Description: Fizzle in the hizzle, fo' shizzle.
Night falls over Southtown with a brisk chill, the clear sky lit by innumerable stars and a near-full moon, the streets thinning out a bit as the evening drags onward and all the good citizens head home for their beds. At least, the good, standard, hard-working citizens. For his part, Ryu has just begun to head into the city in search of food and relaxation, the day's training ebbing at least for the time-being as he pads calmly down the sidewalk, a white duffel hung over one shoulder as his dark eyes consider his surroundings thoughtfully, considering the different signs and establishments with a sort of pensive deliberation. Where to eat tonight, hmmmmm...
Ryu wont have ta worry `bout where ta eat tonight, coz hes `bout ta git a mouthful of Bisons FIST.
The boxa is, once -again-, out on collection dizzle - perpetratin' tha streets of tha busy district in his fancy BMW, a different pair of thugs sitt'n in tha backseat T-H-to-tha-izzan on his last job. Seems like tha Syndicate have a vast resevoir of random goons ta pull on fo` this sizzort of th'n. Th work day is jizzle beginn'n fo` tha massive boxa, n tha first stizzop on his list is a Chinese restaurant - The Jade Dragon or some shiznit.
Com'n ta a blunt-rollin' hold as he swerves tha ride into a spendin' spot, barely miss'n an impact wit tha two ridez parked on wanna be gangsta side . Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. "Aight, lets git this shit done quick, boys," comments Bison ta tha goons in tha biznack, before bustin' off tha ride n open'n tha door. Spendin' onto tha sidewalk, he starts ta stroll into tha restaurant - flanked by tha two thugs.
Hmm, the Jade Dragon... One word in particular catches Ryu's eye - Buffet. Of course, that only holds his attention as long as it takes the burly boxer and his hangers-on to pull up and make their rather ominous (and inarticulate) entry into the restaurant. Somehow, the World Warrior doubts that this particular posse is in the neighbourhood for the exceptional pork buns, and that suspicion along with the boxer's recent actions towards Shingo and Sakura pretty much decide Ryu's course for him, the young champion striding smoothly across the street and towards the door a few moments after Bison and his goonsquad, Ryu's face a stern mask of neutral alertness. His attention and readiness don't falter as he slips inside, scanning over the establishment both to pinpoint the boxer and divine his intentions, and to take a measure of the surroundings in case things get... out of hand.
The trio of syndicate thugs step into tha chinese buffet, draw'n tha gaze of several patrons - many of them star'n at tha massive bison in particizzles now pass the glock Anotha dogg house production.. some of tha more street smizzart individuals in attendance is well aware of what tha group is there fo` - its a relatively well-known fact amongst certain groups in tha hood that if a business doesnt pay tha mob insurance.. well, it wizzy be open fo` miznuch longa 'n shit.
A tizzy chinese dawg steps out tha kitchen, weed-smokin' no fizzy as he strolls up ta tha brotha n his goons. "Here!" he sez harshly, shovin' an envelope at bisons chizzest wit one hand, "Take your fucking money and get out!."
Look'n dizzown at tha mizzle Mike eventually lets out a dizzle chuckle, glanc'n over his shot calla ta makes sure that tha two goons accompany'n him laugh as W-to-tha-izzell. "Check out tha attitude on this motherfucka'. It'd be a good idea ta lose that, you lanky bitch."
It's more than obvious to Ryu what the group is there for, as well. Although this exchange seems to be going a fair bit smoother than other incidents of extortions the World Warrior has witnessed, he's not got the faith in Bison to expect it to stay that way, and Ryu crosses away from the door at an angle. Without going too far into the restaurant, the Ansatsuken master places himself off to the periphery of the boxer's vision, crossing his arms over his chest and waiting, the attention he'd normally garner somewhat mitigated by the impending sense of violent threat hanging over the Chinese buffet. Even so, that doesn't make Ryu hard to notice... Partly for the centered, massive charge of inner chi, partly for the familiarly muscular figure in the white gi just on the corner of Bison's vision.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Ryu has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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M.Bison 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ryu
Stepp'n brotha ta tha restaurant managa', Bisons chuckles tizzay dizzle n dangerous, tha shot calla tower'n over tha dawg n sport'n a twisted gizzy n shit. "Youd betta think twice before talk'n, especially whizzay yoe around me, gots thizzay. .. .."
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"Oh SHIT!"
Yes, it would appear that Bison did indeed notice Ryu out of the corner of his eye, glancing there and away quickly, before slowly turning back. What are the odds of -that-? It doesn't really matter to the boxer, because the Ansatsuken master is here, and obviously able to deduce the fact that he's doing -something- illegal.
Pointing at the white-gi clad man, Bison turns to yell at his lackeys. "Get him! The karate fucker! GO!" After his bellowed orders, the boxer stashes the cash-filled envelope in one of the pockets of his leather jacket and then gets the -hell- out of there. Shoving the Chinese man to the floor, Bison takes off running towards the kitchen, clearly planning on exiting out the back.
As he runs away, the two thugs run toward an inevitable ass-kicking, obviously unaware of Ryu's reputation. Both of them come to a stop at the same time, and throw out identical kicks, thrusting their boot-clad feet out for either side of the Japanese man's chest.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Ryu with Fierce Punch.
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M.Bison 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Ryu
Inexplicably, Ryu gets absolutely pounded by the less than skilled goons, despite the ample warning and the distance they had to cross to get to him... Go figure. He must just be off his game tonight. Taking the double-crunch to the chest, the World Warrior is knocked back against the wall, leaving a rather substantial indentation in it with his back, a rather pronounced grunt of pain announcing the thugs' demise... As Ryu veritably bursts back through them, a fist finding ribcage as his other hand chops across for the back of the second thug's neck. Though the pair is readily discounted as Bison darts off, and Ryu sprints after, weaving past suddenly alarmed patrons and owner and into the kitchen, intent on catching Mike outside the back door.
COMBATSYS: Ryu focuses on his next action.
Glancing at eachother and laughing as their kick forces the gi-clad Ryu back into the wall, the two goons don't even have time to look back before they're caught with one powerful punch each. They might be able to dish it out, but they sure can't take it - the two thugs collapse to the ground, one clutching a broken rib and the other knocked out cold.
However, they managed to serve their purpose - giving Bison a chance to get a major headstart. The boxer glances around just before he disappears behind the kitchen door, noticing that the Ansatsuken master was closing in on him fast. When Ryu enters the kitchen, he's met with what might be a surprise. Bison didn't keep running towards the back door, but instead decides to try and get the drop on his pursuer. As Ryu steps through the door, he's met with a brutal stab towards his right arm - the Syndicate thug wielding a butcher knive with a savage grin on his face.
"You just had to come lookin' for me again, didn't you?!"
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Ryu with Random Weapon.
- Power hit! -
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M.Bison 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Ryu
Well now, that is a surprise. Normally, Ryu would have little trouble weaving around such an attack, but... hunger must be catching up with him, and coupling with the ambush to leave him absolutely mauled by the knife, managing somehow to twist into it rather than away, a massive gouge carved up his muscular arm and into his side, a voluminous rush of blood running out from the deep, gory cut that would be more than life-threatening in a lesser man. Ryu doesn't fare much better with it, however, stumbling back into the pots and pans with a loud metallic crash as he slams backwards hard, left with little option but to push past the searing pain and focus on instinct, and regaining /some/ advantage over his dangerous opponent. To that end, the World Warrior brings his hands up to his side, moving past the agony and focusing a tremendous surge of reddish chi between splayed fingers, the superheated flames rushing together and immediately building to heated intensity well beyond anything the establishment's grill is capable of, the burst of napalmy wrath hurled in point-blank at the burly boxer with a fierce shout of, "Hadoooouken!!!" Ryu may be damn hurt, now... But he's not going to just stand there and take it, either.
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits M.Bison with Shakunetsu Hadouken.
- Power hit! -
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M.Bison 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Ryu
The sadistic look on Bison's face would definitely be terrifying to a normal person, grinning dangerously, his eyes opening wide as he watches the blood flow out of the wound. Wow. He was -hoping- that would happen. Bellowing with deep laughter, the massive boxer tosses the blood-soaked knife to the side, the weapon clanging into some pots and pans. Most of the cooking staff has fled the scene by now, obviously scared of the big scary man stabbing people.
If they would've stuck around, they might have seen that Bison isn't so big and scary after all.. at least not compared to some people. Being struck dead in the middle of the chest by the massive bloom of crimson chi, the Syndicate thug goes flying back through the air. His hefty body is carried straight into one of the many steel cooking counters in the kitchen, striking it and then falling forward onto both knees.
"Mother.. Motherfucker.." growls Bison through pain-clenched teeth, pushing himself back to his feet to reveal that there's a large hole burnt in the front of his black shirt, revealing his chest. Reaching out with one hand, the boxer grabs a pot of boiling water and swiftly tosses it towards the martial artist.
COMBATSYS: Ryu overcomes Thrown Object from M.Bison with Hadouken.
The instants bought by blasting Bison back are just what Ryu needed... A moment to collect himself, re-center his focus, and generally push past the quick sequence of dangerous ambushes to fully involve himself in the fight that's here and now. Of course, that's just what the World Warrior does, holding a defensive posture as big Mike crashes backwards, the young champion's eyes darting to the dangerous pot of super-hot water as the boxer brings it forward.... And Ryu follows suit, after a fashion, sweeping his own arms forward, palms surging with rolling bursts of blue-white chi that burst into a fiercely flaming sphere of bluish energy as the heels of his hands come together before him, a cry of, "Hadooouken!!" announcing that sudden, potent rush of energy as it surges forward and rattles hung pots and pans as it collides with the hurled pot, blasting scalding water back in all directions as it crashes through and bears down on the boxer.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Ryu's Hadouken.
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M.Bison 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Ryu
Oh, right. The Hadoukens. He almost forgot about those.
As the steel pot's forward momentum is stopped and reversed by the ball of chi, Bison brings both his thick forearms up to protect himself against the projectile. It slams into him, but the massive man doesn't even budge, simply lowering his arms and scowling across the kitchen at Ryu. "You're in for a bad night, you stupid bastard! I told you not to come fuck around with me no more!"
Running a few feet to the right, Bison holds his massive arms wide and grabs hold of the large refridgerator placed there. With a small grunt of exertion, the powerful boxer hefts the object up - managing to lift it straight above his head and toss it towards his opponent. "Take THAT!"
COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges M.Bison's Large Thrown Object.
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M.Bison 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Ryu
Ryu spares no words for Bison... After all, it wasn't the legendary nomad who started this one... That was perpetrated by the siccing of the thugs on his person! Either way, though, he's here to finish it, and as Bison hefts and hurls the rather alarming object, Ryu decides to /move/. Darting to the side, the agile warrior is simply out of the way as the massive appliance crashes where he had been standing, spilling foodstuffs and containers all over as its door veritably unhinges, a loud crash-crash-sploooosh of mixed glass and softer stuffs colliding with the tiled floor. Ryu, for his part, leaps up to the counter dividing the kitchen, hands once more at his side from the elevated flank of Bison, a flash of light centered on those cradling palms stealing light from the restaurant and focusing it between splayed fingers, a dark vortex of fearsome chi gleaming to life and attempting to consume air and utensil alike, forks and knives skittering across the metal surface as more strain at their holders, "Shiiiiiinkuuuuuuu...." The World Warrior incants, drawing more and more energy into the epic blast of chi before releasing the densely packed tidal wave downward at Bison, accompanied by a cry of, "Hadoooooouken!!!" as the wildly coruscating ultimate Hadouken sweeps through the kitchen, absolutely obliterating a number of dishrags in its path, and threatening to consume Mike with that same potent fury.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Ryu's Shinkuu Hadouken.
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M.Bison 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 Ryu
Ryu -totally- had this coming! He should've been smart enough to not get spotted by Bison. He should've ran in terror!
Snorting loudly in frustration as he watches the nimble Ansatsuken expert evade the thrown fridge, Bison never lets his eyes off the man, watching him as he leaps up onto the counter-top. Even before the first flashes of chi begin to appear, the boxer is relatively sure of what to expect - and so when the massive burst of energy does come sailing through the air his way, he's ready to defend against it.
Bracing his powerful body as best he can, the Syndicate thug absorbs the attack with his arms, the force of the attack sliding him back across the kitchen floor several feet. As soon as the chi dissapates, he's rushing back towards Ryu, leaping up into the air and attempting to strike the man with a straight punch to knock him down off the countertop.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Ryu with Crazy Buffalo.
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M.Bison 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Ryu
His punch impacting the Japanese man's chest, it's enough to knock Ryu off the counter and back onto the floor. But Bison is just getting started, landing a few feet away from his opponent and continuing his dash - following it up with three similar straight punches before letting up on the Ansatsuken fighter.
Unf. Ryu is forcibly disengaged from his makeshift perch by boxer fist, the subsequent attacks crashing home against his frame powerfully indeed, driving him back with each follow-up punch, Mike's capable arms giving the Ansatsuken master's chest no shortage of raw pain. Gritting his teeth as he struggles to keep his balance, Ryu nonetheless finds himself knocked to a sliding crouch on the floor, a palm his sole salvation from eating tile as his dark eyes turn up towards the boxer, burning with an intense focus and no small measure of fiery passion, the World Warrior beaten, bloody, but not about to surrender. Instead, he rushes right back in at the larger fighter, right fist cocking down at his side, only to be brought up in an underhand blow aimed to connect squarely with Bison's ribcage, an air-stealing shot rather potent on its own, but meant mainly to allow for the follow-up.... Ryu drops low once more, bluish chi trailing his form in an incandescent blur as his legs reverse his momentum, sending him straight up at Mike's chest and face with a sky-reaching right fist leading, the rising uppercut enunciated by a forceful shout, "Shooooooryuuuuuuuken!!!!!"
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Ryu's Shin Shoryuken.
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M.Bison 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 Ryu
His entire massive form shaking with laughter, Bison watches his opponent slide backwards with a grin on his face. "Pathetic! Either I've got better, or you've got worse.. probably both!" mocks the boxer, his experience with defending against punches coming in handy once again as he intercepts his opponent's punch before it can strike his ribcage. It's the difference between Bison getting hit by and blocking the next attack - his thick forearms crossing in front of his body. Absorbing the powerful impact of Ryu's shoryukens with a bellow that comes from either pain or determination, the massive man is still liften a foot or two off the ground.
Landing on his feet a few moments before the Japanese man does, Bison is given a chance to prepare his next attack. When Ryu's feet touch the ground, he's met with a brutal, double-fisted punch raining down on the top of his head from above, courtesy of the mountainous thug.
COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges M.Bison's Ultimate Wild Smash.
When Ryu's fist connects with the noticeably different surface of Bison's forearms, the World Warrior knows he's going to be in for a brutal follow-up... One of the (few) problems with the Shoryuken, really, is the fact that people /love/ to capitalize on it when it doesn't work out quite like intended. A graceful rotation concludes Ryu's upwards rise, and as he drops, his body is already tensing to move. The instant his feet touch down, he pushes off, darting left a split-second before Mike's fists hammer him into the unforgiving floor. Weaving aside from the attack, the narrow kitchen aisle remains the battleground of choice as Ryu attempts to grab at the remnants of the boxer's shirt, or the chest beyond with a grip that carries a steely determination and forcefulness. Assuming he finds purchase there, Ryu rolls backwards, head narrowly avoiding the cabinets as he drags Mike down with him, slamming out at the boxer's ribcage with his right foot at the bottom of the motion, intent on hurling him clear, quite fiercely... and hopefully into something hard.
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits M.Bison with Tomoe Nage.
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M.Bison 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Ryu
By the time Bison realizes his brutal, downward smash has missed it's target he finds himself gripped by his swift opponent. From there, it's only a short flight into one of the other streel refridgerators littering the kitchen, the front of the object being absolutely brutalized from the boxer's impact. It's likely they'll need a new door, considering the size of the dent he just left in it.
Falling down to the cold kitchen floor, it looks as though Mike is out for the count.. that is, until he begins to slowly get back to his feet. His face looking absolutely savage and feral, the boxer takes two stomping steps towards his opponent, punching his fists together and eyeing him dangerously.
And then he simply.. collapses back down to the ground.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison takes no action.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison can no longer fight.
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Rolling to his feet as the boxer is hurled clear, Ryu's dark eyes focus intently on his opponent, ignoring the blood and bruising over his form to hold to a ready defense, standing lightly on his feet, ready to move if the need arises... And when it doesn't, and Mike simply falls face-down to the floor, Ryu finally takes the moment to relax, clutching at his torn side and arm with the opposite appendage, several deep, hastily drawn breaths easing some of the exhaustion as he walks over to the phone mounted on the kitchen wall. And who does he call? The Southtown PD? No, Ryu knows better than that, he's been around this city and heard enough by now to know that crime doesn't exactly go oft-punished. Nope... the digits that are punched in, the organization reached out to... is Interpol. That's right, Mike Bison. Unconcious in the Jade Dragon in Southtown, with an envelope of 'protection' money.
COMBATSYS: Ryu has ended the fight here.
Log created by M.Bison, and last modified on 12:42:12 02/22/2005.