Description: Maybe all of America is just garbage. I get to Seattle and these people are telling me I can't go into their stadium just because I don't have a ticket! And the popcorn was awful once I made them let me get inside. Then this other blondie karate guy started complaining. Next time I'm going to make sure he understands who he's messing with! GYAA HAA HAA HAA HAA!
One of the foremost spectacles of the fighting world, a place budding amateur fighters all over the world hope to one day be able to have a match.
And it's a goddamn eye sore, where a bunch of weak cowards pretend to actually fight, wearing pads and hiding in a ring where they get to take breaks like it was all some sort of game. But everyone in the crowd was really there to see the blood, to watch someone be brutalized until they couldn't even stand.
More importantly, it was the next stop on Yamazaki's tour of the United States after his invitation to Philadelphia had ended with the goddamn police trying to take him in and a whole bunch of wannabe punks going by Mad Gear got pissed at him for trying to get some pizza in Metro City. He'd managed to get out to the west coast now, only having to kill a few assholes on his way across the country.
And now more of those assholes wanted to keep him out of the stadium just because he didn't have a ticket. "Why the hell don't you listen, I'm not asking where I can get a goddamn ticket, I'm telling you I don't have one!" he shouts as he picks up the young woman at the door into the Arena, picking her up by the neck with his left hand, an awful smirk on his face as the girl clutches at his fingers, her face turning blue. "So why don't you shut your pretty mouth and stop wasting my time?"
With that, he suddenly throws her back, knocking over a security guard that had been rushing up to intervene and sending both crashing through the ropes leading up to the front of the line. Other guards are rushing in now, one of them pulling out a taser and yelling, "PUT YOUR HANDS UP AND GET DOWN ON THE GROUND, SIR!" as another one speaks into a small radio, calling for more security to the gate.
With a completely casual brutality, Yamazaki's foot collides with the taser guard's face, the sound of his jaw breaking filling the air sickeningly before he goes flying, hitting the wall with enough force that it leaves a dent before he slumps to the ground. The other guard rushes forward instinctively to try to subdue the psychopath and is bent over in the middle as Yamazaki's fist connects with his midsection. It would be bad enough if he wasn't also holding his knife.
Whipping the blade back out, now covered in blood, the guard drops to the floor and Yamazaki starts strolling down the hallway toward the arena, followed by the sounds of chaos behind him. "What the fuck is wrong with these people? It's like they don't want anyone to watch the show."
The sounds of the ensuing chaos, the screams, the panic. Yamazaki sure seems to be a one man catastrophe. Of course as the guards start going down, the rest of the staff is doing their best to just get the hell out of the way. A few of them have the common sense to whip out their cellphones to start calling the cops and EMTs for the poor guards who got Yamazaki'd.
As the radio chatter turns into a steady stream from the normal quiet, the owner of the stadium remains rather unaware.
Ken Masters stands in the center of the currently empty Red Arena, trying to take in the atmosphere of it all. A low hum echoes out from the loudspeakers of arena as the audio engineers frantically try to escape the building, obviously aware of the current situation. Unfortunately, none of them bother to make a simple announcement to warn their employeer.
Quickly spinning his foot around, a small cloud of dust rises into the air, causing Ken to pause for a few moments, only to kneel down and gently run his hand across the sand. "Hey, Jeff. What is the type of sand we're using? It feels kind of off..."
By the time that Yamazaki has managed to reach the inner lobby, people are already scattering, being lead out of the way by Arena employees that have enough sense to stay in control, with more security guards standing in the path between the Yakuza and the rest of the arena. There's nobody between him and the concession stand, though, and ignoring all of the guards standing a good dozen feet away from him holding batons and tasers, he reaches over the counter and grabs a bag of popcorn, taking a handful and shovelling it into his mouth for a moment before spitting it out all over the floor.
"What's this garbage? Who the hell makes popcorn without putting the butter on it?" he asks, tossing the bag away, sending the food scattering across the floor as he turns back toward the rest of the lobby, walking toward the hallway to the arena as if none of the security guards were there.
Two of the guards rush forward, swinging their batons at the Yakuza. The first catches a forceful kick that sends him crashing through a fancy TV display while the other's baton is blocked by Yamazaki's left arm, the knife in his right hand stabbed up through the guard's cheek in an instant, only being tugged out as Ryuji throws his head forward to hit him with a headbutt that crushes him to the floor.
One of the smarter guards stays back, lining up a taser, only to find that the Yakuza's reach exceeds arms length, whipping up like a snake, his right hand brings the knife around low, slashing the guard's leg and sending him sprawling to the ground, crying out in pain.
"GYAA HAAA HAAA HAAA!"
The cackling laugh fills the air as Yamazaki's arm returns to its normal length, his right hand and bloody knife slipping back into his pocket as he continues to move through the lobby, approaching the stairs up to the next floor. "Maybe I was wrong about this place, it seems like they really want me to have good time!"
The noise from the lobby is still not quite enough to get Ken's attention. Of course the lack of a response from Jeff does give the man a moment to pause, and look around. All of the staff seems to have vanished, and the silence of the arena actually is unsettling in its own way.
Standing up, Ken starts to walk towards the entrance, pausing as the faint sound of screaming comes up from the lobby. The blood drains from his face, as he watches Yamazaki slowly make his way up the stairs. He steps backwards back into the areana, glaring at the approaching man, the scent of blood easily recognizable as well as the threat that now casually saunters through the place like they own it.
"Who in the hell are you, and how did you get in here?"
The rest of these punks had been trembling with fear when they were watching him. Just a look into their eyes had been enough to know that they weren't anybody, and as much fun as it had been to make them bleed and hear them scream, they were just done with so fast that it was barely worth considering stomping their skulls in.
This guy's different.
There's some fight in his eyes. At least enough that he might put up a decent enough fight to make this whole trip worthwhile.
"Didn't I see you in Philadelphia, Goldilocks?" he asks, leaning forward to study the blonde fighter in front of him, taking him in like he was examining a steak. "...I guess not, that punk had way shorter hair. Although it would be pretty fun to to pummel you into a bloody pulp just because you remind me of that asshole!"
Straightening up, he doesn't even take a proper fighting stance, slouched forward with his left arm hanging loose in front of him and his right hand in his pocket. "Maybe I'll give you a haircut after I bust your face open! GYAAAA HAAA HAAA HAAAA!" he cackles, his left hand covering his face as his knees buckle out and his head is thrown back.
The blonde brawler takes a few more steps back, staring directly at Yamazaki. "You /really/ shouldn't be here as we're still renovating..." The response is REALLY understating the exact situation going on here. As Yamazaki starts to cackle like a madman, Ken plants his feet, slamming his left foot into the ground forcing a large cloud of sand to fly into the air, swirling around slightly as it settles.
"I don't really know who you are, but it seems that you're causing a lot more trouble then I really like this time in the day. I mean..."
Ken suddenly launches forward towards Yamazaki, quickly arching his back as he brings his left foot down in an visious axe-kick towards Yamazaki's face.
"I haven't even had my coffee yet!"
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters has started a fight here.
Ken Masters 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has joined the fight here.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ken Masters
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki blocks Ken Masters' Inazuma Kakato Wari.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ken Masters
The downward kick only manages to meet Yamazaki's left arm, absorbing the whole hit as he just locks eyes with Ken, his face spread out into a psychotic grin. "Well, if you're renovating, then I can help you out with some extra demolition, free of charge!"
Who does this guy think he is, trying to get in Yamazaki's way? Just because he didn't have a ticket doesn't mean these people get to tell him what the hell to do to being with, now does it?!
As he moves back enough to throw Ken's leg off from his left arm, he draws it back in a sweeping motion, as if he was simply rolling out his shoulder to get ready for the fight, but as it comes back around to his hip, his hand clenches into a fist, and in a flash he flies forward, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat before his fist slams forward with a kidney punch.
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters dodges Yamazaki's Screw Blow.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Ken Masters
As Yamazaki fist flies in towards his kidney, Ken suddely twists his body rather uncomfortably to allow the fist sail past without actually touching. He's not quite sure just exactly how badly that would have hurt, but in a general rule of thumb: Kidney shots are pretty much the worst thing of the day to ever happen.
"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in hiring people I haven't vetted yet. I have a image to uphold!"
Quickly righting himself, Ken's hands fly forward to grapple Yamazaki. If they manage to land, Yamazaki will find himself having his joints strained painfully, looking to cause as much damage in them to stop the fight and drain the Syndicate member's stamina.
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters successfully hits Yamazaki with Combo Grapple.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Ken Masters
"It's gonna be rough for you to uphold an image after I pound your face in, pretty boy!"
The retort might lose some of its bite when Yamazaki can't quite manage to get out of Ken's hold, failing to prevent himself from being locked into all sorts of weird positions, but eventually he manages to slide free, all without pulling his right hand out of his pocket.
On the way out, pulling himself back into his slouched, awkward fighting stance, he lashes out with an untrained looking left jab from waist height going up. None of how the Yakuza moves in this fight suggests he should have any hope against Ken's years of training.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Ken Masters with Medium Punch.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Ken Masters
As the punch lashes out, Ken catches the wrong end of it and doubles over for a moment as it slams into his solar plexus. The blonde man staggers back a few steps, quickly trying to reorient himself.
"Holy hell.. If that's your idea.. of aiming for a face..." Taking a deep breath, Ken wheezes for a few more moments only to quickly duck down...
The sheer intensity that is Ken Masters barrels down upon Yamazaki, as he launches himself foward the man suddenly lifts into the air as he swings his right leg outward, rapidly spinning like a top looking to batter Yamazaki over and over.
"TATSUMAKI SENPUU KYAKU!"
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki endures Ken Masters' Tatsumaki Senpuu Kyaku EX.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Ken Masters
"I'm not worried about your face, yet..."
That's only the start of something. With Ken flying in at him with his whirlwind assault, Yamazaki doesn't even move out of the way, only finding himself temporarily interrupted with each hit rocking him back again and again, but it's not quite far enough.
"BEFORE I SMASH YOUR FACE, I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU BLEED!"
The shout marks the moment as his right hand flies out of his pocket, the blade of his knife, still covered in the blood of Arena's security guards flicks out on its hilt only to be drawn up in a sweeping slash for Ken's chest, whipping around into a horizontal strike immediately after.
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters blocks Yamazaki's Hydra's Judgement.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Ken Masters
As the knife lunges forward, Ken quickly drops his arms, wincing as the blade cleanly glides along them. As it comes back around, Ken quickly raises his right arm to deftly slam at Yamazaki's hand, preventing the follow-up slice from Yamazaki's first one. He winces as the blood drips from his arms and forms light streams that fall down into the sand, staining it a muddy crimson.
"Seriously? I swear you're going to pay for my hospital fees after this, because I'll be damned if I have to pay thirty grand for stitches!"
Narrowing his eyes, Ken takes another step back, staring directly now at Yamazaki. "What's the matter? You barge in here and now start stabbing me? You're just a low-life thug. I got my hopes up thinking that you'd be halfway decent.."
"You're just a punk."
"A real man only needs his fists! Come on! Show me what you've really got!"
Issuing the challenge, Ken rushes forward once again, only to suddenly arc his back as he leaps upwards towards Yamazaki, raising his right leg, seeking to drive his knee into the man's face in retaliation for the sliced arms.
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters issues a challenge!!
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Ken Masters
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters successfully hits Yamazaki with Hiza Geri.
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Yamazaki 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Ken Masters
It's very clear that Yamazaki isn't formally trained. Everything about his movement screams recklessness and aggression, but not training. And yet every hit and every motion is flowing with strength that shouldn't be there, fueled by some inner psychosis.
And even as the knee slips past his left arm, sending Yamazaki reeling back, the expression on his face as he turns back to face Ken is one of pure wildly excitement. A madness and malice that are fueled by some impossible joy at all of this violence.
"If you don't want to pay for your hospital bills, then I don't mind just sending you to the grave!"
Yamazaki shoots forward like a rocket, knife still in hand as he lashes out with a stab aimed just for Ken's gut.
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters endures Yamazaki's Lunatic Fist but gets knocked away!
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Yamazaki 0/-------/----===|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Ken Masters
The knife blow is brutal, enough force to send anyone to the ground, and in a flash Yamazaki's arms are both in motion, whipped out into impossible lengths, bending as if there were no bones at all, and one after the other, each one lashes out at Ken on the ground, tearing in an infinite pattern of assault.
They move like snakes with a mind of their own, and all the while, Yamazaki's mouth hangs open, his tongue lolling out as cackling fills the air. "GYAAAA HAAAA HAAAA HAAAA HAAA!"
And then he drops to the ground, every ounce of his posture speaking to something inhuman. Something monsterous as he bites down on Ken's throat, his head whipping back and forth before he throws his head back and tosses Ken aside.
The sheer level of the assault is enough to leave Ken reeling from it, but the fact that Yamazaki decides that he is now a rabid dog and goes for the throat is something new. As he is flung away like a worn out chew toy, Ken lays there. Blood freely flows from his neck, as Yamazaki has successfully managed to break the skin in multiple places. (Fun Fact: Human bites are some of the worse bites someone can get, and are very difficult to treat!)
As Ken slowly starts to get to his feet, he wobbles unsteadily as he tries to get his vision back into focus. Yamazaki really did a number on him, and it is going to be an uphill battle for him to really get his back into this.
Once more Ken plants his feet into the sand, his toes gripping it for traction, he wildly surges forward as chi suddenly springs to life around his right foot.
He launches himself forward towards Yamazaki as the heat from the fire that now blazes upon his leg forces the upper most layer of sand to turn to a thin film of glass. Seeking to draw Yamazaki into it, roundhouse after flaming roundhouse is launched, seeking to connect and draw Yamazaki into the finale -- A rising pillar of flames and kicks that will hopefully leave a rather impressive set of wounds on his opponent.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki blocks Ken Masters' Guren Senpuukyaku.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Ken Masters
Rising back to his feet, Yamazaki's movements are even more unstable than they were before, his knees wobbling in and out, causing him to bob up and down, his left arm flailing at his side, often moving so fast it's barely visible, and his head is shaking up and down with his tongue hanging out. And yet his right hand has slipped back into his pocket even in this strange new moment.
In a moment like this, there shouldn't be any bit of real sanity or control in the psychotic Yakuza, and yet with all the composure and training that Masters might possess, throwing all of it into this incredible display of technique and power, Yamazaki still reactions, throwing his left arm up and catching the sweeping strike on his forearm, which holds like steel.
Even the force of that blow backed by the flames stoked by Ken's mastery of his art as it damages his body, it just makes Yamazaki's grin even more.
"Don't have any more silver-tongued words, pretty boy?!" he shouts as he bursts into another laugh, throwing himself up into the air, and twisting, barely seeming to make an effort as he extends his left leg and in a falling kick.
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters dodges Yamazaki's Diving Kick.
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Yamazaki 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Ken Masters
As Yamazaki plummets down towards him with that kick, Ken neatly steps aside, allowing Yamazaki to sail on by harmlessly. It been a while since he's had this rough of a fight, and its obvious to Ken that its no longer a contest of strength, but a literal fight for his life. The mandman has no qualms it seems about killing, and its now at the point where some small part of Ken believes his legend may end if he doesn't put an end to it soon.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you actually wanted to keep talking. I figured that you were just a rabid dog after biting me. Do you know just how many shots I'm going to have to get because of you?!"
Completely disregarding the fact that he is now bleeding from multiple places, especially his stomach after having been stabbed by Yamazaki, it seems he's most upset about being bit.
Ken's hands quickly fly forward once more, seeking to grab ahold of Yamazaki. If successful, Yamazaki once more will feel a flaming foot being planted into his body, as Ken drops backwards to use the momentum to slam Yamazaki hard into the glassed sand.
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters successfully hits Yamazaki with Jigoku Guruma EX.
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Yamazaki 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Ken Masters
It seems that Yamazaki's defenses come and go in sporadic bursts. Even through every bit of psychosis, there are flashes of someone trained on the streets. Against lesser opponents, his overwhelming force just ends fights instantly rather than needing to worry about taking more punishment than his body can withstand.
And hell, even against people who've wasted their lives training in some shitty dojo, you just need to hit them hard enough for them to stay the hell down anyway!
As Yamazaki hits the ground, unable to move fast enough to avoid Ken's assault, he just laughs, unconcerned with how much pain his body is in. Even if Masters won't admit it, he can hear that flicker of fear in his voice. Masters makes his way in this world like so many of those other phonies, pretending that everything is built on real structure, and that it's not just a place where the strong take everything they want.
Yamazaki knows that the rules are just a lie.
"Don't worry about it, you're not going to have to worry about seeing just how bad this is for you much longer!" he shouts as he suddenly kicks his leg forward, coming nowhere near Ken with the sweep, but knocking up a spray of sand straight into his face. And his leg is held up, coming back downward with an axekick right after.
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters blocks Yamazaki's Flight of Tempering.
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Yamazaki 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Ken Masters
Ken instinctively raises his arms to block the sand as its kicked at his face, only to narrowly absorb the impact of Yamazaki's axe kick. Its obvious he's going to have to add x-rays to his now growing medical bill thanks to Yamazaki.
"Really? Is that the best you can do? My girlfriend can hit better then you."
Obviously Eliza can't hit better then Yamazaki, but the pillar to any fight is constant trash-talking, and Ken has to keep it up no matter what. Principles must be upheld here.
Stepping away once more from Yamazaki, Ken slowly starts to get his breathing under control, clearing his mind, he finally gets his head back into the fight. That little speck that was present that had him fearing for his life is finally silenced..
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters is about to make it hot!
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Yamazaki 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\0 Ken Masters
And now he's just standing there?!
Shooting his mouth and he's trying to act like this is some sort of retreat?
"If you're just going to go around bitching about how I'm not punching you, I guess maybe what you really want is for me to just take your head off or something! You don't like knives? You don't like biting? Let me show you what my right fist can do!"
Inside his pocket, that right hand is clenching tight, the smile on his face is absolutely gleaming with psychotic rage as everything begins to build.
"SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST SAY YOUR PRAYERS, BECAUSE I'M GOING TO PUT YOU IN THE GRAVE, HELICOPTER BOY!"
Flying forward, he doesn't even take his right hand out, instead lashing out with his left, aiming to grab Ken by the back of the head and to slam him fast first into the sand of his own Arena.
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters parries Yamazaki's Yondan Drill!
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1 Ken Masters
The moment Yamazaki reaches for Ken, the blonde Masters suddenly whips his arms upwards, neatly parrying Yamazaki's grapple, only to stare directly into the Yakuza's eyes. "I'm sorry, it seems that your right fist isn't as bad as your bite."
"You just keep yapping away, and really all you've managed to do is just rely on a knife to stab me. Which I do admit hurts. Other then that, your fists are nothing. Your feet are nothing. You? You're nothing."
Chi once more springs to life this time upon Ken's right fist as he suddenly drops down. The flames burn intensely as Ken suddenly launches himself upwards. Seeking once more to draw Yamazaki into his flames, Ken delivers multiple uppercuts towards the man, looking to land only just one to finish it off. If he draws Yamazaki in, the Syndicate member will find himself truly burning as the flames will seek to bite him just as bad as he bit Ken, but that won't be the end. The end will be a finale resulting in an explosive Shoryuken that will hopefully shut Yamazaki's mouth for good.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki barely endures Ken Masters' Shouryuu Reppa EX.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Ken Masters
Why bother trying to get out of the way?
Why bother trying to hold it back?
No, all Yamazaki wants to do is get his hands on this asshole and show him just how wrong he is!
But that is a hell of a hit, and Yamazaki is sent reeling, launched up into the air, his face swollen, blood pouring out of his mouth. Blood that's actually his. It splatters out across the sand, painting it splotchy bits of red all over even before his body hits the ground.
But he hits the ground at Ken's feet. And there's no way in hell he's just going to let this end like this!
Pushing back up to his feet, Yamazaki just smiles, blood pouring down his chin, coating his teeth, and even then his eyes are just filled with that same psychotic thrill, even as his body looks like it's on the verge of collapsing. Everything wants to stop, but he's not going to stop!
Not until he busts open that pretty boy face.
"Don't act like you've seen anything... you ain't seen my right fist, but today I want somethin' else. I wanna bust your goddamn nose!"
Wildly, Yamazaki lashes out to grab Ken by the shirt, trying to haul him up off the ground with his left hand hold him in place as he reels back with everything he's got, and then slams his head forward with every ounce of strength in his body. Slam it right into Ken's nose as a literal explosion of chi erupts from his forehead.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Ken Masters interrupts Bombshell Bopper from Yamazaki with Shoryuken.
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Ken Masters 1/-------/=======|
As Yamazaki's head flies forward, Ken manages to escape his grip and drop down once more. "Seriously?! Just shut the hell up already!"
Once more, the crimson chi springs to life upon Ken's fist as he rockets upwards like a Saturn V missile, slamming the fist squarely into the bottom of Yamazaki's jaw. It's simple. It's effective. Its....
The collision is enough to finally seperate the men, with Ken landing neatly on his feet, barely capable of standing on his own power with the sheer amount of blood Yamazaki has managed to drain from him.
"You know, you make a better phlebotomist then you do a fighter... You should consider a career change..."
Ken falls over as people suddenly rush into the arena, looking for answers as to what in the hell just happened.
COMBATSYS: Ken Masters has ended the fight here.
That punch was pretty good.
Even Yamazaki can admit that as he's sent flying into the air, blood splattering from his mouth everywhere. It's like a goddamn crime scene. Although technically the whole of Masters Stadium is a crime scene after what Yamazaki's done.
But right now there's not much to do about that as he hits the sand hard. His head is ringing, blood pouring from his mouth.
And still he manages to laugh, even as nothing else can move.
"GYAAAAA HAAAA HAAAA HAAAA HAAAA!"
Next time he's going to show this asshole his right fist. Next time he's going to kill Ken Masters!
Log created on 20:10:35 05/06/2018 by Yamazaki, and last modified on 01:52:29 05/07/2018.