force of it staggering him to one side. "Ha ha ha!" he laughs, gleeful about Mary's obvious strength and skill. "It's not my fault if they wouldn't tell me where he was!"
Okay, maybe it is a little bit, but not from his logic. Shen just doesn't get what she's talking about, him being 'involved'. Psssh. Like he'd ever work for someone else.
Again, suddenly, he's rushing forward at the blonde, lashing out with his fit in a rushing punch. Not as powerful or as fast as the other one, but... Pretty scary, nonetheless. "Graaah!" Shenwoo bellows, as he treats Mary to his most popular and oft-used technique!
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits BlueMary with Gekiken.
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"Looking for someone in particular, huh?!" Mary cries out. Then someone in the background screams about meat pies and runs in to engage in some kind of screaming punch at the back of Zangief, the miracle of Soviet steroid technology!
This distracts her enough that she does not really see the punch. It's to be fair not something that you see, so much as that you experience!
Mary is lifted bodily upwards after being punched in the general collarbone area, the removal from the ground taking a lot of the force that might have become 'mangled Mary' and turning it into 'flying backwards', which is what she does with extreme speed. She is in the air nearly eight yards before slamming into a half-open cell door, slamming it shut and sliding to the ground with an "ugh".
But then, perhaps to Shenwoo's pleasure, she pushes herself back up, brushing off her shoulders and taking a deep breath rather forcefully. She doesn't advance, though, instead taking several more of those breaths and calling towards him, "Is that all you've got, a running punch?! Not bad - but you should branch out more!"
COMBATSYS: BlueMary gathers her will.
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COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Zangief's Aerial Russian Slam.
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Ryuji Yamazaki, still free-wheeling off his successful arrest of the Red Cyclone's momentum, rolls into an easy step forward, one hand sliding into a pocket. Did anybody really notice? Maybe not, not in this kind of atmosphere. In this kind of party, a guy could get away with--
"Heheheheheh..."
His sadistic giggle getting lost in the battle below, Yamazaki gathers Poison's hat with his free hand idly. "Tell you what, Raggedy Ann," the gangster growls, "all the lines are right.. but something about you smells funny. In my own time, I'm gonna find what it is, and I'm gonna break it off and eat it." He glances up, bleach blonde hair perking a little with the motion.
--And then Zangief lands on him with an earthshaking body splash.
That would seem to be it. It's almost like having a truck fall on you. Yeah, you know, when that tends to happen, people tend to be in pain. People tend to be in a lot of pain. People tend not to want to get up. But here's the thing; some people.. like pain. Some people... enjoy being hurt. Some people... just want to share some of that wealth.
Zangief will feel Yamazaki shift underneath him, before the brawler, now bloodied with a wicked case of road (hair) rash across one half of his face, attempts to just roughly throw the wrestler off of him with one arm, standing now in a fucking indenture in the earth, his shoes detailing divots where the fucking sledgehammer of a man landered. You can almost taste the crunch of his spine re-expanding. Part of this balanced breakfast.
"CALL IT A DATE!!!" he shrieks, launching himself headlong at Zangief, that massive claw of a hand leading the charge. He wants to grab that guy before he can say anything about Russia again. He wants to grab him, and run his head across the ground like a floor buffer. He wants to just tear through railings and walls and fly out into the open sky, all so he can just get a little more going on that guy's head when he drives it right through a prison TV (FUCKING MISS SALLY'S SCHOOLYARD) in a massive explosion of kick-your-ass-damnit-do-you-know-how-hot-that-ikari-chick-was-and-he-didn't-get-to-tap-it!?
Yeah, he just wants that, man.
(where'd he put the hat?)
Still recovering from having the back of her skull caved in by the ages-old enemy of bones that men call 'the wall,' Poison further risks losing her balance, tenuous as it is in those heels -- when Yamazaki threatens her with horrible, dehumanizing violence under the guise of 'a date.' Her hand rises to her breast, and she blushes faintly: "Careful, tiger, don't let Cody hear you getting /that/ fresh with me."
Shaking her head and recovering enough to move, Poison walks forward as Yamazaki charges -- one hand rests on her hip, the other casually reaching down to pick up the length of chain she procured. She watches the violence between the two overmuscled maniacs with a genuine thrill, snapping the chain taut as she considers which one it'd be more fun to use it on first.
COMBATSYS: Poison focuses on Poison's next action.
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COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Zangief with Guillotine.
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For a moment, Zangief laughs. Striking a dramatic pose with his hands above his head, he roars, "YES! That's the strength of GLORIOUS MOTHER RUS--"
And then his world is pain.
To say that the experience is unexpected would be an understatement. Zangief really isn't used to people managing to land a decent blow on him, let alone one with the bone-shattering impact. By the time his head has crashed through the TV, Zangief is starting to remember some other classic moments when he has felt this much pain.
Now? Now Yamazaki has pissed him off.
If the aim was to get Zangief to shut up, that much has definitely been accomplished. There's no more words from the Red Cyclone, instead, only a loud, angry -ROAR- of fury. The Red Cyclone's anger is a terrifying thing to behold, and even though he's only just finished crushing Yamazaki under his bulk once, he's not slowing down now, even though blood pours freely from the wound in his head, his anger spurs him on, and he aims to grab hold of Yamazaki, and lift him over his head.
The primal, animal /shout/ of rage that Zangief lets out should he manage this is a terrifying thing indeed. Coupled, as it is, with a sudden lunge through the air, his intent is simple. Yamazaki had driven his head through a television? (As evidenced by the glass sticking out of his head, between his teeth, and in his beard). Now, he intends to pay the favor back, by ploughing Yamazaki's head through a table.
Yes, the fact that Mary gets back up just makes Shenwoo look even happier, his grin managing to find room in which to broaden. "Oh, good. I was worried you might just fold!" the Shanghai-born brawler says, a note of glee in his voice. After all this time fighting useless goons and thugs... Finally, finally he has somebody to fight who can take a punch. And even take a punch and use that punch to punch him, which is just fine by him. He's sort of crazy.
The God of Battle's attention, however, is drawn away by the sounds of the climactic confrontation betwixt Yamazaki and Zangeif; dark eyes turn in that direction, and for a moment the berserker's mouth hangs agape. And then, he starts to laugh again. "Ha ha ha! Looks like things are getting pretty fun in here, huh?!" Shen says, Mary-wards. "Ha ha ha!" he continues laughing, finding mirth in the chaos from somewhere... And then he's charging right at Blue Mary again, although it's probably not the greatest idea he ever had, given that she's in a more defensible position; he is, however, not the God of /Strategy/.
When he gets close enough, Shen simply twists to one side, and brings up his foot, his intent to smash it right into Mary's face -- hard. Not that any of his attacks are ever gentle. "Grah!!" he bellows; if he manages that first hit, then Shen throws his weight all the way forward, bringing his fist down in a punch to the top of the agent's head - or back of her neck, depending on her positioning - to drive her down into the cement floor. "Raaagh!!"
COMBATSYS: BlueMary blocks Shenwoo's Fusen Kyaku.
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Mary's eyes shift towards her burly ally's problem with a man with two-tone hair and comparable muscles. "I don't know if I'd call something like this fun!" she answers, sprightly as always, although now there is another blow coming in towards her personal face!
She arches one arm around as she turns to try and throw off the apparent GOD OF WAR'S strike. Maybe she's setting up for a counter move, but instead the blow just translates down her body in a different way, sending her slamming to the ground in short order with a body-jostling strike instead of going down head first. "... Damn!!" she says, after the instant of 'what the hell just happened?'
Being on the ground on her back isn't completely alien to the American woman, though, and she doesn't get up directly, instead kicking off the ground with a slam of her left leg, leading with her right in a rising strike at Shenwoo's side. AND WHILE DOING SO, her body twists around, adding that much more 'oomph' and bringing her arms around to where she can grab on Shenwoo's leg and jerk it in a direction the knee is not supposed to bend, her own legs wriggling around like some kind of terrible jeans-wrapped steel Jello to grasp his head between her calves and force him to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki fails to interrupt Flying Powerbomb from Zangief with Sadomazo.
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"Hrnph!" Don't tell him you guys are running out of juice already!!
Yamazaki rolls his neck in its socket, his free hand working a painful kink out of his shoulder from when Zangief landed on him, getting limbered up and ready as Zangief digs his fat skull out of Nihon TV's Kid's News segment. "Yoo-hoo!" he howls at the enraged Russian, grinning a whole fence at Zangief while taking a step towards him.
"Cody can come on out and try too!! I'm not even breaking a sweat!" he roars at Poison, mostly for Zangief's benefit. "COME ON!" he howls after him, "Ain't nothing this little beanhead can do to ME--"
Yamazaki's then picked up and thrown through a friggin on his head. You can almost hear the explosion of steam shooting from the seasoned brawler's ears as his body shatters that table to dust, his limbs all canted at weird angles. He just falls over. Ugh. It's unnervingly quick that the gangster swaggers to his feet, even though there's now blood coating a good half of his head, and his eyes are fully bloodshot. That may not have been from purely physical damage as he absently picks a piece of steel frame out of his head and discards it grimly. Love and sunder, baby.
"Maybe he's got a pair after all!!" Yamazaki hoots, only slightly weakened for his trip through TO THE GROUND. "Shit, I like you! Hell, keep it up and I might even let you do it to my sister, small stuff!" the bleeding titan declares, thumbing at Poison over there and apparently deciding along the way that he has full ownership rights to the person who's (apparently) breaking him out.
It looks even worse when you consider that Poison's currently holding a chain with a devious glint in her(his?) eyes when he points her out.
As Yamazaki thumbs to Poison, her intent becomes fairly clearer. She's climbed up onto a nearby water fountain as the two giants ruin the TV room -- she's tall for a woman (but... pretty average for a man, curiously), but she still needs that extra help do, well, this.
Leaping from the water fountain, each end of the chain wrapped around a slender fist, Poison attempts to hurl herself onto Zangief's back, to wrap the chain around his neck. This is a pretty common move in pro wrestling, y'know -- the whole 'attempt to choke out the opponent with a length of cable or something' -- but this time, it's uncomfortably not fake, as Poison's face contorts into something between a sneer and ecstasy.
"'Let' nothing, big boy," Poison calls to Yamazaki as she tries to simultaneously choke the life out of Zangief and ride him like a bronco (in a more innocent fashion than Poison usually attempts to ride heavily muscled men like broncos). "Just try and keep me away from this huge slab of /meat/." Zangief can hear Poison make a noise close to his ear that approximates a purr.
COMBATSYS: Zangief interrupts No Time for Love Dr. Jones from Poison with Banishing Flat.
- Power hit! -
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Zangief was angry. There was blood all down his face, and when he gets angry, he only -barely- pays attention to what the rest of the world is telling him. One of the things he was not particularly paying attention to was the babble that Yamazaki is throwing at him. The large man actually grunts with satisfaction as his attack ploughs the gangster through a table...
And then there's something about his sister? Sleeping... with his sister? What?!
Zangief actually does look at Poison, because nothing knocks the wind out of your angry sails like being told you should pause for a romantic engagement. But. Poison- whilst definitely not bad as women go (something about her height)- is still very definitely not his type. And as she comes in at him, he straightens himself up to his full height, not even trying to dodge as the chain wraps around his neck, pulling momentarily taught.
And in a smooth motion, with no words at all, Zangief /spins/ around, his fist flashing a bright green as he ploughs it straight into Poison's stomach, stopping her from managing to ride him, and cracking his knuckles with a markedly -angry- look as he glowers at the two villains.
"Perhaps, Comrades, you do not know who you are talking to!" He roars, "I am the RED CYCLONE! I would never cheat on the love of my life!"
Wait, Zangief is involved in a romantic engagement already? What? That hadn't been announced--
"BEAUTIFUL MOTHER RUSSIA!"
... Well, that clears that up.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo interrupts Straight Slicer from BlueMary with Tenrenshou.
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"Why not?!" Shenwoo wonders, looking... Genuinely confused. "You're a fighter, aren't you? THIS IS A FIGHT, IT'S WHAT WE LIVE FOR!!" Well, if Mary doesn't understand that, then the God of Battle will just have to SHOW her! The fact that the blonde defends against his powerful attack is actually not overly surprising, 'cause she's proven to be quite skilled at avoiding getting horribly killed by the berserker's overwhelming physical might... So far. Instead, it elicits another quiet chuckle from the possibly insane brawler, and then...
...And THEN...
When Blue Mary lunges up off of the ground, Shen actually stands there and lets himself get kicked in the side. "Heh... Got you," the taller blond says, as he uses the 'opening' created by Mary's attempt to grab his leg to... Kick her with the /other/ leg, smashing his heel into her gut with kidney-threatening force, a thrusting kick that breaks her fledgling grasp and simply sends the grappler flying away from him. "See what I mean?! This is fun!!"
"This isn't a fight!" Mary counters as she twists around and addresses Shenwoo's knee, which presumably contains his ears due to his katydid heritage. "It's a god damn massac-" Then she is kicked with brutal force in the side. Her belt doesn't happen to sit in the right place to help, and so Shenwoo gets the satisfying, if familiar, sensation of his boot toe going about two inches into a woman's soft flesh!
Then Mary goes flying, to her probable relief. She strikes against a railing hard, bruising her midsection hard enough to bring a moment of obvious tight pain to her face, teeth gritted and lips pulled back, as she catches herself in a three point stance. She forces herself to breathe out, coughing slightly at the end and then gulping air back down. "Yeah... you got me there," she admits.
Then she pushes herself up to her feet - and points her finger at Shenwoo again. "But you're the one who was stirring up this riot! If these people spill out it'll devastate the city; if they don't, you're just getting a bunch of punks and thieves to kill each other for your sick amusement! That's not the real spirit of battle." Mary blinks once, perhaps at her own words, and then she kicks off the railing near her.
She then explodes, apparently, in a crimson flash of light, streaking towards Shenwoo like some kind of little cannonball of feminine spite! She aims to slam both fists into his midsection while flying through the air, and then bends backwards - with a flash of glowing gorgeous petals of what are probably stray reddish-pink chi, she twists around, to get his head between her knees.
From THERE it is more straight forward in that she pivots around in midair to throw him over the railing to fall down, presumably, /to his death/. Or mild discomfort!
Yamazaki sniffs distastefully as Poison is just slapped away like a two dollar ho. See, God of Getting His Ass Kicked Over There is right. This was turning into a great party, but what was it gonna take? Zangief just wasn't having as much fun here as just about everybody else. That angered him, made him mad, for just a little bit.
"Shit, you're no fun," he observes.
That's alright. A massive bloodied hand flexes slowly in front of him, like a cat. He didn't have a knife to play with here--at least, not a good knife, these little butterknives the schoolkids were making out of bedsprings weren't even good enough to pick his teeth with, as a few of them found out a week or two back. Poison's rejection notwithstanding--he'd probably kick her if she were within range of his leg--(which she could be if she mouths off again)--he steps forward, stalking towards Zangief's back coldly.
Yeah. Shenwoo was definitely right. This is what we're made for.
"Know what happens when you show someone your ass in the pen?"
Yamazaki's hand whips out low to uppercut Zangief in the rear.
His bicep flexes, twisting cables of muscle tensing.
And then /throw/ all seven feet 300+ lbs of that guy clear two stories up into the ceiling.
COMBATSYS: Zangief fails to interrupt Yondan Drill from Yamazaki with Ultimate Atomic Buster.
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COMBATSYS: Zangief can no longer fight.
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The overhead sirens break, going off at about the same time Zangief would hit the ceiling.
Yamazaki looks up. And _SHRIEKS_.
"I'M GONNA FLY TO RUSSIA AND TAKE IT OVER!!"
Before Zangief even hits the ground, Yamazaki's free limb whips into motion, throwing cannon punches that rip the fine fibers of his bicep into confetti, only seeming to make his fists fly faster and harder. He stomps through the TV floor like a man possessed, throwing bits and pieces of debris everywhere, his fist landing in anybody--prisoner, guard or transvestite, who gets too close to the two. His fists carve little slashes in the cement as Yamazaki passes, eventually the gangster just giving up trying to overcome Zangief's pec forests with fist. He just starts to uproot everything not bolted down and quite a few things that are, to throw them on top of the man--TVs, tables, chairs, guard stations, passing prisoners, the book cart, pretty much anything.
...And only then does he take his right hand out of his pocket.
"ROMANCE THIS!!"
He launches into a full leaping punch from what must be at least six miles away, his fist exploding into a whirling chittering whirlwind force of chi, chewing through air and grabbing the gangster untold amounts of momentum as he less walks and more barrels towards Zangief's burial point, his fist /drilling/ through air.
Then it will drill through debris.
Then it will drill into meats.
At the end of it all, Yamazaki takes Poison's hat out of his prison issues.
He spits blood to the left. That ass hits like a train.
He drops the hat on the left of Zangief's behind, as one might an ink stamp.
"Fuckin' speedo," he grouses, raising a boot.
[censored: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8qmBNiqW3z4 is supplied instead]
Zangief is a little confused at first. The large man grunts, stumbling forwards as his backside is hit. Yamazaki's sheer physical -power- is proving pretty surprising so far. Perhaps because those few people that could match Zangief in raw power didn't tend to be so... well... not... huge.
Either way, the Red Cyclone spins around as Yamazaki comes in at him a second time, and grabs him by the shoulders. The huge Russian actually throws his head back and laughs, "Come now little man!" He roars, apparently finding genuine hilarity in the situation, "You -CAN'T- throw a wrestl--"
It's at that point that Zangief goes crashing through two floors of solid concrete. Still conscious, he has time to consider that, perhaps, he had been mistaken. Maybe Yamazaki really -could- throw a wrestler. It certainly seemed pretty likely, all things considered.
When he hits the ground again, and meets Yamazaki's fist, Zangief doesn't even try to get his guard up. Apparently running on autopilot, his hands are raised in a slow motion grab. Unfortunately, said grab is done in such slow motion that by the time he even comes close to completing it, his body is starting to give out on him, several brand new scars buried deep under that thicket of chest hair.
For a long moment, the Red Cyclone wobbles on the spot, hand raised, as though ready to deliver some crushing counterpoint, or deliver a powerful rebuttal. Unfortunately, his eyes seem to be quite glazed over, and, bleeding as heavily as he is...
"--wrestler." He concludes, solemnly, before toppling over backwards. And then Poison's hat lands on his backside. Which, in itself, was going to be the cause of many sleepless nights for many years to come.
"Wow," Poison says, clearly impressed by Yamazaki's brutal ass-punching of Zangief. Also, all the other stuff he did after. "I misunderestimated you." She touches a hand to her chin, smiling wryly as she watches Yamazaki. "I just hope you didn't wear yourself out /too/ much, stud," she coos in her usual tone of whorish insinuation, "because we're not out of here yet."
Poison picks her chain back up and swings it around as a child might, strutting proudly toward the next section of the prison -- one where, and this is totally just coincidence most likely, Blue Mary and Shenwoo are beating the hell out of each other. "Mm. I'll take the blonde bitch, you take the other one?" Poison says to Yamazaki, already on the move to attack Mary. "--because I'd /hate/ to see you with another woman... I'm so /jealous/ like that."
This is when Poison attempts to come up from behind Blue Mary and put the buxom detective in a chokehold. "Hi, /skank/," Poison snaps harshly. "You know, it's the weirdest thing -- I can't remember how our last fight finished... but I bet you didn't think I could hurt you /this/ bad." Poison cackles, which is an unpleasant sound, as she attempts to hook one of Mary's arms, using the chain for extra leverage, and flip her over into a prime suplex position. From there, it's up she goes -- and ideally right down onto Poison's knee, stomach-first.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo fails to reflect Twister Rose from BlueMary with Tamaken.
- Power fail! -
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Wait... What?
Shenwoo looks distinctly befuddled by Blue Mary's words, tilting his head to one side and arching one brow while the other furrows down. "Uh, there's a war going on out there, y'know," the God of Battle says, jerking a thumb in the general direction of 'outside'. "I just came to find somebody, it's not like I was going to let all these guys out." Or... Like he cared one way or the other, really. He doesn't like them, petty criminals, people too weak to take charge of their own lives. They're pathetic, living according to somebody else's commands. But it's not his /job/ to make sure they stay in jail. He probably wouldn't have left most of them standing, anyway.
Then Mary's coming at him like a tiny blonde bullet.
As she closes with him, Shen lunges forward, face alight with anticipation as he starts to sweep one tattooed forearm out... But he can't get his limb in the way in time, or pull off whatever it was he was going to do, and instead he gets himself rather securely caught. Also his head is between her knees, which is admittedly less racy than the time his head was between Cammy's thighs on live television.
It was a fight, you pervs.
At this point, then, Shenwoo gets pitched off of the railing, and tumbles with a look of definite surprise on his face down to the floor below; he lands with a loud crash, and it looks like a very painful landing at that... Especially when a bunch of the still-functional prison guards jump him. Which, admittedly, is probably better than being left around /Poison/.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary counters Ulcer Driver from Poison with Head Buster.
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Mary lands on her feet and straightens up slightly as Shenwoo is suddenly introduced to the joys of life on the inside. "Well, it may be a war, but you're a criminal. Does that make you -" She is interrupted from another goddamn corny remark when she has silky arms suddenly wrap around her neck.
Harsh words brush over her ear as she strains her back muscles to keep semi-erect. The harsh cackling doesn't help, and Mary's face starts to redden from a lack of air as the chain and other arm hook into her own. The moment of tension relaxing is when Mary moves, twisting herself out of the chokehold (which probably hurt and has totally ruined her hair) before inverting herself again, sending Poison down to the concrete -- and not as hard as she could.
She breathes heavily, trying to take a step back - the chain rattles and tightens, and she says aloud, "Shit," even as the easily recognized noise of prime Russian beefsteak getting thrown around rings through the prison.
"Is your head full of cotton candy too? I'm just getting started.."
"Besides.." Yamazaki takes a dangerous step closer.
He glares at Poison like an angry cobra. Nobody questions him, and nobody tells him what to do--but the truth is, just as he was about to grip Poison and bend her into a pretzel as a means of recreation, he notices Shenwoo going off flying over a railing, ironically at about the same time that the idea of actually meeting that guy occurs to him.
Nobody runs from Yamazaki either.
"HEY!!" Yamazaki barks, "GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE!!"
Yamazaki runs off and jumps over the railing after Shenwoo's only debatably conscious form to a floor below. From down there, sounds of rioting intensify almost immediately as a shriek of dismay rises from the gathered guard.
"What the hell are you doing, that guy's mine!!"
"OH JESUS--!!" "It's Yamazaki!" "Taaank!" "FUCK!!" "RUN!"
The ground shakes as blows land.
"Oh no you don't!! I BEEN WAITIN FOR WEEKS TO DO THIS PEABODY!" "OH GOD" "AAHH!!" "CALL FOR MORE SUPPORT!" "HELP, STOP HIM, HE'S CRUSHING ME!" "GET OUT OF THERE!! HE'S BEHIND YOU!" "Aaarrgh!!!" "AAAIEEEEEE"
A guard goes flying up and to the side from the floor below, pinwheeling into the air before getting caught on a railing briefly, bending it out of the way before sliding off back down into the abyss below.
Yamazaki's freakout causes Poison's concentration to slip; Blue Mary expertly takes control of the situation, and that about brings us to 'now': Poison, clutching her poor battered skull, pushing herself up off of the ground slowly with one hand.
"Oh, you bitch," Poison hisses, glaring hatefully at Blue Mary. Rushing at her, Poison attempts to slam Mary into the railing, to bring her dangerously /close/ to falling... but not pushing her over just yet. First, Poison has to have her fun.
"You're gonna /regret/ that, whore!" Poison screeches, bringing one hand back as she grapples and attempting to slap the taste out of Mary's mouth, so harshly that it goes beyond mere humiliation and into the realm of dentistry.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary interrupts Bitchslap from Poison with Quick Punch.
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|======-\-------\0 BlueMary
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Yamazaki 0|-------|-------
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Poison 1|-------|=======
Yamazaki? Mary thinks, putting the face to the name she's heard in passing here and there. And he's going after - something?
But there are more pressing concerns.
Like Poison.
Mary sort of turns her head away at the last moment, lower jaw tensing up as if in anticipation of this punishment. Even so, the smack hits her on the cheek, getting a feminine "Unh!" from her as she pushes past the fatigue to raise up her own right hand and aim a strike of her own right at Poison's cheek. It, too, follows the proper order of womanly battle: Open palm and uncurled fingers.
Her legs dig in against the sides of the railing, pressing in anticipation of future attempts at tossing. "You call that a slap?!" Yeah, she thinks, super cool!! Her eyes are slightly hazy, possibly from being vigorously Shenwoo'd earlier.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Yamazaki with Strong Punch.
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|======-\-------\0 BlueMary
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Yamazaki 0|-------|----===
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Poison 1|-------|=======
"Oh god!!"
"Sweet lord no!"
Bodies continue flying in all directions as blows land. "I'll just have to have my fun with YOU GUYS!" Yamazaki roars loudly. There's a huge crack, and then something resembling an entire cell bar wall bends itself into a broad U shape against a support beam as it's lobbed up there, with the accompanying sound of calamity.
Within only a minute or two, the chaotic noise fades.
"fuckin' ponces.."
Within the next, Yamazaki slowly and painfully climbs up a wall (!!!) with his bare hands, scrabbling for purchase somewhat comically wriggling his way back onto the same level as the TV room. It's like trying to watch a deer take her very first steps. Except that the deer wants to walk over and kill something once it's got it down.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki focuses on his next action.
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|======-\-------\0 BlueMary
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Blue Mary's counterslap strikes Poison's cheek roundly -- Poison's head is turned by the force of the blow, causing her to hiss and tighten her scowling expression while her eyes bulge with rage. She sputters, too mad to even come up with a rejoinder, and presses Mary up against the railing again.
Poison doesn't go for the toss, though, mostly because she'd be setting herself up at a disadvantage if she tried. "NNNNRRRGHH!" she cries in rage, rearing her head back -- and then whipping it forward, attempting to at the very least make Blue Mary's nose explode. Ideal scenario -- it slams the cartilage into her brain and kills her, and then Poison can throw the body down to some especially lonely-looking rioter.
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits BlueMary with Headbutt.
- Power hit! -
> //// ]
|=======\-------\0 BlueMary
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Yamazaki 0|-------|----===
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Poison 1|-------|=======
Mary strives to pull loose from Poison's firm yet feminine grasp! This doesn't really work. It does mean that Poison's plan to break her nose and slam cartilege fragments into her tender brain is a failure. What it means INSTEAD is that Poison slams her forehead right over one of Mary's eyes.
"Guh!" she says aloud, articulately - the world swims in her vision. "Hngh," she gasps, before her hands grab at Poison's own arms. With an inarticulate cry, she tries to throw her last bit of energy into throwing POISON over the railing.
Then she slumps forwards, either to the ground or onto Poison - and possibly hepatitis C.
COMBATSYS: BlueMary keeps on fighting!
> ////// ]
|=======\-------\0 BlueMary
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Yamazaki 0|-------|----===
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Poison 1|-------|=======
Of course, Yamazaki finally gets his bearings. Like a proper Japanese gentleman, he straightens out his suit, like a man who's just getting ready for the day's long work. If he had a tie, he'd straighten that too. Then, like a proper Japanese chap, he roars, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING OVER THERE, GIVING HER A MASSAGE?!"
Turns out he was just straightening out his desire to kill.
He'll reach out in one hand, his arm darting across the distance to seem at least two feet longer than it really ought to be in that split second. Because, you see, Yamazaki has no proper concept of fair fight, or listening to people, especially not chicks like Poison, or really anything like that.
"C--C'MERE!" Out of all possible patience, he's just gonna grab Blue Mary by the back of her pants, and send her sailing over his shoulder, like a naughty cat who got in the pantry. He's no judo practitioner, but as Zangief found, he can throw someone.
Far.
Not just over the railing far.
Like, across half the prison far.
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks BlueMary's Strong Throw.
> ////// ]
|=======\-------\1 BlueMary
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Yamazaki 0|-------|----===
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Poison 1|----===|=======
Up and over Poison goes. "FUUU--"
"--UMPH!"
That was the sound of her slamming into the other side of the railing. It turns out Poison was quick enough to grab it at the last second, and to use that grip to keep herself from plummeting to a broke neck. Hanging on by the skin of her fingertips, she gasps, wriggling as she attempts to pull herself back up. "I'll /kill/ you, you /cow/," she whines in between wearing, kicking her legs up in vain attempts to flip herself back over the railing, but careful to keep from undulating herself into losing her grip.
COMBATSYS: Poison focuses on Poison's next action.
> ////// ]
|=======\-------\1 BlueMary
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Yamazaki 0|-------|----===
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Poison 1|----===|=======
COMBATSYS: BlueMary fails to counter Medium Throw from Yamazaki with Mary Head Buster.
> ]
|=======\==-----\1 BlueMary
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Yamazaki 0|-------|----===
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Poison 1|----===|=======
COMBATSYS: BlueMary can no longer fight.
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Yamazaki 0|-------|----===
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Poison 1|----===|=======
Mary feels herself drift back to awareness. How long was she out? She turns her head -
"Oh motherf," she says as Yamazaki seems to come out of nowhere, blurring fast even to her projections. She raises her arms to cover her head - but that's not where he's going.
As her pants ride up her ass, Mary makes a surprised noise best rendered as a soprano "Buh?!" Before Yamazaki demonstrates the true power of sadomazo --
-- and sends her sailing into the white collar wing! After about eleven seconds there is a very distant 'thump' followed by a scream.
(shriek!!)
Music to his ears.
Yamazaki dusts off his hands in accomplishment.
That takes care of that.
Sniffing once lightly, Yamazaki steps over to the railing that Mary pitched his would-be savior over, making an elegant point of ignoring the very unfeminine curses and threats boiling over it. Wiggling like a caught fish, there would kind of still be time for her to recover. In time, obviously, she would, as difficult as it was for him to make it over, she's lighter. But: is wearing heels. So there's a good possibility that if he leaves her there, she'd make it just fine by herself. Provided nobody gets in her way.
Yamazaki pointfully throws his weight against the railing, causing the already stressed steel to creak ominously as he leans, one hand in pocket, the other arm neatly intersecting Poison's hands and grip.
The gangster leans over oh so intimately.
Creeak..
He grins a bloody grin of pure fangs.
"Need some help?" he growls.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki takes no action.
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Yamazaki 0|-------|----===
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Poison 1|----===|=======
Poison is a former pro wrestling valet and recurring drug dealer. But while she's never pursued it professionally, she's enough of a sleazy skank that it should come as no surprise that she has taken levels in Exotic Dancing. If she can work a pole, she can work a railing, and this bears out as she pulls herself up, folding her body back over the railing and sliding her legs back through it so that she ends up laying on her back, looking up at Yamazaki.
Poison's feet kick, dangling through the rails. She smiles, despite the general wear and tear she's suffered. "Tell you what," Poison says, not even making any attempt to hide what she's looking up at. "What say we go back to the boss, get away from all of... this. Because I," Poison says, standing up, "could use a shower."
Poison turns away from Yamazaki, strutting off in the direction of the exit. Again, she puts all of her psychic orgone power into her hips when she walks, and chuckles lightly. "And you can help all you like."
COMBATSYS: Poison takes no action.
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Yamazaki 0|-------|----===
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Poison 1|----===|=======
Somewhat aggrieved by Poison's ability to work a pole, Yamazaki's fists meet his hips as he stands over her, frowning. There was just something kind of off about her, he could smell it. Who the hell sends a chick like this to come break him out of the pen? At least send Kane.
The thought of Kane wearing Poison's little getup makes his stomach churn.
The thought of Kane being forced to wear Poison's little getup for owing him money, though--that kind of makes him smile, come to think of it... He thinks about that, and more, as Poison walks off, and invites him to come along. Absently, the unsold Yamazaki nods, slightly emasculated by the way Poison moves and acts.
Slightly emasculated.
At which point his fist streaks in like a meteor towards the back of her head.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Poison with Snake Tamer.
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Poison 2|<<<<<<<|<<<<<<<
Poison smirks, proud of her sass as she walks off.
Then, suddenly, she drops like a fucking rock.
She does not get up.
COMBATSYS: Poison takes no action.
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Yamazaki 0|-------|-======
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Poison 2|<<<<<<<|<<<<<<<
COMBATSYS: Poison has reached second wind!
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Yamazaki 0|-------|-======
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Poison 2|<<<<<<<|<<<<<<<
"hrnph."
The gangster grumbles ambiently as he shakes out his hand from socking a girl(?) unawares in the back of the head and not even feeling at all guilty about it. "That's not how it's gonna work here, sweetness," he growls. Chicks who think that cus they can do a neat move or two that it means they suddenly are hot stuff... that makes him mad.
"You're, gonna help /me/," he dictates.
Oh yeah, he's still gonna tear her into confetti when they get back. (Or at least, so he thinks. That's comedy waiting to happen)
But that's hardly going to stop him from showing her what he's all about in the meantime. The gangster looks around, working his shoulder better into the socket, hearing the satisfying crack as the riot starts to die down. "Party's over. Time to blow this popsicle stand," he decides.
Picking up Poison by one of those shapely legs of hers, he'll just sling her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. And walk /leisurely/... out of prison.
And nobody better stop him.
Poison quietly bites her lip to avoid smiling.
All's well that ends well!
Log created on 19:07:07 04/10/2009 by Poison, and last modified on 04:26:35 04/23/2009.