Shadaloo and You

[evil_chin]

Genessia was in for several shocks. The first of these was when their favorite television programs were arrested in favor of something a little more...red. After the initial static, the image became clear as the inner workings of a tv studio appeared. Suddenly, an ovular, shadowy void appeared in the middle, followed by a bulky, cloaked figure emerging.

It was M. Bison.

"Greetings, worms! It is I, your future ruler and master, M. Bison. I hope you've enjoyed your holidays, for all that is about to end. For New Year's, I've resolved to usher in a new era of pain and suffering. To start with, I will show you the futility of your precious Guardians as they fail to save your city from destruction. Genessia city, to be precise. Channels 3-8 will allow all of you to see your fragile metropolis crumble before your eyes."

To elaborate, each of those channels showed the following:

3. Jack's Bar and Karaoke Club is looking both lively and dead. There's disco musing blaring in the background, but no one's dancing. In fact, all the patrons gaze at a large disco ball on the ceiling, held in a stupor. A muscular man with boxing gloves sits in a chair, grumbling. "Buncha stiffs. What good will brainwashing these punks do?"

4. A Korean woman with skimpy clothing, and a yin-yang symbol in her left eye is seen hunched on the ground, next to the hospital. She gets up to reveal that she has just finished planting C4 charges. With a wicked grin, she turns to the camera, and tosses a detonator up and down. "Come and get it, losers!"

5. The hum and whirr of machinery presents itself to your ears as you see a masked figure with a large claw attached to his arm. To the mechanically astute, they'll recognize it as the Genessia Power Plant. He walks lazily to a control panel, apparently a pretty important one. "How will these hideous wretches survive the cold without power? Feh. Let these ugly flowers wilt." With a gleam, he raises his claw, before cutting the feed.

6. This one's a split screen. On the left, one can see some citizens bound and gagged, next to a strange device they all look very afraid of. It's making a beeping noise. On the right, one gets a glimpse of the coliseum in Attleton. A very large man with an eyepatch has brutally smashed his knee in a would-be contestor. As he crumples to the ground, He turns to the camera. "Weak! Is this truly all your pathetic city has to offer! If you wish to unseat the king, you will have to do better than that!" Looking closer, you can see a device strapped to his chest similar to the one on the previous screen. Perhaps they're connected...

7. Rushing water can be heard as vats of an unknown chemical are moved to and fro by two women, wearing something between a jumpsuit and a sweater. By the dingy look of things, this must be the sewers. More specifically, the water treatment plant.

8. A normal looking suburb, aside from the fact that people are running and screaming. The source of their fear? A large, 2-ton freak with a humanoid form, raging and smashing without the barest trace of intellect or control.

Back to channel 2, Bison was there with an evil grin of his own. "Are you frightened, weaklings? You should be. For I present a nightmare without end. And for dessert, I challenge Captain Hammer himself to display his impotence in the face of this terror for all to see. Don't keep me waiting. Mwuh heh heh heh heh..."
OOC: It begins! In case you couldn't tell, here are the people and their matchups.

Channel 2: Bison & C. Hammer
Channel 3: Balrog & Yang
Channel 4:  Juri & Open!
Channel 5: Vega & Blake
Channel 6: Cherise & Sagat
Channel 7: Juni & Juli, Ruby & Janos
Channel 8: Big, rampaging monster and open!

These aren't set in stone. If your characters wanna gang up on one of the Lords of Shadaloo, by all means! Know, however, that Bison may have to beef up security in kind. Okay it with the original people first, of course, in case they'd prefer a one-on-one. If you don't care for the people and just wanna go to town on some Shadaloo mooks, that works too.

With regards to winning and losing, it's up to you! We can play it out naturally, but I don't mind getting whooped, or succeeding and doing some heavy damage to Genessia's infrastructure.

When you're ready to step into the ring, comment with your characters in the appropriate section.

Comments

Panic at the Disco

[evil_chin]

Man, Balrog always got the crummy jobs. Sitting around starin' at a buncha' morons starin' at a freakin' disco ball. He didn't even get to punch anyone yet! He'd get paid anyway, but hopefully someone else would come along and stir things up.

[solar_flare]

Balrog didn't have long to wait at all before things got interesting. The window shattered as a Shadaloo agent was powered forcefully through it and across the room, smacking straight into the turntable to jog it soundly. The flung man slumped with a groan, as the record skipped ahead to a new song.

To! My! Surprise!

And just what kind of muscular beefcake could fling a man across the room with such ease?

A hundred stories hiiiiigh!

The intruder's fist was still extended, attached to a forearm sheathed in gold plating. Why, it wasn't a beefcake at all, it was a seventeen-year-old blonde chick looking WAY too happy to be there.

People gettin' loose, y'all!

She drew back her arm sharply, resulting in a ka-CLICK as she reloaded her gauntlet and shed a single red shotgun shell.

Gettin' down on the roof! Do you hear?

"Hup!" She jumped through the window, riding boots crunching shards of glass beneath the hard soles as she raised her fists in silent, playful challenge. Let's go, big boy!

[evil_chin]

Bison didn't mention any shotgun gloves. Ah well, he'll knock these chumps any time.

In due time, that is! "Hold it!" He barked as he whipped out a laptop. After some typing, he managed to bring up a virtual display showing the two combatants, as if in a game.

"First I gotta set up my site. Virtual betting is where it's at." A digital scan passed around the room. Don't worry, you won't need an x-ray vest. Afterwards, some numbers flew across the projected display on the wall. Calculating...ding!

Balrog looked with rapt attention. Ratio in favor of Balrog winning...4:1. He stomped on the ground furiously. "Dammit! That means I won't get a good payout for knocking you around." He glared at Yang, as if this were her fault. Note the scanner only took into account the physical composition of the fighters.

"Last chance girly. Gimme all your cash and scram. Gonna be tough getting any guys to call when your teeth are missing."

[solar_flare]

"Guess you don't want my number, then," Yang teased, eyes glittering with amusement. Seriously, the computer thought this guy was going to win? Who says machines are smarter than people?

Burn, baby, burn! Disco inferno!

"Well that's too bad. Nice big strong guy like you, just my type!"

Burn, baby, burn! Burn that mother down.

She strode forward confidently, the asymmetrical white skirt rippling behind her thighs. "Well, except for the part where you helped your boss brainwash people." She pulled back her fists. "And threatened to knock out my teeth." Small sparks of flame began to lick her golden hair before she suddenly jerked forward, fist rocketing toward Balrog's jaw.

Burn, baby, burn. Disco inferno!

"And your horrible taste in MUSIC!"

Burn, baby, burn! Burn that mama down. Burnin'!

Sewer Sabotage

[evil_chin]

The soullessness of these two women's faces was something else. Silently they worked, stacking up various chemicals and fiddling with this and that machine. Yet, behind those blank gazes lay a cat-like intensity. And soon, they would pounce.

Re: Sewer Sabotage

[hellfireshurricane]

Really? Down here? Usually I wouldn't be caught dead down here...first time for everything though...

[That is muttered, and the winds start picking up as Janos steps out from around a corner, a tornado forming in each hand with just a flick of his wrist. If anything happens, what'll Skeletor be able to take over right?]

[onecream_fivesugar]

[Breath deep Ruby. Sure there was tons of freezing cold running water, but there weren't any bombs, or ropes, or fairy tale references.

...She shakes her head furiously, those thoughts weren't helping right now. She had a job to do and bad gu/girls to thrash. There's no time for a freak out today.

Oh hey, who's that guy up there? At least she wasn't in this along. She pulled up Crescent Rose and quickly dashed to his side.]

You here to stop the crazies too?

[hellfireshurricane]

[Janos glanced over his shoulder at the sound of footsteps and when she spoke, he quickly nodded.]

Yes.

[That's all he says before turning back to the two women and waiting for the to make the next move.]

I control the horizontal. I control the vertical.

[evil_chin]

It was only a matter of time before that foolish hero would meet his demise. Bison would not lose this time; soon all Genessia would see its doom, and despair.

[yesterdays_hero]

Bison didn't have long to wait. The door to the central broadcasting room went flying off of its hingest, bent and warped from a single punch. Property damage? Psh. Guards? Psh. A string of crumpled and groaning mooks were left on the floor or hanging on rafters where Hammer had carelessly flung them.

"Life is short," he said, flinging aside the last unconscious guard he'd dragged along with him. "How about we enjoy dessert first?"

If Bison wanted a fight, he'd get a throwdown he wouldn't soon forget. The Captain was primed for a fight; nothing was going to ruin HIS town, or his awesome party either.

[evil_chin]

Bison glanced at his dispatched guards with an air of disappointment. At least this wouldn't be boring.

"Indeed, 'captain'. In fact, your life will be over in just a few minutes!" He spoke more to the camera than his adversary, hoping to get them good and invested before they saw their hero drop dead.

Bison tossed his cape aside, and lowered his body to the ground, taking his fighting stance with a certain glee. Was there anything better than exterminating these vermin?

[yesterdays_hero]

Captain Hammer had no cape to fling aside. He didn't need one. All he required was his cargo pants, his tight t-shrit, his combat boots, and his twin hammers.

His fist hammers, mind you.

As Bison took his position, Hammer narrowed his eyes, smirk fading. His gaze zeroed in on Bison's chin as if he were succumbing to tunnel vision. What an enormous and tempting target. He had to punch it. He had to punch it a lot.

He moved forward at a quick stride, stretching out his hand to uproot a filing cabinet along the way. Metal groaned as he dragged it along, warped by his powerful fingers, before he flung it at M. Bison's head. But instead of stopping, he continued forward, faster, like a locomotive intent on cramming his fist into his adversary's face.

Master of the Arena

[evil_chin]

"Hrarrgh!" Sagat sent another challenge soaring through the air with one of his massive kicks. Yet for all the violence, Sagat looked less than amused. He was hungry, craving a challenge worthy of him. Who would satisfy his lust for battle?

[broken_trifecta]

He was probably going to be disappointed when Cherise stepped boldly into the arena. With her pencil skirt and business jacket, she hardly seemed ready for fisticuffs. Her kinetic motion-absorbing gloves were snugged firmly onto her hands, as she had a feeling she might have to fend off some pretty nasty hits. But there was no guarantee she would be fast enough to stop all of his blows; she preferred to keep her distance as best she could.

She wouldn't even be here if she knew where the other half of that screen were being broadcast. And while there was a cold part of her that whispered it wasn't worth it, that these people weren't even supposed to be real, the compulsion to do the right thing and protect them anyway was too strong to ignore. She felt guilty even having those whispers of logic in the first place.

"I'm not looking for trouble," she called out, her wand held at her side...not raised, but there for protection if she needed it. "Can we talk?"

[evil_chin]

Sagat grunted. What an idiot woman, coming into an arena and talking of avoiding trouble.

"All that needs to be said can be communicated through my fists. A whelp like you doesn't stand a chance against a warrior like me. Turn back now, before I punish you for wasting my time." That was about as close to mercy as Sagat was likely to go.

[broken_trifecta]

"Whelp? You're too kind," Cherise remarked dryly. She stayed her ground, running over the multiple plans she'd lined up in her head just in case his personality turned out to be a certain way, or his abilities were successful for countering her spells.

She flicked a quiet glance to the sky, noting the gathering grey clouds, and frowned internally. If it began to rain and they were caught outdoors, she was completely done for.

"If you wish for a fight, you may have it," she replied. "But only on the condition that you release the hostages first. I guarantee, I'll give you a match you won't soon forget."

Hospital Heights

[evil_chin]

Juri playfully caught her detonator, the other hand on her hip as she stood waiting for some dunce to get his ass kicked. Sure, Bison was next on her "to-kill" list, but she had to admit, he had some pretty sweet gigs when he puts his head to 'em.

OMG Juriiiii

[trigram]

[Planting charges at a hospital brings back terrible memories for Sofia. First Moriarty, now this? It's like this world is just making her remember things than help forget it. A sonic boom erupts in the sky as the fully-armored Sofia began to make her descent at full speed, landing with a loud metallic thud on the street where Juri was.

Her visor lifts to reveal her face and size-up Juri with her own eyes. But damn it, this woman's outfit and body type was undeniably eye-catching. Damn it gay thoughts! Regardless she stood defiant, fingers clenching to a fist]

This better be worth disturbing my TV time. I was just getting to the good part.

Re: OMG Juriiiii

[evil_chin]

Her eyes went up and down her armored adversary. She smiled again, leaning in forward. "Was it a weight-loss show? Cause you're looking a bit heavy there, pixie-cut." Juri cracked her hands and stretched.

"Everything's so boring." Her eyes flashed at Sofia with a glint of devilish amusement. "We're gonna have much more fun than some tv show. You ready?" She put one leg far back from the other.

"Then let's have some fun! Ha-ha!" She leaped into the her, and aimed a dive kick right at her short-haired face.

Rampage

[evil_chin]

Tremors shook the ground and a large man-beast barreled into the city. All he wanted to do was smash, and it looked like there were plenty of things to exact its mindless rage on. Somewhere within that monster laid the soul of a man. The trouble was getting to it underneath that chemical cocktail M had cooked.

Re: Rampage

[coldfireprince]

Oh you've got to be kidding me...

[Auriel mutters this as he grabs a butcher knife out of the knife block in his kitchen, the only weapon he could find at the moment, and moves to head outside.]

Re: Rampage

[no_love_potions]

And then a car landed on its roof in front of them.

"Gwaaah!" Harry shouted manfully and stomped hard on the break, and jerked the steering wheel to halt the truck just short of slamming into the overturned vehicle.

He turned his head, looking out the window to see the hulking behemoth charging down the streets, roaring its head off.

"Seriously? Now?"

Keeping the lights on

[evil_chin]

Vega was miffed to be sent in a place with nary a mirror to look into. To be spared the sight of himself was truly a tragedy. A sadness that far outweighed the damage Genessia would suffer once this power plant was kaput. Still, he comforted his heart with the thought of never having to look at these miserable cretins ever again in the darkness.

[descendsfromshadow]

Bursting in and challenging the bad guys to a fight wasn't Blake's style. No, she had no intention of letting the masked man see her coming if she could help it.

So, she had stayed out of sight when she arrived at the power plant, sticking to high up catwalks and machinery until opportunity presented itself. She'll bide her time and wait until Vega steps out into the open and then drop down from above, swinging Gambol Shroud's heavy blade down at him.

[evil_chin]

Wait, of course! Vega kept a mirror around for just such an occasion. How could something so beautiful be so bumbling?

No matter. He took it out and gazed. Ah, what a sight. Vega paused in adoration. Wait, there was a blemish in his mirror. What was that? Did it just move?