SNF 2005.03 - Vice vs Bison

Description: This log is rated 'M' for 'M.Bison knocks the stuffing out of Vice.' (Winner: M.Bison)

Outside the club, it was a reasonably normal night. And other than the muted sounds of pumping bass, it appeared to be quiet. Inside, however, was another matter. Loud, loud music filled the club, a various assortment of colourfully dressed clubbers dancing on the dancefloor, or just resting and chatting at one of the tables, somehow able to communicate over the loud music beats. But then suddenly, the music cuts out, leaving only the chatter, and sounds of movement sounding in thearea. And on the speakers, a high-pitched male voice shouts.

The crowd begins to react loudly, some cheering, some shouting words such as "Fight!" or even the occasional, "Blood!".

"THAT'S RIIIIIGHT! IT'S A FIGHT!" the voice shouts, somehow growing even louder. And the crowd erupts with noise. And with that, the curtains on the stage in the area slide open, revealing nothing but a cleared, flat, solid wood stage. The lights dim all throughout the club, but for multicoloured lights, seemingly one for each hue, shine upon the stage. The air begins to fill with the sound of a simple, loud bass beat, the noise rising above the cheer of the crowd. "YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT. AND NOW YOU GOT THE VIOLENZZZE!" he shouts, as other instruments begin to add unto the beat, giving it a vaguely techno-esque sound. "OUR FIRST CONTENDER, VIIIIIIICE!" And at the prompting, the Orochi woman slinks from somewhere unto the stage, admist cat-calls, and cheers. She was dressed as she was most known, wearing hercrimson and black dress. As she steps unto the stage, she falls unto her front, catching her fall with her hands. And then, thrusting her chest out before herself as she flows to her feet in a stretch. Her pleasured moan she moaned whilst doing so was likely drowned out by the chorus of noise from both music, and crowd.

Bison, meanwhile, has been sitting at the bar for the past few hours - steadily downing shots as he prepares for his scheduled fight to commence. Naturally, more than a few people have recognized him thus far, and a few of the 'loved up' clubbers even attempted to give the massive man a big hug. The rest of them got the hint that doing so isn't the best idea after the boxer flattened the first guy who tried to do so. Now, the sexy females he has no problem with - in fact, he's in the middle of chatting one up by the bar when he hears the announcer's voice boom over the speakers.
"Ah, shit.." mutters Bison, downing his last shot of scotch and planting a kiss on the cheek of the blonde woman sitting next to him. "Gotta go take care of some business, baby. Don't go too far."
"AND OUR SECOND CONTENDER FOR THE EVENING.. THE RICH, THE INFAMOUS, THE BAD-ASS PIMP.. MIKE "FUCK YOUR MOTHER" BIIIIIIIIISON!" Getting up off of his stool, the boxer begins to walk towards the stage as the DJ pumps out his theme music.. since the massive man is something of a regular, well-known figure at this club, he gets special treatment.
o/~ If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go on brush ya shoulders off.. ladies is pimps, too, go on brush ya shoulders off..
The pounding bass of the Jay-Z tracks practically shakes the stage as Bison pushes his way through the crowd, a few people slapping him on the arm or groping him as he walks through the mass of people. Stepping up onto the wooden stage, the massive man cracks his neck to both sides as he eyes Vice with a grin. "You look kinda familiar.. You work at a strip club or somethin'?" asks the boxer, as his music dies down - only to be replaced with some generic, pumping techno track.

This music was hideous. Or so thought the red-haired Orochi woman. Still... the underlying beat was making her heart beat faster. They say music could calm the savage beast... but this faster, louder stuff seemed to be exciting her. And in response to Bison's question/taunt, Vice only chuckles brightly, the sound quiet at first, but eventually rising above the music. As she does so, she hunches forward, and allows her arms to dangle before herself, her fingers curling and uncurling with almost fidgety motions. "You left me in a alley..." Vice says in a excited tone of voice, her eyes locked on the man's chest, before they shift up to lock unto his eyes. "Too much booze?" she asks lightly, before the corners of her mouth twitch upwards in a strange smile. Then, she moves.
Counter to the beat pounding through the club, Vice's boots clack against the wooden floor of the arena. And when she gets close to the boxer, she would drop one of her arms, and slam her shoulder into him, the force of the strong impact hopefully knocking him back.

COMBATSYS: Vice has started a fight here.

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Vice             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: M.Bison has joined the fight here.

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

COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Vice's Mayhem.

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

"No such thing", replies Bison with a smile - after all, the massive man can -never- have too much alcohol floating around in his system. The very concept is laughable! Ha! Ha! Rolling his shoulders and throwing out a few quick jabs into the air in front of him, the boxer warms up as he keeps a close eye on his opponent. He doesn't -remember- leaving her in an alley.. but then again, there's a lot of stuff he doesn't remember. For instance, who he slept with last night, and why it burns when he pees.
As the woman comes rushing in towards him, Bison simply stands his ground and lets Vice run full-force, shoulder-first, into his midsection. If she was hoping on knocking the brutish man backwards, even an inch, she's to be disappointed when he doesn't even -flinch- from the impact. It's going to take a bit more than that to get the massive man to budge.
"Hahahah!" laughs the boxer, before his right hand lashes out towards Vice's throat - attempting to close his massive palm around her windpipe..

COMBATSYS: Vice blocks M.Bison's Strong Throw.

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

Without so much as a grunt of exertion, Bison hefts the woman high up into the air, keeping her held aloft for a few moments as he takes this opportunity to mock her a bit. "Oh, please.. I was hoping this would be a bit of a fucking challenge.." he says, doing his best to sound disappointed before he forcefully slams Vice back down to the ground.

And despite her best efforts, the Orochi woman was snagged by the throat, and lifted into the air. But that didn't mean she was out of options. Replying to Bison's taunt with a snarl, Vice nonetheless snaps her legs up, wrapping them around the big man's midsection as he begins to slam her. Curling herself so that her back hit the floor first, instead of her head, the resulting /WHUMP/ sound that echoed throughout the club, despite Vice's efforts to the opposite, draws a cheer from the crowd. Bison was the resident favourite, after all.
And thus, Bison's little slam probably didn't do quite as much damage as he hoped. Disengaging her legs from around Bison's middle, the woman then flows to her feet, attempting to grab him by both legs, one with each hand. If that works, she would yank backwards, intending to make him fall to the ground, before she steps back, and with a shout of effort, throw him straight into the air with all the strength she could muster.

COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Vice's Black End.

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

Now it's Bison's turn to take a little trip.. but he too knows how to make a fall hurt less.. a -lot- less. As he slams back down to the hard wooden floor, the massive man makes sure to fall on his side - his solid, powerful right arm absorbing most of the impact. "Heh.." chuckles Bison as he gets back to his feet, "Nice to see you've got a few tricks up your sleeves, lady.."
Casually raising his fists to chest-level and hopping lightly on both feet, the massive man adopts his boxing stance as he sizes up his opponent from a short distance away. "I would've hated this to be another one-sided shit-kicking on my end. Now come on, let's see what else you've got to offer!"
Charging back in towards Vice, the bottom of his boots stomping on the wooden stage as he approaches with fearsome speed, Bison rears back his right fist. Approaching striking distance, the big man throws out a single, brutally powerful straight punch aimed square for the woman's face.

COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Vice with Dash Straight.

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

Whether by luck, or design, the beats of the music had begun crescendo, reaching the loudest point as Bison's fist impacts with Vice's face, snapping the woman's head back as she falls backwards with the force of the blow, landing painfully on the floor of the stage to the loud cheers of those in the club. But despite the power of the blow, Vice did not stay down long. Recovering her wits with a shake of her head, the woman rises to her feet, and lunges at Bison, attempting to grab him by the hips. "Fuckin' FILTH! DIE!" And with that, she would yank him up off of his feet, shakily spin him upside down over her shoulder, before slamming his head, or shoulders into the ground.

COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Vice's Mithan's Robe.

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

Turning away from Vice as his blow sends her falling backwards, Bison raises both his hands into the air - eliciting an even louder cheer from the assembled crowd. Or at least those who aren't too busy dancing to notice.. not that there are many people in the club who -aren't- watching the fight. Even the loved up ravers have taken a short break from dancing to witness the brutal match taking place in the middle of the club.
Unfortunately, pausing to work the crowd has allowed his opponent to get back to her feet. Feeling his midsection gripped by the woman, the boxer does his best to stay grounded - but ultimately fails, sailing up into the air and headed on a collision course back down to the floor. However, moments before impact, Bison is able to raise both his hands above his head - palms striking the hard wooden surface first and absorbing much of the damage that the throw would've caused.
Quickly scrambling off the floor, Bison gets to one knee and then remains in that position. But only for a split-second, just enough to gather his bearings and pump himself up for the next attack.. which comes in the form of an uppercut, the massive man practically -exploding- off the ground as he aims to crack Vice under the chin.
"Nah, I won't be doing that anytime soon!"

COMBATSYS: Vice blocks M.Bison's Uppercut Punch.

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

Well, Vice got hit. Although it wasn't quite in the way Bison planned, most likely. As Bison charges her, Vice straightens herself up to a straighter posture, her arms going out to her sides for balance... and sidesteps. The problem with all that was... she didn't sidestep fast enough. The blow clips her on the shoulder... thankfully missing her chest..., and knocks the woman back three steps, just by the sheer power of the punch. "Miserable little -FILTH-!" Vice snaps, lunging forward and extending both arms as she tries to grasp the boxer around the throat...

COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits M.Bison with Withering Atlas.

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

...and Vice's iron grip tightens around the throat of the boxer. With a shout of victory, she pushes forward, jerking the man to the mat with a chokeslam. But she doesn't end there. Her powerful legs bend, and send her into the air, the woman landing knee-first... in Bison's gut.

Standing back to both feet, Bison doesn't have a chance to do much of -anything- before he feels the woman's deceptively strong hands tighten around his neck, eliciting a strangled growl from the massive man. Before he can break her grip, he gets slammed down to the ground with a painful chokeslam, the boxer remaining laid out on the floor long enough for Vice to leap into the air and come down with both knees right into his gut. Well.. there's worse places she could've aimed for, that's for damn sure. Still, the impact is enough to drive the air out of the big man's lungs.
But he doesn't -need- oxygen to -beat the crap out of Vice-. His long grip allowing him to reach the woman's collar - while still flat on the ground - with his left hand, he aims to grab it tightly and keep her from escaping close quarters..

COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Vice with Ultimate Wild Smash.

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

A grin spreading across his face as he grabs the woman's collar tightly, Bison rears back with his right hand to deliver three brutal, jaw-cracking punches to her face. With each impact, the crowd roars louder, obviously enjoying the show. Pulling back for one final blow, the boxer delivers a solid punch straight to Vice's right breast, with enough force to send her flying off his prone form.

Jaw-cracking punches? Thankfully, Vice was much sturdier than she perhaps appears, still, her head snaps back with each of the blows. And the final one does knock her from the prone form of the boxer, a shriek leaving her lips as pain lances through her body. Rising to her feet, Vice closes her eyes as she waits for the pain to subside, gritting her teeth together harshly. This short delay, of course, allowed Bison to get back up. And when Vice snaps her eyes open once more, there was a certain look in her unsteady gaze. "I'm gonna -FUCKING- break you to pieces!" she shouts, before dashing towards the man. But before she would reach him... she would skid to a stop, and throw herself backwards in a backflip. When her feet would pass Bison's neck, Vice would quickly attempt to clamp them around his neck, bringing him along with the backflip to smash the top of his head into the wooden floor.
But if she got that far... she wouldn't be done yet, oh no. Tightening her feet around his neck once again, she would again throw herself backwards in a similar backflip, wrenching Bison along... but at the apex of Bison's ascent, Vice would let him go, hopefully sending him flying into the crowd of his oh-so-adoring fans. It was... a accident on her part, of course.

COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Vice's Negative Gain.

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

Letting out a deep, sadistic chuckle as he hears the shriek of pain leave his opponent's lips, Bison takes this opportunity to get back to his feet. Punching both his fists together, the big man just grins as he hears Vice's threat - obviously not worried about her actually carrying it out. However, when she rushes forward he's preparing himself for a straight-forward attack.. not the backflip and neck-grab that follow. His neck caught between the woman's strong legs, Bison finds himself falling towards the ground, smashing head-first into the solid floor.
However, he's not about to make the same mistake twice, and when Vice attempts to perform the same move again, the floored Bison uses his powerful arms to push her legs apart. His neck free from the woman's vice-grip, he's still unable to get back to his feet with the woman standing above him.. so instead, he just snaps a quick punch towards her right knee.

COMBATSYS: M.Bison successfully hits Vice with Medium Punch.

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

Caught in the midst of preparing her next move, Vice was unprepared to her move interrupted. That never quite happened before. Stunned into a fit of blinking, Vice did not even sense the incoming strike to her knee, the blow striking her leg, and knocking her to the floor as she falls over Bison, her head impacting against the floor of the stage below. Rolling away from him, Vice rises quickly to her feet with a growl, and stands there for a few moments, her legs visibly quivering... before she simply falls over, her slight body just draped over the floor of the stage. She wasn't unconcious, however, but she did not get up, her angry-looking eyes just glaring across at Bison as she sucks in heaving breaths. She was done.

COMBATSYS: Vice takes no action.

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M.Bison          0/-------/-----==|

COMBATSYS: Vice can no longer fight.

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M.Bison          0/-------/-----==|

Scrambling back to his feet, Bison seems somewhat surprised when Vice just.. collapses back down to the floor. After all the brutal blows she took through the course of the fight, he's surprised that it was a punch to the knee that ended up taking her out. Shrugging his shoulders, the massive man walks towards the woman's fallen form and puts a foot on her stomach, raising both his hands in victory as the crowd absolutely -explodes- in cheers. The kandy kids in attendance even start throwing glowsticks onto the stage.
The house music dies down as the announcer's voice once again comes out over the massive speakers. "THE WINNER OF THIS BOUT, MIKE "BITCHES AIN'T SHIT" BIIIIISON!" And then, the music once again changes - this time it's some old-school rap, from the classic 'Doggystyle album'.
'o/~ So all my bitches and my niggaz and my niggaz and my bitches, throw ya mothafuckin' hands in the aiiiiir!' To which the crowd complies, practically -everyone- in the club waving their hands high in the air as Bison traverses back and forth along the stage, soaking up the cheers of his adoring fans, 'o/~ And if you don't give a fuck like we don't give a fuck, keep ya mothafuckin' hands in the aiiiir!'

COMBATSYS: M.Bison has ended the fight here.

Log created by M.Bison, and last modified on 11:51:32 05/20/2005.