Description: In one of Moscow's many clubs, Cammy is attempting to do business with the Russian Mafia, when ZANGIEF, defender of all good-hearted Soviet citizens (okay okay Russian citizens) turns up to take them all to prison. A titanic showdown of epic proportions ensues, with more property damage than you can shake an enraged Cyclone at.
Mother Russia! More precisely, the vast sprawl of Moscow, in a glitzy nightclub fairly near the centre of the city. Even the glitzy nightclubs of Moscow have a darker underside though...
Cammy is tucked away at a shady table near the back of the club, safe from prying eyes. Clad in her red cloak, though the hood has been pulled down - a huge cloak is not really all that unusual in the icy city at this time of year. Half a dozen black suited men loiter rather more conspicuously nearby, some sitting at the table, the others leaning against walls and such nearby - but she is ignoring them, her attention focused upon a middle aged gentleman sitting opposite her, who seems rather uncomfortable, along with all the minions. She's speaking English, but he apparently understands. "So, Yuri. The Master is not happy with your apparent lack of progress in Moscow. So unhappy is he that he sent /me/ out here to talk to you, and provide a little encouragement for your operations here.".
For years, they have whispered of him.
Zangief, the Red Cyclone, the world's best wrestler and sworn upholder of the Soviet ideal. Never mind that the great Communist nation fell ages ago, Zangief still embodies that precious era. A man of unwavering moral dedication, the Russian Mafia have every reason to fear him. He is, after all, the source of their many problems.
Yuri even begins to explain this, "But, surely he understands! With That Man stopping us at every turn, we can't possibly keep up with his demands! They are insane!"
Who is That Man? Well, as though summoned by the mention of his existence, the chances are that That Man is the huge, looming figure which is rising up behind Yuri like the shroud of death itself. A dark hush falls over the club, as Zangief, swathed in a long, red cloak all of his own, makes himself known. His voice a deep, growling rumble.
"Good evening, Comrades."
Cammy merely looks faintly irritated, as much as a Doll can. "What man?" she asks. "The Master is not concerned with your insignificant problems. He just expects results, or next time, someone less forgiving than me will be sent out here. Maybe the Master himself." she warns.
It's about then that a shadow falls across the table, and Cammy is looking up, up, up, into the sky it seems, to focus upon his face. The Master has a strange idea of what constitutes 'insignificant', she thinks, as the ambulatory mountain looks pretty significant to her!
"Zangief.". She's not met him, not that she remembers anyway, but she is acquainted with his file. "This is nothing to do with you. This is between me and Yuri here.". Her blue gaze darts down to Yuri, who is already sliding off of the sofa off to one side. He knows what that shadow means, apparently.
"HAH. You know who the Red Cyclone is, then!" Zangief declares, cheered that his reputation is still enough to cow these petty thugs and criminals. Of whom, Cammy was clearly just another. The woman looks vaguely familiar to him, in the kind of 'I'm sure someone once told me something about you, but oh well' kind of way. But so are most Russian criminals. She doesn't sound Russian, but who is going to argue?
"That makes this easier then! I am going to take Yuri here." And one meaty hand reaches out to snatch up the gangster by the back of his jacket, and lift him up with no apparent effort at all. "And all of you to meet some friends of mine with the police!" He gives the unfortunate gangster a shake, to emphasize his words.
"You can come quietly, or I can break all of you in half and let the police try to put you back together! You see? THIS is what Glastnost has brought you, Comrades! HAHAHAHAHA!"
Cammy jumps lithely up from her spot on the couch, leaping up to balance lightly on the back of the sofa that they are sitting on, somehow going from sitting to standing in the blink of an eye. The red cloak is discarded abruptly, cast off onto the table between them, revealing the blue Doll uniform beneath.
"Let him go, Zangief! Before I have to /hurt/ you." she tells him, drawing one hand across her throat meaningfully. And the Doll tenses up, ready to break out the violence if Zangief tries to do this breaking thing.
Yuri meanwhile is babbling for mercy, not wanting to be broken in half! And right now, fear of Shadaloo is undermined by fear of Zangief. Maybe if he was in Vega's meaty paw things would be different.
Memories come slowly for Zangief. That uniform does mean something, but it takes him a few moments to realize what it is. Moments where he is squinting at the woman, and cocking his head to the side. Then, realization seems to dawn. Like the sun breaking through a particularly dense fog, Zangief's eyes go wide. "YOU!" He roars, raising Yuri even higher above his head, apparently due to his surprise at the woman. She was one of those Shadaloo people who had messed up Southtown!
Surprise soon gives way to anger, and he pitches Yuri right at the woman with a loud, "RAAAAAARGH!" Followed, unsurprisingly, by him trying to just lunge at her, through the table, which sends splinters flying everywhere, "I'm going to CRUSH you! YOU THINK YOU CAN THREATEN THE RED CYCLONE?!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Cammy has joined the fight here.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zangief
COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits Cammy with Large Thrown Object.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Zangief
Cammy blinks at Zangief. Oooo he's angry and it looks quite terrifying and then all of a sudden there's a body flying through the air right at her. The Doll tries to leap to one side but she really wasn't expecting Yuri to get used as a deadly weapon and the two of them meet in the air, to fly across the room until stopped by a wall and fall to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs.
Yuri is unconscious. Cammy is made of sterner stuff, though she's certainly been battered and bruised. She rolls Yuri off of her and flips up onto her feet. "No problem." she mutters, and then affixes her baleful blue stare upon Zangief, eyes narrowing, calculating the best course of action to deal with this mountain.
COMBATSYS: Cammy calculates her next move.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief is, in a word, furious. He'd never put two and two together before and realized that four meant Shadaloo is active in his beloved Russia. The man mountain picks up half the broken table, ignoring the fact that the other gangsters who were lucky enough not to be used as projectiles are running for their lives.
"GRAARGH! You think you can come here? HERE?! Mother Russia will not... GRAAAAAR!" The man rages, as coherent and eloquent as the bears he had practiced on so many times. For a moment, it looks like he's going to hurl more furniture at Cammy, but, no.
Instead, Zangief literally bites into the table, and rips through it in a display of terrifying strength and power. His rage is rising, and now it isn't just gangsters who are running for their lives. The fury of the Red Cyclone is a thing of legend, and he's stomping towards Cammy with murder in his eyes. "You... I bet you are working with that other... that evil... that criminal..." He gropes for the name, glaring and angry at the world for it not immediately reminding him the name...
"FREI!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief gathers his will.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Zangief
Cammy is happy that she's had a little time to get her breath together, to focus on the current situation. She only expected to possibly have to give Yuri a bit of a slap and now suddenly things have gotten a whole lot worse. But Zangief seems happy to sit there destroying the nightclub in the city he's trying to protect, so far.
Cammy takes a few quick steps towards him, and then leaps up, hurtling towards him though spinning gracefully like a top through the air as she goes. She lands right in front of him, and then a clenched gauntleted fist stabs out at him, charged with all the psycho power and strength that she can muster and imparted with even more power besides thanks to the spin.
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Cammy's Axle Spin Knuckle.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief doesn't really seem very worried about the nightclub any more, it must be said. If he even remembers why it is here, it is doubtful. He's raging, and furious, and he wants to smash something. It just so happens that Cammy is right there, and who cares if she's punching him in the guts? It's time to show her why they call him the Red Cyclone!
The large man doesn't try to get out of the way of the attack, or even mitigate it in any meaningful way. The fist slams into him, and smashes against his stomach powerfully. This just seems to encourage him. He doesn't budge an inch.
What he does do, is stretch out both arms wide, now that Cammy is easily within range, and /spin/ upon his axis. Big, meaty fists slam around in a tornado of beefy fury, matched by a battlecry which has been the bane of many rings.
"ORA!"
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Zangief's Double Lariat.
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Cammy 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Zangief
"Aiee!". That sound comes not from Cammy but from one of the Mafia gangsters, who was unfortunately being a bit brave, trying to sneak up on Zangief from behind. He is clobbered, and goes flying through the air to land square on the table in a cubicle two down from where the fight began, smashing it into firewood.
As for Cammy, she steps in and one arm lifts up to catch Zangief's spinning arm at his shoulder. That arm thuds into her with bonecrunching force, and she does wince a bit, before on the other hand she does manage to stop him from spinning. Then, with him briefly paused, she backflips, driving one foot up at the big Russian's chin, surely an easy target given it's Vega-like immensity. "CANNON SPIKE!".
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Cammy's Cannon Spike.
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Zangief
Zangief is surprised to find himself stopped. That doesn't happen often, and it makes his eyes widen. In his fury, however, he is quick to respond. The kick whips his head up, and he lets out a snort. Like a bull being smacked against the rump, what Cammy might now realize is that his hands are no longer balled up into fists, and his eyes are, maybe, just a little bit bloodshot.
Both come up swiftly, aiming to grab around the fighter's outstretched leg as she is in mid-air. If he manages it, he'll swing her around, and around, and around, and then let her go with astounding momentum, to crash straight into the bottles behind the bar of the club. Yeah. If defending this place was Zangief's original intention, there's surely no sign of it now.
COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits Cammy with Improvised Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Cammy 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Zangief
Cammy has her leg grabbed by Zangief, and the Doll is light as a feather at the best of times so Zangief can spin her around really, /really/ fast. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh nooooooooooo...." she cries out, as the room becomes a blur. And then she's sailing through the air, to obliterate the vodka bottles stacked up behind the bar, the bartender taking cover by leaping off to one side hurriedly.
A few long seconds past, and then the Doll hauls herself up wearily onto the bar top, her nice blue uniform covered with booze, a few cuts here and there from splintered glass. Surely most sixteen year old girls would have had enough by now, but apparently not her. "Master Vega will be so upset that you ruined my nice uniform!" she cries out to him, while pondering new plans. Clearly punching the guy isn't working, he's just too damn big! She balls herself up, and launches herself into the air, trying to land on him, so she can grab him, and throw him. Assuming she can actually lift this monstrosity of a man off the ground.
COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Cammy's Hooligan Suplex.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Zangief
Zangief stands firm like a rock. The large man's arm comes up to stop her wrapping around his face (which, to be honest, is unlikely to be a pleasant experience for either of them), and instead fends off the spinning doll woman before she can unroot him.
As she touches back down to the ground, however, she finds herself confronted with several hundred pounds of furious Russian. "I'll do worse than ruin your uniform!" He roars, "I'm going to break you into pieces! I'll rip those pigtails off and use them to floss! HOW DARE YOU COME TO MY HOME?! RAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"
Apparently determined to prevent any potential explanation from Shadaloo's Finest, Zangief aims to scoop the woman up, and if he can get hold of her, they'll both be sailing through the air. This time, however, he's aiming to drive her back /through/ the bar surface itself, rather than just decimate the supplies of the place.
Hopefully the owners have Bear Insurance.
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Zangief's Flying Powerbomb.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Zangief
Not that braids! Thats what runs through Cammy's mind as huge hands sweep at her, trying to gather her up. Cammy has had enough experience of Zangief to know that being in his grip is the very last place she wants to be, so she ducks, rolls, twists, and his hands close in on air.
There's no screaming or shouting from the Doll though, as she comes to her feet by Zangiefs side. "Stay focused!" she mutters to him, as one dainty combat booted foot comes out to attempt (hah) to block the tree-trunk like leg of of the Russian mountain. And to encourage things along a little she slaps at his back with both hands, trying to trip him.
COMBATSYS: Zangief Toughs Out Cammy's Strong Throw!
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Zangief
Zangief is tripped, but it doesn't take long for him to recover.
Indeed, both hands hit him, and he hits the ground, but he almost seems to just keep going with it. The huge man sweeps around, and one massive boot aims to crash into the side of Cammy's legs. If the woman is hit, she'll find that she doesn't actually hit the ground, though, because Zangief's hands are grabbing her precious braids.
"FOCUS?! THE RED CYCLONE ALWAYS FOCUSES!" He roars, snaring her around the throat with his other arm and trying, it seems, to pop her head off like a cork. Tugging and yanking and otherwise making life very uncomfortable for the poor doll. And he's even pulling her hair at the same time, something his many (9-year-old) fans would agree is the /height/ of professional wrestling.
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Zangief's Choke Hold.
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Cammy 1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Zangief
Cammy is caught in a huge bearhug, with one massive arm across her throat. There's much yelling and kicking and screaming from Cammy, and wriggling, too. Really trying to hold onto her is like trying to hold on to a greased sliver of lightning, as she somehow manages to wriggle free and drop down to her knees in front of him, amidst a pile of broken bits of wood from a destroyed table.
She quickly crawls backwards between the giants legs, and when she's behind him bounces up, to suddenly swarm up his back. Assuming she can conquer Everest and reach his shoulders, she wraps a braid around his neck. "You seem so focused on messing up my hair!" she hisses, and uses said hair to try and choke the life out of him.
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Cammy's Choke Hold.
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Cammy 1/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Zangief
Zangief doesn't see this attack coming, but as Cammy wraps herself around him, what might strike the assassin as a bit strange is how he isn't grunting any more. Instead, his teeth grind together, and his eyes are bloodshot and crazed. For a few moments, the veins on his forehead bulge out, and he turns almost as red as his big shiny boots. Then, suddenly, his hand snaps up to try and grab Cammy by the back of the head, and wrench her off him.
If he manages this, Cammy is in for a world of pain. He'll not even pause before he slams her into the ground face-first, but he hardly ends there.
One of the aforementioned big red boots will slam up into her stomach, and his arms will shift to hold her above his head as he recovers his breath enough to shout. "ENOUGH!" Followed by one of the three words that you really don't want to hear him yell, especially not when you are above his head.
"ULTIMATE!"
And then she's crashing backwards into the ground, through another unfortunate table, her back is then slammed ruthlessly by his knee, one arm around her throat the other grabbing a leg to bow her out.
"ATOMIC!"
And finally, she's spiralling through the air. Probably, thankfully, dazed enough not to care she's being crammed between his thighs as he finishes the awe-inspiring combo off with his signature move, and a shout of...
"BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!"
Loud enough to shatter every remaining glass in the bar, combined with the terrifying force with which her head is brought into contact with the ground.
... if he can get that initial move on the slippery assassin, of course ...
COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits Cammy with Ultimate Atomic Buster.
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Cammy 1/---====/=======|==-----\-------\0 Zangief
Cammy is indeed in that word of pain, a she's hauled over his shoulder for her face to end up smashed into the ground. Then she's lifted high up into the air. "Ohhhh nooooo, not again!" she squeaks, as she goes into another rollercoaster of pain, that just begins with crunching noises coming from her back, and then ends with her being bundled up like a tiny rag and smashed bodily into what's left of the club, which right now isn't much.
"Ohhhhh...." the Doll whimpers, and rolls away from Zangief to hide behind the bar for a moment, and get her breath back after that pounding. Discretion is the better part of valour and all.
COMBATSYS: Cammy gains composure.
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Cammy 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief takes a moment to pick himself up from the floor. He looks around the club, and blinks a few times. The doll was nowhere to be seen, and this confuses him. The large man scratches his head, and one hand rests on his hip as he huhs. For the first time, he actually pays attention to the devastation that the fight has wrought on their surroundings, and this, too, seems to puzzle the large man.
"Hmph... it looks like I atomized her!" He announces, for the benefit of the crumbling building. "... Oh well! She should have known better than to try and tangle with Mother Russia! AHAHAHAHAHAAA! She'll think twice before she tries something like that again!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief takes no action.
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Cammy 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Zangief
Cammy peers around the corner of the bar, a little waving of blonde hair betraying her presence. And sees Zangief strutting his stuff, like he's won or something! Grr. "LOCK ON!" she shouts from her hiding spot, and she jumps backwards, boots clicking against the wall, to launch herself at him with blinding speed, a tiny blue streak. One foot is extended, and she tries to smash Zangief with the business end of a steel toed combat boot.
But that's only the beginning, as the riled Killed Bee dances around him with blinding speed, kicking and kicking and kicking, non stop, a veritable swarm of blows.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Zangief with Killer Bee Assault.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief turns around, mid-laugh, at the shout of Lock On, and understanding dawns remarkably quickly after that.
Not quick enough for him to prepare for the assault, though, and it rains down on him heavily. The Red Cyclone is stopped, at least from ranting any more, and instead is reduced to going 'urgh' or 'argh' or 'uuuugh' as he is beaten and battered by the quick assassin.
When it finally ends, he has sunk to one knee, and is breathing hard. He growls, though. Staggering up to his feet, he glares at the smaller fighter, all of his former jubilation turned back into seething, righteous anger.
"You... HID!" He bellows, "YOU TRICKED ME!" He stamps his feet into the floor, hard enough to crack the concrete and let out some of his fury, "What are you, a ninja?! I HATE NINJA!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief focuses on his next action.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Zangief
"No. I'M A DOLL!" Cammy replies, proudly. Which means Shadaloo. Which means... dirty fighting. As Zangief has just found out. "And you should pick on people your own size!". Not that Cammy seems particularly cowed, though she's certainly woozy as hell right now.
She runs up to him while he's ranting, and flaps one hand in front of his face, trying to distract the big Russian. And then, distracted or not, she runs around behind him, wraps her arms about him, and tries to actually flip the mammoth over her body in a suplex. Assuming she manages it on someone who must be five times her body weight minimum, it'd look impressive if nothing else.
COMBATSYS: Zangief interrupts Power Throw from Cammy with Banishing Flat.
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Cammy 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief allows Cammy to wrap her arms around his neck and tug him backwards, but that's as far as the motion goes. Nor do Cammy's words seem to actually have much effect on the behemoth. He's not listening very much any more. All tricky, sneaky fighters are ninja to him. She's just a british ninja who happens to be blonde and also wear a silly uniform.
After being bent backwards for a moment, the large man suddenly spins around, and his chi flares up. The one time he actually had a use for the stuff. Bright green and messy, it flares, and smashes Cammy right in the face, with one furious, howling cry of derision. A bellowed roar which speaks of Zangief's eternal nemesis:
"NIIIIIIIINJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Cammy goes arse over teakettle like a British... well, not a British ninja, it's a bit too inelegant for that, all arms and legs and braids and ending up in a crumpled heap. She flips back up though, still going. Like a Swiss watch, she takes a licking and she keeps on ticking.
She's happy to hang back though for now, eying Zangief warily, though her gauntleted fists are up and ready for business. "Maybe Yuri was right after all." she says grudgingly, slowly circling him and happy to keep out of range. This ninja likes to take her time.
COMBATSYS: Cammy gains composure.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief, however, doesn't like to think about things too hard in a fight. Thinking gets in the way of his instincts, which have been finely honed to tell him the best way to kick a bear in the face.
Cammy might not be a bear (the jury is still out), but she is certainly about to get kicked in the face if Zangief has anything to say about it. "Russia will not stand for crime!" He shouts, flicks of spit nestled comfortably in his beard are shaken loose as he hurls himself forward once more, his boot swings around to carve an arc for the side of her head.
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Zangief's Light Kick.
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Cammy 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Zangief
Cammy lifts up red gauntlets to match the quick kick Zangief snaps out - and then, while Zangief's boot is still flying past her, she goes down into a handstand right in front of him, like this is some sort of gymnastics competition. This merely allows her to throw herself at him yet again though as Cammy seems to like doing, though this time with a variation - legs first.
Assuming Zangief is too slow to do anything about it, she'll grab his head with her legs (don't ask) and with a whip-like flick of her body, send him crashing down onto the floor.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Zangief with Frankensteiner.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Zangief
Zangief tries to fend Cammy off just like he did the first time that she tried to wrap her legs around his head. This time, he's not so successful. The large man is standing still one minute, and hitting the ground hard the next. It sends a tremor through what remains of the club, and he picks himself up slowly.
"If you are a doll..." He snarls, "Then lets see how many more are inside you! I'm going to crack you open like an egg! Come here! Stop moving! Stand still so I can FINISH YOU!"
Note that he's accusing her of moving whether or not she is in fact standing still. The Red Cyclone is swaying on the spot, his eyes having some difficulty focusing, but through it, his rage has kept him going. His righteous fury that Shadaloo would dream of touching precious Russian soil. That will not let him stop now. Despite the fact that he's bleeding rather profusely from the side of the head. Not that he seems to have noticed.
COMBATSYS: Zangief gathers his will.
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|=======\=====--\1 Zangief
Zangief is still getting up when Cammy is bounding towards him. "I am not a Russian doll you fool!" she tells him as she bounces, wrapping up into a foetal position while in the air and flying towards him like a little blue cannonball. "And you will not grab me again!". She hopes.
Aiming square for his chest, she tries to actually bowl him over this time, grabbing at his arms and trying to let her momentum roll the two of them backwards through the club, cutting a swathe of destruction through the destruction. Letting the rubble bounce a bit.
Assuming she actually hits him.
COMBATSYS: Zangief interrupts Cross Scissor Pressure from Cammy with Aerial Russian Slam.
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Cammy 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Zangief
Zangief narrows his eyes as the Doll comes in for him again. As she gets close, he suddenly lunges forwards, and one meaty hand grabs her by the head, and although it is grabbed in turn, wrenched painfully out of its socket, he doesn't let a little thing like a dislocated shoulder prevent him from fighting back.
"HRARGH!" He roars, leaping into the air, he throws the woman the full length of the club, and she impacts hard with the back wall. Possibly enough force there to punch a hole straight through it, and bring the whole darn place down, but, right now, Zangief has more immediate problems.
Like putting his shoulder back into place with a painful wrench. "Guhnk. When did ninja get so tough? Is like fighting someone /worth/ fighting for a change. Travesty."
Cammy goes through the wall like a shell, leaving a Cammy shaped hole in the concrete. Somewhat like a shell, she seems to explode on the far side, too, as there comes from the hole a great wailing and screaming and gnashing of teeth. "Noooooooooooooo!" comes a high pitched wail. "Master Vega!". The prospect of FAILURE weighing heavily on the Dolls mind.
"Nooooooo! CANNON SPIKE!". And the Doll, or whats left of her, flies back out of the hole, falls into a bloody, bleeding heap in front of Zangief, and then tries to bounce up boot first. Her aim is rather off.
Whether she hits or not, Cammy is finally spent, and after traversing yet another graceful arc through the air, falls heavily to end up in a small, rather piteable heap on the floor, amidst a pile of vodka glasses, face down, braids everywhere and arms and legs sprawled out like some sort of grotesque spider. Or, broken Doll.
COMBATSYS: Cammy can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Zangief fails to interrupt Cannon Spike from Cammy with Banishing Flat.
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COMBATSYS: Zangief can no longer fight.
Zangief has had more than enough of crazed fighters by now. As Cammy comes in again to try and kick him, his fist glows bright green, and he to spin...
Only to have his chin connect painfully once more with Cammy's boot.
The wrestler's eyes unfocus a bit, and he stumbles back a couple of paces. For a few moments, it looks like he's going to retort, his mouth working soundlessly like he's forgotten the word he's going to say.
And then he tumbles over backwards and collapses over a downed gangster. Thud.
Log created on 06:31:03 10/24/2010 by Zangief, and last modified on 09:10:19 10/24/2010.