Description: Abobo's Gangs take a port in Outer Sunshine hostage for all of about five minutes to intercept a weapons shipment. Jimmy Lee appears to teach these men something about fear...
It's a clear, cloudless, day in Outer Sunshine docks... the heat of the mid-day sun is bearing down upon all gathered here with an uncomfortable intensity. An intensity only broken by the occasional cloud crossing paths with the brightly burning face of the sun.
Out here, on this massive, aged, docking area many burly, shirtless, sea-faring men wearing only their standard dark green cargos... sweat poouring from their brows like waterfalls, are working diligently to move crates of various kinds and sizes from the wooden docks back toward the massive, stone and wood, three floor reception area. Sturdy metallic garage doors are raised high toward the ceiling, allowing the ever busy docking personnel and sailors to mvoe shipments to and fro with relative ease. It's just another ordinary day here.
...Or so it would appear. But even as the day's work goes mostly unabated so far... as a large, rusty, old container ship with the words 'Ol' Miss' makes its way toward the docking area... a massive body of hoodlums comes running in off the streets... shoving sailors and personnel aside.. and rending them unconscious in some cases... and knocking anyone who dares to resist them into the pavement with vicious force. "Hey everybody!" A massive, well-muscled, man built like a mountain walks in at the end of the gang... shirtless and wearing a paira of torn blue jeans... his long blonde hair tied back into a neat ponytail at the back. "Sorry to interrupt yas'... but we're here to collect on the monthly payments. Ya know'... for letting you all make money on our turf..." A vicious, arrogant, grin crosses the man's features... "You all just cooperate real nice like and everybody will get to see their families again real soon-like..."
An ancient creature stirs.
Like a bear venturing into its cave to hibernate only to discover that lesser predators have taken up residence, so too has Jimmy Lee been scenting the air upon returning to Sunshine City. This was his once, or close to it: the gangs certainly thought otherwise, but they were taught their place every time they tried to tell otherwise. But it wasn't the buildings that were his, the things that were inside of them, or the even people. It was the pecking order. There were things you didn't do, things you didn't say. They couldn't be everywhere at once, but there were lines you didn't cross...or the Lee Brothers would find you. It wouldn't matter how many people you surrounded yourself with; all would fall to two men, and tribute would be taken in broken teeth.
The legacy of the Lee brothers have faded. New bosses have moved in. In some ways they're the same as the old bosses, but in others...they're very different. They 'invite' people like Freeman to take up residence. Jimmy had thought he put Sunshine City behind him, that it didn't matter anymore and anything was better than dwelling in the shades of his past...but having returned on a whim, he finds himself unable to just take all of this in stride and keep going. Someone needs to remind these creeps how things work in Sunshine City.
He fell in line behind the rest of the thugs easily enough. Jimmy certainly looks the part; face scarred, wearing a brown trench coat, the ease with which he carries the lead pipe...but most importantly his aura. He simply feels like he belongs to the underworld, that it's his place to dominate. Thugs fan out to either side of the leader, rolling out the red carpet for him, but one of them doesn't.
"Your turf? What a fucking joke."
Smacking the pipe against his opposite palm as he advances on that monolith of a leader, Jimmy certainly may look dwarfed to the casual observer, but a more learned eye would tell. Smaller, but harder. The set to his eyes. He's been places that these other men haven't. "Time for you to pay *my* tithe."
Advancing on the larger man without pause, he smoothly swings that length of pipe like he was trying to take the man's head right off his shoulders.
COMBATSYS: JimmyLee has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Jacobs has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Fobs has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Jacobs blocks JimmyLee's Random Weapon.
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Jacobs, that mountainous wall of fleshy muscle towering over almost everyone present, for his part doesn't seem to even remotely notice the additional gang member initially. Why should he? These lesser men were all just fodder for the experienced ex-professional wrestler to throw at people not worth his time. And there were so many people not worth his time... had it been an earlier time... when the Lee brothers still dominated this part of town... things might've been a bit different. But now? His employers were really the nonly thing he truly feared. Tonight though, he might well learn to fear someone else entirely..."Hey you...!" He jabs an accusatory finger threateningly at a balding punk nearby... "Get the crates over by the dock, and make sure you get every one of the crates off that rust bucket of a ship over there..." He then clenches that same hand into a tight ball and smashes it again the flat of his left palm with an audible smack... "Anyone damages the goods, I'm gonna make 'em regret bein' here..."
As one of the 'grunts' speaks up, disrespectfully, the wrestler turns around real slow like and eyes Jimmy up and down... his grin spreading a bit wider. "Ohhhh... looks like we got an interloper here. How ya' doin?" As that metal pipe is swung, the force of the swing practically splitting the air apart as it moves... Jacobs casually lashes out and grabs it his lefft hand... that massive grip swallowing the steel pipe whole. Despite the newfound stinging sensation in his palm, that arrogant grin remains... "Woahhoho... not so fast there eh. You're a strong one for a runt though man, I gotta tell ya..." He then lashes out with his free hand and tries to grab his red-haired assailant by the trench and hoist him into the air. If he succeeds? He'll then throw him up against the concrete wall of the reception area nearby. "...that stung a bit!"
COMBATSYS: Fobs takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: JimmyLee endures Jacobs' Quick Throw.
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Jimmy doesn't so much as flinch when the pipe is caught, a grin springing to his lips even as he stares upward into the larger man's eyes. "Good! Woulda been boring if that was the end of it." Yeah, quickly striking down someone with a reputation like this guy would have scattered this mob quickly, but that's not what he's after. No. Instead...he doesn't so much as try to wriggle free as he's hoisted into the air, holding that derision in his face right up until the very moment that he's chucked at the nearby wall.
It doesn't quite go as intended. The interloper twists in midair, arms and legs catching himself against the surface. The impact is solid, for sure, but not nearly enough to make him hesitate. Springing off of the surface, he lands back on his feet, carrying the momentum into an elbow that he drives forward. "But you ain't gonna sting when I'm done..." Should it land clean, it's clear that he's wearing elbow pads beneath the coat.
Jimmy's torso rotates, following the elbow with a punch, elbow retracting behind him to hide the flames that begin to creep into his hand from underneath the coat. "...You're going to BURN!!"
That first arm comes swinging once more, faster than the other two blows, this time backed by the force of an explosive punch that may very well send the wrestler crashing into one of his precious crates.
COMBATSYS: Jacobs endures JimmyLee's Heat Hurricane.
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The experienced wrestler's arrogant grin doesn't falter even as his opponent demonstrates remarkable skill and agility by rebounding off the wall after the throw and charging back in like a shot. He does give a whistle of appreciation as the man with the firey mane clad in dark brown trench blurs toward him. "Oh man... this is gonna be fun. I ain't had an opponent who could do that since..." Well, since that time three years ago Vyle kicked his ass on the circuits. Agile little bastard he was... "Well, let' get this party..." and before he can finish that sentence, a hard elbow collides with his jaw... misaligning it with an audible crunch... but that's not even the beginning of it. Before the mountain of a man can even mount an offense, or possibly even register pain, a second hit collides with his torso nocking the breath out of him... and then comes that burning chi fist... the heat of which might inflict third degree burns if it weren't in fact chi...
Seconds later, the ex-wrestler goes sailing through the air... smashing into a pile of wooden crates with an thunderous crash and now Jimmy has EVERYBODY's attention.
Hollering and cheering ensues from the beseiged personnel and sailors.. their rallying cries audible througout the whole dock.. suddenly the crates have ceeased to move and all the thugs are looking at each other in fear...
That is, until an enormous hand shoots out from the crate pile... clutching at the empty air... "I'm..." Jacobs pulls himself out of the mess he'd created... an angry scowl on his face. At least as much of one as he can muster with that broken jaw. "I'm okay..." He then gestures toward a smaller thug, skinny as a bean pole by comparison, with a chain entwined with itself around his arm. "You...help me out... would ya?" Then, having said that, the massive wrestler charges back in toward Jimmy arms wide with his new assistant in tow. If he can manage to get those massive arms around Jimmy's comparitively smaller frame he'll likely try to hoist him up again, delivering a hard knee to the groin and then dropping hiim on the concrete for the thug following behind to beat like a red-headed step child with that long metal chain.
COMBATSYS: Jacobs successfully hits JimmyLee with Low Blow.
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COMBATSYS: JimmyLee blocks Fobs' Chain Swipe.
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Jimmy's fist remains extended even as the wrestler goes sailing, savoring the impact of that brutal blow...but more importantly, giving the thugs gathered something to burn into their visual memory. Tongues of flame licking at his knuckles as the flame dissipates, the body of the larger and more clearly muscled man hurled like he just went sailing through a car's windshield. It isn't enough that you beat up the big guy and disperse the crowd, that just makes them bring more people next time.
No. To rule the streets, you have to teach people to *fear* you.
"That's right, chicken shits. Give him a hand! Buy a few more seconds before I crush his pudgy little SKULL." Where the wrestler was warming up to the challenge moments before, mistaking Jimmy's words as the banter of someone who enjoys a good challenge, *now* the fighter is slowly advancing toward the toppled leader and barking harsh challenges to those who would stand by him. To be fair, the wrestler comes at him just a little faster than he expected, unable to get the right leverage to slip out of the grip. The knee to his groin is like having a 2x4 taken to it and the pain is severe, but it's quickly shored up by one advantage he has over the majority of fighters.
FURY.
The whip is swung down at Jimmy, but his arm swings to the side with surprising alertness, letting the chain wrap around it instead of his torso. His gaze swings toward the minion, eyes slowly widening as his jeering gives way to an harsh sneer. "Buy him a few seconds..." The chain is given strong yank, hauling the willowy fighter in like a fresh catch off the pier. Flames leap to Jimmy's other hand as he steps into the yank, but the threat comes in the form of his elbow instead of his fist; should luck not favor the crony, he'll be met with nose breaking force, immediately followed by a secondary ignition of flames to his eyes as the flames are channeled down his forearm and simply erupt from the coat's elbow like a cannon.
"...BY FORFEITING YOUR OWN!!"
COMBATSYS: JimmyLee successfully hits Fobs with Heat Elbow.
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Kneeing Jimmy sharply in the... jimmies... with all the crushing force his enormous leg could bring to bear... he drops him to the ground to allow Fobs to take a crack at him without endangering his own person. He's caught off-guard, however, by the speed with which the fighter recovers from the strike and snatches his thug's weapon... jerking that steel chain to bring Fobs in for a nasty elbow strike that blows the scrawny mook back through another pile of crates from which he does not immediately get up. "'EY!" The towering behemoth bellows, "STOP. BREAKING. OUR. SHIT!" Trunk-like arms whip out quickly at that projected elbow attempting to clutch Jimmy's arms tightly in his vice-like grip. If he succeeds, he'll swing him around and around in swift circles... even giving the brash fighter some air time as he hoists him off the ground again... and then tosses him against that solid concrete wall behind him with a HARD smash. Oh, but he isn't done yet. As soon as Jimmy collides with that wall he'd find that blond-haired behemoth upon him trying to bury his elbow in his throat powered by his enormous running momentum. If his jaw weren't broken so badly it hurt to talk, he'd opt to scream AND HE HITS THE TURNBUCKLE!" but instead he just lets out a ferocious grunt.
Meanwhile, Fobs has takeen his sweet time clambering up out of the crate pile... bleeding from the mouth and now just watching.. weighing his options carefully. Unlike Jacobs, he had neither the bravado nor the strength to challenge such a powerful fighter openly but... he knew if this guy lost to Jacobs... what Jacobs would do to him would only be so much worse.
And so, shortly following Jacobs's attempt at crushing Jimmy's larynx against the reception building, Fobs comes running in... swinging that metal chain in wide arcs with an audible repetitive rattling... aand proceeds to swing that heavy steel chain one for Jimmy's face, followed quickly by a second strike to his torso, and finally another to the back of the head... and cackles with whiny, nasally, voice of a stereotypical weasel... "Hehehe... what's a matter chump? You feelin' any regrets yet? Don't worry, we'll give you a proper burial. Its da' least we can do."
COMBATSYS: JimmyLee endures Fobs' Aggressive Strike.
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COMBATSYS: JimmyLee interrupts Turnbuckle Crush from Jacobs with Shouryuudan EX.
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Jimmy chose to ignore the greater of the two threats for the moment, but that was a calculated risk. He had to show those watching that anyone who tries to help, anyone at ALL, will be met with ruthless retaliation. His exposed elbow is pinioned between those powerful arms and the rest of the grim fighter is hauled along for the ride. Around once, around twice...except Jimmy is fast on his feet, mantaining his balance while beginning to sprint into the motion instead of stumbling along for the ride.
"I've had enough of this shit."
Choosing the moment when he senses that the burly fighter no longer has control of his victim's momentum, Jimmy braces one leg into the ground and forcefully launches himself not only into the air, but straight into the fighter himself. Preserving some of that momentum, he himself spins right into that center of mass, both hands balling into tight fists. Fire travels down his arms until both forearms are completely encased, glove-studded knuckles scything a spiralling curtain of flame through flesh and bone. "SHOURYUUDAN!"
Try as the weaker fighter might to lash at Jimmy in desperation as the plan begins to backfire, it readily becomes apparent that Jimmy just doesn't give a shit. Launching the larger opponent once more with the sheer power and momentum of the assault, the elder Lee brother lands in a crouch, hands uncurling as the remainder of his aerial lightshow unfurls above him until winking out. His eyes are locked on those of Fobs as he rises. "You can give him a burial at sea...I've provided the fire."
One slow step after another, Jimmy advances on the weaker man. His coat is torn in several places, but it's hard to tell how many of those cuts were already there before he arrived. Gloved hands slowly flex and unflex as his neck cracks from side to side. "Quick science lesson. Which is longer...that chain, or your intestines...?"
"Who is more stupid, someone who RUNS, or someone who CHALLENGES THE RULE OF JIMMY LEE?"
Spiraling around and around the arrogant wrestler's enormous pride, and enormous stature, simply does not allow for him to take notice thatn the far more skilled fighter of the pair has taken advantage of the provided momentum and turned his own attack into the last thing he'll possibly ever see. "W-hat the....?!" He yells out in surprise as the trench coated fighter does not, in fact, meet with the wall but instead dances right into his center and proceed to strike him with lethal, incinerating, force sending him sailing through the air ... off of the docks... and into the ocean with a violent splash where his heavy frame sinks beneath the surface of the water and does not return.
Even louder cheers and rallying cries rip through the docks area - emitted by overjoyed personnel and rowdy sailors - ssome of whom have suddenly even found the courage to fight back... attacking their assailants and driving them back.
It's all gone to shit now. Fobs, trembling visibly, before the encroaching Jimmy Lee shakes so hard he literally drops his chain. Possibly soiling himself as well... "Hehehe... h-hey man... look... I-Im just doin' my job man you know how it is..??" But, he won't be giving Jimmy any time to pity him, or even utter a reply, as the wiry coward turns on his heels and dashes away from the docks at all speed... right past a pair of patrol cars that come screaming in with their sirens wailing. Cops start pouringout of the cars shortly after, one of them dashing after Fobs frantically...
One husky african american thug exiting the Ol' Miss holding a rather large crate full of weapons promptly drops it with a hard THUD and dashes down the ramp toward the crowd of gangers, sailors, and dock personnel, screaming "FUCK! It's the popo scatter!" ... and now everyone who hadn't been running, whatever, the reason, is...pushing and shoving and knocking down anybody in their way as the make a mad dash for the Outer Sunshine backstreets.
COMBATSYS: Fobs has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Jacobs can no longer fight.
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"You're partially to blame for this.", Jimmy says to the backs of those gathered as they look on to the police. "If one of you sticks up for yourself alone, yeah, they'll make your families pay. But they don't have the time to make an example of all of you, you're too low on the food chain. So fight back, for fuck's sake." Some of them seam to have gotten their courage back though. He allows himself the faintest hint of a smile, but he tries to keep it from showing.
"And if that doesn't work...tell them that Jimmy Lee will find them where they're sleeping. Families are off-limits. /Again./", he declares as he turns his back on them, hastily retreating before he too is rounded up. If the fleeing thugs didn't have enough reason to run already, they sure as hell do now.
Log created on 16:24:02 07/07/2012 by Sonia, and last modified on 10:12:04 07/08/2012.