Ark 17 Episode 26: The Fuck You Smiling Bout'?

Participants

 * Connor Ryoji
 * Yasei Murasame

A Cool Night
“I am bored...” He grumbled to himself as he wandered around D2 downtown. Yasei felt antsy for no apparent reason, he just felt the need to go and wander a bit to clear his brain. He walked down the D2 streets with his hands in his pockets and looked just as bored as he felt right now. Even his walk was slow and non-deliberate opposite to his normal gait. Every so often Yasei kicked a random pebble at his feet, watching as it went sailing a few yards ahead of him. He took a hand out of his medium length flowy styled coat and scrubbed the top of his head, he had no fucking clue what to do and it was eating him. Yasei couldn’t figure out what the fuck he wanted to do. It was if his brain had a cotton ball wrapped around it and the fibers snuck themselves around his neurons keeping him from thinking properly right now. He sighed frustratedly and kept walking down the street. ‘Maybe if Reiko wasn’t busy I could tell her to entertain me or something...’ The thought passed through his mind quickly but it was right, he could have bugged Reiko or something to find something for him to do though what she would have given him wouldn’t have done much by way of entertainment, her tasks usually included cleaning or something. ‘Fuck that...’ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QIbxNTTDDP4&index=41&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkbiSVlrNHnbXbgZBIdU3Pl&shuffle=25730 )”FUCK YOU BITCH!” Connor would dodge an incoming knife swing, by ducking the attack, and leaping forward, with a side kick using his left leg, ramming it into the drug dealers gut, and sending his body stumbling outwards into the middle of the deaded streets of Kasaihana District 2 downtown. The man would grip his stomach, and pull out another pocket, flipping it around in his hand, and holding it. connor however was like a honey badger, and literally gave no form of shits as he’d rush the man moving like a car on the freeway and tackling him, grabbing both of his legs, and running with his body across the streets and running into a well lit allyway, colliding the man’s back with the dumpster! Connor would then pull the man’s legs, and let his body fall upon the ground, to which connor would swiftly maneuver his legs to the waist of the man in a full MMA mount, and begin to wail his fist upon the man’s face repeatedly, even letting his body jump up a bit between his blows as he brough his fist down upon the man! (http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140816065644/yakuza-mob-roleplay/images/5/50/Flashpoint-o222.gif ) Connor after 20 punches, would stand up and wipe his forehead. “Phew! I forgot I can’t wail on normal people anymore…kind of miss those days.” Connor would roll his shoulders, and emerge from the ally way, fixing up his black jean jacket with a brown undershirt, and dusting off his dark blue jeans, with a sigh. It was a tad bit chilli out tonight, but the moon was about a quarter cycle, and the night lights looked pretty good. Connor would look to his left and notice some random kid walking along himself. Connor would nod to him, and proceed to make his way infront of him, walking on the side walk, with a happy kick in his step and whistling the andy griffeth theme song

Yasei noticed the guy in front of him walking past; he seemed chipper and quite upbeat. He frowned. Fuck being happy... Fuck it in the ass... ‘With a trench knife or something...’ That whistle the guy whistled out began to worm its way into Yasei’s brain and his eyebrow twitched in annoyance. What the hell is this shit? Inside of his coat pocket, his fists clenched as he tried his damndest to keep from hauling of and wailing the guy in the face. Between the whistler and Yasei’s boredom, he couldn’t keep still for long and before he knew it, Yasei turned around and as soon as his other foot hit the ground, he sprinted toward the man. ‘Well, so much for my boredom.’ He thought as he propelled himself through the air with his boots. Yasei slid his right hand from his pocket and before he reached the whistler, he swung his fist at the optimum distance so that his running would add power to the already moving fist that if it, would strike the man’s right cheek. “Oi dick, what the hell’s got you so fucking happy?”

Connor was walking with his upbeat-ness, until out of the literal blue he was struck with a punch to the face. Connor stood there. His cheek was stining a tad. He’d poke his lips out, in a bit of an angry pout before licking them and placing his hands on his sides. Connor would turn and look at the kid who had hit him. It was actually the kid he just saw while walking out of the allyway. Connor would pinch the bridge of his nose sighing, and look the kid right in his eyes. “So. So we just hitting people out the blue now? I mean that’s cool and all  you know, it is Kasaihana city, but you know what? I’m gonna step back. And we’re gonna do this right. Cause you. Have officially fucked up.” Connor would seemingly not even be affected by the punch. Probably a result of his workout. Whatever the cause, he’d take 5 steps back, before taking his basic free style fighting stance. Placing both of his hands up in a guard similar to a boxing stance, but a bit wider, his hands balled in fist, at the level of his chin, and his feet spread out shoulder width apart. Connor’s crimson eyes locked upon his opponents, before simply looking at his body in general. Connor was in a good mood, but now he wanted to give this kid a fair chance, before connor wailed on him in an unfair mannor. “ Put up or shut up kid.”

Yasei smiled at the man, this was going to be a fun fight. “Beating up on drug dealers was getting boring anyway.” He slid his right leg back so his left side faced the whistler, Yasei kept his hands balled up into fists but flexible and easily moveable. His right hand he kept near his sternum and his left he kept loose and free to move, you could see him shifting his weight from one leg to the other almost in a slight bounce type movement like in those crappy side scrolling fighting games. Yasei flicked his left arm forward toward the whistlers face, hoping he would bring his arms up to block the rapid punch. If Connor blocked, Yasei would follow up the previous distractive punch to throw a right hook to the man’s kidney. If Connor didn’t block, his hand would brush past the right side of his face so that Yasei could nearly feel the tiny hairs on his cheek and his right arm would swing forward so that his elbow would smash into Connor’s face. In either case, Yasei’s left leg swung forward and moved behind the closest leg Connor had to Yasei so that if Connor shifted his weight, Yasei would sweep his left leg towards himself causing Connor to go off balance.

Connor would keep his stance the entire time, watching and listening to the kid. He’d smirk, hoping ths would be a worth while fight. It had been a minute since after his training since he got to test anything, so it would be something interesting to see indeed. As the kid threw his left arm up, connor’s posistinong didn’t change, instead he’d merely bob his head to the right, his reflexes being more than sufficient to do so. As he did this however and his opponents hand brushed past his face, Connor watched the arm the entire time, note his guard was still up, and when his opponent came in with another right elbow, Connor would simply attempt to push his palm into the base of his opponents incoming elbow! Seeing as how the attack was in motion, this counter would play perfectly as the oncoming attack would be deflected upwards, and with a tremendous amount of force behind it, that would not only deflect the attack but 1: give the base of his bicep a roaring pain and bruised skin, and 2: send his body in a backwards stumble thanks to the upwards motion of it all. This would also put them a considerable distance away, making the opponents leg maneuver ineffective, as they’d now be at arm’s length and not leg trip range. Connor would capitalize on this in exactly a 5th of a second, as if the elbow counter worked, he’d  quickly attempt to throw a powerful straight right punch towards the opponents rib cage on the side of the elbow that was countered. If this punch connected, the opponents rib cage would have a painful tingle, and a literal fist mark imprinted on their skin from the force connor’s punch. This was just the start however, as if this hit connected or missed, Connor would follow up by throwing two low kicks with his left leg, aiming them at his opponents right sided knee cap, and the second kick at the right lower side of his opponents body where his intestines were. If the kick to the knee connected his opponent would buckle over in that direction, and have a sharp pain flowing from the knee to the thigh, and it would make the second kick attempt more viable, as if it connected with the opponents side, his body would then be in an oddly positioned arch, and sent stumbling towards their opposite side by 7 feet. The impact of the kick would literally push the diaphragm out of rhythm and stutter their breathing for the time being if impact was taken. If the kicks were countered by a back step of any kind, Connor would attempt to lash his whip like right hand out in a haymaker that moved much faster than a regular one, in fact connor’s hand would physically look like rubber he’d swing his hand so fast, that he’d aim it to connect with his opponents throat. If this punch connected, his opponents throat would literally momentarily close up, and cause his head to lean forward and wrap around connor’s fist before mushing his body back and airborne by 5 feet. In worse case scenario, Connor would prepare for any counter made upon his person confident in his ability.

Yasei stumbled backward from his counter maneuver, off balance from the punch but not bruised because of his high durability from growing up in the streets. As he stumbled back, he saw the whistler’s right fist coming toward his side and at that moment, he leaned to the right and twisted his body so that the punch connected with nothing but air and the elbow of said arm faced his front. Because of this, the kicks that Connor tried to execute would completely miss due to Yasei’s body position. At the exact moment he started to turn, Yasei went to grab the whistler’s fist and because of the fact that the fist was already in motion and Yasei’s higher agility, he would more than likely succeed in grabbing his wrist. At the same time, he threw his left hand into his opponent’s right elbow as he pulled the whistler’s wrist toward him. This would effectively break his opponent’s arm or cause it to be unusable for a few minutes. If this succeeded, Yasei would turn so that his back faced his opponent’s chest while still holding onto the arm and he would throw all of his weight to his shoulder and push it into Connor while pulling on the arm in an attempt to flip him. If the flip succeeded, Yasei, still holding onto the arm, would slam his right foot on his opponent’s right shoulder and then attempt to make that arm even harder to use. He’d follow up on that by falling backwards as he wrapped his right leg around the arm. Once he hit the ground, Yasei would arch his back whilst pushing on his opponent’s body with his feet, hyperextending his opponent’s arm. If this didn’t succeed, he would let go with his right hand and slam his elbow into the whistler’s gut in an attempt to disorient him. Yasei would then raise his right hand and throws his arm upward into the bottom of his opponent’s jaw. He would then swing his body to the left while hooking his leg around his opponent’s left leg in an attempt to force him off balance. Yasei used this to his advantage to turn it into a hip throw, forcing his opponent to be thrown away from him.

Connor would watch as his opponents positioning changed. “good move!” Connor thought to himself, and as he did this, he’d grab Connor’s fist, and attempt to pull his arm and push his hand into connor’s elbow, attempting to break the arm in general. “!!” Connor would avoid this by shuffling his feet forward moving WITH his opponent, and bending his elbow, thus making the attempt to break his arm null and void, seeing as how he’d move his body closer to his arm, and bend it inwards, avoiding the breakage. As he did this, his eyes never left his opponent for one second, studying the fuck of his body language, connor would put all of his physical training to good use in these next sequences! Since the arm attempt failed, Connor could see the elbow coming towards his gut. Planting his feet firmly in the ground, connor would grunt in a Chinese kenpo fashion.”URYAAA!!!” As the elbow hit connor in the gut it would’ve done more damage BUT Thanks to his super intensive training, connor has actually developed an anatomical miracle/deformity. He has a 12 pack i.e 12 abs instead of the maximum of eight. While this is seemingly a terrible defect, it actually increases the defensive area for the organs below and on the base of the ribcage, including the diaphragm. Gut blows towards connor's abdomen are now the equivalent of hitting a tractor tire with the rim still inside of it. An odd condition, that has no effect on his body, but makes him more inhuman than even he thought he was. When his opponents elbow connected to his gut, connor’s abs cushioned the vast majority of the blow with ease, combined with his intensively strong leg muscles to give him a firm and unyielding stance, connor’s body wouldn’t budge an inch and with his grunt, his breathing wouldn’t even skip a beat. Taking his opportunity, with his wing chun training in sensitivity, the moment the blow connected with connor’s abs, Connor would spring into action, attempting to grab his opponents arm and preform the following: he’d launch his right hand in an attempt to push it into the bend of his opponent’s arm, and using his left hand he’d grip his opponents wrist, and force bend it backwards, this motion inverting his opponents arm in a jujitsu lock, and in one swift motion that would literall all take place in 1 second, Connor would use his monstrous strength  to have a tight and almost inhuman grip on his opponents arm, only to then lift up and slide his foot forward, followed by swinging his upper body, the result being his opponent being thrown by his arm straight into the air by 50 feet! This was a probable feet, as connor could dead lift 900+ pounds with ease, it’s not surprising he could toss a human being a considerable distance. If this throw succeeded thanks to key factors like timing and position, his opponents body would flung 50 into the air in a constant flipping motion, only this was not a light notion. Air traffic tonight was heavy. As his opponents body would hit the peak of his ascension, it would be stopped by an oncoming barrage of hovercars all moving in front of and behind him, going at about 75-80mph! if one of these cars collided with him, while his durability might withstand the force of one slam hit, his opponents body would literally be pin balled to and front between the cars on the right and left sides of the road, most definitely repeated impacts would shatter bones, rip muscle, break skin and cause massive amounts of scar tissue, and over 20 concussions. Hell even a collision from one car would possibly shatter or at least break/crack whatever part of his opponents body had hit. Seeing this, if it connected of course, Connor would grit his teeth and breathe in sharply, closing one eye and flinching a bit. “Ouch….diiiiiiid NOT mean to do that.” Connor would stand idol, his hands folded and tucked at his side waiting to see the outcome. However if for some reason the throw was thwarted, Connor would keep his grip over the arm, and then attempt to flip his own body forward, his legs flinging along with him, and his opponents body flipping as well unless he wanted a broken. This flip would only take a single second to complete, as connor’s inhuman grip would put his opponent in a deadlocked armbar! Connor would pull on his arms, as while the flip commenced he’d attempt to get his legs into proper positioning, so if it went smoothly, the arm bar would be locked in. Connor would pull on the arm as if his life depended on it, his opponent arms arm slowly cracking, and the crack would inch deeper and deeper the longer he prolonged this situation.

As Yasei was flipped up into the air, he continued to flip but as he reached the peak of his ascension a car happened to be right above him and his feet just so happened to land on the bottom of the hover car. Using this very large plot device, Yasei pushed off the bottom of the car, launching him toward Connor with fast speeds almost like a torpedo. As he flew down toward his opponent, Yasei twisted in the air forward, bringing his leg outward so that on the downward turn, his heel would connect with Connor’s skull if he did nothing to dodge or block this attack.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8BeZnwyYsQ0&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkbiSVlrNHnbXbgZBIdU3Pl&index=23 ) Connor with gritted teeth waited to see the outcome of what was going to come from his throw! As he saw the boy’s feet hit the base of the car, and send his body flying in a rebound, Connor’s eyes narrowed, seeing the perfect opportunity to act. Things began to slow down in his eyes, not because of an ability, but sheer unbridled focus, on everything. The detail of his push, the acceleration rate, evens the distance. This was all based on observation not numbers, but a peak combatant like connor is good at judging the distances of attacks on a whim. AS the boy continued to flip Connor would bring his left foot in, shifting his position and slinging his left arm across his chest. “Wait for it…” As his opponent’s leg began to take surface, connor would’ve successfully dodged the attack, but with inhuman timing and striking strength, connor would attempt to whip his left hand out with all of his might! Aiming it for the back of his opponents neck, if it connected it would have two effects. 1: the chop to the back of the neck at connor’s full strength, would not only literally cause a terrible shock through his opponents entire spinal cord being hit from that one focal point, but his opponent’s neck would bend backwards, wrapping around connor’s hand like a literal glove, the very force behind it would feel like being hit with a steel baseball bat…swung by the hulk. This wasn’t an exaggeration, as connor was not only strong, but a martial genius, meaning he could position his muscles perfectly to achieve the maximum amount of power  in his strikes each time. 2: the force from this chop would accelerate the spin of his opponent’s body, causing him to spin one more time at an acceded spin speed estimated around 65mph, but this time his head would literally flip forward, since connor’ would accelerate his momentum if the hit connected, and send his body to flip head first into the ground. This would cause a sickening “CRACK” sound, as not only would the top of his opponent’s skull be split right open, but the pressure impacted on the neck from the chop AND the landing would nearly snap it right in two, however in this case it would only sprain his neck to an almost unfathomable angle. He’d have a gash in his head about an inch wide, and be bleeding out rather quickly, as durability only goes so far against acceleration and momentum, physics if you will. If this connected, Connor would look at the boy for a minute, before casually pulling out his phone, and dialing 911. “yeah Kasaihana ambulance please. Gotta hit and run. Corner of 3rd Madison street and Tasanagi drive.” Connor would hang the phone up, and stuff it in his pocket, turning his back and begin walking away. As he did, if the kid still had his hearing intact, connor would speak. “Seek me out again, when you want a rematch. I know you’ll want one.” However if this attempt missed, since it wasn’t specified how the kid would land he’d more than likely just crash into the wall, his forward momentum still intact, but minus connor’s interference.

- as his head comes into contact with the ground his body lays sprawled out. He smiled alittle as he began to bleed the pain barely registering as he began to try and sit up before realizing he probably shouldnt do that and layed back down laughing as he began to lose conciousness after hearing conners words. Damn right he wanted a rematch but it would be a friendly one.- you're good kid next time we meet lets not try and kill each other eh?