Neo League 0099 - NL#0116: M. Bison vs Sven

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Description: I think it was supposed to be Ken vs Balrog, but instead there was this mess.

Part of the London Bridge has been blocked off. Not because of a car accident or anything, but because of another accident about to happen. It is Neo League time and the officials are doing their best to herd about the onlookers and keep them a safe distance given who one competitor is.

"So where the hell is Ken Masters!?"

It won't be the first time Mike Bison misheard a name and will end up disappointed. In this case he thought the owner of the Neo League itself was going to be here for a fight. For about the tenth time the official corrects him and that just makes Bison's face scrunch up in a frown. "The fuck is a Sven Maesters?"

He waves a gloved hand dismissively. "Whatever. I'll have a punch party all over his face too. then maybe that coward with the shitty eyebrows will show his face!" The big boxer boasts as he steps forward and does some shadow boxing. Things are moving at a snail's pace for him with Shadaloo so he needed to let loose. Getting to make fun of the British and get into a fight is a good way to just let off some steam.

"And maybe after that! I will find that Dudley bitch and punch him out too. Giving us boxers a bad name being all gentlemanly and shit. Bring out this Sven fellow."

Oh Sven Maesters could feel the trouble.

The swede was a wrestler, and a rather brawly one too. A big, brawler wrestler. His standings in the Neo-League was from pure work, but that's what Sven always depends on for his standing. A misunderstanding between Ken Masters? Sven never even met the guy. But he could handle himself; Mint barely beat him; he neatly cleaned out Hayley, and made a good struggle with Maxima. He could handle a boxer. Well, not just any boxer though. Cause that's not just a boxer.

That's a world-class heavyweight boxer.

The wrestler strides out, wearing his wolfman mask, feeling awfully small in the face of the crowd and the loud, brash boxer. Dressed in khaki shorts, and stomping combat boots, the wrestler walks across the street, looking squarely at the boxer. The wrestler keeps his head high; the Swede wasn't going to show fear, or uncertainty. And there, stopping a few meters away from the boxer, he opens his stance, glaring behind the mask. "You Balrog, ya?" Sven asks gruffly.

Seems Sven had his own misunderstandings.

There is almost an audible record scratch the moment he calls Bison by that name. Things are deathly silent for a few moments and the boxer just stares at him for a few long moments.

"You blind behind that damn mask, boy? How the hell you mistake me for that poof?" Nevermind the fact he couldn't even get his opponent right. Somehow it isn't disrespectful in that case. "Starting off on the wrong foot there. If you call me that again I am going to punch you extra hard." He was already planning to punch him extra hard, but this is going to be extra extra hard now.

The boxer gives a snort and spits on the ground. "Whatever. Come on and fight. Show me what you can do there, fancy pants."

COMBATSYS: M. Bison has started a fight here.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-------|

"Oh, sorry."

The wrestler responds, sincerely. "I get confused, they talk about a Venga, A Major Bison, it's all very strange." Evening out his stance, he doesn't break his gaze. "But don't hold back your punches, ya? I won't be holding back either, so you fight serious!" Sven slaps his own chest, waiting for Bison's next play... but he give Sven the opening? Foreboding.

"You want me to go first?"

The wrestler leaps to the side, at the rails alongside London Bridge. Getting a footstool there, he bounds back, charging at Bison. Should he reach him, he would reach out and... push him. Not spin him, but let Sven get the pivot around to Bison's back the moment he lands. Should he make it there? He would grip Bison from behind, and make a play for the powerbomb. He would lifts up his opponent from behind, and hook him underneath his inner thigh. And flip him around, keeping a grip on that thigh, and smash him down hard on his back, holding his leg to keep him in place. A bold, direct wrestling move.

But one ripe for brutal counter attacks.

COMBATSYS: Sven has joined the fight here.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Sven

COMBATSYS: M. Bison dodges Sven's Jaeger Bomber ES.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Sven

Bison makes a motion with his glove. "Yeah. You heard me. I am not going to be nice and tell you again."

He then gets in his fighting stance. He hunches forward a bit with gloves raised as he waits to see what Sven does. The guy is a wrestler so Bison isn't too surprised when the Swede comes in and tries to get in close. The boxer does a bit of a rope-a-dope as he sways and avoids from being grappled as he remains relatively close. "Oh sorry, bitch. Too slow!" He taunts and gives a bit, gold toothed grin.

Then perhaps to Sven's surprised it is the boxer trying to grapple him. Given the gloves it is more just a clinch to keep Sven from getting away. A clinch that leads to him sort of whipping the wrestler about to throw him off balance. "Here we goooooo!" he shouts as he looks to deliver a swift uppercut.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison successfully hits Sven with Dirty Shot.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0             Sven

Holy hell.

Sven Maesters keeps the momentum steady, even as the boxer slips from his grip. Adjusting his footwork, the Swede is actually taken off guard as the boxer -rushes- in for a clinch. He had not fought many boxers, other than Mint, and she didn't count. That proves a nearly fatal mistake as he struggles to break from it. As he pulls away, he feels the sensative of a gun getting fired.

And then the upper cut comes.

Sven actually blacks out in between the time he goes up, and lands back on the ground. His mask is knocked clean out. The blonde-haired wrestler, stunned and dazed, crashes into a heap, world spinning. Sven slowly rises up into a stand, turning back over to Bison he is... at a loss of words.

Instead, he bellows out.

"AWOOOOOOO!" Was the howl. Sven Maesters leaps forward, front-flip dynamically through the air back at the boxer. The wrestler was attempting to snap those murderous thighs around Bison's neck. Should he get a grip? He would reverse momentum, and backflip to -spike- Bison straight back down. Sven couldn't play it safe.

The boxer would eat him -alive-

COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits M. Bison with Wolfensteiner ES.

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M. Bison         0/-------/--=====|=======\=====--\1             Sven

Lacking in intelligence, but certainly not power. There is a reason Bison has the reputation he does. It is also probably for the best he is wearing gloves because who knows just how bad things would feel without that padding.

"You see that shit? Knocked his face clean off. Going to mess your mug up even more. Just you wait." Admittedly Bison is impressed that Sven even has the energy to attack after that. The howling makes him raise a brow and he just looks to dance away again when Sven comes darting in. The boxer was too cocky this time. "Mmph!"

Powerful legs wrap around his neck and he gets flipped about to land on his head. Honestly that is probably the best thing for him to land on too. Nothing of value is really lost in getting his bell rung when there isn't too much going on up there anyways. "Guh, don't stuff your crotch in my face." Bison says and makes a disgusted face as he gets up.

In a way it got the boxer flustered so that could work out in Sven's favor? Or well....that quick right cross coming at him might have some extra mustard on it because he just somehow made Bison even more angry.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison dazes Sven with Cross Punch!
- Power hit! -

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M. Bison         0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2             Sven

An opportunity.

Sven releases his murder thighs, evening his footing. Just in time to eat a right cross into the face. The wrestler actually chokes as he takes the blow -hard- in his face; it was quick, yes, but pure power behind it. Sven was getting concussions by the bushel, everything was spinning, spinning around. His face was swelling like a cauliflower, and he couldn't see anything. Blinded, and hurt, he was taking in the boxer's pure rage. The thing is?

Sven can be angry too.

"GRRAAGH!" Roars the wrestler as he hurls himself at the boxer, flailing his limbs wildly as he powers through his dazed nature. Hand chops, arm slams, it was a wild, reckless, and desperate counter-attack. Sven was being as aggressive as he could, without any of the finesse. But dipping in low after his flailing, he would attempt to grab the boxer by his knees. Should he succeed? He would pivot, spinning the larger boxer around and around in a giant throw, before tossing him near the barriers keeping the public from the match. Only then, he would stabilize, breathing hard.

Getting his senses back, before it's too late.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison interrupts Wolf Blitzer from Sven with Crazy Buffalo.

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M. Bison         0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\1             Sven

"Awooo and all that to you too. You are a wolf? I am a wolf puncher!" No one said he had the most creative insults. it is hard to tell how seriously the boxer is taking things, but given how Sven is learning to count to concussion it is probably safe to say the fists are being more than serious in this fight.

Yeah, keep getting up. I'll knock you right back....hey!" Sven goes for the legs and he finds them hard to budge. He gets a good tug or two and Bison starts to fall backwards and land on his back and hit the back of his head on the concrete. "Shit!"

But before Sven can do more Bison throws a quick straight to knock the wrestler back and release the grip. "No...." He gets to his feet and follows up with an uppercut. "Throwing!" Then he gives another dashing straight. "Mike!" A second uppercut lands before Bison gives a big wind up and lands one last straight to the face of the wrestler. "BISON!"

Muscles flex and Bison raises his arms in the air "Wrestling ain't shit to me. I am a raging bull in a china shop and you are grandma's tea set!"


That is the roar from Sven as he flails. But the moment Sven dips down to grab Bison's legs is the moment that guard opens up. And he gets answered with a -staggering- combination of punches. The blows to the face absolutely detonate through Sven, ripping through his guard like a hot knife through butter. That's it, the wrestler is knocked away, hammering -hard- on the barrier on the -other- side. If his face was a cauliflower before, it's more bruise than flesh at this point. Sven lays down, stunned. It would be too easy to stay down. But the wrestler forces back up.

He had to do this.

Sven almost tries to break into a run. It doesn't work out so good, after he loses his balance. So he just goes for a walk, a stride, towards Bison. As he gets close enough to see the boxer again, he gives a hoarse howl. "Aaghaawooo!" Was the effort, as he surges with energy. He lunges in with a bodyblow, attempting to slam right in Bison's gut. ANd there, he would immediately front flip again. A desperate attack, a final attack. It's a stunned charge, it's a staggering charge, it's a last charge...

COMBATSYS: Sven can no longer fight.

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M. Bison         0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: M. Bison blocks Sven's Wolfensteiner 3D ES.

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M. Bison         0/-------/-----==|

And he snares his legs around Bison's neck.

He pivots, attempting to pull him back, attempting to unleash a -brutal- chain. But as he pivots back, he only manages a single spike down, head first. Not enough momentum for three spikes, three turns. And after he musters his only spike, he rleases Bison, going limp, going weak. He lays there, on the London Bridge.


There is a bit of a sadistic smile that Bison gets when he sees Sven get back up. These are the good kind of punching bags. Ones that just keep bouncing back to get knocked down.

Sven comes at Bison once more and the first strike lands pretty solidly, but Bison is well built and doesn't seem too phased by the strike. "That all you....NOT AGAAAAA-" MMPH! Bison at least gets a glove up to protect his face, but he still gets wrapped up and goes for another quick ride where his head meets pavement again.

"The hell!" he grumbles and gets to his feet. "I am going to punch you so...." he trails off. Sven isn't getting back up this time and the boxer prods him a few times with a foot. "Tch, done already? Guess Warwolf is another word for pussy." he says and raises his arm. At least the day is young and he can get into other activities. He is sure if he flashes the right money he will find a nice little club to spend the next several hours at overindulging on everything.

Sven? Well the bright side is even if he was being punched again he is too out of it to notice. Instead he is just being tended to by the staff while Bison wanders off.

COMBATSYS: M. Bison has ended the fight here.

Log created on 13:04:52 06/21/2018 by M. Bison, and last modified on 14:28:53 06/21/2018.