Description: Yamazaki tears Big a new one, all in good fun. (Winner: Yamazaki)
Thankfully, the downtown area was sparsely populated, this time of day. Made it easier for the fight's organizers to clear out the center of the downtown area, making enough space for what was about to happen, preparing for the impending brawl. People had just started filtering in when preparations were complete; based in Southtown, between two fairly well-known employees of one Geese Howard, they had spent all day hyping the fight. The crowd was buzzing, half of them debating who would win; and the other half facilitating betting between the first half.
The fight was soon to start when, at the edge of the crowd, a black Lincoln town car started to lay on its horn. The sea of people parted as the car puttered its way to the man-made ring's edge, then stopped. The driver stepped out of the front seat, then walked to the back. He opened the door, then took a step back as Ryuji Yamazaki stepped from inside the car. He looked more dressed for a party than a fight; clad in the usual black ensemble, along with a white fur coat draped across his shoulders and sunglasses perched upon his nose. "Look at 'em. Eatin' this shit up like candy."
From the opposite end of the street, a sleek black limousine begins to do the same, the horn blaring for people to step aside. The limo cuts through the crowd of people, sidling up to the opposite side of the ring. It takes a little while for the limo to stop, ending with the final door facing the ring.
Rather than the driver get out and open the door, it pops open from within. A girl in a slinky red dress that hints at far more than what it reveals slips out of the door, moving around to hold it open. A second girl comes out shortly, this one wearing a white dress that reveals far more than it hints at. She stands on the other side of the door, holding one arm out like Vanna White.
Finally, the last passenger steps out, his finely polished dome catching the lights of the city. Mr. Big straightens up, breathing deep. Gotta love the smell of infamy in the morning. The two girls snuggle up to his sides before escorting him into the ring. "Hey Ryuji!" he calls out. "Lookin' good, pimp!"
Ryuji Yamazaki can't help but shake his head for a moment, though there's a mixed bit of a smirk and a grin spread across his lips. "Got to say the same for you, Big. I must say, I'm jealous. Two girls?" This is said as Yamazaki is walking over towards the ring; he slips the coat from his shoulders about halfway, then hands it to one of the more official ring-types before stepping up to its edge. "S'pose that's what I get for fuckin' comin' straight from the airport." The sunglasses are slipped from the bridge of his nose, then folded up and tossed to the same person. His hands both slip into his pockets for a moment, long enough to slip out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. One smoke is pulled from the pack before being pocketed, and then it's lit after being settled between his lips. "They didn't even tell me who I was goin' t'be fightin' until ten goddamn minutes ago. Guess they wanted t'put on a show for the dumb bastards thinkin' 'bout crossin' us, huh?"
The cigarette moves to his right hand while a thick cloud of smoke is exhaled into the air, then Ryuji steps into the outer edge of the ring proper. "Best not be holdin' back on me, Big. I'm not gonna pull no damn punches."
Mr.Big grins lazily. "Looks like it. We're gonna make this look good." He takes his hand off the red-dress girl's waist to hold up a finger. "One second." He leans over, whispering something in the white-dress girl's ear. Whatever it was he said, she giggles and nods. He jerks his head back, audibly saying, "Wait in the car." The girls pull away from him, scooting out of the ring quickly.
Mr.Big adjusts his coat, appearing unconcerned about wearing it during the fight. "Me? Hold back? You've got to be trippin', pal." He smiles toothily for a moment before he reaches into his pockets, each hand coming out with a metal baton. He twirls one in his hand, looking over at the announcer. "Whenever you're ready," he drawls.
Ryuji Yamazaki arches an eyebrow as he looks from one girl over to the other, then he just shakes his head again as his right hand dips into his vest's inner pocket. That same hand flashes back out with.. something in it, only to be revealed as a switchblade when he flips it open. The knife is put through a few short slashes and stabs, then a brief twirl before it's closed again and slipped into the vest pocket. "That's what I wanted to hear, Big." He looks over to the announcer, then nods. "Fight's on, chief, let's get this started." The announcer gives the thumbs-up, then reaches for his microphone.
"We're burning daylight, guys! FIGHT!"
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has started a fight here.
Mr.Big stops twirling the baton as the announcer launches into his spiel, raising a hand to scratch at his eyebrow with one finger, looking a little puzzled. After a moment, he gives a shrug. "Works for me."
At the word FIGHT!, Big grins, wasting no time. He throws his weight forward, launching into a full-out run across the ring toward Yamazaki. The big guy might creep some people out, but not Big; a boss doesn't let his thugs scare him. Besides, Ryuji's got taste.
As Big gets near Yamazaki, he lashes out with one of the batons, followed kquickly by a downward smash with the other; bringing them together, he jumps upward, aiming to crack Yamazaki upside the chin. The party, it has started.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has joined the fight here.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki blocks Mr.Big's California Romance.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Ryuji Yamazaki settles into an almost lazy stance as he hears the 'FIGHT!' echo through the air; left hand slipping carefully into its pocket while his right hand rests at his side. His knees bend just a bit, tensing his legs as he watches the big man tear across the ring, and his right hand tenses into a fist.. the left hand comes up at the last moment to cross both arms in an X across his body, having to redirect the center of the X as the angle of the batons changes with each following smash. "Damn, Big! Startin' out with the big guns, are ya?" Yamazaki takes a step back, then slips his left hand right back into its pocket before he hops forward again. As he hops, his right leg comes up and off the ground, surprisingly high for a man his size; foot getting up over his head. As he descends, he aims to bring the heel of his finely-shined wingtip shoe down across Big's equally-shined dome.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Yamazaki's Suna Kake.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
"Hah! You know me. Big spender." Big's expression doesn't change, but the merest flicker of motion suggests his eyes went to the hand in the pocket for a brief second. The distraction is almost enough, but as Yamazaki moves forward again, Big's attention snaps back. It's his turn now to throw up an X guard, letting the axe kick thump solidly on his forearms.
Mr.Big's hands open, letting his batons drop to the ground. As they fall, his hands pull in, each grabbing at a side of Ryuji's ankle. If he can latch on, his leg snaps out to knock Yamazaki off his footing while he pulls his arms apart, twisting Ryuji's ankle in the process. The overall effect would be to send Yamazaki spinning around by his leg and fall to the ground pretty heavily.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Yamazaki with Quick Throw.
- Power hit! -
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Yamazaki 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
He had to admit, that was something he didn't quite see coming. His left foot managed to skitter back onto the ground just a moment before he was sent into a brief whirlwind of motion. There was a loud /crack!/ as Yamazaki went face-first to the pavement below, but not a moment passed before he was up to his feet again, grinning as widely as ever. "Shit. I must be gettin' rusty in my old age." The blonde thug shakes his head for a moment, then his right hand slips back into its pocket. "Gotta give ya credit, Big, caught me right proper. Not gonna happen a second time." He tilts his head to the left, audibly cracking his neck before he turns his left shoulder down. It looks, for a moment, as if that arm loses all life; dangling as if it were a sack of meat. Then, Yamazaki jerks his shoulder back up, and the arm takes motion, flashing out faster than the untrained eye of the common onlooker can follow; aiming the leather-clad hand up for a swift blow across Mr. Big's face.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Mr.Big with Snake Tamer.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
Mr.Big puts a fist into the other hand, cracking his knuckles as he watches Yamazaki flip over and fall according to plan. "We'll see, pal. I can nail you once, I can nail you again." As he talks, he crouches low to snap up his batons, spinning one in his fingers as he straightens up.
...Just in time to get -nailed- across the face with a lightning face punch. The force is enough to send Big spinning away a feet feet, the heel of his fine Italian shoe grinding into the concrete. He comes to a stop, putting the back of his hand against the struck spot. "Nice one," he allows, reaching up to straight his sunglasses, which had been knocked askew. "Better hope you can do that again before I knock you out." He spins around to face Yamazaki, dipping low into a crouch as he does so. He sweeps the tip of one baton along the ground, a spark igniting at the lowest point. As the baton's path continues up to point at Ryuji, the spark blooms into a wave of waist-height fire, racing along the ground toward Yamazaki. "Catch!"
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki reflects Ground Blaster from Mr.Big with Bai Gaeshi.
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Yamazaki 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
An eyebrow arches for a moment as he watches the spark flicker to life between baton and concrete. As the incoming fire races towards him, growing in size, so does the grin that's growing across Yamazaki's face. "Whatever you say, boss." The black-clad gangster crouches down, and his right hand flares up in a sudden burst of purple as the fire is literally picked up from the ground and taken into that arm. Just as quickly, Ryuji brings that arm up and across his body, and another grin is tossed right back. "Catch!" The purple flame-enshrouded hand is brought back down and across his body, sending a good-sized ball of fire across the ring right back at Big.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Mr.Big with Reflected Ground Blaster.
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Yamazaki 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
Reflected in Big's sunglasses, the fire wave fades quickly...and then grows even faster. The grin slips from Big's face, his eyebrows raising. "Shit, I forgot you could-"
*WHAM* The wave slams into Big, knocking his legs out from under him and sending him crashing to the ground, barely preventing his shades from breaking with a quick thrust of an arm. "Goddamn that hurts," he mutters. "Awright," he grunts, straightening back up. There's still a hint of a smirk on his face, but he looks a lot more serious now than a moment ago. "Wanna play it soft, we'll play it soft." He tugs on his coat, settling it around his shoulders more comfortably. "Wanna play it hard, we'll play it hard." He settles into a ready stance, side on to Yamazaki, batons held at both sides. "Come and get me, bitch."
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big gathers his will.
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Ryuji Yamazaki flexes the fingers of his right hand, then pulls the fingerless leather glove back taut again as a few wisps of flame crackle off the tips of his fingers. He straightens up, then tilts his head, cracking his neck again as Big picks himself up off the ground. While Big straightens his coat, Yamazaki cracks the knuckles of his right hand, then the knuckles of the left. "Never said t'bring it soft in the first place, Big. If you're gonna kick my ass, damn well better believe you're gonna have t'earn it." He grins for a moment, then tilts forward into a sudden dead run, throwing his entire weight into the strides as he rushes right at his opponent. "Cause HERE I COME, BITCH!" Every step is accompanied by that shrill, cackling laughter of his as he brings his right hand up and across in a fierce punch that, whether intentionally or not, breezes past Mr. Big's head. The feint comes when he turns his hand and shifts his weight, trying to get a good grip on the back of that shiny bald head and pull Big over. Should he be able to get a grip, the blonde-dyed head comes down to meet sunglasses-clad head in a rather savage headbutt, and it's only when the two heads collide that the blonde's chi will refocus itself right on the point of contact for a small explosion right in Big's face.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Yamazaki's Bomb Headbutt.
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Mr.Big seems content to let Yamazaki drive headlong at him, shades flashing in the setting sun. He glances side to side, his smile growing as he sees the cameras trained on him. His attention turns back to the almost-there Yamazaki on the word bitch, just in time to barely move his head to the side to avoid the punch. ..Hell, he didn't have to move far at all. Wasn't like he was even trying...ah hah.
The moment Big feels that hand clamp down on the back of his head, he moves. Rather than let Yamazaki control the headbutt, he bows his head, ramming the top of his skull straight up into Yamazaki's forehead, minimizing the pain that rocks his brain suddenly. The explosion goes off, of course, adding to the ringing in his ears, and likely prevents Yamazaki from getting too badly hurt himself.
What -will- hurt, of course, is the growing electric spark crackling loudly between the tips of Big's batons, which are pointed at Yamazaki's chest. With a roar, Big shoves the batons forward, the spark blooming into a gigantic ball of lightning, thunder filling the arena as Big does his very best to tazer the -fuck- out of Yamazaki.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Yamazaki with MAX Blaster Wave.
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Yamazaki 1/-======/=======|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Ow. Ow, ow, ow, ow, fucking OW.
There was one thing that Yamazaki had forgotten about, having gone so long without seeing his higher-ranking compadre in a fight. Those tazers hurt like a /bitch/.
Ryuji lights up like a Christmas decoration right before toppling to the ground like a fallen tree, complete with the loud /thud/ as he lands. There's a bit of smoke wafting off his clothes as he picks himself back up from the ground; but, oddly enough, he's still grinning like a damned fool. "Fuckin' 'ay, Big. Forgot about those damned toys you got." He shakes his head a little bit as he steadies his feet underneath him. "Damned good thing my hair was already standin' on end, huh?" It takes him a moment to settles back into a comfortable stance, letting the shivers work their way out of his knees before he dips back into the good ol' basics. His right hand takes a moment to flip into his vest, moving nearly like lightning as a switchblade is slipped out, flipped open, and unceremoniously tossed across the ring.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Mr.Big with Thrown Object.
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Mr.Big reaches up to rub his bald head once Yamazaki flies away, grimacing at the pain. Can't do -that- too often these days. "Forget about my boys, and they'll turn on ya," he replies, moving forward to press the attack.
The switchblade comes out pretty fast, and even though Big sees it, he isn't able to twist aside quickly enough, and the knife sinks into his bicep near the shoulder. "Fuck!" he growls, his advance slowed. He reaches up, yanking the blade out of his arm with barely a wince. "Goddamn blades." Without much fanfare, he whips the knife back at Yamazaki before starting forward again. This time he snaps his batons together, the whole thing becoming a solid staff.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki blocks Mr.Big's Thrown Object.
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Ryuji Yamazaki decides, for whatever reason, that he's going to be a bastard. Instead of taking care of the blade the normal way, he reaches a hand up and, quite literally, snatches it out of the air by the blade. Sure, it cuts into his hand comes, but it's flashy. He flips it over once in his hand, then flips the switchblade closed again. "Good arm, Big, good arm." He slips the blade back into its vest pocket before brushing his hands clean again. "Glad I flew in when I did; best fight I've had in months... BUT." The grin returns two-fold on his face again as, once again, he starts to charge forward.. "IT'S TIME TO END THIS!" Once again, the high-pitched, psychotic cackle starts to echo in his throat as his heels click against the concrete... then, he launches himself into the air at the last possible second, throwing his shoulder up in an attempt to take the big man right off his feet.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki successfully hits Mr.Big with Drill.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Yamazaki 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
... and the shoulder did connect. As he brought Mr. Big up off the ground, his right hand flashed into the air, and his palm landed smack-dab in the middle of the big man's face. Then, gravity would take over, and he would yank that same arm downward, bringing the big bald head down to the concrete as the first thing that would land. All of Yamazaki's weight went along with it, and as soon as he landed, his feet were skittering across the concrete again, dragging his large compadre along for the ride for a good few feet. All the while, the cackling got louder and louder until he straightened back up again, then his right foot came up, driving the heel of that fine wingtip right down into Big's ribs and stomach once, twice, three, four times, then his foot came back to deliver a swift kick right to the ribcage. He hopped back a couple steps, then, a few brief cackles of laughter residing still as he clenched his hand into a fist again. "And that's what fuckin' happens when ya bring out the big guns, Big! Remember it!"
...Okay, so Yamazaki does creep Big out. Just a bit. That laughter is fucking -creepy-, man. Big's step falters a little, and he shifts his momentum to try and jink away, but that misstep was all Yamazaki needed. His shoulder charge catches Big, and the boss has no choice to go along for the ride. He brings his staff up to try and turn an attack, but it snaps in two when Yamazaki's foot slams into it.
Several vicious kicks later, Big waits until Yamazaki's backed off and gloating, then pushes himself up gingerly. He starts coughing, and leans over to spit out the blood collecting in his mouth. "I'm getting too old for this shit," he mutters, rolling his neck. "Good fight, Ryuji," he says in a louder voice. "I think I'm done. You still got that killer instinct. Good man. Did you remember not to let down your guard?"
With the last words, a flare-up of blue light explodes behind Big's back, and he whips his arm around to fling the baton at Yamazaki, the entire metal rod bathed in deadly electricity.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Yamazaki blocks Mr.Big's Blaster Wave.
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Ryuji Yamazaki hmms? "'Course n--.." Of course, he did. He was too busy gloating to remember. It's that flare of light, though, that brings Ryuji back into reality. Bruised, battered arms cross over his chest again, and the grin fades as he grits his teeth while another heavy excess of electricity goes shooting through his body. "Fuuu--u-u-uUu_U_U_Uuuuck!" The rod finally drops down, and Yamazaki drops to a knee before straightening back up again. "Goddamnit, Big, I'm not a battery..." An involuntary shudder runs up the thug's spine, then he walks over and offers the boss a hand. "Up to yer damn feet, now. Can't go beatin' yer ass too badly when y'got a business t'run."
Mr.Big smirks as he watches Yamazaki take the last bit of juice he's able to muster for the time being. Hey, they wouldn't be Southtown gangsters if they didn't play dirty, the head gangster least of all. He's already pushing himself to his feet when Yamazaki comes over, and he clasps the bigger guy's hand to pull himself up straight. "Hell, that was just some entertainment for the kids at home." Big shifts his coat, regaining his self-possession. "Not a bad workout, though."
The two girls that had been watching from the limo step out gracefully again, slinking over to the two guys. White Dress bounces over to where Big's baton lies, scooping it up and handing it to Big, who pockets it smoothly. Red Dress leans against Big's side, but White Dress turns to Yamazaki with a big smile. "This is Felicia, Ryuji. She'll take care of ya tonight." Big grins, putting an arm around the other girl. "C'mon, Morrie, let's go watch me on TV. Good seein' ya 'gain, Ryuji."
Ryuji Yamazaki helps the big man up to his feet, then turns and looks as White Dress comes walking over his way. The smirk is replaced with a grin before he puts an arm around her waist. "Good seein' ya too, Big. Be seein' ya again soon, I imagine." A brief salute is given to the head gangster, then Ryuji, with Felicia in tow, turns and heads out of the ring. The speakers crackle to life as the announcer's voice booms again, "OH! MY! GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT ENDING, PEOPLE!? THE WINNER; THE VICIOUS; THE BRUTAL.. RYUJI YAMAZAKI!" Once again, the blonde thug just rolls his eyes as the driver of the Lincoln pulls the back door open. White Dress gets in first, then Ryuji, then the driver takes his place, and the town car backs away from the ring.
COMBATSYS: Yamazaki has ended the fight here.
Log created by Mr.Big, and last modified on 18:36:09 05/03/2005.