Description: Stalingrad becomes the temporary home to the urban guerilla Rolento Schugerg, the raging beast Mike Bison, and the... fashionable and fast Benimaru Nikaido. Theirs is a conflict for the runway and the squared ring--who will come out on top? (Winner: M.Bison)
Stalingrad. A city of impressive repute for Rolento Schugerg, who is quite familiar with the intricate history behind it. He has settled on a simple but not altogether unstylish ensemble; discarding the loose yellow for a more formfitting urban camouflage of grey and black, with multiple additional harnesses added to the thighs and waist for far more grenades and other various weaponry then is normally hidden strictly within his vest. He can sense the countless blood and struggles within the streets even all these years later, settling himself upon the end of the rooftop. One of his patented helicopters circles at a respectable distance overhead, tightening one of his gloves. If there is to be a war, then the others are incredibly outmatched!! At least he is following the first rule... fight from higher ground. Slipping out his baton, he twirls it before smacking it into his palm, attempting to figure out where the other two are settled...
COMBATSYS: Rolento has started a fight here on the top side.
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Rolento 0|-------|------=
How long has it been since the video screens of Saturday Night Fight have been graced with the incomparable Benimaru Nikaido? Too long, that's how long. The blond lightning master perhaps had some... things... to handle that precipitated his absence, but you can only keep a genuine star out of the limelight for so long. This week represents his meteoric return to the heavens and, like said meteor, he plans to make an impact like no other.
Dress for 'war'... well. War is one thing. Fashion is another. Benimaru takes one seriously and the other not so much. Feel free to guess which is which! Unlike Rolento, he's not positioned tactically; instead, he's walking right down one of the main avenues with the confidence that is his hallmark. Shiny black leather boots clack on the pavement, with slightly baggy black slacks. The camera pans up to the form-fitting dark grey jacket, complete with airman's medals on the breast pocket, silver buttons brightly visible. As he walks, the blond smiles a smug little smile, tight-lipped, and whips black leather gloves out of his jacket pocket, pulling them on in langorous slowness, the tight material snapping audibly into place. He then walks behind a bus that obscures him from view.
When it moves, he has a dark grey, short and square felt cap complete with a pinned-on golden badge on his head. Somehow, all that hair is under it. Somehow.
Coming into the open, Benimaru finishes pulling on the second glove and grin. "Well. If there's anything that can make war look good, it's... me."
COMBATSYS: Benimaru has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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"Th' hell is this? Volvograd? Ain't that where they make cars?" Bison is being briefed in about the fight--rather smartly, the SNF folks didn't attempt to relay the 'special conditions' to him until the last moment. Probably they knew that, well... he wouldn't be going along with it. And he sure isn't. "_Fashion_ sho--oh hell no." The helicopter he's riding in, high above the city, suddenly spouts a sheaf of papers out of the window, and then some black clothing, fluttering along the way to the ground.
Of course, he did end up dressed somewhat stylishly for the event--he's wearing black. Dark black. A black so deep you can smell it. Black tank top, black shorts, black gloves, black boots. The only color is white, edging the hems of the boots, the shorts, the shirt. "Now, get down there," he orders the pilot, his low voice gruff and menacing. So it is that the black helicopter with the yellow 'SNF' symbol goes flying down--until Bison can leap out, which he does, slamming into the pavement not too far from either Rolento or Benimaru. He lands crouched, then rises to his full height, certainly the most physically imposing figure on the field. Rolento... he wants to beat that bitch, no questions asked. Benimaru he doesn't give a damn about, really, but if he gets in his way...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Benimaru 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Benimaru is observed casually as he makes his way along from below. M.Bison's combative capabilities are well known; a rampaging force of nature that he has to use all his skills to keep one step ahead. Yet the man below he has never fought. Yet Benimaru is one of Kyo's teammates, and a rival at that. Certainly he has to be an extraordinary combatant as well. The look given to him by the prodigal boxer is certainly not missed. The scarred Rolento does nothing to make it worse, at the present. Suddenly, he leaps backwards, vanishing from sight. This heralds the start of the war games!!
The target, it seems, is none other then Benimaru. Three green orbs descend from above, trailing pins. Yet they explode into bright flashes and wafts of acrid smoke. A moment later, a blur of black descends, twisting around and bringing a steel heel to bear towards Benimaru's back. Intending to land deftly thereafter, and backflip to cling to the adjacent side of a building. ...one story up. Fanning out a few knives in the midst. "Hrrmph."
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Benimaru with Light Kick.
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Rolento 0|-------|------=
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Benimaru 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Now that's just mean. Apparently jumping around like Spider-Man is exactly what you need to do to confuse Benimaru and make your opening gambit succeed nicely. The former Esaka fighter raises an eyebrow at Rolento's not-so-Dynamic Entry and turns, attempting to catch the blow on a forearm. The baton-wielding terrorist(?) strikes true through that block, however, sending Beni stumbling forward a step or two. Grunting a little, he turns to glance at Rolento, then follows his gaze to the flashy entrance of M. Bison. Smirking a little, he doesn't seem too bothered by the sudden blow to the back. "Oh lovely," he says with amusement. "A drum major and... someone who thinks black is really slimming."
Apparently Mr. Lightning is as dismissive of Bison as the Buffalo was of him. Instead he turns back to Rolento and shrugs a little bit. "Not bad, I guess," is all he offers, before looking to kick off the wall that Rolento is clinging to and turning that into a circular flip kick to hit him from below... which also involves a thunderbolt that comes from above at the same time. Shocking.
Oh hell no. Did he just-- oh /hell/ no. That is one thing you do not do--you do not ignore Mike Bison. Worse still, you do not get in his way. Bison is given the kiss-off by Benimaru and Rolento both, and then, well. Rolento is -his- target. But if Benimaru wants to be in front of the Raging Bull, let's hope he's got what it takes to get away--Bison's about to find out. He doesn't roar or yell, not immediately--he charges.
Will even his heavy footsteps be heard over the sound of war? Maybe so. It would be a bit much to say he shakes the earth when he walks, but it isn't off by much, as Bison builds up speed--rather quickly, surprising for a man of his size--and charges straight for the blonde, ambiguously-metro shootfighter.
He only bellows at the last second, right as he's attempting to plow a clenched, lead-weighted right fist into Benimaru's back, right around the kidney area. A kidney shot from a man of Bison's strength... well, it wouldn't be insignificant, not by any means.
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Benimaru's Super Inazuma Kick.
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Rolento 0|-------|------=
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Benimaru 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
The preparation needed to launch upwards gives Rolento plenty of time. He jumps straight up also; the crescent arc of crackling electricity scantly fails to reach him, causing a mild grunt of surprise. Especially when a thunderbolt crashes down so near him that his stubble is sent fully erect. "...!!" His target is still reached, the top of a lamppost, swirling up it and standing up with a mild grunt. M.Bison takes advantage of Benimaru's distraction, and Rolento does much the same thing. Three fingers slip into the pins of grenades on his thighs, yanking them off. Before he flicks them down in tandem, the explosives spiraling down and spreading for maximum cover. Before the horrendous series of explosions attempt to engulf the rampaging boxer, although Benimaru should have enough time and space to get out of the way. At least he's hopefully too high to be easily punched in retaliation!
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Benimaru with Medium Punch.
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Rolento 0|-------|------=
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Benimaru 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Not a lot of time to deal with Bison's punch once Benimaru lands from his attempt to shock Rolento's proverbial monkey, unfortunately, and it shows; the blond turns and, grimacing a little for whatever reason, attempts to sidestep the Buffalo's punch in the cramped quarters. Sadly, it doesn't look like that's going to happen, and the boxer's blow does slam into Benimaru's side. Stepping back a... pace or two from the force of it, the Japanese fighter slips a hand down and pats the area that just got punched, but then looks at Bison with a grin, tilting his head at the boxer's gloves. "Oh, that's cute," he says evenly. "I didn't know you had opposable thumbs."
He'd REALLY like to take a swing at Bison in response, but... then there's all those grenades to worry about. The blond patiently waits for the exploding to die down, and then hopefully uses the smoke and confusion to get in close. It's the smartly-dressed metro fighter who emerges, looking to grab onto Bison's collar and, frankly, shock the living hell out of him before tossing him aside. "I know, I was shocked too."
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits M.Bison with Grenadier.
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Rolento 0|-------|-----==
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Benimaru 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 M.Bison
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits M.Bison with Benimaru Collider.
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Rolento 0|-------|-----==
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Benimaru 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
It's not a good moment to be Bison. First, grenades--they halt his charge soundly, even blowing him back a few steps. But it's Benimaru that really cooks his goose, grabbing him by the neck, shocking him, and tossing him away. Now... Bison's mad, he's hurt, and he doesn't know -who- to punch. Of course the answer in that case is almost always to punch whoever is closest. That happens to be Benimaru, the lucky sod--Bison doesn't really think much about what he's doing, he just reacts to the blondie.
And he's on him in a moment, charging forward and attempting to snag Benimaru around the head--to do to him sort of what he did to Bison, in fact. Only instead of shockingly blue chilightning, Bison simply attempts to pound a hole through Benimaru's stomach into his liver, a single crushing blow that might destroy the man's ability to drink his metro iced tea and vodka combinations, or to sit down and drive his Toyota Prius into the red light district of Amsterdam to pick up prostitutes named Roxanne.
He's also bellowing, so Benimaru might get a faceful of Bison's saliva. It's... okay, it's totally personal now, that's just how Bison is.
It seems that Benimaru and M.Bison are clashing. This is hardly a negative result, and it seems that placing himself out of easy punching reach has some perks for the former mercenary. He lunges deftly overhead, to cling to the side of a building within an open alley. He fans out the knives once more, twisting his arm before throwing them down in a hail towards M.Bison once more. He's certainly the most dangerous of the two, and keeping him annoyed is certainly beneficial. "You seem to have enraged him. You have my thanks." is drawly offered towards Benimaru.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Benimaru with Lever Break.
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Rolento 0|-------|-----==
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Benimaru 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 M.Bison
Apparently it's not Benimaru's night when it comes to defensive efforts... well, perhaps it is after all, since he's still on his feet after what actually happens. Bison's ferocity takes him by surprise. He wants to at least try and minimize the damage by twisting out of Bison's grip, but it's only a partial success at best; the blows are blunted, but they still slam home in a really painful-looking fashion. That's going to bruise... does that make Benimaru a battered wife? Or something. "Alright, walking brisket," the blond mutters as he backs up a step and leans against a wall, taking a deep breath. That's going to leave a mark. "Introduce yourself to Altoids, or Mentos, or something. Your breath smells like how you look."
Should he throw himself back into the fight? Normally this would be a fantastic time to take stock and evaluate things, but Rolento just had to be an incredible smartass... something that the lightning-using fighter just can't let go. Starting from a crouch, he goes for the direct approach: he leaps up and attempts to plant a kick right in the middle of Rolento's almost-a-unibrow. "Don't mention it."
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits M.Bison with Thrown Weapon.
- Power hit! -
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Rolento 0|-------|-----==
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Benimaru 1/----===/=======|=======\=------\1 M.Bison
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Truth be told, Bison barely registers that he just punched Benimaru in the kidney and then the liver. All he knows is he's got a clear path to Rolento now. Well, almost clear--Rolento's knife... *thunk* Sticks right into his forehead. It clearly sinks in to the bone--it jolts Bison's head back, and he stops moving for a moment... then reaches up, and yanks the thing out. Blood streams out down his face, the knife tossed away carelessly. Hell, Rolento's got plenty of 'em. This time, however, Benimaru isn't getting in his way...
And so he just charges forward, bellowing in an almost-inhuman manner. Despite the step lost to the knife, he seems to make up for it, closing in on Rolento and then hurling his body around, dropping his right fist so low it almost touches the ground before he swings it up and across in a wild, smashing blow, a mix of uppercut and hook aimed to try and break Rolento's jaw clean in two. It's aimed that way by pure chance--Bison's pretty much seeing red right now, mainly due to the blood he's spilling.
COMBATSYS: Rolento blocks M.Bison's Ultimate Wild Smash.
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Rolento 0|-------|---====
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Benimaru 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits Rolento with Medium Kick.
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Benimaru 1/---====/=======|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
"!!!" Well, this isn't unexpected, but that doesn't mean it's any less painful to the hapless Rolento. The vicious kick slams him true in the head, twisting him away and knocking him clear off his perch! This brings him perfectly in line with M.Bison's incredible blow, but he brings his baton and forearm to bear. He's struck, and his entire body feels it resonate from toe to ear. Flying backwards, he cracks into a wall hard enough to crack it before slipping down and landing in a crouch. It's impossible to tell which hurt more, Benimaru's full thwack or the half-repelled uppercut. "Impressive!!" He then hops forward briefly, whirling his baton overhead and bringing it down sharply towards Benimaru's skull... trying to immediately lunge backwards and bring a considerable distance between, a split second later. "But you are certainly far less a combatant then Kyo Kusanagi..."
COMBATSYS: Benimaru parries Rolento's Mekong Delta Escape!
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Benimaru 1/--=====/=======|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Benimaru looks impassive at that comparison, perhaps even bored. Let's face it, everyone and their mother who's ever wanted to piss him off has said 'ur not kyo lol' and by now, the blond has gotten so used to it that it barely registers. That said, just because he doesn't show it doesn't mean that such commentary can't get his attention. Casually, even as Rolento leaps at him, Benimaru brings his right hand behind his back and lets out a little sigh. "Yes yes, blah blah Kusanagi flames blah blah second banana blah," Benimaru says, evenly.
Then he reaches out and snags the baton with a heavy sound as the wood slams into his gloved palm and stops completely short. If Rolento wants to keep that backwards leap, then he's going to have to let go of the baton, because Beni has it held fast. "Listen, I know you're probably more used to shouting incomprehensible ideological gibberish, but take my advice: work on your lines, they're just dull dull dull."
It's at this time that he brings the hand he had behind his back forward... a hand glowing with a bright nimbus of purple-blue electricity. Which... Benimaru then proceeds to attempt to shove right into Rolento's face, the aura of lightning turning into a series of controlled electric explosions. "Raikou Ken!"
It isn't the impact he wanted. But it'll do. And Bison isn't going to let up, either, not by any road. Benimaru's earned a place on the shit list, the one that Bison writes in gigantic Crayola crayons, but Rolento's been up there for a while and he's not wasting this opportunity. Of course his thought processes aren't quite so... well, refined, it's just that he hates Rolento more than the sissyboy blonde right now.
Rolento's trying to escape, but Bison isn't interested in letting him do so--like a predatory animal rather than the buffalo he emulates, he tracks Rolento's movement, squinty, beady eyes shifting as he swivels to watch. To watch and wait and -there-... "HRAAAAAAAAGH!" shouts the boxer, coming in at just a different angle, throwing a flurry of fists--left jab, left jab, right straight, left body blow, right uppercut, right hook--there's no real 'finisher' behind the combo, just a frenzied storm of punches.
It's actually probably more skillful looking than most of Bison's attacks--while he's attacking relentlessly, he's not quite so anger-overcome that he doesn't know what he's doing, which includes the bleeding from the shrapnel and knife wounds. For his part, he truly looks like a war survivor right now.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits Rolento with Raikou Ken EX.
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Benimaru 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Rolento with Rapid Combo.
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Benimaru 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 M.Bison
This was not a good day for poor Rolento. The savage onslaughts from M.Bison manage to stagger him severely, his attention clearly focused on the more fluid and dangerous attack from Benimaru instead. It turns out to be for naught however, that fist almost cleared. Almost. When it comes to lightning, near is the same thing as full. He's caught in the explosion of chi, letting out a snarl as he's sent flying backwards, clear out of the alley! He impacts a car, skidding it backwards a couple meters. "Tch...!!" Picking himself up carefully, he focuses his mind on the battle more astutely. He has no witty comment for that!
COMBATSYS: Rolento taps his baton into his palm, focusing intently on the battle.
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Benimaru 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 M.Bison
Keeping his emotions under wraps or not, it's hard not to have a satisfied look on your face when a gambit pays off, and the explosions of lightning highlight the smug grin on Benimaru's face as he lays into Rolento (and Bison does too, maybe? Not that Beni notices). Stepping back from that, he dusts off his pants and regards both of his opponents coolly. Bison's in some sort of 'roid rage and while Rolento may have had a bad time of it just now, he's not out of it yet. Sure, Beni radiates the calm confidence that's part of his self-assured act (or... not act, as the case may be) but he's thinking this through as well.
As far as he's concerned, *now* he can take a moment to collect himself. Well, that and assess his foes, by which we mean taunt his foes mercilessly. "You guys really are giving pret-a-porte a bad name," he observes with amusement, glancing between both fighters... and let's face it, lingering for a moment on what he considers the mess that is Bison, wrinkling his nose a bit. "Just shameful. I mean, it's one thing to show up to a fashion fight looking like this, but you could at least back up looking like you wandered out of a K-Mart discount rack with some actual, you know, skill."
COMBATSYS: Benimaru gains composure.
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Benimaru 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 M.Bison
Kill or be killed. Punch and counterpunch. These are the things that flow through Bison's brain at the moment. Then Benimaru gets his attention. For the first time in a while, Bison actually speaks. "Rather look like this... than be like you... prancing lil' pansy... you're as bad as Rolento, tarted up like a whore..." Looks like Benimaru's shifted up a couple of notches on the list. /How special of him/.
If there's anything Bison hates in a fight, it's inactivity, and so he stalks towards Benimaru, hands up in a classic boxer's pose. "Gonna mash that smart-talkin' mouth of yours so hard you got to eat jello for weeks... gon' have t' get yer boyfriend to spoonfeed you. You gon' be afraid of every black man you see..." Big words, of course, and empty unless he can back them up...
Which he will attempt to do, faking a right hook and then actually throwing it a moment later--trying to get the flinch reaction out of Benimaru so he can target him while he's recovering. It's a very basic form of fakeout--Bison isn't particularly skilled with them, to be honest, more used to a direct assault that leaves his opponents begging for mercy.
Hmm, hmm. What to do? Rolento is content to take a few moments to regain himself, and focus himself like a laser. But M.Bison remains rampaging towards Benimaru, who seems quite capable of launching critical hits with his insults. As such, he leaps into the air, silently descending behind the man. Politely waiting until after the punch is thrown, he moves to slither beneath the massive limb, wrapping one arm around it while a palm slams up to catch the massive fighter. And with a swish of fancy tripping footwork, maneuvering to /slam/ M.Bison forward, and deposit his face into the brick wall nearby. "You are too easily roused to anger..."
COMBATSYS: Benimaru effortlessly blocks M.Bison's Hook Punch.
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"Oh, *yes*, meat miracle," Benimaru says with a smirk, ducking back from the feinting hook and effectively batting the followup punch away with a sweep of the forearm. The clash takes its toll -- even a glancing blow from someone with Bison's strength is mighty compared to a full-on punch from someone less powerful -- but most importantly for Benimaru, it *looks* totally effortless and crowd-pleasing. "Wail away with the middle school fag cracks. Let me guess... few too many times getting laughed at in the locker room freeze you up at age 15, mentally?" There's a pause, before he sighs and shakes his head. "Probably not my best work, but honestly, look at what I have to work with. At least Kyo can actually form a wisecrack worth responding to."
With that, however, the blond launches himself right at Bison, before he can leap away to safety. Ducking forward, the former ESAKA fighter spins with a side sobat, followed by a quick forward kick, and finally the same flipping somersault he used on Rolento before... complete with the added bolt of lightning at the end. "Handou Sandan Geri!"
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits M.Bison with Medium Throw.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Handou Sandan Geri from Benimaru with Turn Punch.
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Benimaru 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison's face is not improved by meeting the wall--but it didn't have far to fall anyways. His nose is crushed, probably broken in multiple places, but it's already mashed practically flat -anyways-... But it gives him something to push off of. Benimaru's words--and Rolento's words--well, okay. It's more Benimaru's taunting nature--Rolento trying to analyze how easily Bison gets angry... sheeit. He -knows- he gets angry easily.
Probably too easily... but old ways are hard to break, and it isn't like Vega encourages him to engage in activities designed to moderate his anger response. The man -encourages- it, for godsakes. It's what he wants out of Bison.
Unfortunately, the pushoff just throws him into Benimaru's kicking attacks--which throw him back against the wall. There he remains, panting, bloodied and bruised, those dark beady eyes glowering with unrestrained hate. If this is therapy, it's probably the worst therapy money can buy.
Benimaru is certainly worth getting beaten to a pulp, and right now is the significantly more dangerous person in this affair. He twirls his baton as M.Bison fails to deliver that hellish blow, before slipping close, ducking low and making it awkward to attack him with anything but a knee. A few vicious strikes of his baton are dealt, quick and sharp, but these are mostly feints. Suddenly he swings his weapon with a snarl, attempting to slam it right into the man's face, with hopefully painful repercussions. He's no longer trying to flee... a slug out brawl? Oh yes!
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Benimaru with Power Strike.
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Benimaru 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
Ohhhhhhh... not the moneymaker. His arms still smarting from fending off Bison's assault, Benimaru prefers to try and duck out of the way of that baton strike. Sadly, rather than commit entirely as he should have, he just tries to tilt his head out of the way... which is not enough given the speed with which Rolento fires off that strike. The blow slams into his cheek with crushing force, sending the blond spinning away. He eventually stops himself by throwing out a hand and catching a wall, then stands up straight and pats at his cheek that got hit for a moment, pushing his tongue into the inside of that same cheek and wearing an expression of contemplative consideration.
"God, you're annoying," is the best Beni can do in this situation. Don't try to snark after a head wound, kids; you'll strain something. Shaking out his hands, he looks between the two targets at his disposal. Bison looking about as bad off as Beni himself is, and Rolento's hit and run tactics putting him ahead of the game. It seems silly to just walk into what is certainly the baton-wielding fighter's trap, but frankly, it's not as if Benimaru ever subscribed to something so useful as common sense in that regard.
His current plan will just look a lot cooler, by comparison.
"I dig the whole frog-leaping whack-a-mole thing or whatever," Benimaru says, bringing both hands over his head and crossing them. "But when it comes to hit and run, Mister Nikaido is in control." In the blink of an eye, a Benimaru-shaped 'clone' of electric chi flies out at Rolento, then another, then another, each delivering a lightning-imbued blow in quick succession. Of course, then *final* one in the series is the actual Benimaru, who finishes up with a twirling sobat right into Rolento's stomach, if it connects.
A moment to rest? Not exactly. Though he 'appreciates' that Benimaru wants to bring Rolento down a notch, he's still pretty pissed that brushhead dismissed him so easily. Panting like a bull, gusts of air blown through that flattened nose--breathing through a broken nose is difficult, but somehow he manages, and it makes him sound even more like a bull as he turns away from Benimaru...
And then twists forward, throwing his whole body weight behind a single, cracking haymaker punch intended to splinter the model's spine, to shatter it the way Jewish people shatter glasses in celebration of a wedding. It isn't quite the Gigaton Blow, but its power level is not far behind. Unfortunately, with Bison's body starting to give out despite his bulkiness and endurance, he staggers a bit on the recovery, potentially leaving himself open. IT isn't a wise decision, but Bison is used to acting on instinct in a fight anyways.
COMBATSYS: Rolento blocks Benimaru's Gen'ei Hurricane.
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Benimaru is attacked wholeheartedly, and Rolento is not about to let up that opportunity either. Twirling his baton in one hand, he interposes it, catching the sharp cracks and being jostled backwards each time. The last one meets a grunt, but he keeps his ground somehow. "I'll attempt to finish this..." he growls out, before leaping backwards. Swiftly he pulls out a veritable handful of knives and balances them on the end. "Ready...?" Before he launches it straight up, into the heavens. Thereafter he leaps sideways, trying to get some room. ...a few seconds later, painful stabby death rains down upon Benimaru, attempting to skewer him with hopeful finality!!
COMBATSYS: Benimaru parries M.Bison's Haymaker Punch!
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COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Benimaru with Steel Rain.
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Boy, that's a lot of knives, isn't it? And then there's the punch from Bison to contend with too. Sadly, Benimaru's not going to make it out of this unscathed... though he somehow has this amazing ability to get cut up by a bunch of knives and not actually bleed in any way whatsoever. It must be one of his various supermodel-y powers. He decides to deal with Bison first, and in this instance precision and planning beat out brute strength. Finding the exact right point to do it, ninja-like, Benimaru whips out a hand and chops downwards at Bison's strike, effectively directing it right into the ground instead of into Benimaru's back. "Go *away*, you troglodyte," the blond growls, snapping back his hand. And then there's knives. The world is full of knives. And because he fails to get out of their way, so is Benimaru. Hissing in pain, it looks like he's out of the fight for the time being...
Or is he? Apparently, the momentum of his deflection of Bison's punch has given Benimaru just enough speed to try and stick it to Rolento one last time. Again, his fist glows with purple-blue electricity as Beni glances toward the baton-wielding terrorist with a smirk. "That bit about lightning never striking in the same place twice?"
This is when Benimaru unleashes a second burst of shocking goodness, the mass of exploding ball lightning heading Rolento's way. A little parting gift. "Total bullshit."
After that, however, he heads over to a nearby wall and has a seat. Not thoroughly unconscious, but alas, out of the fight.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru can no longer fight.
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Bison stumbles after having his punch deflected, but that saves him from the rain of knives--Benimaru having redirected his punch, stops him cold, where he might have gotten caught in it. Bison straightens up in time to see Benimaru give his last hurrah, and has, at least, the satisfaction of knowing he outlasted blondie. Bracing his feet against the ground, he moves only minimally, automatically timing his attack to come just after the Raikou Ken flares up--he pushes off, lunging, drawing his right fist down to his waist and then, when he nears Rolento, arcing it upwards in a whistling uppercut--this one aimed a touch lower than the chin--a successful strike impacting somewhere around the solar plexus. The man has determination, at least--he isn't a coward like Balrog.
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Benimaru's Raikou Ken EX.
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COMBATSYS: Rolento blocks M.Bison's Dash Upper.
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Well, maybe it's more accurate then Benimaru wanted. His statement would of been much more badass had Rolento not leapt back quicker this time, balled up tightly. The crackles of electricity just scarcely miss contact with him, landing in time to twist towards the approaching M.Bison! Up go his forearms, fist slamming home and sending his arms trembling, skidding backwards. "It looks like we will get to resolve our earlier conflict..." He then rushes forward, spiraling his baton and swinging out sharply, aiming to crack it across M.Bison's face. A follow-up elbow is done, before he hops backwards briskly, like some kind of matador. Too bad he's in an alley... that's a poor place to battle a raging bull.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Medium Strike from Rolento with Crazy Buffalo.
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An alleyway -is- a bad place to fight a raging bull, and Bison is going to prove it, right her and right now. "RESOLVE _THIS_!!" he bellows, finding reserves of strength--not anger this time, or at least, not only anger, but tapping into his true willpower. The baton strike lands home, but the followup elbow is cut short--it impacts, but not sharply enough to make a dent. The reason for this is that Bison never stopped moving forward--and when Rolento goes to take that hop back...
That's when Bison shouts, "I GOT YOU!!!" And that surge of energy translates into sudden, violent pain for Rolento, as Bison hurls a right uppercut, catching him at a vulnerable point. One russhing uppercut is followed by another, from the left, and two more, alternating hands, until the fifth and final punch, a barreling straight right into Rolento's solar plexus.
Bison comes to a stop not too far from Rolento and flexes--ripping his shirt right off, not that it wasn't ruined anyways, and proclaiming, "I GOT BIG!" ... what? Yeah, it doesn't make any sense.
Oh, damn. M.Bison might realize that in all the time they fighted, Rolento made very sure not to be hit. The reason for that is apparent now. Cornered, he can do nothing but widen his eyes, helpless to the onslaught of vicious strikes that staggers him thoroughly. He's sent backwards with a *grunt* at the last one, flying backwards and crashing along a building, hitting a lamppost and ricocheting off to land on his back. ...and then, he twitches. One hand lashes out, grasping the dented metal beside, and he lunges to his feet, panting bloodily. "...INSUFFICIENT!!" he snarls, before leaping into the air. At the apex he pulls out a slender metal knife, hurtling it downwards to spiral, attempting to sink deep into M.Bison's thigh. The fight has reached overtime!!
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Rolento's Stinger.
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More knives. This one slices a long line in Bison's arm, along the outside, but he deflects it from its path, clearing the potential hurdle of internal bleeding or organ damage. "You fuckin' cockroach!!" he yells, sounding utterly exasperated as he charges forward again, chasing Rolento down the alley--and then leaping upwards, attempting to just... headbutt the man, to tag him with the thickest part of his skull. Bison isn't thinking too clearly right now, what with pain and blood loss impacting his already not-so-bright intellect.
That dogged persistence though, that's paying off--this is the closest he's come to actually beating Rolento, even if most of it was Benimaru's doing... lumbering ox or not, he's still got his pride, and pride makes men do funny and unusual things.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Rolento with Headbutt.
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Damn. That's all she wrote. It seems both tenacious mother fuckers refuse to back down. Rolento's face explodes into a nice amount of blood, his nose breaking. But he refuses to back down, spiraling his baton in his free hand with a snarl. And then he lunges forward, attempting to grasp M.Bison by the front of his shirt. Before twisting, and then attempting to HURL him as far down the alley as he can. But that's all she wrote. Benimaru can endure a rain of knives and not have many negative effects, but he swandives across the dirty alley and seems to be quite out. But will his last assault succeed?!
COMBATSYS: Rolento can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison dodges Rolento's Colonel Carrier EX.
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Bison is grabbed--and hurled. But, in a moment of perfect attentiveness and skill far beyond the norm, Bison doesn't flail about like a crazed monkey--he lands and, by god, he remembers how to take a fall painlessly. People often talk about it--learning to fall is the basis of learning how to fight. He's never thought that before, and he probably won't think it again--in fact if he were -more- conscious of what he was doing, he'd probably have tripped on something and gone down.
It's a clear example of what the mind can do when it doesn't have to deal with the conscious brain--he lands, tumbles, and pops back to his feet in one smooth motion. And then he stares at where Rolento was, and... just grins. It isn't a nice grin or a pleasant grin, it's a purely masculine, 'screw you' grin, aimed squarely at Rolento, the big boxer lumbering his way out of the alleyway--the sole survivor of the war of fashion.
Next guest judge on Project Runway might just be his next gig.
Furlento explodes into fruit flavor.
Log created on 19:32:58 09/26/2009 by M.Bison, and last modified on 14:55:44 02/28/2010.