Description: =8D OMG MULTIPLE YAMAZAKIS ON THE LOOSE =8D
Metro Square. Like any major city, there always is a place that no matter the time of the day, it's packed tight with people either traveling for as many reasons as there can possibly be. However, this day seems to have provoked an even larger crowd for some reason. It's almost as if fate itself were calling as many living and breathing souls it can to witness with their own eyes and cameras the very events that are about to unfold before them.
A soft breeze gently carries over the overly crowded streets as the sky itself starts to grow dim. A storm is approaching, and it's going to prove to be one of the worst that Metro City has seen.
It's calling to him, and even though Ken has been doing everything he can to fight the beast that now dwells inside of him, it's no longer enough. The nice thing about crowded streets is its a lot harder for people to recognize someone as famous as Ken Masters, yet as the blonde haired man looks around him, all he can see now is potential sacrafices. Little wisps of chi periodically rise from his body, giving those crowded around him a sense of danger and forboding. This is the big city however, and that sense of danger and forboding quite litterly surrounds each person who lives here every day, so they've sadly learned to ignore it.
The dangers of living in a large city are truly dangerous.
At that point, an eighteen wheeler reaches the end of the road.
Oh, not the literal end of the road. Hardly. When you're behind the wheel of a tractor-trailer you find that generally there's not a lot of things stopping you from making a road out of whatever hard surface there is. But just the figurative one. You know, when you've been pushing one of those damn fuel efficient Priuses down the road at full tilt for at least a mile or so, the slightest twitch might cause your truck to flip over.
Imagine what happens when Yamazaki's behind the wheel.
Twisting metal and smoke curling up into the air, the tractor-trailer slowly fishtails over the smaller car, crumpling it like an inflammatory newspaper article. The thing tumbles no less than twice before coming to a firey, screaming, calamitous stop at the far end of the square, through some miracle of modern crash science boxing in quite a few folks from escaping--you'd be amazed at what people will do when they're all trying to run off in the same alleyway. Of course, more importantly, one of the folks broadly boxed in is our dear Ken Masters! *Imagine that.*
*COUGH* "Urgh...shit.."
Climbing up out of the driver's side of the cab is Yamazaki, who is, while looking none the worse for wear, is wearing a Ralph's Trucking Company hat perked at a very odd angle. Sitting next to the rearviews, he lights a cigar, spitting out the bitten off end. "Howdy, howdy..."
That is the -worst- American accent anyone has ever heard in their life.
"Howdy, partnar." Scratch that. Second worst.
Looks like Yamazaki doesn't necessarily need to /see/ Ken to track him down. "I'm here to WRANGLE me some Masters! Yeehaw!" Yamazaki, sitting atop the tractor trailer, shoots some imaginary sixguns at Ken. "Betcha I can make ya squeal like a piggeh!" he leers. Ugh. Even if you're not a girl, that's still a pretty rancid look he just gave you. "So," Yamazaki starts quietly, his patience apparently exhausted for Americanisms, "I'm gonna go ahead and say we're about to get into a little fight. Ralph here's gonna be the referee." He gestures to inside the cab. The passenger's side, specifically. Which you can't see into. Because what's left of the shattered impact-resistant glass is coated in red.
"Hunh," Yamazaki wonders, looking back down. "Ralph? ... Ralph?"
"Well, /shit/."
Yamazaki chucks his cigar into a convenient gas puddle, resulting in an impressive curtain of fire. "Guess we'll have to do this shit by Queen's rules." Yamazaki jumps off and hits the ground. "An' by Queen's rules, I mean, whoever gets punched in the scrotum first gets to be the queen." He cracks his knuckles like he was cocking eight angry shotguns, and grins at Ken. :D
COMBATSYS: Ken has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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Ken 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Ken has awoken to his Rage. Watch the hair.
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Ken [E] 0/-------/------=|
o/~The wheels on the truck go round and round, all over the town o/~
Life sucks for Ken. It truly sucks. Not only is he steadily losing his mind and control of himself, it seems that every Tom, Dick and Nancy have decided to come crawling out of the woodwork to do nothing other then piss him off. People have even come back from the dead just for this! So as Yamazaki plows down that nice fuel effecient Prius, the taint within the US Champion starts to realize just what today's playtime is going to bring.
"Look.. I.. Don't want.." The people surrounding Ken start to panic even worse, realizing just who they're surrounding, never mind the fact that an idiot in a truckers hat just started a nice fire that's only going to move towards the nice little tanker said idiot was towing behind him.
Ken slowly starts to force his way through the crowd, shoving the innocent bystanders rather violently. "You.. You're.." It's too late, and he's tired of fighting it. The tainted chi starts to flow violently through Ken's body, making him truly think that destruction is the way to go.
As the people continue to panic and crowd once more around Ken, the man in red does what any reasonable psychopath hell bent on blowing as many things up as humanly (And even inhumanly) possible. He wraps his hands around a smaller lamp-post, straining slightly as he rips it out of the ground, rushing now towards Yamazaki with his improvised beatin' stick (and knocking poor undeserving bystanders out of the way with the force of a hundred madmen), only to finally swing it towards Yamazaki.
PLAY BALL!
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has joined the fight here.
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Ken [E] 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki Toughs Out Ken's Large Random Weapon! =8D
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Ken [E] 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Yamazaki
You know why you think destruction is the way to go?
Cus it is.
"Aht--aht. Shh, shh. Blondie. Don't try to talk. You're not good at it. You're good for having a pretty mouth. And that's about it."
One thing to remember about flipping a tanker in the middle of Metro Square is that you kind of hit a lot of people. Smoke and steel aside, there's quite a few people laying around generally being wastes of space with their snapped spines and the like. It's disgusting. Not fit to lick the ground Yamazaki walks on. There, see? He just stepped on one. What happened? Nothing, that's what. You know why? That guy wasn't important. "But heartell you been learning what it's like to live the easy life lately. I can /smell/ it off ya. Rules and boundaries--not so much for guys like us anymore, right? See. That's what I like to see. Heh heh..."
Yamazaki slams a fist into his palm as Ken rips a lamppost clear out of the concrete. His hair seems to be sticking up straighter than usual. "Now com'ere and tell daddy what you want for Christmas."
Yamazaki, a second later, takes a lamppost to the face. Hard. The ringing sound the metal makes against Yamazaki's teeth is probably only going to be drowned out when that creeping fire hits the reservoir tank of gasoline his truck just flipped onto its side. Ah! But: Yamazaki isn't sent flailing into the distance as might be expected.
He -bit- the lamppost.
"mprghle," Yamazaki comments, roughly before kicking the lamppost in half at the midsection and, in an impressive feat of flexion, tries to then step on Ken's head. From a standing position. You can imagine that Yamazaki, were he not smiling with four feet of aluminum braces right now, would be more clearly saying something to the effect of 'COME ON BLONDIE!!'
Or at least making disparaging comments about Ken's birth parents.
COMBATSYS: Ken interrupts Yakiire from Yamazaki with Shoryuken.
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Ken [E] 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Yamazaki
The screams, the carnage. The beast inside of Ken is truly pleased. Maybe after this is all said and done, Yamazaki and Ken should go get some donuts. Of course thats if they're even alive after this.
As the fire spreads finally to the tanker, mighty flames suddenly leap forth, quickly catching the awnings hanging over the smaller shops ablaze, rapidly spreading as if they were going to devour the city itself. Of course, that doesn't concearn Ken at this moment. Right now he's got a guy biting /his/ lamp post, trying to kick him.
Once more another burst of flames leaps forward from the tanker as the raging servent of Orochi lets go of his weapon. If Yamazaki wants to eat the damned thing so badly, he may as well help the idiot take a nice big bite of it.
Ken's moving faster then most peoples eyes can even keep up with as the air distorts around him, allowing him to rapidly close the gap between himself and Yamazaki, only to drop down low, twisted and tainted chi rapidly spreading across his fist as he slams himself upwards, bringing the fist up to Yamazaki's jaw.
It's a fair bet to say that Yamazaki's jaw is rerenovated a fair bit by Ken's fist, to the point where the gangster is tumbling through the air--and for one fair second, it seems like the tanker explodes in time to the mighty dragon punch, and Yamazaki's jawbone is wrapped around a lamppost with a giant Ken fist imprint on it. Luckily, only one of these things is actually true.
He isn't out yet! The gangster lands on his feet.
Yanking the lamppost out from his jaw (...who'da thought? the dragon punch was about half a second off) Yamazaki throws the bent piece of steel over his shoulder before setting his jaw with a mighty crack. "Aurugh! DAMN!" the mercenary cackles, "You call that a punch?" He spits a tooth. "My granny hits harder than that!" Note: You don't want to meet Yamazaki's grandma. "Let me show you how we punch in the big leagues, son!"
A guy running past, on fire, gets punched and lands, knocked clean the fuck out.
"Like that!" Yamazaki points, as if presenting evidence before the court--
--Think fast! His fist is right there!!
Yamazaki's gloved fist, from an unreal distance away, actually closes the distance and gets to Ken's face before the noise of the maniac's bones dislocating actually hit the fighter's eardrums. With the man's muscles flexing as he less boxes and more shoots half of his whole body into the movement, it's worth noting that tanks have had weaker shells than Yamazaki's punches. "And like THIS!"
COMBATSYS: Ken blocks Yamazaki's Snake Tamer.
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Ken [E] 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Yamazaki
Well, if Yamazaki calls that a punch, Ken is rather sure somewhere in the back of his head that he doesn't really want to see how the maniac's grandmother does infact hit.
A rather loud thud rings out over the screams of mayhem, confusion, and all out pandemonium as Yamazaki(who in fact may be renamed Stretch Armstrong)'s fist slams into the Crimson clad man's forehead. A light bruise starts to appear, yet it seems that other then that, Stretch's fist didn't really cause all that much damage to Ken. Of course, Ken's still got a hell of a lot more damage to dish out onto Strech.
Almost as if he were wanting to match Yamazaki's speed, Ken once more is finding himself rapidly closing the distance between himself and Plastic-Man. His right fist suddenly launches forward, an jab being sent towards Yamazaki's face at unreal speeds.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Ken's Jab Punch.
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Ken [E] 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Yamazaki
Yamazaki's arm reintegrates in a blur and the sort of wet snapping sound you generally don't want to hear while eating. In truth, it's really hard to tell exactly what just happened or how far Yamazaki's arm stretched--nobody wants to hold up a measuring tape and ask him to punch them after all. Yamazaki could do that all day, but, c'est la vie.
That fist actually hurt a sight more than Yamazaki's grin is letting on, but the key to this is, Yamazaki isn't really any kind of guy who's just going to punk out when someone wants to get into a fist-off with him. As Ken rises to the occaision with a blurred punch square into the middle of his nose and sending blood everywhere, Yamazaki just --holds there.
For an instant, Yamazaki stands there, one hand in his pocket, with Ken's lightning fist comically mangling his face. He stands there, thoughtfully. In the sudden lack of maniac howling, you can hear approaching sirens. A man with weaker fortitude in the downstairs department would be reconsidering his life choices right about now.
But that's not Yamazaki.
He grins around the fist.
"I don't think you're really getting this."
You can hear the muscle fibers of his bicep twist as his free arm bulges freakishly.
And then Yamazaki twists around Ken's outstretched arm with a massive uppercut that probably would uproot a fire hydrany with little issue.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Ken with Yondan Drill.
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Ken [E] 1/---====/=======|-------\-------\0 Yamazaki
As Ken is launched into the air, he too would have time to contemplate. That is of course if he wasn't lost in the rage of Orochi, and singlemindedly focusing on destroying Stretch Armstrong and his Corn Syrup filled body. Once more a violent explosion rings forth as the fire spreads to a quaint little bakery, which had a slight gas leak in their kitchen, sending a good deal of people who were taking shelter within it flying outwards, only to have some running around like flaming chickens with their heads cut off.
Of course, now its time for Ken to return the favor to Yamazaki as he twists his body to avoid landing on burning bodies or jagged bits of trunk tanker. He rushes towards Yamazaki, his body moving towards the stretchy freak in a cartwheel like motion, flames trailing after Ken, not only from his chi, but from the flames that are continuing to spread out across the poor city. If Ken does manage to smack Yamazaki with this cartwheel of flame and doom, the poor bastard is only going to find himself being drawn into the air, fire and kicks and more doom following after him.
"Again--and I want you to take notes..."
Yamazaki sniffs, as he catches Ken and folds him across some poor sap that was an innocent cystander at some point before they got knocked out by a rolling tire. Hauling the drugged martial artist up to his feet, Yamazaki pulls him so close that he can see exactly what he's done to the brawler's face--and exactly how much Yamazaki /likes it/.
He finally takes his good hand out of his pocket.
"_this_ is a punch," he whispers.
And then Yamazaki proceeds to try and throw himself and Ken face-first through the burning wreckage of the gasoline tanker, curtains of fire shooting up everywhere as Yamazaki unleashes /something/ in the smoke and the fire (please god let it not be anything from his pants) that makes an ominous drill-like sound that flays even steel away. The mother of all punches, invented and handed down by--who the hell even cares? Seriously? Yamazaki just punched Ken with his /good/ hand.
The truck.. folds.. in half.
Yamazaki, with his fist probably buried somewhere in Ken's anatomy, breaks through the truck and to the other side, a giant flaming curtain of sadism, howling with frothing laughter the whole way. A police car arrives, skidding onto the scene just as Yamazaki and (likely, Ken) hit the hood, crumple it like tissue, and flip the entire wailing vehicle into a crazy man roll. A chopper flies overhead.
[Code 54! Oh god! There are Yamazakis all over the place! Someone call the mayor!!]
As Ken falls from the sky, he too would have time to contemplate. That is of course if he wasn't lost in the rage of Orochi, and singlemindedly focusing on destroying Stretch Armstrong and his Corn Syrup filled body. Once more a violent explosion rings forth as the fire spreads to a quaint little bakery, which had a slight gas leak in their kitchen, sending a good deal of people who were taking shelter within it flying outwards, only to have some running around like flaming chickens with their heads cut off.
The cop car, or rather what was once the cop car now makes for a perfect wall to pin Yamazaki against. Slowly dragging himself upwards, Ken suddenly moves to where he's got a good angle at getting the poor suspecting bastard with some devistation of his own. The flames seem to be trailing after the US Champion as he moves faster then most eyes can keep up, creating small cyclones of fire that die out after a few moments, lacking the nessicary fuel to continue burning on.
As if Ken were now a tire, one that has been doused with napalm and sent rolling down a hill into an orphanage, he starts making his way towards Yamazaki, moving to pull him into this vicious onslaught of kicks and more kicks, only to be drawn in at what would seem to be the end, being pulled into the sky, a true cyclone of flame and destruction trailing after the two. Yet, Ken has taken aim, and if this all works, that poor chopper that is trying to summon Metro City's saviour, will have a Yamazaki bullet hurtling towards it.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Ken's Guren Senpuukyaku.
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Ken [E] 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Yamazaki
Yamazaki is the victim of a vicious corkscrewing foot marinade as Ken sucks him into a cyclone of kicks of brutal consequences--the berserker's massive frame sucked into the barrage like a feather into a shop vac. The brawler's frame shifting around in Masters' footstorm, finally his body begins to show signs of actual damage that he might actually consider passing out from, massive blows knocking the wind out of the brawler and sending sprays of blood in every direction. And then his body is kicked, moving at rocket speeds towards the chopper.
"NOW THAT'S MORE LIKE IT--!!" the mercenary croaks.
As Ken belts him straight up, the man's crushing grip flits out at the last second, that same popping-shoulder bodily anomaly flicking out his arm as his hand tries to palm Ken's face and grip him, a mighty yank trying to take the martial artist along for the ride.
For the chopper's part, it's largely immaterial--Yamazaki's body slams right into the fiberglass and sheet metal in the tail, causing the tail rotor to break violently as the brawler folds the chopper right in half, sending it into a deadly tailspin as it descends towards--ironically enough, the local fire department downtown. The only major difference that'll happen if Yamazaki catches Ken and drags him along for the ride is that Yamazaki will be beating Ken's ass instead of the pilot the whole way down.
You know, Yamazaki isn't real particular about who he's beating up at any given time..
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Ken with Medium Throw.
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Ken [E] 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Yamazaki
As Yamazaki latches onto Ken, the bit of Orochi inside of him is screaming in joy. Death. Destruction. Mayhem. Carnage. All in all, no matter what, Haggar is going to have one hell of a time cleaning up after Yamazaki and Ken's playdate. The fists flying towards Ken seem to be meeting their mark, but it's not fair that only Yamazaki gets to be on the offensive as they make their way back down to the ground on the now completely thrashed and falling helicopter.
In retaliation, Ken tries his best to block everything that is being thrown at him, knowing that his body is about to give out at any time. It's taken far to much damage, and this fight has gone on for long enough.. but it just can't end this way.
Then there's the rooftop they slam into. That does infact hurt a fair bit, but now they're on somewhat stable (for the moment) ground, and once more Ken goes on the offensive. Now is the time for him to strike again, and this time it's with a nice well known move at point blank range.
"HADOUKEN!"
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki fails to interrupt Hadouken from Ken with Sadomazo.
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Ken [E] 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Yamazaki
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki can no longer fight.
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"What you don't understand.."
Yamazaki puts this as delicately as he can, while doing something that suspiciously looks like a Riverdance jig on top of the pilot while stepping out of the wreckage, both hands in pocket. It's worth noting that after being in the helicopter crash, Yamazaki is actually kind've missing some parts of his face. And there's a piece of what was probably part of the tail rotor stuck through his chest. The fact that he can still dance at all is pretty baffling.
But you have to understand.
Yamazaki's had buildings fall on him before.
He's been shot in the eye before.
He'll walk it off. And that's a promise.
"This is all you need to be tough like _me_." A good dance jig? "That's about the only thing I like about Orochi pricks...this is speakin' as the biggest prick of 'em all, mind ya...but I'll give you this. Y'all can throw a good fuckin' party when you actually -cut- -loose!-"
"Gimme your BEST SHOT, tit-for-brains!" Yamazaki cackles, giving Ken a good look at what's left of his face, tongue, and jesus-are his pants unbuttoned?! His neck twisting his head at a brisk right angle, Yamazaki grins as Ken winds up-- "YEA--" POW!!
Blood sprays across Ken.
Bloodied and probably missing at least one tooth, Yamazaki, with wide, bloodshot eyes that don't seem quite human, stands up straight. And takes one step towards Ken, raising an open hand better described as a claw. Seriously-- is he indestructible!? "Ghk--n--not anywhere near enough, kid... c'mere, I got something I wanna show ya--"
He grabs at Ken's collar, pawing it ineffectually as his grip falls just short.
"F--fuck...guess you know how to punch better'n gram after all.."
Like a great tree, Yamazaki falls on his face in front of Ken.
A moment later, the roof gives out underneath him, and he falls down a story into the floor below.
He probably crushed someone on the way down.
That would be just like him.
Log created on 22:51:59 06/12/2011 by Yamazaki, and last modified on 23:48:29 07/03/2011.