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Old 04-19-2017, 12:21 PM   #1
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Theme: Murder by Death - Rumbrave

”Trust me, I’ll be back. Either way, you hold the leash. If I don’t come back or I ever make you doubt me, do what you must. But 'here' does me no good, boss.”

Metsubishi, River Country, Four Weeks Ago

Sweet, seductive smoke wove its way through the doorway and into the crowded streets, encircling the citizenry, accompanied as it was by the siren song of music and gambling. More than a few men and women were drawn into the dim depths, pressing through the throng to find a place. As they passed through the entrance, a dozen posters convinced them to come and see, beckoning like the beasts of prophecy.

One man sat at the bar, set apart from the growing throng by his presence. Dressed and groomed in the manner of riches, but not wealth, a gaudy cigarette holder hung from his lips, beneath the neatly trimmed moustache, the gems and metal glinting in what light was present. This man surveyed the establishment perhaps not as a king over his domain, but as a vizier, the right hand of power. He was not focused on savoring the accomplishments, but on calculating the coffers, the odds, the purses. He was a simple man of simple hungers, but his zealous pursuits of those hungers made him a success.

The bartender came over and placed a stout glass of a brownish-amber liquid at his place on the bar, a sprig of something suspended through a slice of lime on the edge delicately altering the taste. “Good crowd tonight, Morimoto-san,” the man spoke curtly, taking a moment to wipe up any mess on the bar, leaving the intricately inlayed wood pristine and polished.

Morimoto turned to regard his employee, carefully grasping the glass and making eye contact from behind gold-rimmed glasses. “Of course it is. We have the best drinks, the most beautiful women, and the best action in town.” As he spoke, one of the waitresses came behind the bar, exchanging an empty tray of drinks for a fresh one and depositing a sack of coins in a box filled with others. She cut her eyes to glance at the older man, smiled at his compliment, and departed back into the sea of customers.

The bartender’s gaze lingered on the departing beauty, as dangerous a weapon as any sword and wielded as effectively as any samurai against the wallets of the paying customer. “I suppose you are correct, boss, but, I mean...I am still surprised so many people would come and bet against him. You’d think they’d catch on eventually. This guy is unreal,” Sojiro stated with the casual exasperation that few professions know better than bartenders, filling the empty tray back up with various cocktails and some sake as he freed himself from the silent siren song.

Morimoto took a deep drag of his cigarette before raising the glass to his lips. Savoring the sip, silence hung in the air amongst the din of the betting parlor. His eyes drifted from the bar to the betting parlor, the line a frenzied rush of men trying to get their bets in before it was too late. From the betting parlor, his heavily lidded eyes swung next to the seats, filled beyond capacity by men and women with his waitresses weaving through, selling drinks and more to prince and pauper alike with little more than a smile and a suggestion of more. And, finally, resting his eyes on the ring, interwoven steel serving as a barrier between 'polite society' and the savagery to come. The thin rule of law...

“Because, Sojiro, there is nothing people wish to see more than the mighty laid low. Never something people hope for more than to see the mighty humbled.” The sip gone, Morimoto followed it up by a much deeper drink.

Morimoto let out a sigh in the wake of the harsh liquor, savoring the burn as an predatory smile crept across his face.“So long as we can make them believe that the odds are against him, they will keep hoping. And we will grow fat off their hope.”
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Old 04-19-2017, 01:03 PM   #2
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“OOOH! These are good seats, Kojima-san! I bet we can see everything from here!”

The sing-songy voice of the girl drew his eyes off the waitress, the fresh bottle of sake and the closer look well worth the coin. Gathering up both of their cups, the middle-aged man poured healthy portions for both himself and his younger companion. His wife never enjoyed going to these sorts of things. The enthusiasm of this girl was refreshing. Hopefully her enthusiasm spreads much further…

“Yeah, this should be good, Nanako-chan! I’m interested to see how he pulls this one out," he said, pushing the girl’s cup towards her.

Taking hold of the cup and enjoying the warmth through the ceramic as she held it in her hands, the girl turned back from the ring. “How can he beat two twins? The Twin Lions of Iron are undefeated! And there are TWO of them! There is no way one man can beat two men! That’s just math.” Her matter-of-fact statement was distorted by a bubbly slur. The drinks from their dinner before were obviously heavily affecting the young woman.

Kojima smiled and scooted closer, wrapping his arm around the young beauty. He noted how different it felt than his wife, how much more pleasant and empowering it felt compared to when he would wrap his arm around his wife. His wife wasn't this slender, this soft. She didn't smell of lilacs and her hair wasn't silky and black. The older man's wife certainly didn't look this good in a yukata. Best of all, perhaps, was that there were no arguments, no chiding not to drink or to fix this or that or to clean up the yard. [color=brown]“I take it you don’t know much about him, eh? The Iron Devil of Bird Country?”[color] His hand creeped from her shoulder down to her chest, slowly and surely.

Apparently too drunk or too distracted to care about the growing boldness of her date, Nanako turned her face from the steel structure in the center of the parlor to Kojima, a perplexed look on her face. "The Iron devil of what?"
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Old 04-19-2017, 02:43 PM   #3
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The music swelled over the noises of the crowd gathered into the smoke-filled parlor, silencing all other conversations as the house lights lowered, leaving spotlights to focus the vision towards the band on a small stage along one wall and the cage itself and a small table next to it outfitted with microphones. Everyone new, even the new people, that it was time to start.

A small, portly man dressed in a suit with a broad-brimmed hat took a seat at one end of this announcing table, tapping the microphone twice quickly to make sure it was on and at the right level. As the music hit its crescendo and began to quell, his drawling voice rang through the room, the crowd's cheers rising in response. "Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to King's Road Championship Fighting! Tonight, we have what promises to be a true slobberknocker as the Odo championship is on the line in a two-on-one handicap match! I will be bringing you all the action, joined as always by none other than the first Odo champion, the legend of this fearsome structure before you, the one and only Tiger King, Sanda Raiga himself!"

As the words left his mouth, the band began to play again, guitars and drums coming to life to herald the entrance of a masked man, likewise in a suit., though much flashier. Looking heroic and powerful in the fitted pinstripe suit and elaborate black and gold leather mask covering his entire head, he made his entrance from the back area, waving to the cheering crowds as he made his way to the announcer's table at cageside. Clapping the smaller man on the shoulder, he took a seat. "Great to be here, Kazuo-san! As always, it will be a privilege to join you in bringing these fans the action they crave, and we certainly have that tonight!"

As Sanda took his seat, Kazuo picked up where he left off. "That we do, King! Tonight, the undefeated Odo champion, Shibata Ishii--the so-called Iron Devil of Bird Country--will face his greatest challenge so far when he takes on the dynamic duo, Iron Country's Twin Lions, Ichirou and Jirou, in a last man standing match for the title belt! We have seen Shibata face many opponents--even several at once in the Battle of Kings last month--but never has he faced two who are united in their effort to defeat him and him alone!"

The raspy depths of Sanda Raiga's voice took over. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, bud--after all, this is not some mere man we are speaking of, but the Iron Devil himself! Anyways, I can't wait to see this fight tonight! Let's bring out the challengers first--what do you people say, are you ready for a fight for the ages?!?!?!"

The parlor erupted into raucous cheers that shook the walls. They were ready, all right. Like wolves baying for blood.
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Old 04-19-2017, 05:24 PM   #4
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The cheers and music swelled in the room beyond the door, but the man inside paid no mind. He had seen his opponents before the match, the so-called "Lions". Might as well be the peacocks for all the pomp. Shibata Ishii smiled beneath the simple black and white of his own mask, not considering that he wasn't exactly the picture of modesty either, with the extravagant cape that Morimoto had insisted 'his champion' wear.

As the challenger's music wound down and the crowd drew silent in anticipation as the slow, loud drumbeats began, signaling his own entrance, The "Iron Devil" stood and walked towards the door seperating him from the crowd. Taking a moment to adjust the gaudy belt of leather and gold and raising his cowl, he waited for his cue. 1-2-to the-3, 1-2-to the-

"--your champion, the undefeated, unbroken, unyielding Iron Demon of Bird Countryyyyyyyyyyy--SHIBATA ISHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

As he threw the door open to the roar of the crowd, boos and cheers alike swirled rushed upon his broad, scarred chest, his scowl conveyed even through the obfuscation of his mask, surveying the gathered crowd with superiority and scorn, the loud drums playing an oppressive march as the champion waded through the crowd, pressing in tight but not daring to come within reach of the weapons at the ends of his arms. They knew all to well what those hands were capable of and wanted no part of that for themselves. They had six months worth of evidence to draw from, after all.

Reaching the cage, Ishii turned to regard the announcers, giving a respectful nod to Sanda Raiga and Kazuo before throwing back the cowl and undoing the clasp holding the elaborate mantle on, letting it fall to the ground and turning to raise the championship high above his head, the crowd roaring louder, half waiting for his next victory, the other half hoping the twin lions devour him. He laughed, a terrible, deep, gravelly thing, lowering the belt and presenting it to one of Morimoto's cageside girls, trying to remember the name and failing, but certainly remembering her face and the look she gave him as she took the belt from him. He gave her a smile in return and headed inside the structure, his opponents eagerly awaiting the starting bell, bouncing from foot to foot and stretching.

It made the older fighter smile. They were not being cocky. They were not taking him or their advantage lightly. It appeared they had done their homework and knew that, one man or two, they would have to do this right if they wanted to walk away at all--let alone, walk away the co-champions. The three men walked towards the center to shake hands, Ishii offering his in good faith. His opponents could sometimes be wary of the handshake because of the strength and savagery he ahd displayed in the past, but, so long as his opponents had treated it with respect, then he had returned the same.

With the handshakes out of the way, the three warriors put distance between each other, though there wasn't much to be had. The tension in the air was electric. Shibata rolled his shoulders and dropped into a ready stance as the bell rang.
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Old 04-24-2017, 06:29 PM   #5
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Like auctioneers or particularly rousing proselytes, Sanda Raiga and Kozue played the crowd, whipping them into an absolute frenzy at the action within the steel structure. These matches didn’t normally last very long—no round breaks, after all—but the three men were putting on a great show and, thanks to the commentary, you would be inclined to believe that this was a clash of mythical titans rather than men of flesh and blood. And frankly, the pair’s salesmanship was only bridging the gap between reality and legend, for the action in the cage really was quite compelling.

”By god, King, did you just see what I saw? That was the famed twin lion kick, wasn’t it?!” Kozue had nearly leapt from his chair at the maneuver, the challengers landing a pincer-like attack of missile dropkicks, squarely booting the champ in the center of the chest and the back. That move had been the end of many a foe of the dynamic duo from Iron, almost always producing a KO and at least a few cracked ribs. ”Fight fans, I don’t know how the champ is going to come back from that! Nobody has yet!

An audible thud got the attention of Kozue—and, honestly, those fans nearest the announcers table, Sanda Raiga’s clenched fist toppling the drinks in the wake of its loud slamming. ”Don’t be so quick to discount the champion, Kozue-san! I think it will take more than that to bring Shibata Ishii to the edge!

That much was true, but how much more? As the brothers’ surveyed their prey, Ishii wavered for a moment, showing the weakness they had been waiting for this whole time. They just needed to know that he was, in fact, mortal. Nobody had managed to do much to him in all these months. But the small waver and grimace as he drew a deep breath—they had hurt him. That’s what they needed—a glimmer of hope.

And they were off to the races, wordlessly confirming their plans to each other before setting off like bats out of hell, approaching him from either side and feinting for their signature twin pride dropkick before suddenly dropping low. Instead of his face, the brothers targeted the weakness of any big man—the knees. Hard kicks to the outside of the knees battered the vital tissue beneath the skin, and, as they hooked their boots behind his knees, the sweep was complete. The champion found himself thudding onto his knees on the hard floor. A grunt of pain came as he began to move his hands to the ground to move. Move, old man, move!!!

But it was too late for that. Ishii’s gnarled, tree like arms were suddenly being twisted and locked straight at the elbow. The tension in the crowd rose to a peak, butts leaving seats as the audience as a whole began to press towards the cage to get a better look at what was about to happen. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, but fast at the same time. ”What sort of move is this, Sanda? What are the twin lions planning?!?!”

Sanda Raiga, the first Odo champion and a veteran of hundreds of fights knew this maneuver. He felt the pains in his arms—he’d suffered this before, but not like this. Not from two foes. As the lions played to the crowd with a small flourish, he began to speak. The words didn’t beat the fighters into the air, spinning forward, twisting Ishii’s arms even further and driving powerful overhead kicks onto the trapped arms.

”What are they doing, Kozue? They are breaking his damn arms!!!”
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