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WMAT AF Fudou Moto vs Shin Tokuyama
Date of Scene: 21 October 2015
Location: Papaya Island - Stadium
Synopsis: The Combat Vagrant faces Fudou Moto in a battle for third place!
Cast of Characters: 756, 784, 880
Tinyplot: WMAT 2015


Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "Ladies and gentlemen! The time has come yet again! The time for the myriad universes to hear the beautiful voice of me! Red Saber! And also to bear witness to these two fighters as they set foot upon this grand stage, bearing hopes, dreams, and convictions in their fists! Tune in to the main stadium at 900.8 for the glorious play by play!"

     A blonde woman in regal red spoke into a held mic up in the announcer's area, making ridiculous dramatic motions with her free arm. "Today, in a bout to decide who will take third place, we have The Combat Vagrant; Shin Tokuyama, versus The Man with the Iron Fists; Fudou Moto! You both know the rules! Let us not waste time! The audience is waiting! I am waiting! The myriad universes are waiting! By my will; fight a battle worthy of the god's praise!"

Fudou Moto (784) has posed:
    IT'S THE FINAL OF THE FINALS. The contest for THIRD PLACE in WMAT's A bracket. The unfortunate and defeated of the tournament's semifinals have gathered to decide who, between them, deserves to be crowned with glory, and who shall return home suffering the ignominy of a second loss.

For the fighter in the far corner, there's more riding on this than simple glory.

    Fudou Moto stands in a superficially relaxed stance, but the tension gripping the muscles in his limbs and torso betrays his true feelings. Nothing about this man is hidden. His emotions are proudly displayed on his sleeves-- or, they would be, if he actually... had sleeves. Fudou wears a relatively fresher set of clothes for this fight, after the last pair was so viciously incinerated by his previous opponent. "Let's make this a good one," he says to the man on the other side of the ring.

A victory here means more than glory.

It means he gets to put away the last of his daughter's college fund.

For Fudou Moto, there is no choice called 'defeat.'

Shin Tokuyama (756) has posed:
    His shot at the finals was gone, but for a protagonist that's just part of the story. No one ever takes it in their first tournament arc, really. The Combat Vagrant, known by the real name of Shin Tokuyama, is making his way to the ring in a calm gait. He slowly takes off the suit coat and tie he wears, handing them to a ringside attendant.

    "I agree," He says to Fudou in a pretty upbeat tone as he unbuttons his sleeves and rolls them up, "I wanna close out my tournament arc with a bang, so win or lose I wanna have a fun time more than anything else," He muses, pushing his knuckles into his palms to crack them loudly.

    He brings his hands up into a ready stance, grinning widely, "Love the choice of announcer. Hot girl with some nice chops on her, I think," He comments as he lets his footing shift on the ground and takes his stance more fully.

    "You can come at me when you're ready, bruh. Do it fierce."

Fudou Moto (784) has posed:
    Fudou casts a brief stare over at the announcer, his eyes flickering then somewhere into the audience. "I'd comment," he says, a mild smile cracking his hard expression, "But my wife and little girl are out there watching. As attractive as our announcer might be--"

    Fudou's stance shifts, his center of gravity drops like a stone. A puff of ground-away ring rises around his feet as he kicks into an erratic, but undeniably quick rush.

    "My wife," he thunders, suddenly /there/. But, for a trained street fighter, this sort of speed is expected. Fudou's hands ratchet outward to try and seize the Vagrant by one arm. "--Is the best--"

    Suddenly, his stance shifts, twisting back and curling inward like a spring. "--IN THE UNIVERSE!" His hold transforms into a throw! If Shin's not careful, he COULD GO FLYING! Or maybe...

Maybe that's more to his opponent's advantage than Fudou realizes!?

Shin Tokuyama (756) has posed:
    "Hah, I'm jealous. Maybe some day I'll get to that point witha love interest," Shin says, hopping up and down on his feet. He's ready and raring to go with this fight. And when Fudou rushes in towards him, Shin lets out a happy noise of surprise as his arm is grabbed.

    He's lifted up off his feet and put into a heavy throw. His entire weight is shifted upwards and evenly lifted, picking him up and depositing him into what looks to be a heavy throw that will do a good amount of damage. Only, Fudou can feel something odd happen as he throws Shin. The martial artist's weight shifts around the shoulder socket and there's an ungodly POP as the shoulder dislocates.

    Shin's body twists and both feet plant on the ground as he lets out a groan of pain, having dislocated his own shoulder to let him move in a way to not get thrown ass-first to the ground.

    His counter-attack to Fudou is swift and hard, his free hand curling up into a balled fist and coming up towards the man with a fierce uppercut towards the jaw that uses his entire bodyweight.

    "So're they who you're fightin' for?"

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "Fools! Attractive as I may be- This is the time for battle! Now go!" Saber held an arm outwards with a dramatic flourish. "Clash! Show us who you really are!"

     And so they do.

     "It begins! Sir Moto takes a stance! And then he lashes out! He attempts to grab his opponent and throw them! However, Sir Tokuyama...He...He has dislocated his own shoulder in order to create the opening for a counterattack! And it is swift! A fierce uppercut to the jaw! How will Sir Moto contend with this? Such fierce determination from the outset! It gives me chills!"

Fudou Moto (784) has posed:
    A... successful throw!? No, not quite. Fudou's expression shifts swiftly from pleasant surprise to a whole different sort of shock. He feels the pop of bone and the strange sensation of flesh moving in wholly unnatural ways as Shin twists away.

He dislocated his shoulder just to get away?

    That's... Dedication, if nothing else. Skill, certainly. Fudou grins despite himself, his stance falling back as Shin's feet find their way to the ground. "I just got lucky," he answers, releasing the other man's arm, "A guy like me, I never thought I'd be able to get a woman like mine."

    Shin's counterattack lands, smashing hard into the brawler's face-- not square on his chin, but into the hard lines of Fudou's jawline. Blood leaks from the corner of his mouth where his teeth cut into the inside of his cheek. He staggers-- almost.

A foot smashes into the ground behind him.

Fudou extends an arm, his mass combining with gravity and rhythmic fire-release-fire-release of a dozen muscle groups to transform that punch into a dynamite haymaker. Fudou's eyes narrow with a practiced focus, his blow hooking around to try and catch the Vagrant's skull, face or collarbone.

    "They're everything to me," Fudou answers, spitting a wad of blood and pulverised flesh into the arena floor. "So it's only right that I give my all for them!"

Shin Tokuyama (756) has posed:
    As Shin gets a little bit of space, he grabs his dislocated arm and violently yanks it in a smooth motion, putting it back into place in the way he's done after dozens of street brawls before this mainstage fight. It's not his first rodeo with a dislocated shoulder.

    Grimacing in pain, he steps back and brings his hands up again, "I can dig it, man. Much respect. I hope I can find someone like that some day," He adds, thinking over what Fudou must feel like, "Guys like us, we rarely get that chance. We're way too much like bums."

    Shin shifts his body, trying to bring his head down onto Fudou's incoming haymaker. It's an incredibly risky proposition for the martial artist to do, endeavoring to bring the very front of his forehead down and onto the fingers of his opponent, effectively countering a haymaker with a headbutt.

    It means all the force of that blow hits him dead on and sends him skidding back a good distance along the arena floor. When he lifts his head up again, his forehead has been split wide open by the impact, sending a heavy amount of blood down his face, cheeks, and around his eyes.

    There's an eager grin on his face as he waits to see if he did any damage.

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "Sir Moto takes the blow from his opponent, but stands strong! He does not waver! His counter follows soon after! A sensational hook! But Sir Tokuyama...what am I seeing here? Did he...? He did! He has chosen to headbutt the oncoming fist without any regard! is his skull made of steel!? We shall find out in the coming moments!"

Fudou Moto (784) has posed:
    Shin Tokuyama continues to be an entirely unorthodox opponent. Rarely does Fudou ever find someone who intentionally blocks his fists with their face. Usually it takes more convincing to get people to do that- or at least, hitting them enough to make it so they can't NOT just block with their face.

    Unlike most opponents, Shin actually has decent footing when he experiences a head-on collision with Fudou's knuckles. A split second after impact, there's a series of wet-sounding pops as the small bones in the brawler's hand and wrist- honed and hardened though they may be- twist and break and dislodge in a way that has Fudou grimacing. Blood drips from his knuckles, promising a fresh layer of callouses. Everything below the wrist quickly begins turning red.

...In more than one way.

    "That's right," Fudou answers. His fingers hinge open, then close painfully tight again. Muscles all across his arms- BOTH arms- draw taut like masses of piano wires. "You'll find someone. Someday. Just don't give up looking. And when you do, you'll know."

    "All the pain," he takes a step forward. A wisp of red light flickers across the deep wells of his eyes. "All the loneliness," toes dig into the flat stone tiles beneath him. Fire burns through his veins. "All the effort," his muscles explode into motion, thousands of pistons firing in unison. "It'll all be worth it! For a home to return to, and a purpose to fight for!"

    "That's why--" One strike, his uninjured arm shoots out in a jab. The air seems to waver in its wake, as if caught in a heat-haze. "Of course that's why!" Another, the backfist comes around, bloody and bruised and broken, but burning with heat that goes deeper than mere flesh and blood. "For the smiles I fight for." Another-- Fudou's legs slides forward, carrying his body weight up and into a rising knee. "I can give more now than I ever could!" Another and another, Fudou flies into a flurry, his blows falling like rain.

If rain were made of thunderbolts.

Shin Tokuyama (756) has posed:
    Shin shakes his head a bit, clearing the blood from his face and smearing the rest away with the shoulder of his shirt, "Hahahah, man. Hopefully, hopefully. Karate hobo life ain't all that cracked out for true love, but maybe." He spits out a little more blood to the floor of the arena after that hasty cleanup job.

    "You got a family to fight for, man. So you better beat the crap out of me, because I'm gonna try to push you about as far as you can go, my man," Shin calls out as his hands come up again. He's catching his breath a little and watching Fudou get ready to come in at him again. Shin's own body is tense, coiled, and ready for a fight.

    He lunges in towards Fudou as his opponent comes at him, "It's not in my plan to fall in love QUITE yet, though," He ducks and weaves as best he can, but Fudou's punches are just coming in way too fast and hard. And so while his body weaves and dodges, they're still landing and rocking him with every blow, driving him to a standstill and then a very slow step-by-step backward.

    It's a rising knee that Shin finally stops, grabbing it with both hands and the impact sends out a wave of force around the two men and Shin strains to hold his block, "You're showing it. I can feel how much you're in it to win it. Shit, whoever wins, you can have my prize money." He grits through his teeth.

    "I just want..." Shin grunts, "The MULTIVERSE TO SEE ME!"

    He throws a wild haymaker at his opponent as he calls this out. And his entire body surges with both vigor to fight and his natural ki to boost his abilities. Fudou came in on him hard and did a lot of damage, opening up cuts and abrasions all over the martial artist. And now he's taking the chance to fling bodyblow after bodyblow at his opponent in a devastating flurry of straights and hooks.

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "Oh my! I heard that clash even from here! Sir Moto's hand could not have come out unscathed from that! Nonetheless! With great determination, he presses on! Like a calm before the storm, he takes a stance...he prepares himself...he strikes! A single jab! No, there's more! A backfist follows! A rising knee! The blows keep coming! Like a veritable storm!"

     Saber clenches a fist as she commentates on the action at hand. "Sir Tokuyama expresses a beast's agility as he weaves in and out! But it is not enough! The storm finds him! Blow after blow lands! ...Or has it? No they are connecting, but Sir Tokuyama...Aha! He stopped the knee! The force that follows! Oooh! Impressive! ...But he does not stop there! He expresses his own determination! He drives forward with a fierce blow aimed for his opponent! But no! There's more! Truly, this is a battle that could only be realized by two men who have followed the path of the fist!"

Fudou Moto (784) has posed:
    The air itself trembles when Shin catches Fudou's knee. Like a ripple in a pond, the shockwave winds outward, blasting a thin haze of dust into the air. For a moment, Fudou and his opponent lock, and the brawler's gaze fixes on the other man's hands. "It's more than money," Fudou rumbles, "But I appreciate your generosity. More people could stand to be so kind."

    He presses forward to push himself back, using his locked leg as leverage to propel himself to a safer distance. "Love is something that happens," he continues, "You don't look for it. It finds you." Fudou's hands rise in anticipation of the next engagement, only to find itself thrust upon him faster than he had expected.

    Shin's blow catches him along his centerline. Fudou bites back a grunt as he staggers. Hit after hit after hit slams painfully into his torso, his brief lapse in defense giving the Vagrant an opportunity to riddle his body with welts and fractured bone and rapidly darkening bruises.

"They see." Fudou answers, somewhere between the storm of blows. "At the very least--"

Suddenly, fist smashes into fist.

    "At the very least, I see. We see here, Shin Tokuyama!" Fudou's voice surges to a crescendo. Knuckle meets knuckle, knuckle meets elbow. His answer to every bodyblow is a counterpunch. Each strike looses a spray of blood and a crack of breaking bone, but even with the pain clear in his face, his fury is undaunted.

Some men might turn away from pain.

For Fudou Moto, pain only makes him fight harder.

    "You want everything I've got," the brawler's voice emerges like a thunderbolt, "I'll give it. Everything. More than that. More than this body can give! This is my answer, Shin Tokuyama!" With each strike, his hands burn redder and redder. But not just from blood, and not just from the sting of impact.

His eyes are shining white.

His fists are burning red.

    Shin would feel it building- an impending sense of disastrous force. A ki that, by its very nature, is untameable, unstoppable, and utterly unlimited. Fudou lets it flood from the sea of his soul into the far-too-weak vessel that is his flesh and blood. A dam breaks; even to those without the necessary senses, the flame of his spirit is painfully obvious. It covers his arms and comes off his shoulders in flickering, brilliant plumes of phantasmal fire. It infuses his musculature with strength so great that they tear into themselves to deploy it. His bloody and broken hands, impossibly, begin to knit together, but not fast enough to keep up with his rising speed and even more rapidly rising strength.

Ki meets ki. Knuckle meets knuckle.

Fudou steps in.

    He throws a punch. Not a counterstrike, but a true blow. A haymaker, with all that power behind it-- whether it hits or not, whatever it DOES hit, that arm can't possibly take that much force.

He throws it anyway.

Because, more important than money and more important than fame, Fudou Moto fights for one reason above all others...

To make his family proud.

Shin Tokuyama (756) has posed:
    "Yes! They do see me now! More than when I just brawled in the streets for money," Shin shouts as he pants, wiping blood away from the corner of his mouth, "And I can see you for the man you are. So if you won't hold back, if you'll show me more than everything you can give..."

    When fist meets fist, Shin steps back and away, stomping his foot on the ground. His own ki flares up, rippling and coursing around his body as he squares off with Fudou. If the man is going to power up with that energy, then Shin will too. He tears the shirt away from himself to expose a chest where welts and bruising already show that Fudou's blows have cracked ribs and bruised flesh.

    "THEN I WILL RESPOND IN KIND! WE WILL DECIDE IT WITH ONE BLOW!"

    He flexes his body, muscles in his upper body, torso, and arms all coiling up and surging with energy. He grits his teeth, purging himself of any sense of pain for that moment. Empowering himself as he prepares to meet Fudou suitably, as an equal, in the crescendo of their conflict. He lifts his foot up and stomps again, and this time the arena cracks under it.

    And he digs his foot into the ground to worsen that crack. He takes a deep breath and pivots his body. Like Fudou, his arm comes out in a haymaker. His entire existence is behind that single punch. He has no defense left in him and has put everything into that single offense-specialized blow, "RYUUSOKEN!"

    As the fist sails through the air, it is wreathed in a blazing red energy and, whether it hits the air or hits Fudou, upon impact it releases a massive blast of force that, as it releases, lets out a roar almost identical to a dragon.

    Hit or miss, though? Shin had no intention of stopping Fudou's blow towards him. And it impacts him square in the temple as he throws his own blow. He won't get to see if he landed his finisher on the man or if he missed, because the sheer and raw impact of Fudou's fist to the side of his head both dazes him and sends him flying backwards.

    Soaring from the punch, the Combat Vagrant lands on the floor of the arena like a ragdoll, bouncing a few times as he skips along the ground and eventually rolls to a stop face down.

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "This battle has become a living work of art itself! Fist meets fist! Kick meets kick! Knee meets knee! These two competitors are neck and neck with each other! Neither sees fit to stand down and concede defeat! With their own two hands, all they seek to do is grasp victory! Grasp it and make it their own! Sir Moto, with that in mind, clenches his fist. Even I can feel the force welling up inside of him from here! This will be it! This is the moment we have all been waiting for! The blow that will decide it! It is thrown!"

     Saber gasps, eyes widening. "And Sir Tokuyama, without regard for his own condition meets that radiant blow in kind! Blazing, crimson battle energy follows! Like that of a roaring dragon! Here it comes! This will be the moment to decide it! Whose thoughts burn brighter than the other's!? Whose desire rages more fiercely!? Which among them has the will to stand on earth, face the heavens, and say 'I deny all limitations! I stand here now, a man! And as a man, I will reach forth and grab hold of my own destiny! By my own will!'!?"

Fudou Moto (784) has posed:
One blow.

    Fudou doesn't try to dodge Shin's punch. It crosses underneath his own arm, red mixing with red. It smashes into the sharp edge of his cheekbone, an enormous, draconic silhouette explodes in a corona from the far side of his skull.

It's not just a counter-hit.

It's a CROSS COUNTER!!

    Fudou's legs give way. In the same instant that Shin is knocked back, so too is Fudou sent sprawling. He slams hard into the ground, bouncing once before his flight dissolves into a rough and painful tumble across the arena floor.

It seems as though it might be a... A mutual knock out!?

But...

One mangled hand twitches.

Shin Tokuyama (756) has posed:
    From Shin's side of the ring, there's no movement for a long time. It looks like he might be stone cold out for the count. But eventually... eventually... there's the smallest twitch from one of his fingers. And soon after, a cough. Blood pools out of his mouth and onto the floor of the stadium as he slowly opens one eye. The other eye is swollen completely shut from the impact.

    He's scratching and clawing at the ground, looking for purchase in a half-concussed daze. He doesn't know fully where he is, or what he was doing before that freight train hit him a few moments ago. He just knows that his natural instinct is to be trying to climb to his feet for some reason.

    He's not doing it very fast, though. It seems to take a herculean effort just to plant his hands on the ground and push himself up onto his knees, whereupon he hacks and spews even more blood down onto the ground below him while trying to make heads or tails of his current surroundings.

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "Which blow lands? They BOTH land! It is a cross counter! Both fighters appear to be down for the count! Is this...a double knockout? No! ...I can see movement! Both fighters are still with us! Yet I do not imagine it will be for long! Who will stand, and who will remain on the ground? Who has the determination to climb to their feet after such brutal punishment, and claim victory!?"

Fudou Moto (784) has posed:
    Somewhere out in the crowd is a little girl who can't possibly be a day older than twelve. She's come out to watch every single fight so far! Some of the kids back at school think she's weird for being so into this kind of thing. They say she should be doing girlier stuff. Her mom does, too. Her mom worries too much.

Because the real reason she's here is to see her daddy fight.

    She's his biggest fan! And she tells everyone so. Daddy's biggest fan used to be mommy, until she became old enough to take that title for herself! Watching him lose to that fire-lady was tough. It's always hard to see him hurt, but he always gets back up again. He'll always get back up, no matter how hard he's hurt.

    But that doesn't make it easy to watch when he falls. It's not easy to watch now, either, but she does. She sees him hit the ground, and tumble, and fall face-first into the arena floor. Misae, age 12, balls her little hands into fists on top of the arena's railing. She came right up front to get the best view, and now she's glad she did- but for a different reason entirely.

She takes in a breath... and yells.

-----

    Everything is dark. It's a familiar sensation, like he's been here dozens of times before. He has, of course. Some part of him recognizes that he's been knocked unconscious. This is normal. This is fine. It's a place that he's come to know quite well in his years. The darkness. The dull, numb sense of being. The red heat just above his gut.

Yeah. He could lay here. He could lay here for hours. But...

There was something he needed to do, wasn't there?

Daddy--

That voi<span class=" bold_fg_r bg_n ++ e...!

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That's right!

You can do it! I know you can!

    Fudou's hands ball into fists. His voice explodes from his throat.

---

    Shin can see it. From the other end of the ring, a dull red light that fades rapidly into brighter and brighter hues. It's like the sun rising up from a distant horizon. He can hear it-- an anguished howl of life surging up from his opponent's lungs. Fudou presses his broken fists to the ground, the sting shoots up his arms. His brain swims between his ears, the world looks like he were viewing it through a fisheye lens tinged somehow with crimson dye.

    It's a slow thing, at first. A slow thing that gives way to painful, agonized wakefulness. His feet are next, toes finding purchase, stunned legs forcing his bulk upward. Upward. Always, with that rising force.

He staggers.

A voice cries out in the stands. His leg shoots out to arrest his fall.

Fudou Moto raises a fist to the sky, and sucks in a breath. And then... "I," he says, "Am."

"THE CHAMPION"

Shin Tokuyama (756) has posed:
    Shin, meanwhile, was almost all the way up and standing. But at the last few moments, he seems to stop. It's possible that he heard the voice of a little girl calling for her father. It's possible that snapped him back into the fight he was just a part of. And it's possible it reminded him that he's not in martial arts for prizes or for glory. And it's possible it reminded him of a quote:

    'We learn martial arts as helping weakness. You never fight for people to get hurt. You're always helping people.'
    -Jackie Chan

    And, one might say, it's possible that for all these reasons, just before he stands up fully, the Combat Vagrant instead shifts himself back down, planting a knee firmly on the arena floor. He lets out a grin through bloodstained teeth and watches his opponent stand up to claim victory.

    "Tsk... buy your wife and kid something nice."

Red Saber (880) has posed:
     "........"

     Saber is silent.

     The crowd roars!

     Saber remembers to speak. "This....This is it! ladies and gentlemen, Sir Tokuyama has fallen to one knee, conceding defeat! And that makes Sir Moto our third place winner for Bracket A in the World Martial Arts Tournament! Nevertheless, both fighters that have stood upon this stage today have shown us what it truly means to turn combat into an art form! Let us not erase this battle from our minds for a long time to come! Feel grateful that you have watched this battle, and heard my beautiful voice! I am her Imperial Majesty, Red Saber, and proclaim; this battle is over!"