Description: Two morally questionable teams set loose in one of UNESCO's World Heritage sites - what could go wrong? With the first fighters listed as Juri vs Yamazaki, there is little doubt that the level of violence will be at late night pay per view levels! The curtain draws open to the sunlit sky, but who would remain standing upon the blood soaked sands? (Winners: Shadaloo Team)
There was a cave-in up in the seats.
Let's face it. Yamazaki in priceless historical sites is never a sound plan. It never really takes him very long to get bored and start breaking things.
Half of the seats on one row are collapsed into eachother, and a whole pile of dust is slowly curtaining across the sky. Down by the stage, it looks like someone threw a sandstone pew through one of the pillars. Recently. "Fucking no-good lazy bastards," Yamazaki seethes, "what the hell is the point of a cell phone if you're not gonna answer it!!"
Stomping down towards the stage, Yamazaki slings an unconscious soldier of some random militia or god's army over his shoulder. The guy's been stripped to the waist, and beaten unrecognizable. Ryuji Yamazaki really doesn't know where this guy came from, nor does he care. He's only concerned with the fact that he was entertaining for about thirty seconds. "HEY!" Yamazaki yells to a gathered film crew up near the stage. "Ain't the show about to start?! Get your shit rolling! It's hot out here!" Then, to make his point more clear, he throws the unconscious body at the film crew, knocking over the camera and causing hundreds more dollars in damages.
"Get it together, noodlefaces!!"
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One can only suppose that the hosting fees and boost to tourism are worth the resulting damages...
At least, that's the only way you can really make sense of the unbelievable decision to have Team Shadaloo and Team Outlaw face each other in the antiquated confines of Petra. Even with the best behaved of teams, damage is likely.
With Juri and Yamazaki, it's all but a certainty.
Speaking of the mysterious Taekwondoka, both her and her team are nowhere to be seen right now. It's certainly not out of character for Shadaloo to expect its opponents to wait on them. Indeed, one might even say it's the status quo.
Though they don't stay absent for long. During the commotion caused by Yamazaki a faint violet colored light could be seen shining from the confines of the passageway known as the al-Siq. And once the seat-crushing tantrum fades away he will no doubt be treated to the sounds of a woman laughing softly. She walks toward the amphitheatre with one hand placed upon her hip, and the other allowed to dangle loosely beside her.
"Well well well. I can't say I'm upset with this arrangement. I certainly like a man who knows how to get things done." her voice comes across as velvet scraping across coarse steel. She comes to a stop several meters away from Yamazaki. Another soft laugh escapes her lips, "What's wrong big boy? Got stood u--"
She would have finished that thought, but just then her eyes widen suddenly, before narrowing further than they were before. "Huh. That's interesting. Never got a reading like that before."
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Oh, hell yes.
Those key grips are moving their asses now. That's probably because Yamazaki gave them the impression they won't have asses left to move if they don't hop to. And upsetting Yamazaki is probably only going to upset their boss, so even if they survive, they have to put up with a fearful administrator afterwards!
His shoes, worth more than the educations of half the people here today, is scuffed with blood and dust. Yamazaki pays it no heed, as he starts to step onto the stage. "That's better. You'd better get us somethin' to eat too for this! I don't care, if you have to slaughter an entire /horse!/, you fuc--" Eh?
You see, thing is, Yamazaki never really stops raging, it just.. redirects. So by the time the haunting fatale laughter fills tthe desecrated remains of the ampitheatre, Yamazaki is relazed enough not to just break a key grip right in half. Not that he wouldn't anyway. Yamazaki is like that.
Speaking of Yamazaki and like.
The brawler turns in one lazy step to face his opponent. "Looks like the funeral procession finally showed up," Yamazaki observes immorally, clearly leering at pretty much everything Juri has on display without even thinking twice. Then he snorts loudly, hacking gory spit off to his side. The resultant puddle is bigger than some people's heads. His look turns a little black as he notices he's being scoped out.
"You know," Yamazaki explains in a thuroughly off-color tone, "If you wanted to see more, I'd let you into my private suite."
Then he slams a fist, sheathed in leather, into an open palm.
Avalanches have carried less bass.
"Damn shame I'm gonna have to break you right in half before that happens, danish-head..."
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Off to one side, Poison is sitting on a bit of scenery, painting her nails, thoroughly unfazed by Yamazaki's antics. There's some blood spatter on her thighs. "Let her in? Baby, I don't do threesomes," she comments, boredly and callously.
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Rai 'The Best and Strongest Wrestler On Team Outlaw' den is lying on the dusty ground some distance away, having an intense staring contest with a candy bar, whispering sweet nothings to it because it's more interesting than whatever else is happening. God, there isn't even /fighting/ yet, come on.
"Boooooaghgmph!" What starts as a jeer ends as an incoherent, sticky wreck when /somehow/ the delicious candy bar leaps into the wrestler's mouth. Tee hee~
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What is it that Juri sees that has drawn her attention so? It can't be said. That is for her eyes only, though the data itself will be analyzed by Seth later, and no doubt his reaction will be much of the same. The pint-sized psycho merely shrugs her shoulders though. Both to the readings, and Yamazaki's comment of a 'funeral procession'. "What? Oh! Maybe you were expecting me to bring backup?" Juri's lips suddenly jerk into a rictus smile before she starts howling with laughter.
"Blondie, you have /no/ fucking idea."
The Taekwondoka is on the move again, now moving into the arena provided by the remains of the amphetheatre. She is undaunted: By Yamazaki's lewd comment, his threat, and even the percussion caused by his abuse of his own palm. The result is the same: The woman looks unimpressed. She merely cocks her head to the side as she stares up at Yamazaki with her left eye. Analyzing him very carefully.
Juri's eyes then slide over to regard Poison and Raiden, briefly, before returning to stare directly at Yamazaki. A soft snort escapes her. "Your 'team'? As for mine, they'll get here after a while. Long enough for me to have a bit of fun on my own." One of her feet raises off the ground: Her toenails carefully painted that shade of purple Juri seems to like so much. She rotates her ankle slowly as she speaks, "You see, it's been a looooong time since I've been allowed to let loose like this, and I'm so glad you seem to be the type of guy that won't go down easily."
A soft, high pitched whine can be heard from Juri's left eye as it begins to glow. Luxuriously she draws her tongue to wet her wind-parched lips, and coos in a soft whisper, "Enough foreplay. C'mon, try to /break/ me." before lifting her foot higher and dropping into her combat posture.
COMBATSYS: Juri has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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Juri 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Juri 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
A guy that won't go down easily? "Tell me about it," Poison mutters under her breath.
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Big "1 Bao" Bear barely overhears Poison and immediately sprays a geyser of chocolate and nougat into the air, thumping the ground and choke-laughing until his face turns red.
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"You'll do whatever I tell you to do!!!" Yamazaki rages.
Wait a minute.
"Shut the fuck up up there! How'd you get into my room again!?" Nrgh!
You know what, nevermind. He's going to deal with Poison /and/ Raiden later, preferably after he has Juri stretched out over his towel rack and tied to the faucet with her own ligaments--"kheh.." The mercenary coughs out a harsh laugh, his hair seeming to raise in aggressive rills with the motion. Though it's fairly invisible, you can feel his chi start to build up around him. It's not something people can easily tell, because ... well. He just seems to radiate hostility.
"Hhh..." He breathes slowly, his approach quiet, deadly, his demeanor definitely that of a snake. "I like chicks who think they're tough," he admits, one monstrous claw of a hand opening. Because his fighting gloves leave his fingers exposed, it's not hard to see the dirt and blood underneath his fingernails. This won't be his first fight today. "They scream the loudest."
And then Yamazaki's fist is about a centimeter from folding Juri's ribcage right in half.
Let's be absolutely clear here. Yamazaki is still standing at least two or three meters from Juri. It's not entirely clear exactly how many bones Yamazaki is capable of dislocating in his arm, but it's pretty damn crystal he can do it in the space of an eyeblink. Thought /one/ about trying to attack him, trying to run, thought /number one/ about being in a fight at all? Yamazaki hits like cement lightning.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Juri with Snake Tamer.
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Juri 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Yamazaki
It's fairly common for time to slow down right when a life threatening situation occurs. During this time your life may flash before your eyes, or you just may be fully cognizant of how duly fucked you are.
For Juri, it's the latter. She has a few moments to recognize that Yamazaki can indeed PUNCH her from two, nearly three meters away. Not with chi, not with the force of air being moved by his fist but his actual fist. Behind the view of her left eye she can actually see it stretch out, achieving impossible proportions!
And then she couldn't see much at all!
The impact of the blow is enough to send Juri off her feet and achieve a few seconds of air time before coming down to the cracked stone surface of the amphitheater with enough force to send a cloud of dust into the air! Before the dust even has had time to settle though, Juri can be heard... laughing?
Laughing louder and more wildly than ever before. She lifts her legs up, slams her feet into the ground and then lifts her body upright without using her arms at all. As she stands she winces, and clutches her abdomen. Several of her ribs are cracked: She knows both because she can felt it, and because a read-out helpfully provided by the Feng Shui Engine confirms it. She continues to laugh though, even as she begins to cough and blood drools from the inside of her mouth. Her eyes alight with unrestrained glee.
"Mmm. Not bad! I really can't wait for you to show me more. But please..." she practically moans, "First, let me show my appreciation."
With that, Juri backflips into the air before landing against a ruined pillar! Then she launches from it with enough force to elicit its collapse! The first hit will be a kick aimed directly at Yamazaki's torso, followed by an upward launching knee. Another aerial kick followed by a final spinning aerial mule will send Yamazaki flying backwards! ... assuming Juri is allowed to, anyway.
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Juri 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki fails to interrupt Shikusen from Juri with Suna Kake.
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Juri 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Yamazaki
And just like that, Yamazaki's arm is at his side again.
To the trained hearing of a fighter, the sick twist-pop of his joints realigning as the massive brawler twists his arm in its socket. His free and apparently less violent hand sliding into the pocket of his slacks, he hoots loudly as Juri hits the ground some ways away. "That's it. That's how it starts," Yamazaki growls, a voice dripping with acidic bile filling the stage as he steps forward. With a whipping motion, his arm blur, apparently doing nothing more dire than working the kinks out.
For Yamazaki, it's pretty much about proving a point. There's people here who only exist to be food for him. That is to say, everyone who it doesn't pleasure him to keep around. Which is pretty much everyone who isn't paying him. THat's all. The sooner everyone gets that idea through their thick skulls, the faster he can get on with the business of tearing everyone a brand new ass and moving on to the next bracket.
So you can imagine Yamazaki's considerable consternation when Juri kicks him through the ground. For his own merit, trying to hit Yamazaki is like trying to punch a brick wall. He doesn't move very far, and it seems like, for just a moment, he steps /into/ the blow. But the taekwondoka's legs are made a little tougher stuff than Yamazaki bargained for, and the brawler just eats dirt, slamming into the ground face-first. Appreciation, huh..
Blood drops against the ground as he drags his skull out of the crater Juri put it into.
"Urgh...hope you're just getting warmed up, grapetits," Ryuji starts in vague amusement, before bursting up to his feet, his hand /still/ in his pocket. "Because once I taste blood, it's too much for me--I won't stop until I have it _ALL_!"
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Sheer joyous delight!
Complete and utter bliss!
Those, and many other synonyms, can be used to describe Juri's mood when her first strike hammers against Yamazaki's chest. No surprises here though: It's as hard slab of fucking concrete. Fortunately for Juri though, her legs strike true with such incredible force that even the unrelenting rock of Yamazaki's chest yields some. She can feel it with each strike as the ribs compress, yielding to the force of her strikes, compressing the internal organs in such a way that any normal human being would be unconscious or writhing in agony on the ground.
However, as has been established many many times, Yamazaki should never be confused with a normal human.
After delivering her last blow, that sends Yamazaki flying backwards, Juri deftly lands with the grace of a practiced acrobat. She raises one foot off the ground, the foot used to strike Yamazaki' full on in the chest, and shakes it lazily while laughing. "Man. Guys like you sure know how to show a girl a good time. I wonder what you have up your sleeve ne..."
Grapetits.
The Taekwondoka quirks an eyebrow, and the camera crew get nervous. After all these two psychopaths have done more than enough damage to the surroundings so far: If they get REALLY pissed off who knows what they'll do!
In this case, Juri just shakes her head and laughs some more. "You want blood?" Her lips part, allowing Yamazaki, Raiden, Poison, and everyone at home watch as she sloooowly runs her tongue across her own blood stained teeth, cleaning them. After that she just smiles wickedly, "Come and get it then. But I'll warn you: Don't blink, things are about to get /very/ interesting."
You can't see it during this exchange, but as Juri continues to taunt her opponent her eye is taking careful readings. Using the ongoing battle data and current information about Yamazaki's physical condition the program located within the Feng Shui Engine is compiling a useful set of information that may help Juri in the next few rounds. Maybe.
COMBATSYS: Juri focuses on her next action.
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Juri 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Yamazaki
Yamazaki grins.
It's not a pleasant expression.
"Let's get this straight right now. I want you to throw every last thing you got at me. Every little butterfly kick, toe jab and tough luck stab you got. If you have a motherfucking bazooka hidden in that bra, now's the time. Because when I'm done here, I'm gonna see what happens when I grab both your ankles and make a fucking wish."
After that, he rolls out the stiffness out of his neck from where his spine popped while Juri was kicking him into an early grave, the gangster lets out a long, high-pitched breath. It would be a comical sound if it were not for the voice that's been soaked with over a decade's worth of any alcohol or poison you could imagine that follows it.
"See.. what's in my sleeves ain't what you need to worry about."
At that point, Yamazaki doesn't waste any more time talking. As a man who knows when to hold em and when to fold em, he gets right back to business. He steps after Juri slow, walking towards her. Deceptively simple; he's just raising a rich Italian loafer to try and put it through Juri's head. Failing that, Yamazaki's gonna stomp a mudhole right through a pillar relatively nearby with his overextension.
You know, he doesn't really seem to have any proclivities as to which.
COMBATSYS: Juri interrupts Heavy Kick from Yamazaki with Senpusha.
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Juri 1/--=====/=======|=======\=------\1 Yamazaki
As Yamazaki talk he might notice, infuriatingly, that she has taken a sudden interest in her nails as well. Though it's interesting to note that she doesn't seem to really paint her fingernails. Still she turns her hand over, looks at the back of it... then raises her hand to idly pick her teeth while looking at the blonde thug with an expression that basically states 'Yeah, I've heard that before. Try again.'
The boredom melts away though when her opponent finally gets out of that shallow pit she helped him dig out. As he approaches she puts her hand down but otherwise doesn't move. She doesn't even seem to care how slowly and methodically he is approaching! All she cares about is when he does finally lash out: And boy does he not disappoint. If that kick managed to strike home she'd either be missing her head or be in position of a couple busted vertebrae.
It does not, however.
With a wicked gleam in her left eye, Juri's head blurs out of the way of Yamazaki's Fine Corinthian footware just in time for her to get clipped rather nastily on the chin. The result is painful: Even from that minimal contact she can feel the ligaments of her jaw scream in pain as they are stretched beyond their limit. But there's no time to wince, no time to cry out in pain. No, instead with a triumphant yell she turns her body and leaps into the air delivering a rising kick directly to Yamazaki's own jaw.
There is an accompanying flash of bright purple energy, nebulous and wild. One familiar with Vega's psychic fire will find it of a similar nature of Juri's psionic storm. Though hers /is/ different: It doesn't wish to dominate, merely destroy. Every cell of your body is wreathed in unholy energy that blasts every single neuron responsible for pain with enough force that a root canal without anesthesia would seem like a blessed relief! Then combined with the force of her kicks as she spins two times: Delivering four blows in total.
She seems to like four a lot... I wonder why?
Once she lands from her strikes, Juri's entire body convulses with laughter. "Oh? Is that it?! Is that fucking it?! I thought you were going to make a wish and break me in half. Well come on, /hurry/. I'm not going to wait around all fucking day for you to get your shit together!"
--
The blows land with cataclysmic effectiveness on Yamazaki.
The attack was slow--too slow to hit someone as fast as Juri--though he gets the slightest taste of what it might be like to have her kissing his boots, she's already moving after Yamazaki, throwing out that bright purple energy into Yamazaki, a force that flays less across Yamazaki's body--an effort worthy of not much of anything--and into his mind. It hurts.
You can see a thin line of blood drain from the brawler's ear in the chance moments between blows to his jaw, her spinning attack slicing open his skin tight muscle shirt and cutting into his flesh with more of that noxious power. It's something familiar to Yamazaki, who's spent more than a little bit of time harming Shadaloo minions, but not at this sort of level. Falling back comically, he /shrieks/ in a high pitch as the energy cuts through him--!!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH---/hahahahahahahah!!!/--you're already too late."
There is an audible click.
And then, disturbingly calmly, Yamazaki is simply there, his switchblade flicking out, aimed between Juri's ribs in a brutal stab. See, Yamazaki is a dog of the underworld. He knows his way around a knife.
In this case, four might be a pretty unlucky number..
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Juri with Nightmare - Then Darkness.
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Juri 1/=======/=======|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
This close, this fast, Yamazaki simply can't be avoided. At that point, Juri might begin to get a sense of what Yamazaki was doing. He was never even trying to hit her the first time. He was just trying to see how hard she could hit /him/. Goading her not with his words--but with the promise of his blood... see, someone like Yamazaki isn't very particular about whose blood gets spilt. His blood, that flaying pain... he /wants/ that. Because it just promises that much more. Let's not talk about what the scent of Juri's blood does to the massive mercenary.
One claw holding her tight, Yamazaki lifts his opponent up by his knife. His bicep twists, every cable of his muscles tight as iron, and honestly, even someone like Raiden would be nothing but a rag doll to him when he's like this. Slavering and frothing, he twists the knife -just- so as he moves.
"I told you..." he explains again, still with that unnerving calm.
"You're gonna give me everything you got first."
The next few seconds will pass in a bloody instant.
Yamazaki just tries to rip Juri open with his knife. Somehow he intends on doing so by stabbing more. It's pretty hard to tell how or why. But Yamazaki was never the best 'physics' guy.
He prefers to play these things out by ear.
Oh--the ear. That's a good place to start..
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It's another one of those moments where time slows down for eternity, when you have some thug with a pocket knife coming at you with murder in your eyes. Juri tries to deflect the blow, tries to wrestle herself away! But it's all for naught. Yamazaki's vice like grip keeps her still enough and may, in fact, help drive her down upon the gleaming blade.
The first stab slides smoothly through her ribs, but stops just short of puncturing her lung. Then, like a doll, she is lifted up in the air with the knife still inside of her! Now twisting, tearing at he flesh: Breaking badly cracked ribs and causing her entire body to scream in agony. Warning messages flare across her left field of vision as the Feng Shui Engine attempts to detail the damage she is in. Another useless fucking feature included by Seth: She already knows, she's the one with the goddamn knife wounds!
A rush of adrenaline rushes through her system, dulling her pain to the point she can finally move. With a pained gasp she reaches down to grip the knife with her hand, not caring if it slices her fingers in the process. Meanwhile she curls so that her foot presses down on that same arm, attempting to push it away while releasing the knife with her badly cut hand.
That same hand descends upon Yamazaki's face as she states coldly, "Oh, you think that's the most I can do? The hardest I can hit? Heh, you have no fucking clue. But don't worry, I'm going to show you everything." As she says that her left bursts alight with garish purple energy before suddenly a taijitu snaps closed around the iris and pupil, and it too begins to spin rapidly!
Pushing off with both her foot and her hand, smearing Yamazaki's face with her blood in the meanwhile, Juri flips back through the air before landing as gracefully as she can manage. Then she begins to spin horizontally along the ground, attempting to sweep Yamazaki's feet out from under him! That familiar purple light flares around her body as she does and she uses her good hand to push herself up off the ground and into the air like some psychotic helicopter blade from Hell.
... and with luck, Yamazaki will be along for the ride.
COMBATSYS: Juri successfully hits Yamazaki with Kaisen Dankairaku.
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Ever upward Yamazaki's body is driven by repeated spinning kicks. Their bodies both consumed in that unwholesome violet energy that flows from Juri as a torrent. When the two finally reach the apex of the attack Yamazaki, should he open his eyes, will be able to see the blood streaked form of Juri rise above him! Wreathed in chaotic purple energy like some sort of accursed fallen angel. Then, in one smooth motion, her foot goes up and comes down with incredible force directly upon his chest!
Yamazaki blurs toward the ground, though impossibly Juri is moving faster still: Hitting the ground with enough force to cause nearby pillars to shatter from the force of her impact. But that is nothing. Juri has a mere second to rise to her feet, spin and then deliver a powerful upward kick just in time to catch Yamazaki's spine upon the heel of her foot!
The sound of the impact can be rushing through the al-Siq, accompanied by an incredible blast of dust originating from the epicenter of the battle!
When it is over, the camera crew scramble to get their camera lens cleaned off and focus the view back on the fight. What they see is Juri still standing there, still cradling Yamazaki with her foot... and now leaning up to gently rub the side of his face with her hand. Her voice comes as a cruelly seductive purr.
"Do I get to make a wish?"
With that, Juri spins around and delivers Yamazaki to the ground in just the right manner to have him land on the side of his head: Violently twisting his neck to one side.
But is it really over yet?
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Though his knife rips free of Juri's viscera with the help of her pumping kick, Yamazaki doesn't seem like he's had quite enough, skidding across the stone on a bloody slick until dust and fluid mix to create enough grit for traction underneath his tread. She's bleeding now... not too far left to go, he imagines.
He grins, and there is no humor in it.
She /backhands/ him pretty hard, but it's just enough to get Yamazaki interested, stumbling the massive brawler, his switchblade gripped in one hand tightly as he's momentarily blinded, seeing only red, and smelling only that maddening sour-sweet scent. Through the dim blood-coated glare, he can get a glimpse of her eye. And then all hell breaks loose.
Brutally, Yamazaki is lifted into the air on a whirling inferno of pain, his skull warping around the taekwondoka's leg as she spreads electric misery through his body. Though hitting him is like iron, even iron will eventually fold if it's struck while hot enough.
Every bone in his spine cracks loudly and painfully as all 200+ pounds of his frame is folded over Juri's back leg. By the time she touches his jawline, the brawler's ears and tearducts are pouring blood. He shifts slowly, just short of impaled. His eyes are rolled into the back of his head.
But he hears her.
By God, he hears her.
And then, it would seem to be over, his body driven into the sandstone like a dock pile, the downed pile of bone and muscle that is his massive frame seeming a mountain upon which Juri can perch. The brawler... is sti--
!!!
One hand blurs out to snatch Juri by the hair and scalp. The seemingly indestructible titan's grip is like iron, even after all of that, threatening to rip every hair out of Juri's scalp in one swift movement. That snake-like grip /will/ draw blood from her hairline if he manages to catch her. But what's more important there is the fact that Yamazaki is still somewhat conscious.
And, more distressingly, he's still holding his knife.
"Now that's what I'm talkin' about.." Yamazaki grins disgustingly, a solution of equal parts blood, snot and frothing drool dripping from his slackened jaw. The smell of rotting meat is..pervasive.
Is he even alive at this point?
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Juri with ...!!.
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"_C'MERE_.."
Yamazaki /yanks/ hard, to pull the taekwondoka off-balance. It's not necessarily that Juri is completely helpless, She is highly skilled and Yamazaki is mostly dead. It's just that the brawler is kind of like a pitbull--it'll take something on the order of a mortar shell right through his heart to make him consider letting go of Juri at this point. Pretty much any attempt to hit him is probably going to be critically misconstrued.
"I think I might keep you around for awhile, you know that?!" the gangster roars.
He holds up his knife.. and licks the length of it. His eyes widen. You can see, even count the number of new veins popping in the whites of his eyes. This close, you can see the damage done to him--his chest is torn open, his body is bleeding and bruised from a thousand cuts, and there's still crackling arcs of purple energy crawling across him. He can't really be fully conscious. But his breath is still very much hot and wet. And he's still standing.
"'coURse," he sniffs, clicking his blade shut and putting it into his pocket, as he licks his lips, tasting the taekwondoka's blood. At this point you could literally be shooting him with that bazooka. He's not here anymore.
"I dunno how many pieces you'll be left in!!!!"
His fist goes off like a battleship cannon, exploding into Juri's mideection, his arm tensing as if unsatisfied, as if trying to make one punch seem like ten. Not content to stop at four, this happens at least six times, and Yamazaki isn't really particular about location, though he seems to be aiming for Juri's soul at this point. Wherever that is. Slowly he gets faster.
"Did you think." Do you wonder how many times Yamazaki can drive someone's head into the stone? Let's find out.
"That that was enough!?" Yamazaki is not as technically pro as Juri in the field of stomping people, but you know what? When you weigh that much and move that fast, you really don't have to be.
"IT'S NeVER ENouGH!!!!" There is a very real risk of Yamazaki actually making good on his threat to grip Juri by the ankles to try and tear her straight in half, but luckily it never occurs to his rational mind to do so. Still, at some point, Yamazaki literally unhinges his jaw and /bites/ Juri, trying to snap her neck by shaking her around like a ragdoll. He only seems to stop when and if a piece tears off and Juri flies /out/ of his immediate range, which is quite far.
Swallowing and then spraying scarlet spittle in just about every direciton imaginable, Yamazaki rages at the stands, at the censors, at anyone unlucky enough to be standing even remotely close to the direction Juri came from, at his own teammates--it doesn't really matter.
"LET THAT BE A LESSON!!! ANYONE ELSE WANT SOME?! WHO WANTS A PIECE--" He fucking knocks out a cameraman /behind him/ somehow. "WHO WANTS SOME!? I'M STILL STANDING--I--urk--grn---gnnrhj---"
Yamazaki vomits pure, blood.
"urp... fuckin'... lowbie bastards..."
He faceplants, his hair standing on end.
--
It was over as soon as Yamazaki grabbed ahold of her.
Humility and discipline are two important features for any successful fighter. Juri lacks both, but makes it by on pure sadomasochistic enthusiasm. It gets her far, but in situations like this it's sorely lacking. She attempts to wrestle her way out of Yamazaki's grip... but all for naught.
Once insane pitbull of man slams his fist into her midsection, Juri's entire world goes black...
Black with flashes of violent white, searing pain as her head is driven into the ground with enough force to crack stone. Blinding hot agony sears her nerves as her unresponsive form is gripped by the /neck/ in Yamazakis jaws and flung around like a chew toy. Her skin eventually loses the tug-o-war between itself and the crazed beast holding it, and a sickeningly wet ripping sound is caught clearly on the cameras as Juri's small frame is sent flying.
Flying, crashing, rolling, and then finally coming to a stop against one of those shattered pillars. Gradually consciousness returns to her. Through the darkness at the edges of her vision she can see the wild man screaming and yelling at anyone close before finally crashing to the ground. Her face twists into a grimac--- no, it's a smile. The best smile her badly abused face can manage at the moment. She'd make a snarky comment right now if her jaw would simply agree to move...
She slowly rises from the floor, her small frame drenched with blood. Not all her own. Her body jitters and shakes like a puppet on strings, and the camera is there to catch all of it. She takes ste...
Or rather, she tries to take a step before crashing back down to the ground, her strings have just been cut. Her left field of vision informs her that her wounds are simply too critical for any more energy to be expended on anything OTHER than repairing damage. Considering the fact that she is only able to breathe by virtue of swallowing her own blood, pooling within her throat, she is inclined to agree for once.
And for once Juri goes down rather peacefully, that same grimace-smile upon her face. After all...
... Yamazaki showed her a damn good time.
COMBATSYS: Juri takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Juri can no longer fight.
An interesting matchup indeed. Even more made interesting in the fact Juri had decided to go first and in turn ended up against the maniac that is Yamazaki. It is a rather perfect matchup made even more perfect in the fact the two psychos pretty much murdered one another. Both of the fighters are being removed right now from the damaged landscape so the next two warriors can step forward. For Shadaloo it would be perhaps someone even more feared than the broken doll that is Juri.
Sagat has emerged to step forward for his own team since Juri has already been downed. she may be the leader, but the God of Muay Thai may be the most experienced in this fight. Clad in a pair of shorts and wraps around his hands the large warrior steps forward to see who he is to face. He seems to not worry who it may be. There are few who can stand before him afterall. Once he steps forward he folds his arms over his chest and doesn't say a word as he sees who will challenge him on the other team.
COMBATSYS: Sagat has started a fight here.
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Deep in his heart, Raiden always knew that Yamazaki had a soft spot for the ladies. He also knows that the dude's got some...'issues', not being fortunate enough to be a well-balanced, healthy individual like the Southtown enforcer, so the results are kind of...violent.
"Good fight!" Which made it a blast to watch. "Raiden's all fired up! Raiden's ready to show the world just who the real King of Fighters is!" He stands up, disrupting a small mountain of candy bar wrappers that has accumulated on his ample stomach, and walks right up to Sagat. He's silent, measuring the man up. Yeah that doesn't last for long.
"It's not often that Raiden meets a man who's taller than him! But too bad for you, RAIDEN!" He bends over and starts flexing. "IS STILL!" Different pose, work it baby
"THE BIGGEST AND BEST! YEEEEAH!"
COMBATSYS: Raiden has joined the fight here.
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Sagat 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Raiden
If she was in any condition to do so, Juri would surely makes some sort of snarky comment. However, she can hardly even lift her head right now to look at Raiden and Sagat standing within the ring, preparing to begin their fight. At least she can watch, as wounds slowly begin to stop bleeding a heal. 'Slowly' being utterly subjective - it's weeks and months faster than what any normal person could manage.
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Poison, sitting on the sidelines, watches the display with a combination of disgust and fascination. "His jiggling," she murmurs to Yamazaki's bloody form, which she is cradling and sort of groping. "It's almost... hypnotic."
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Did he just claim he is the biggest? Sagat ends up looking down at the rotund wrestler with his single eye and he even manages not to raise a brow in the process. "Should you claim to be the biggest when you actually are?" he asks. Granted the wrestler is probably the heavier of the two, but Sagat could care less about any sort of thoughts people might have about weight advantages. Instead he is more interested in seeing what the large man can do against him.
The Muay Thai warrior doesn't seem to strike just yet. Instead he just takes a few steps back and the dirt around his feet seems to start kicking about in small wisps of air that kicks things up. "Let us hope you are more skilled than your friend. Or else this will end quick." he murmurs and shifts to get his his fighting stance. He is more interested to see what Raiden might do and instead holds off on starting off an assault of his own.
COMBATSYS: Sagat gathers his will.
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Sagat 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Raiden
It is basically science fact that the bigger a fighter is, the harder and more deadly he is. That is why it is just simple, provable fact that Raiden is the best there is, except in those rare(not rare) cases where he is slightly(extremely) outmatched.
"Raiden claims whatever he wants to, twiggy!" Unfortunately for him, Raiden's not very good at telling the difference.
"HRAAAGH! RAIDEN ALREADY JUST SAID!" The wrestler moves forward eagerly in response to Sagat backing away, taking it to be a simple show of /fear/. Which is understandable, look at how scarred this guy is, he must suck something terrible. Huge, meaty hands reach for Sagat, to pick the big man up and turn him upside down; an unpleasant fate, to be sure, made only the moreso when Raiden attempts to utilize his impressive weight advantage and roughly let his gigantic rear come crashing to the dusty ground.
COMBATSYS: Sagat blocks Raiden's Powerbomb.
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Sagat 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Raiden
Sagat isn't going to waste his breath on a man like this. He does not doubt Raiden's skill, but he isn't too impressed by the boastful nature of the man. Then again he is a wrestler so that is a typical way they act, right? Even so The God of Muay Thai keeps his feet planted and when Raiden comes in to grapple he finds himself having a hell of a time in doing much. He can strain and drag Sagat a few feet here and there, but lifting the man up seems to be impossible. Eventually the struggle ends with Sagat managing to push the fatty away.
He tchs lightly as he steps forward again. Instead of avoiding the grasp of the larger fighter he seeks to grapple Raiden himself. He is going to just grab Raiden so he can deliver a few vicious knees before pushing the wrestler away. "You should just submit now and save yourself some face. I am not in the mood to deal with a simpleton like you." the large fighter mutters.
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Raiden with Tiger Rage.
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Sagat 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Raiden
Raiden does his best to have his way with the gigantic master of Muay Thai, but the man seems determined to stymie his every attempt by just...not moving. Luckily, Raiden is never one to quit after so minor a setback.
"Hrrrrrngh!" He grunts powerfully, although the tone noticeably changes when Sagat bends him over and starts to knee him right in the face. The wrestler stumbles a step back, a vacant expression on his face, but abruptly snaps back to reality.
"You have to be joking! Do you think Raiden is just going to roll over and let you win? Ha!" Reaching up to rub his face (already bruising slightly), Raiden grins and leans forward. "See? Didn't even hurt!"
"BECAUSE RAIDEN!" He's suddenly shouting really loudly again, projecting his voice in that special way that only a quarter-ton man can. He takes a step forward, then swings a meaty arm around in a simple but vicious clothesline.
"RAIDEN IS INVINCIBLE!"
COMBATSYS: Sagat dodges Raiden's Fierce Punch.
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Sagat 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Raiden
Invincible? It shall be interesting to see how true that just might be. Sagat is easily impressed by the fact the wrestler seems to handle such a brutal assault without seeming to be too hurt by it all. He isn't sure how much it is adrenaline or if Raiden is just too damn stupid to realize how painful the strikes of Sagat might just be. Of course the older fighter doesn't have much time to ponder such a thing. Raiden recovers quickly and mounts another assault that leaves Sagat having to think quick on his feet. His single eye narrows and he shifts his stance to quickly jump to the side when Raiden comes in to attack with that clothesline.
He seems more than ready to counter attack in this situation too. He hopes Raiden is still off balance enough that he can move forward and mount another strike to further punish the other fighter. He first feints a knee then he actually leaps back a step to put distance between he and Raiden. That is when Sagat lashes out of leg in a powerful kick aimed to plant his foot right into the face of the masked fighter.
COMBATSYS: Raiden blocks Sagat's Medium Kick.
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Sagat 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Raiden
"Hrn!" Raiden lets out a grunt of annoyance as Sagat dances away, just like a /little fairy man would/. It cements Raiden's certainty that as soon as he gets a really good hold on the once-Emperor, this fight will be as good as over. Because that's pretty much how it always goes, right? Right.
"Strong and silent, eh?" Lifting an open hand, Raiden barely intercepts Sagat's kick, pushing back against the impressive impact. He is smiling. "That is fine! Raiden will pick up your slack!"
And then he steps forward, looking to bring his other hand up under Sagat's leg and heave upward, trying to upset the larger man's balance.
"RAIDEN CAN PICK UP ANYTHING!"
COMBATSYS: Sagat interrupts Medium Throw from Raiden with Tiger Uppercut EX.
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Sagat 1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1 Raiden
There is a look of annoyance when Sagat feels his foot hit, but not in the way he had hoped. It looks like Raiden is a bit more quicker to react than the former emporer had expected. He quickly pulls the leg away and slams the foot onto the ground in preparation for what Raiden might have in mind involving some sort of counter attack. "I don't need to talk when I know I am better than you." Overconfidence? maybe just a little. Even so the large warrior doesn't fully respect the style of professional wrestling. Don't fans claim it is fake afterall?
Even so he knows that isn't the case at least with Raiden. The fatty certainly wants to inflict pain. Even so Sagat seems more than ready for the oncoming attack from the fatter fighter. He manages to keep his balance through the exchange and once both feet are on the ground, Sagat surges forward as he brings a large fist upwards to impact against the jaw of the other fighter. He launches himself in the air and he puts all his weight into the strike as he twists about in the air and then lands on both feet. "Still wanting to fight?"
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To put it simply, Raiden is rocked. In the midst of another failure to throw Sagat helluva far, suddenly the wrestler feels the horrible impact of fist against his chin.
Suddenly, Raiden learns what it means to /fly/.
His bulk goes soaring up and back, almost seeming to float like the world's biggest-boned butterfly. In a way, it's almost.../magical/.
Then he lands with an earth-quaking crash and it mostly just hurts like a bitch. Slowly coming to his feet (no easy task even in the best of times), Raiden shakes his head to clear it, working his jaw slowly around. At the very least, Sagat seems to have shut him up for a moment.
"Does Raiden...look like a quitter to you?" Much of the cheer, the confidence that was previously in Raiden's voice is gone now. "Do you think you can just insult Raiden to his face!?" Now, the wrestler just looks /angry/.
"HRAAAAAAGH!" He lunges forward, powerful legs tensing to lift him off the ground yet again; unlike his graceful but painful flight of before, THIS TIME Raiden damn near skims the ground like a horrible fat missile, feet outstretched to deliver two feet and over four-hundred pounds of kicking pain.
COMBATSYS: Sagat endures Raiden's Super Dropkick.
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Sagat 1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1 Raiden
When he requested for Raiden to give up Sagat forgot one key thing. Raiden is a wrestler and they aren't the brightest crayon in the box. He has to wonder which one might be dumber between this one and Zangief. Even if they are hard headed and overconfident they have a good reason to be. They are hard hitters when it comes down to it. The fact that the fatty can get good momentum and fling himself upwards to dropkick Sagat is rather impressive.
Sagat stays his ground in this case even if he has some time to move and instead lets that meat missile slam into him full force. The impact does send Sagat staggering back a few steps, but he remains on his feet. Once his balance is regained he figures that Raiden is close enough for what the God of Muay Thai has planned. That single eye narrows and he brings both hands back as they ignite with energy. With a mighty roar Sagat sends both hands forward and releases a large blast of energy that seeks to bowl the large wrestler over.
COMBATSYS: Raiden endures Sagat's Tiger Cannon EX.
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Sagat 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Raiden
It may be true that Raiden's not very smart; after all, no matter how good you are at fighting, take enough blows to the head and /something/ has to give. But sheer, bloody-minded idiocy is a powerful force in its own right; the wrestler is /confident/ in his ability, probably too much so thanks to a steady fiet (that's a fight-diet) of tiny, weak girls.
What I'm trying to say here is that Raiden doesn't afraid of anything, even when he should be.
The wave of energy surges forward point-blank, and even though he's still getting up after his drop-kick Raiden makes a desperate lunge /directly into it/. It smashes into him, sending his ample flesh into a quivering quake of eye-rending proportions, made all the more so by the complete destruction of considerable hole in his tights.
But Raiden does not quit. Raiden powers on through it, wordlessly roaring as he closes in with Sagat, hands outstretched to embark on the grapple to end all grapples.
COMBATSYS: Raiden successfully hits Sagat with Destruction Drop.
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Sagat 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Raiden
And now, at least, some of that boundless arrogance is justified; Sagat may have stymied all of Raiden's attempts up to this point, but now /he will be thrown/.
The Aussie grips Sagat and flips him over for a powerbomb, using that bald head like a pogo-stick to bounce back up high into the air and then toss him to the ground. He follows up immediately and repeats the process. They go up, they go down, they go up, they go down, they go up, and then it's DIFFERENT. Instead of simply tossing Sagat to the ground once more, Raiden locks his legs around the Muay Thai giant and somehow /propels/ himself forward, bringing him crashing down for a final time.
"YEEEEEEAH!" And Raiden just wouldn't be Raiden if he didn't cheer himself on in the process.
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A loud wheezing, hacking sound is heard from the bloody heap that is Juri Han, and anyone watching can get the lovely view of her spitting up a dark brown wad: A mixture of mucous and coagulated blood. It's just as pleasant as it sounds. She has been watching this fight the whole time as her body mends itself. Even now the bleeding of her wounds has stopped, but she still looks like she has been put through a meat grinder. In particular the section of skin on her neck that is /missing/ still looks rather gruesome: Exposing the underlying musculature. Which is all the more sickening when she swallows to clear her throat before she speaks.
"What the fuck are you doing, you old windbag?!" Her voice is raspy and harsh. "Just kill the fat bastard already. Don't fucking make me get up and do it for you." A bluff ... or is it?"
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Juri's comments aren't really heard at the moment by Sagat. Mostly due to the ringing in his ears after he was brutalized and tossed about by the wrestler. The fact Raiden was able to manhandle a man of Sagat's size like that makes things even more impressive. Needless to say Sagat will be taking Raiden serious for the remainder of this battle. He is a tough guy, but even he can't take too many hits like that one again. He is dazed for a few moments before finally getting his wits about him enough to stand.
"Apologies. I thought you were just full of hot air. I was wrong." He says while popping his neck. Maybe it would be wise to keep his distance in this case and it did seem the last blast was plenty of effective against the large wrestler. And while it is nothing like the blast from before Sagat gathers energy in his hands again before going down on one knee and sending another fireball right for the fatty. "Tiiiiiigeeeeeeeer."
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Raiden with Low Tiger Shot.
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Sagat 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Raiden
Now that's more like it. Finally, the respect Raiden deserves. The game face vanishes, the wide, stupid-happy grin magically returns. His big bushy beard rustles contentedly.
"Raiden understands and accepts your apology." Although he doesn't really see what tigers have to do with anything at this point--
"HRNGH!" And that is the exact moment when Raiden learns that Sagat just shouts the names of animals when he decides to shoot smaller, but still painful blasts of energy. It takes the wrestler right in the legs, knocking them out from under him and sending him crashing to the ground on his bare gut. He bounces.
"But you were right about one thing." Despite this setback, the grin is still there. Pushing himself up (no easy task), Raiden tilts his head up to give one last look at Sagat. He inhales, deeply.
"RAIDEN HAS THE MOST HOT AIR OF ANYBODY!" And then he spews out a gout of magical firebreath, because that is just how he rolls.
COMBATSYS: Raiden can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Sagat blocks Raiden's Flame Breath.
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The cyclops breathes heavily as he straightens back up. He hopes he has managed to fell the wrestler at this point because he isn't sure how long he can keep going at this pace. Balrog is waiting in the wings, but at the same time there is still one more to on the other team too. Not to mention he couldn't handle his reputation getting tarnished further by losing to some wrestler. He stands prepared for whatever Raiden might be looking to do only to see something he did not expect. That is a huge gout of flame coming his way.
He steps back and puts up his arms. He doesn't have enough time to fully get out of the way, but he hunkers down as best he can to protect himself against the flame. He looks slightly burnt on the forearms, but otherwise worse off than he looked before even getting engulfed. At least it seems that Raiden is finally downed and Sagat can take a rest.
COMBATSYS: Sagat drops his guard to recover.
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COMBATSYS: Sagat takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Sagat 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
"Well that doesn't make me even remotely happy," Mister Big says, having been standing in the background the entire time as if he were just part of the scene backdrop. Moving to the fore with a lady on each arm, the Chrome Dome Don seems at ease, using a generous handful on each woman's rump to guide them forward.
Through his shaded rims he eyes up the competition. Giving each girl a slap, they depart to the right side of the screen, leaving the Biggest Man of Them All to rush forward. He doesn't exchange pleasantries with the one-eyed monster. Instead he just aims to devastate, to finish this as swiftly as possible.
Quick-stepping forward on stylish loafers, he pulls from the deep pockets of his coat those fighting strikes, leather loops about his wrists as the gap ceases to exist between himself and Sagat. Those sticks swing, threatening -- only to drop away, as those big hands of Mister Big seek out the scruff of Sagat's neck and armpit.
The intent is simple; lift, and slam Sagat down on his eyepatch, aka headfirst into the ground!
COMBATSYS: Sagat blocks Mr.Big's Million Dollar Buster.
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Sagat 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
It seems the rest for Sagat is a short lived one. He is still hurting, but at least he has managed to mostly get his breath back by the time the next challenger steps forward. The cyclops narrows his eye on the pimp as he eases back into his fighting stance. This one might get a bit tough, but at least maybe he can put on a decent hurting to allow Balrog a chance to finish off Big. "I guess we should get sta-" He doesn't even finish what he had to say since it looks like Big had the same thoughts and was quicker to act on it.
There is a grimace as Sagat for the most part avoids what Big had planned. It also leaves little distance between the two. While it was better off to keep some distance between he and Raiden in this case it might bet better to keep in close against this man. Sagat reaches out to get a grapple on Big and bend him forward. Mostly to allow the other bald headed fighter's face a chance to meet Sagat's knee about three times before getting pushed away. "Graaah!"
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Mr.Big with Tiger Rage.
Glancing Blow
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Sagat 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
There's a grunt -- probably of disappointment -- from Mister Big as he fails to gain the leverage he needs. Instead, he finds Sagat's big hands reaching for his bald melon, and that's the last thing he needs; a face full of ugly bony knee. Luckily, he's had to stand there for some time now -- his brow is more than just sweaty, it's damp, and the ladies of the night he was with applied some sunscreen on top of that, creating the perfect slick surface by which to avoid a clean grip.
As such, Big's head rears back as that knee comes surging up, clipping his fine cheek bone instead. It's still enough to rock the Syndicate's Steersman back, hands coming up defensively as he swiftly straightens his shades.
"Ooooh, that was clever of you," the former Sultan of Southtown compliments. His hands lift into a quick shrug, loping the sticks back up into his hands. "Let me play you a rimshot~!"
Advancing in quick steps, Mister Big brings his sticks down in rapid succession, aiming a deliver a series of debilitating overhead strikes down onto Sagat's noggin!
COMBATSYS: Sagat endures Mr.Big's Crazy Drum Dram.
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Sagat 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
This opponent is also alot more slippery than Raiden is. Then again he isn't sure anyone else could be much slower than that man. He never quite gets the grip he wants and there is a bit of a tch in annoyance. It also may seem that maybe not smuch as him being clever, but just not seeming to care too much. That much is found out when he actually surges forward and lowers his head to where it is easier for Big to reach up and bring them down on Sagat's noggin.
It is more just another way for him to get in close. This time he seems more than content in bringing a fist back as he bends at the knees and then launches himself forward and upward. He aims to drive his fist right into the chin of Mr. Big as he goes sailing upwards and spins about. "Haaaaaaah!"
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Sagat's Tiger Uppercut.
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Sagat 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
This isn't the first rodeo for Mister BIg. So when he sees Sagat surging into the descending strikes, he's swift to alter his stance. His forward momentum grinds to a halt, loafers scuffing against the ground as he musters his defense. The rising uppercut is met by the hasty cross of the Biggest Forearms of Them All, and along with a leap backwards, he uses the momentum to gain just a little bit of space between the two tall combatants.
Landing, the Sultan considers taking a break -- but against Sagat, there just isn't time. Instead, he strikes his sticks together, manifesting his chi as sparks fly off the two handheld weapons. Sinking down slightly, Big strikes at the ground, sending a burst of fiery chi up at the Cyclops, aiming to catch the man as he comes back down!
COMBATSYS: Sagat just-defends Mr.Big's Ground Blaster!
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Sagat 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Once again Sagat can't quite seem to hit his mark. It seems that alot more was taken out of him than he thought when dealing with Raiden. He is a capable fighter still, but against someone with Mr. Big's expertise he is in trouble. Said trouble seems to be starting about right at the time he is set to land. It turns into a strange moment where most people wouldn't believe if they were told. Sagat pulls his feet up and leans forward towards that energy blast as his hands thrust outwards. They ignite with his own energy and he slams against the blast and pretty much snuffs it out with his large frame.
He pretty much lands on all fours and quickly springs back up to his feet. He just gives a bit of a grin. "Keep it up. You'll need to keep me on my toes." he comments to the other man and his hands ignite again. He steps forward this time and once again lets out a mighty roar of 'TIIIIGEEEEER' as he thrusts both fists forward and sends a blast of energy himself right towards Mr. Big.
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Mr.Big with Tiger Shot.
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Sagat 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Mr.Big
Totally caught by surprise, that's Mister Big in that moment. He was sure of the angle, sure of the impact -- so when Sagat leans forward and negates the oncoming blast, he's left somewhat slackjawed and disbelieving. He even fails that roll to disbelieve, barely hearing what the one-eyed monster has to say as the two fists come surging forward at him, unleashing that potent blast.
Snapping out of it too late, an attempt to leap away results in the Biggest Blunder of Them All, the man caught square in the belly and sent tumbling by the shot. "Oof," he manages as he lands, rolling twice over before clawing his way back up to a three-point stance.
"Oooh, that was fancy," Mister Big growls, before tipping his head back and laughing once, twice. By the third laugh, he's got a big, thick cigar out, having cut the end of it off and lit it with his tell-tale blend of chi. Happy to sit back and inhale, he gathers himself--!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big gathers his will.
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Sagat 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Mr.Big
It probably will also turn into a moment where Sagat will deny it every happened. Mr. Big has at least that going for him. Then again who knows what chatterboxes are sitting around that might rub it in at a later date. He seems more than ready for Big to come right back at him, but instead soon finds the other fighter taking a moment to....light up a smoke? That causes Sagat to frown a bit and he gives a shake of his head. "I am starting to wonder if I am the only one taking this fight seriously on either team." he says before letting out a grunt of annoyance.
He could take this as an excuse to take a short break himself, but right now he just rather keep pressing the attack. He can only hope to keep Big thinking and the other fighter will make more mistakes. The cyclops surges forwawrd to close the gap between both he and Mr. Big. He looks like he is looking to knock that cigar right out of the fighter's mouth with a powerful kick aimed right for the jaw.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Sagat's Fierce Kick.
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Sagat 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Mr.Big
That massive bare foot is met by one of Mister Big's forearms, which by now is rather dinged up and battered thanks to repeated abuse. It draws a heavy grimace from the Sultan as he shoves the appendage aside, leaving Sagat and he up and close and personal with one another. "Ooooh, who said I'm not taking this seriously?" he says around the cigar, as his hands then reach out for Sagat's neck and armpit once more.
It's not to tickle the big man -- it's to loft him up into the air. Should this prove successful, there's going to be an unpleasant surprise waiting for Sagat on the way back down. An upheld fighting stick, the beginning of a multiple, repeating stabbing flurry, with a final thrust aimed to send the cyclops falling back to the ground with a simple call of;
"Ole!"
COMBATSYS: Sagat endures Mr.Big's Raging Spear.
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Sagat 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
He wonders just how serious Big might be. What he does is risky and there isn't too much resistance when the other fight goes to grapple and lift him up. Did Sagat just give a bit of a push off with his feet to even assist in getting send upwards? It looks like the insanity of Juri and Yamazaki from earlier might just be rubbing off on Sagat. His brow is furrowed and he is gritting his teeth when he absorbs that first hit. The air is knocked out of him from the repeated strikes and soon he finds himself hitting the ground hard.
His body is screaming at him for that on, but he manages to push himself back up to a kneeling position. He just nods. "Not too bad. You all are pretty heavy hitters. A bit more refined than Raiden too." That is when he quickly surges forward and pushes off the ground. The large man actually sails into the air and right for Big. A knee is extended and he looks to impact hard against the chest of the other fighter and throw him off balance.
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Mr.Big with Tiger Genocide.
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Sagat 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
That knee slams home and Sagat lands right in front and surges forward towards Mr. Big. Fists and kicks are aimed to pummel the man and push him back further and further. He then takes a deep breath and he rears back with his fist and launches himself upwards again in another punishing uppercut that this time hits full on. He then lands while breathing heavily, but there is a bit of a sadistic grin playing across his features. "Keep going. See if you can take down a god!" he roars and lets out a laugh.
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Any joy that Mister Big feels is short lived, and for good reason. It isn't long after that he's got a knee to the midriff, and his cigar is sailing through the air as he sails backwards! But there's no reprieve; Sagat is on him in an instant, and the combo of fists and feet is more than just devastating -- it's REALLY DAMN devastating! The final uppercut lifts the Man off his feet, and he's lofted up high--!
Landing with a shattering crunch, he bounces once, twice, before finally becoming 'a leap' that has indeed landed. Groaning, he stares up through his shattered glasses, dimly hearing what Sagat has to say. He gets angry as a result, potentially due to mishearing.
"You son of a bitch, you think you can just treat us like trash? You're a god alright! A god damn pain in my ass!"
It's during the litany that Mister Big gets back to his feet, shakes off the dust, and does what he does best; takes a dive! Literally in this case, a spiraling forward plunge towards Sagat's mighty ankles, aiming to slam his sticks right into the sensitive bones and potentially put the cyclops down for the count!
COMBATSYS: Sagat dodges Mr.Big's Cross Diving.
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Sagat 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
It looks like a nerve was hit. Something that may work in Sagat's favor in this case. Funny how he is usually the one all too easily set off by comments in the past. It would make him not think things through so much and succumb to mind games a bit too easily. Even if he has a confident smirk on his face he also seems to be having a hard time standing up. His body looks like it is just wanting to give out on him and he is managing to keep himself moving on sheer willpower at this point.
That might be why it is even more surprising that he manages to get the energy to get his body to move when Big comes sailing right for him. He leaps upwards and the man ends up just diving right by and Sagat lands on one knee and rather awkwardly. He is quick to straighten back up. He is turning about to reach and grasp Big before the other fighter can fully get back to his feet. He looks to ust pick up the other fighter, lift him over head and toss him away.
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Mr.Big with Tiger Carry.
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Sagat 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Mr.Big
It seems to really be the day of the cyclops, as foretold on the Mayan Calendar. The one-eyed monster goes up high, and catches Mister Big while he's down low. Before the Biggest Man of Them All can figure out what's going on, he's hoisted up -- and sent plummeting away, landing on his neck in an awkward fashion, only to topple over and slide away on his back.
Spitting out a face full of dirt, Mister Big teeters on the brink of passing out. But it's his anger that fuels him -- along with watching his ladies staring at him with what might be horror and disappointment in his eyes -- and gets him back to his feet.
Breathing heavily, the lumbering Big rounds on Sagat, pinning a glare on the man. They're about a match for one another now, the next clean strike likely to end this brawl. "Time to put you down," Big states, moving to express his wish of ending the nigh-supernatural run that Sagat has had over the Syndicate this day.
Leaping into the air, Mister Big snaps a loafer out, aiming to catch Sagat right in the jaw -- and then follow the quick snap with a slap to the face as he lands, a slap laden with wooden fighting stick!
COMBATSYS: Sagat interrupts Power Strike from Mr.Big with Tiger Uppercut EX.
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Sagat 0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Sagat can no longer fight.
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If anything Vega for once can't accuse Sagat for slacking on his duties. When the big man needs to he will pull through. Truely it is more the conversation with Gen not too long ago that has had him feeling younger and more full of energy. Not only that doing his job in the tournament should keep Vega pleased enough that he might not realize that the cyclops is actually up to something. "I'll take you with me." he states in response when Big comes forwards to put Sagat down. That powerful kick slams into Sagat and it throws him off balance. It turns into instinct more than anything from that point.
That slap with the stick never really happens. That is because once again Big is met with a meaty fist that socks him right in the jaw. Only this time there is no fancy twisting about or somewhat graceful landing. Instead Sagat sort of lands on his knees and falls backwards to rest on his back and stare at the sky. He isn't out fully, but at this point his body isn't listening to him. It needs rest so he is stuck laying there to try and recover. He is pleased with what he could do. It was a good challenge and he has no regrets.
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And all at once, the world goes black for Mister Big. He's caught square in the jaw, threatening to unhinge from the sheer violence of Sagat's motion. Volleyed up into the air one final time, the former Sultan of Southtown comes crashing down hard.
And he doesn't get back up.
Lying there, twitching, the man struggles for several long moments to regain his footing -- before finally giving up. The fight is over! The Syndicate are out of combatants! Sagat has proven himself a god-like wrecking ball!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big can no longer fight.
Log created on 20:43:11 02/17/2011 by Juri, and last modified on 22:55:16 02/27/2011.