Chapter 4
Meat
"Now we shall commence the first round!" exclaimed Inoko. "Domon and Guile, please take your places!"
At the desk, the other referees wondered which idiots paired the two musclemen together. It was only later that they realised that by sheer luck, the two men had drawn each other. From past experience, similar pairings always managed to release the primal side of the audience. Up in the audience tier, raydance and plhu were worrying about writing and watching the fic simultaneously.
Domon and Guile smiled sardonically at each other. "Start!!!" yelled the referee, who displayed remarkable lung power for one her size.
Get the first attack and win 250 points. No, make that twenty times twenty times twenty. Understand, class? No? See me after school! Guile lunged towards Domon.
Get the upper hand by attacking first! Domon yelled and threw himself in Guile's direction.
Two fists.
COLLISION.
Dazzling white light filled the atrium.
At the commentators' table...
"Please, Kagerou-san and Sakura-san, would you like to predict the outcome of the first match?" Demi asked.
"It's still hard to say. Both sides have made only one blow each so far. In terms of strength, I'd say Guile has the upper hand. However, Domon posseses the madougu of steel and the Beak King," said Kagerou with the air of experience that only comes from having lived 400 years.
"It will be interesting to see how Guile's Flash Kicks and Sonic Booms match up against Domon's madougu," quipped Sakura.
Not bad, kid. Must be taking a lot of milk. Guile smiled.
Darn, he's stronger that I thought...*almost* as strong as I am! For once in his life, Domon realized that he couldn't afford to underestimate his enemy. He roared, and charged towards Guile again.
Guile tried to block Domon's attack, but the force of it made his body slide back a few paces. Catching Domon's fist in his left hand, he threw his own right fist at the former's jaw.
This amazing display of brute strength went on for 15 minutes. The audience was treated to a series of Somersault Kicks, Stab Kicks, Rolling Power Kicks and the like from Guile, and Domon's own anonymous punches and iron fists.
Domon ignored the concept of defence totally; he would absorb a blow from Guile, grunt a little, then retaliate. Guile, on the other hand, wasn't any better off. Soon the ground was splattered with blood from the noses of both parties.
In the spectator tiers
raydance: Shouldn't you go into more detail?
plhu: Shush. I'm watching.
"What's the idiot doing? Why doesn't he use the Beak King?" Fuuko stomped about, almost tearing her glorious purple hair out.
"Say something, Mi-chan!" Fuuko suddenly decided that Mikagami's face was a very good place for her elbow.
"It's just like last year. The idiot thinks that he's Ultraman or something and saving the best for last. Just hope that he doesn't die of exhaustion before winning." Mikagami ignored the stabbing pain and coolly analysed the situation.
Domon finally decided it was time to take out the Beak King. Which he did.
Guile stared. Is that a giant crab pincher? So this guy means business. Finally. He drew a deep breath and concentrated, then threw his arms back, then whipped them together.
SONIC BOOOOMMMM!!!!!
A fluorescent orange crescent cut through the air and hit Domon on the chest, making the gorilla fall backwards.
What...what was that... Domon suddenly realised that his head was resting on concrete. That's not going to happen again! Domon grunted and got back up on his feet. There was a slight blemish around the area where the Sonic Boom had hit him. (Two days later, it would be all nice and rainbowy)
He took that Sonic Boom and got up almost immediately. Not bad, kid.
Guile produced another Sonic Boom.
Domon deflected the Sonic Boom with the Beak King, then flung it out. The long metal chain whistled past Guile's temple.
Missed me, boy. Try harder next time. Guile took this opportunity to advance towards Domon for a Rolling Power Kick. Wait a minute...the sound of something slicing through the air!
The Beak King had made a loop in mid-air and was now clamped shut around Guile's shoulders. Domon smirked.
In Mori Kouran's office, Bison was sipping white wine and chuckling at the fight on screen. Guile, who thought himself Bison's greatest enemy, was actually being given a hard time by that youngster down there. Moron.
"Right, since you're in such a good mood right now, why don't we discuss a bit of our deal?" smiled Mori the Opportunistic Vermin.
Darn it... The crushing motion of the pincers didn't bother Guile one bit; his muscles were dense enough to cushion all that force.
Domon jerked the heavy metal chain at the north pillar. The stage vibrated as Guile made contact with the pillar. Domon then pulled the Beak King towards himself. That's it...that's it...bring me into range...Guile ignored the stabbing pain in his ribs and everywhere else, and targeted a Knee Bazooka at Domon's abdomen.
anonymous person: KILL HIM, GUILE! *waves Guile banner frantically*
raydance and plhu: *turn to punch the guy to the highest havens*
plhu: Ha.
Caught unaware, Domon sputtered. His mental control on his famous madougou slipped for a moment and Guile removed himself from the jaw.
At this point of time, Guile realised that he had accumulated enough chi for a super attack that would finish Domon off. "This is the end, kid." He told Domon with a little smirk.
He charged and flipped into the air, shooting his leg out. DOUBLE SOMERSAULT KICK!!! A bright yellow light filled the atrium.
In the two consecutive somersault kicks that Guile performed, Domon was hit ten times with great force.
Domon collapsed on the stage, while Guile landed somewhat unsteadily.
I've got to get up, or I lose...but my energy's flowing out of me...what's with the eclipse???
At the commentator's table
"I think that should be Guile's final blow; there's little chance of Domon getting up after that. However, Guile spent all his energy on that move...he could collapse any moment..." mused Sakura into the microphone.
Get up, Domon. I know you're stronger that that Kagerou silently wished that she were right.
"Ten ..."
"Eleven..."
"Twelve..."
"Thirteen..."
(Inoko was purposely counting the wrong way in the hope that Domon would get up in shock. Too bad. Domon couldn't count anyway.)
"NineEightSevenSix..."
"Five..."
"Four..."
"Three..."
"Two..."
"One..."
"Zero!"
"The winner is...Guile!" Inoko announced loudly with forced cheeriness.
Thud.
"Guile-san, are you alright? Stretchers!"
Team Hokage watched the stretchers bear Domon and Guile out of the atrium. Though Domon had lost, Guile had suffered more visible injuries. Let's start from both black eyes, one broken tooth... throw in a few broken bones and we'd be only touching the tip of the iceberg.
Fuuko stared in shock. Domon had always believed that he would win, no matter what. In some ways, she had also been influenced by that. Though she often made fun of Domon's abilities, she had never once doubted that he would lose.
"If only the referee had been a little slower in counting out the seconds...then Guile would have dropped too and it would have been a draw...Ah, Fate works in mysterious ways," pondered Koganei.
"Do you want to join those two in hospital or something, Kaoru?" Fuuko asked in a dangerous tone.
Before Fuuko could pound Koganei, Yanagi positioned herself between them and Mikagami cut in,"We've already lost the first round. Koganei, you're up next, so get prepared now and give your all."
"YEAH!"
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raydance and plhu: *jaws agape* Wow...
raydance: That was totally amazing...
plhu: Yeah, it can't be half amazing, so it has to be totally amazing.
raydance: Let's put it in our fic.
plhu: yeah. Never mind the fuzzy logic.