Description: Shadaloo Cohorts Cammy and Mike Bison square off in an indoor outdoor duel in Masters Arena. (WINNER: Cammy)
The White Arena's been touched up heavily for today's bout; its roof has been carefully covered by a drop-sheet with a painstakingly detailed cloudscape. Between it and the soft, subtly yellow lighting inundating the fighting, as well as the gently cooing doves hanging in secure cages all around the perimeter and the thin line of grass around the edges... the illusion of outdoorsiness has been created with some degree of success.
The SNF promoters are weird; it's well-documented. At least they go all out to satisfy their weirdness.
On one end of the arena, Shadaloo assassin and living experiment in child abuse practices Cammy is standing rigid and ready. She is dressed a bit differently from her norm, in a bright blue tanktop and matching blue shorts; both bear white trim around the edges and cuffs, and the elastic band of the shorts is white as well. Her standard red gloves/gauntlets have been modified a little to give them a padded look.
Shadaloo is basically staffed in great part by either thugs or autistic savants who can't really be trusted to keep track of anything beyond 'drugs' or 'money' or 'drug money' or occasionally 'drug money used to purchase weapons', so there was one hell of a mixup along the way in preparing Cammy for this bout.
Face Off? What? Hell, Bison saw only one thing of importance on the fight card he was handed: The name of his opponent. Cammy White. The card gripped in one beefy fist, Bison's piggish, small eyes go bright with a ferocious gleam. Doesn't matter to him that the girl's technically on his side--he still wants to 'eff her up'. So he didn't really -read- the rest of the card. (It was easier on his brain anyways.)
As a result, when he arrives at the facilities, maybe an hour before the fight's scheduled, the SNF officials, clearly thinking that he's not only read the title card but has also -agreed- to it. Neither of these things is true. So when the smiling SNF official presents Bison with a tight-looking, sky-blue, ribbed bodysuit, with the yellow tie and the cap and boots... Approximately three seconds later, that SNF official is losin' teeth. But then Bison considers again, even as the other officials are showing various shocked and/or afraid faces.
So it is that, when Bison strides out onto the main stage, he's wearing a -slightly- modified outfit... he's got the modified gauntlets on, part boxing glove, mostly rivet-studded armor, and he's got the boots on... and the yellow tie and the cap. It's... not the most attractive outfit ever, but Bison isn't the most attractive -man- ever. So it works. Really it does.
COMBATSYS: Cammy has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Cammy is probably like 95% biological human, and yet one can almost /hear/ the soft whirring of tiny servomotors and the high-pitched whine of a capacitor at work as the tiny faux-Britishwoman's eyes absorb every inch of Mike Bison's form. The slightest wrinkle of her nose might be visible when she sees the little tie and hat; she has her /own/, and they're hers, thank you very much. She even reaches up to gently adjust the cap on her head.
"Mike Bison," she flatly says. "I was told that I would fight a boxer; I hoped for Dudley."
Her right leg slides smoothly across the polished wood floor as she adopts a fighting stance regardless; she doesn't even sound all that disappointed, really, at least judging from her tone. Despite her modified gloves, she holds her hands up in knife edges rather than assuming a more boxer-like posture; this whole identity assumption thing is a terrible mistake anyway, and it certainly wasn't /her/ idea.
COMBATSYS: Cammy calculates her next move.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
Bison sneers. Dudley. What the hell. "You really want to fight that poncy lil' shit? Why?" he asks, almost sounding conversational, really. Quite surprising, all told, that he isn't just screaming with rage and launching himself at her like a crazed missile. Then again, the night's young, isn't it. He watches her get into stance, that foot sliding across the flooring, and he turns, leading with his left, hands brought up into a boxing stance.
"Y'know, I always thought those bodysuits looked terrible... dunno what the man's thinkin'... but these gauntlets..." He flexes his hands, clenching them into fists. The crossbars across his knuckles are easily two inches wide and studded with big rivets of metal.
"I could break whole lot of faces with these. Might not be a bad idea to keep 'em." Okay, right... so. Casual talk is done... and so Bison explodes into motion, charging at the blonde Doll. Imitation only goes so far, though, and so Bison opens with his most famous technique, a rushing right straight aimed to take Cammy's block -right- off.
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks M.Bison's Dash Straight.
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Cammy 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 M.Bison
It's only /after/ Cammy's curled her right hand into a fist and thrown it forward to meet Mike Bison's charge with a punch of her own that she states, "Because I have not."
Whether or not this is actually true is anyone's guess, of course, Cammy's memory is basically a sieve at this point.
"Magnificent Vega and his Perfectly Full Head of Hair designed my uniform with his own loving hands; it is perfect," she adds. In spite of her arm going kind of numb, she maintains the contact between her metal-clad knuckles and the Crazy Buffalo's for a few seconds before twirling away, narrowing her eyes slightly on his big, meaty neck and tucking into a little ball that goes hurtling towards his upper body.
She will, once she's close enough, plant a hand on his shoulder and use it as a fulcrum point from which to travel swiftly around the whole of his body. Her hands go to his chest, his back, back to his shoulders, and so on as she makes revolutions intended to dizzy and leave the big man vulnerable.
Should she last long enough, she will abruptly stop when she figures she's succeeded; her legs will wrap around his torso and her arms around his throat. Every deceptively powerful muscle in her body will squeeze at once.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits M.Bison with Cross Scissor Pressure.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
Heh. Not a bad block; armor on armor clashes with a bright, ringing sound, and then Cammy, after declaring that His Mightiness Vega has -no fashion sense at all-, leaps at him to perform a complicated takedown that spins Bison around several times before slamming him into the floor. He lands with a crash and a shaking thud, and he rolls away, twisting violently to shake Cammy before the crush can get -too- bad.
And then he's rolling up to his feet, moving with surprising fluidly; before he can really think about it, he's moving on Cammy's position, jabbing a couple of times with his left fist before attempting a somewhat more complicated manuever, throwing a low right jab that retracts before impact, only to bring his right hand around in a swift hooking punch.
"You don't wanna fight that pansy. He'll throw you a rose or some shit and try to be all 'gentlemanly'. What the -fuck-. I'd punch his face in if he weren't scared of me!"
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges M.Bison's Hook Punch.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
"That would be strange; why a rose?" Cammy wonders even as she leans just far enough to the left or right to avoid those initial punches. "Are roses in some way associated with boxing? It is a 'sweet science', is it not?"
When he throws his abortive right jab, she actually surges forward to lay her right foot on his forearm before it can be pulled back, and then, impossibly, she's balancing on it as if she weights five or ten pounds or so.
"Is that why no commission will license you?"
Her feet shift slightly apart from one another with that; in the course of her very short drop, she tries to lock her legs tightly around Mike Bison's right arm with both hands on his wrist. She's going for an armbar, and painfully, at that, given the associated takedown.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Cammy's Medium Throw.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
"Ask him, I ain't ever bothered to find out!" When she aborts the hook punch, he's quite ready for it--though he can't shake her off, her attempted armbar is prepared for, the blonde getting only a minimal twist out of it before he twists and slings his arm free of her grip. "Commission won't license me..." He grunts, as he breaks her grip--and, in one smooth motion, transfers the momentum into another attack--
--"'cause they're afraid of me! All of 'em! I don't need no boxin' commission. I can punch whoever the -fuck- I want to punch now! Nothin' standin' in my way!!" Even as he's shouting, he's grabbing for Cammy--intending to sweep her up in his grip, slight young thing she is, and pick her up.
From there he'd simply smash his forehead into hers, a few times at least, and twist to toss her away across the flooring, immediately stalking after her with a measured step.
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges M.Bison's Head Bomber.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 M.Bison
"Oh," Cammy simply says as she scurries to her feet. She's in the process of crouching so that she can throw herself into another high speed attack, but before she can make the move, Mike Bison's powerful arms have swept her up in their rage-fueled grip. Her teeth very slightly grit as she struggles for freedom without actually finding it; her vision is full of brown thanks to the Crazy Buffalo's swiftly approaching forehead.
He will not find hers, however; her head darts to the left before contact can be made, and the breeze of his skull flying by hers sets her braids a-flutter. Her head continues to twitch just to the side of his enraged assault until she figures she has an opening, if only a tiny one.
In order to capitalize, her left knee is driven swiftly towards the boxer's body.
More correctly, towards his crotch.
Sixteen or so years of intensive Shadaloo training have instilled the value of dirty fighting in the Killer Bee.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison fails to interrupt Roundhouse Kick from Cammy with Turn Punch.
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Cammy 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 M.Bison
*CRUNCH* Bison... wasn't expecting that. And he should have. His eyes bug the hell out, and the swing he'd been preparing--falls limp, as the black man simply crumples, nauseating pain flaring through his lower body, rendering him almost completely immobile, as he sinks to his knees, arms crossed over his stomach. Really, there's--there's just nothing he can do about it. Even for a man as talented as he is at turning pain and rage into action, he'll need at least a moment or two before he can really translate what he's feeling into damaging potential...
As soon as she's freed, Cammy - perhaps surprisingly - does /not/ simply press the attack, at least not immediately. Instead, she performs one, two, three handsprings in quick succession to provide herself with a better vantage to examine the downed man from. She even crouches and kind of leans in his direction like a curious wee puppy before determining it best to get as much mileage out of this advantage as possible.
So that's why she takes off sprinting towards the much bigger man out of nowhere and tries to circle both arms around his waist. She will, should her grip prove true, haul him high overhead and bridge backwards to slam the back of his skull viciously against the food flooring as easily as she'd lift a newspaper or cast infants over the railing of a ship.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits M.Bison with Hooligan Suplex.
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 M.Bison
He's still down, not really able to move--so it's pretty simple, even with the relative sizes of the fighters involved, to simply pick him up and slam him into the ground; at the least, the impact seems to wake him up a little, and he groans as he rolls away, rising to his feet. It's going about as well as the last one... no. Can't think like that. Boundless optimism is the American way!!
The Raging Buffalo starts slamming his fists together, the pain minor, but sparking the fires in his blood--the pain making him growl, that sound rising to a full on yell. "C'MON!!!" he roars, at the blonde, bravado and stupidity masking common sense. "That the best you got? I DIDN'T FEEL A FUCKING THING YOU STUPID DOLL!!!" Definitely his common sense is gone, that little part of him about the size of a walnut that actually worries about self-preservation...
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 M.Bison
"No," Cammy says without pride, without embellishment; she simply happens to be capable of doing more than that.
She, however, won't be displaying it right this second, because she's running away from Mike Bison at high speeds; soon, one of her boots finds one of the arena's walls, and after she's run a few feet along it she bounces to carry herself to the opposite wall, runs, bounces, and so on, taking her through the entire arena, just over the Crazy Buffalo's head like a mad, abused pinball.
And all the while, her eyes never once leave the enraged boxer.
COMBATSYS: Cammy calculates her next move.
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|=======\====---\1 M.Bison
He charges. Hell, he's crazed already; isn't it obvious what he's going to do? But he doesn't bring the biggest gun to the table, not yet. Instead, when he charges, he's throwing a rapid combination of punches, almost alternating left and right--jab jab straight, slight pause, right body blow to uppercut, all designed--all meant--to really just strike the softest parts of Cammy that he can reach. Hell, the right body blow is twisted, just a bit, in an attempt to do internal damage to the woman.
Does he know he's attempting to brutally injure his boss's favorite project? Does he understand what that potentially means to him if he actually succeeds? The more important question--does he really -care-? Is he capable of that concern? The answer is likely no, he isn't, swept up as he so often is, in the red tide of anger and pain that really seems to just be the milieu in which he works best.
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks M.Bison's Rapid Combo.
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Cammy 0/-------/--=====|=======\=====--\1 M.Bison
YEARS AGO
A banner reading 'HAPPY SEVENTH BIRTHDAY CAMMY' is stretched across the Doll's Spartan quarters. The girl herself is curled up in a little ball on the ground. All around her, men in Shadaloo uniforms are taking turns hitting her over and over and over again with sticks.
NOW
Cammy's got a lot of practice in covering up the soft points of her body, as she demonstrates by awkwardly breaking from her free running to tuck her knees un close to her abdomen and use her forarms to cover what vulnerable points remain. She hangs there in the air for the second or two that Bison's assault lasts, body wracked with dull, aches that shoot through her every nerve like lightning.
When it's over, when she's avoided having her uterus fired out of her left side by that vicious body blow, she descends. Feet first, body suddenly straightened like a dart, she descends, and she twists through the air like a little drill to try taking the Crazy Buffalo right to the ground so that she can spring from his chest and put a bit of distance between them.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Cammy's Spiral Arrow.
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Cammy 0/-------/--=====|=======\=======\1 M.Bison
She's partially successful--she impacts against Bison's chest. But Cammy does not, this time, succeed in bringing the big man down. She doesn't even really stagger him much, to be honest. But she does get a touch of distance. That might, in fact, be her mistake--as the Buffalo, in his un-staggered state, waits for just a moment for her to get that distance--but not so long that she has time to touch down and turn around--before exploding into motion.
It's a quick movement, much like what he opened the fight with, but it is much more violent--the difference between firing a little 9mm pistol and firing a round from a .50cal Barrett sniper rifle. His roar is wordless, his form perfect, as he aims to punch Cammy again, as is his boxer's way, with a singular punch, a punch which, by pure mechanical act, is a perfect expression of what a power punch should be; a punch strong enough to blow a steel door out of its hinges, to crush an elephant's skull, to obliterate almost anything.
If it hits, it will be a terrible, if not decisive, blow...
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks M.Bison's Gigaton Blow+.
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Cammy 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 M.Bison
It's only the intercession of her armoured gauntlets between her face and Mike Bison's hand that prevents Cammy from flying directly through the protective glass ringing arena; as it is, large shards of metal fly from her arms and embed themselves in the walls, and her small form skids swiftly across the wooden planks until she's stopped by slamming back first against a wall. The muted roar of the crowd is in her ears, distorted significantly by their tymphanic ringing.
She sags a little against the solid barrier between she and they; she hardly needs any time to catch her breath, at least, so after filling her lungs, she's in motion again, turning to face the wall so that she can run straight up along it. Once she reaches the upper edge of the glass, her knees bend and she flips overhead, seeking to line her descent up with the Crazy Buffalo's position.
Her arms are already stretched downward; she'll use them, if she's able, to grip him about the neck so that he can be dragged unceremoniously to the ground in a chokehold.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Cammy's Strong Throw.
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Cammy 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 M.Bison
The impact is satisfying, but not satisfying enough; he knows immediately that it wasn't the disabling, destructive hit he wanted. That fact is made all the more apparent by the swift response Cammy gives--to put him into a chokehold. Exhausted, injured, defiant, stubborn--for whatever reason there may be, he doesn't attempt to avoid her at all. Maybe he's just going to give up, quietly... but something comes back to him and he suddenly roars, words failing him again--and he twists, seeking to hurl Cammy right off his body, an instinctive and violent jerk that would send her flying out and up, the perfect position for a wild smash punch.
It's part uppercut, part hook, and pure brute force, living up to its name with almost as much devestating power as the earlier attack--only, he never recovers properly, because just after the peak of the punch, the light in his eyes goes out and he's hurled around, off his feet, to crash down, from the momentum of his own last attack.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison knocks away Cammy with Ultimate Wild Smash!
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In Row Q, Seats 42-47, there's a team of Shadaloo operatives disguised as guys who got lost on the way to a football game. They are barechested, they have two colors of paint running from head to midsection in perfect hemispheres, and they're really fucking drunk and rowdy. To, of course, keep in character; those beer hats they're all wearing are in team colors, after all.
When Cammy's limp, speeding body shatters a pane of protective glass and leaves her sprawled in the stands(and semi-conscious atop a woman who was too slow to get the hell out of the way), they're all just sober enough to get up and hurry over to lift and carry her from the arena swiftly. They will, in short order, be back for Mike Bison; it's just a matter of getting Cammy loaded up in a waiting vehicle and figuring out some way to restrain the boxer so that he doesn't kill them all when he wakes up.
Along the way, they're loudly slurring fight songs and grabbing unsuspecting asses.
Keeping in character, you know.
Log created on 19:55:33 02/07/2010 by Cammy, and last modified on 15:05:09 02/28/2010.