Ken Masters - That Other Gear Threat

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Description: Ken Masters takes an unusual soul-searching sojourn into Metro City to pick a fight. He finds Abigail, and plenty of fight.



[ABIGAIL]
Abigail's Scrap Metal is a strange anomaly here in the Bay Area of Metro City. The overall area is just pure 'hood. Not exactly the sort of place one would want to place a thriving business but despite this, a huge sprawling warehouse filled with top end gear and a massive junk yard with towering piles of flattened cars and wrecked machinery dominates an entire city block near an overlook that surveys a view of the harbor. It'd actually be quite nice looking of it wasn't so trashy with piles of tires, abandoned half worked on cars and the neon flickering sign of the scrap yard-mod shop illuminating the area with its garish colors. Oh and there's a massive monster truck parked just outside of the shop with the side view mirror on the drivers side dangling off, barely holding on by the wires itself. Plus a serious dent on the door.

"Two-P, you are dead. Sorry. Write the will. I get all your things." yawns Roxy, an orange haired hottie as she peers at the damage to the car. "What the hell did you do??"

"It wasn't my fault!" exclaims a punkish looking man who also has orange colored hair in the form of a spike mohawk. "We almost got into an accident with some rich looking punk! I panicked and swerved and.."

"You wanted t race you idiot. Besides, you think The Chief's going to care? He's gonna kill us!" panics J a blond mohawked look alike to Two-P,

"He's gonna kill -you-." corrects Roxy, "I aint in it this time. Why'd you even take the truck out, you know how that big gorilla is."

[KEN MASTERS]
It's safe to say that Ken Masters knows a little bit about Metro City's crime problem. It's safe to say that when the Blonde Battler drove into gang territory in a shiny new Porsche hypercar, he was expecting to attract some attention of the decidedly chaotic variety. It's safe to say that this isn't the safest of lifestyle choices, and it's also safe to say Ken -laughed his ass off- when the gaudy truck that tried to dust him lost control and wiped out in his rear view.

The KERS kinetic electric assist is the stuff of the future, just ask the Maestro, even if the rattled bangers aren't exactly thrilled by the technological marvel they witnessed,just this moment. Top down, windows open, Ken's long blonde hair whips behind him in the wind summoned by his travel -back- towards the scene, kept from his face save escaping, wispy locks by a ponytail bound in black ribbon.

Masters is dressed way too nicely for this part of town, in a pristine white suit over brilliant red silks, tires squealing eloquently as he masterfully slides the Porsche 918 to a stop near the scrapyard, pointing evenly at the monster truck and revving his engine in a further attention-drawing roar.

No one's getting away with it this time, are they? It's likely the Ansatsuken expert would have it no other way. A few tapped controls bring the hard rocking riffs sounding from within the hypercar to the level of profoundly blasting, adding further subtlety. Ken just grins, to himself as much as anything, a wolfish thing fueled of building adrenaline.

[ABIGAIL]
"I swear to God you guys are such -babies-." complains Roxy as she peers at the damage, "Just fix it before..."

And then..well..that. Ken's arrival is right on time and does exactly what he intends it to do. Two P and J snap their attention his way, eyes widening in shock while Roxy straightens back up and leans against the car, hand on a hip and eyebrow raising appreciatively, "Maybe you guys need to wipe out more often." she chides.

"That's him! That's the guy!" exclaims J

"I got eyes, idiot!" retorts Two P. "I see it's the guy!"

"It's the guy!" repeats J. "We're saved!" He then remember he's supposed to be mad and a frown crinkles his features., "Oh yeah, it's that guy!"

Two P sighs and then grunts, "Yeah man, yeah." He flicks out a comb. Does a quick run throug his orange mohawk, brings his shades down and then does his best 80's style gang thug walk over in the direction of the Porsche and its all to smug driver. Behind them all Roxy just sighs and rolls her eyes.

"Hey man." yells Two-P, "You got a lot of nerve coming after us, man. You hear to pay up for the damages you caused, man? You better be, man!"

"Yeah!" echoes J from the background.

[KEN MASTERS]
A pair of designer shades are tapped down to the tip of his nose to better allow Ken to level shining dark, green-flecked eyes on the approaching toughs. "Pretty sure I watched -you- cause it." They look quite alike, don't they? Still, Masters does a good job of picking out, and addressing the driver.

"Don't tell me you're not insured...." Cue Ken's -totally- legit shock and disbelief. Sure, he could easily just pay for the damage; he might even have an inclination to do something magnanimous like that. ... once he's had his fun.

The Blonde Battler shakes his head in profound disappointment. "I just wanted to make sure you were, you know. Alright. And no one needed an ambulance.." it's only vaguely insulting if he leaves it there, right?

That glimmering gaze passes to the doppelganger, then to Roxy, who gets a wink, "It's risky riding with a maniac." This idiot's poor passengers. Ken cues up the small, high-def display mounted on his dash, with impressive footage caught of their wipeout looping upon it. "Look at that wreck. Man, you can't drive. If a guy can't swim, he should keep his ass out of the pool."

[ABIGAIL]
Roxy smacks her lips, rolls her eyes and does her best 'hood-girl' neck roll at Ken's comments to her. She's a practiced hand at such movements and it's clear she's unimpressed .. or at least intent on not making it easy for Ken here, "Well I see there's always room for another egomaniac." she drawls out languidly, "...Welcome to the party, you're in good company.."

"Roxy! You're supposed to be on ou side!" hisses J at her. He then turns and stalks after Two-P to join him with attempting to bear down menacingly towards Ken's car.

"Yeah, man, you got jokes? You got jokes?? Is that it?" snaps Two-P, "I was just letting my bro here get some good practice behind the wheel and you had to go showing off. You see that?" He points at the truck, "That baby's got a 6.5 V8 Turbo Diesel engine! Custom modded and fitted with the best gear you can buy. Not like this flimsy piece of trash you're driving around in. You clearly got the cash so fork up what you owe us, man."

"Yeah!" says J, finally catching up, "Or maybe we just take it out of your hide -and- your car!"

"Oh brother.." sighs Roxy

[KEN MASTERS]
From the subtler quirk of Ken's lips at Roxy's retort, he kind of appreciates it. Maybe Masters doesn't disagree-- maybe he's just glad he's becoming -such- an amazing actor. ... it could also be both, really.

"Hey. Hey hey hey." Hold it right there. Important clarification time. "I didn't say a -thing- against your suped up truck. So basically your retort is 'Yea, well..... that thing's awesome and messing it up means we suck worse than you said man!!" which seems to entertain the Blonde Battler as well.

It's when he's crowded, when he's threatened, that Ken chooses to step out of the vehicle. -After- a well-timed, sudden, forceful /slam/ of the driver's door into the closer Mad Gear ganger when he walks up. It's quite possibly enough to take most of the fight out of the fellow in one violent motion. "Let's leave the blameless, sexy sexy wheels out of this disagreement." Not so much because he's worried about the damage, but credit where credit's due.

The self-proclaimed Maestro cracks his knuckles, and plants one fist into the opposite palm. "Counter-offer: Come try to earn it, 'cause it doesn't look like I owe you what you want...." He's full of bravado, fearless-- but not really naive. It's the confidence, the poise, the power of a champion warrior who knows -exactly- what he's getting into; even if this winds up being one of the times he gets his ass beat.

[ABIGAIL]
It's just not J's day. First he wipes out in the prized truck of trucks, damaging the drivers side mirror and scraping the door and now this. He's just not on his game! He walks right up to the car as the door flies open, slamming into his legs and belly and causing him to double over and then go tumbling backwards in a heap, touching down onto the oil and tire track streaked ground with an audible groan and a flourish of his bright yellow jacket.

Roxy turns upon seeing this and raises an eyebrow. There's also a ..metal bat straddling her shoulders. Where'd she get that from? Well she's got it now. She makes no move to intervene though and just leans against the monster truck while peering intently at the brewing brawl.

"J!" yells Two-P, "That does it, man. You gonna disrespect us on our home turf?? You don't know who you're dealing with, man!" He lunges in, attempting to go for the swing with motions that are....surprisingly adept considering that he appeaers to be just another in a long line of former gang members who served Mad Gear.

"Save..some..for me!" wheezes J as he tries to get up.

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters has started a fight here on the left meter side.

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COMBATSYS: J has joined the fight here.

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Ken Masters      0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0                J


COMBATSYS: Two-P has joined the fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Jay endures Ken Masters' Random Weapon.

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"Are you guys -crazy!- you're going to wake up The Chief!!" shouts Roxy, "Get over here and just fix the damn truck!"

But nope! The fight is on. Oh it's on! Two-P is physically the bigger of the two though not by a huge amount. Even so he is brawny if lacking in true..well..skill. He reaches out and lunges over at Ken with gloved fist.He's had some practice of late with all the UN protests and 'security' Mad Gear has provided so he's not rusty or incompetent just..boring. Ken has probably seen ten thousand punches like this come his way.

J, for his part, slumps over the car door and pulls himself back up. Even as Two-P lunges in, he does the same, coming at Ken from behind with his arms out to try and wrap about Ken's body to hold him for Two-P's punch and then to try and drag him to the ground forcefully. "Yaaarrrgh!"

COMBATSYS: Jay successfully hits Ken Masters with Quick Throw.

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Ken Masters      0/-------/-----==|


COMBATSYS: Ken Masters dodges Two-P's 1-2 Punch.

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[KEN MASTERS]
Was it the blonde mohawk, or the orange mohawk that was driving the truck? Truth be told, Ken's not sure. They both take offense to his jibes anyway, and that's all but definitely by design. One thing is abundantly certain: the flippant half-Japanese martial artist is aware he's escalating the situation. One is also largely given the impression he can take that heat.

To his decided credit, J is -fast- to recover. It's almost like he's been beaten by a car door before. The ganger feints around that swing and in at Ken as he sets one foot out of the car, his surprise grapple drawing a sharp arch of the Maestro's dark brows even as he is drawn into J's somewhat oddly scented embrace.

He's down to the dirt in an instant, but it's one knee that painfully slams ground, as the other foot flexibly flexes upon the firm frame of his ride, flipping with abrupt alacrity and alarming force into a tight, graceful somersault that buzzes the blonde's airspace.

If Ken has his way, J will be snagged in that first rotation by a darting, viselike clench of ironclad fingertips leveraging him into a tight tumble-- a full seven-hundred and twenty degrees of momentum-building sacred martial geometry, to be exacting about it.

It's like Ryu's standard judo back-throw, but with way more tumbling, and let's be honest-- tumbling is stylin'. At the end of those two forceful rotations, should J be along for the ride, he'll be flung at high velocity and harsh trajectory away from Ken; ... and in at the side of their truck.

Even if Masters doesn't get his hands on J, he's a whisper on the breeze as far as Two-P's fists are concerned, coming up between the orange mohawked member of Mad Gear and said monster truck.

COMBATSYS: Jay blocks Ken Masters' Jigoku Guruma.

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Ken Masters      0/-------/----===|


[ABIGAIL]
"Gwaaaaagh!" shouts J as his body leaves the earth and he finds himself tumbling skywards, end over end, towards the Monster Truck in the distance. Mad Gear, however, sometimes has a habit of making its own form of bizarre luck, and just before impact J manages to twist and bring his arms up in a way that he blunts most of the impact force and instead goes skidding across the hood of the giant truck to tumble to the ground on the other side in a slight daze which he rapidly shakes off.


Roxy observes what Ken just did, looks at her bat, looks at Ken, and then just drops the bat, "Nevermind, I'm out." and she turns and starts sauntering confidently into the garage and away from the fight.

"Roxy, you traitor!" yells Two P, for the moment left alone with Ken. He quickly twists his body to try and take advantage of Ken's recoil from his own throw and then he lunges, pushing off of the ground in an attempt to try and slam into Ken like a battering ram.

COMBATSYS: Jay takes no action.

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Jay              1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0            Two-P
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Ken Masters      0/-------/----===|


COMBATSYS: Ken Masters interrupts Ramming Speed from Two-P with Ago Bachi Ni-Ren EX.

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[KEN MASTERS]
"Hey, good recoveries!" Under the circumstances, the observant encouragement offered to J as he skids over the truck instead of into it might seem a little bit sarcastic. Truth be told, Ken just can't help himself. He's a sportsman, and a lover of fine art, and while what J does might not meet that watermark, the guy has spunk. It's just that the Blonde Battler is also an expert-level troll.

Case in point. A smirk is tossed Roxy's way, alongside a mock salute. "Too bad; I'm sure you're a better dance partner." The difference in ego between the men: Masters justifies at least a portion of his hot air pressure.

Now, he lunges in a white-red blur, -slamming- full bore into Two-P's charge in turn. No wilting flower, the young champion not only rattles cages as his own is rattled, he whips a powerful jackhammer uppercut squarely into Two-P's face, well and thoroughly reversing that offensive momentum.

The Blonde Battler follows it through with a right, cracking up under the ganger's jaw and likely setting the orange mohawked marauder back on his ass in turn, Ken's ponytail fluttering out behind him in self-generated wind as he unleashes a bellowing, "HYAAAH!!"

[ABIGAIL]
J is back into the fray as this occurs. "He's like onna of them martial arts dudes!" he yells, finally getting a clue, "Onna Guy's I bet! I thought Chief said Guy was good with us now!" As lunges in he reaches out and snatches a wrench up from a tool box. Truth be told he's more into knife wielding but he's got enough common sense to know doing that here will -truly- bring out trouble, what with this supposedly being a legit business now. So..a wrench! That's 'legal' right??

He bears down on Ken with it, swinging wildly in an attempt to bring the wrench around into Ken's flanks while at the same time Two-P recoils and then recovers, holding his ground He reaches a large hand up for Ken's face to try and grab hold of it and then slam it down towards the side of his the Blonde Battlers luxury car. Their timing is..sloppy but managable.

"Don't know, don't care! But if he is, we're sending Guy a message right now!"

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters dodges Two-P's Faceplanter.

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Ken Masters      0/-------/---====|


COMBATSYS: Ken Masters blocks Jay's Power Strike.

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[KEN MASTERS]
Rather than finding the rich prick trapped between them, Two-P and J find Ken like the water. He twists and flows out of Two-P's grasp, leaning in towards J. He surges and slams with an elbow into the first swing, and it vibrates harshly off the Ansatsuken expert's hardened defense. The Maestro uses that momentum to sidestep adroitly, driving further flailing wrenchwork away with forearm and palm.

At best, J manages to bruise the Blonde Battler in that assault, even as Ken deftly dances around his flank to put him on the same side as his comrade; all while sacrificing no more than a half-step of proximity. It's a full step that Masters makes in a flash, just out of tempo, just where he sees a vulnerability, an opening in the other blonde's half-honed defenses.

Ken sharply twists his weight, anchors his left foot, and rockets his right heel all but straight upwards amidst a fluttering of fine slacks, launching a punshing brain-jarring kick that descends to Earth in a similary punishing axe-stroke. It's brutal, graceful, the dance of rapids and eddies, the fluttering glimmer of inner fire; inner furnace; mountain and storm. They're like moths to a flame.

COMBATSYS: Jay blocks Ken Masters' Strong Kick.

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[ABIGAIL]
Okay so now it's getting loud. J lets out a loud "Yaaaaaaagggg...!" as he attempts to block Ken's assault and by some stroke of that Mad Gear luck, manages to get his arms up in time to take the force of the kick and go flying back to slam against Ken's car and wildly rebound off of it. He rolls to the ground, battered but still holding onto that wrench, "C'mon Two-P, stop missing! Damn!"

Two-P grasps and catches air. Grasps and catches air, "The guy is too slippery, man! C'mon man!" he bellows before finally ducking low and attempting to circle around Ken and bring his arm up in a desperate attempt to wrap his forarm around Ken's neck and pin him against his body while arcing back in a chokehold effort.

"C'mon man!"

J lunges again, spinning the wrench around, "You lucky, rich boy. Normally I'd use a knife for this!"

Attempting to flank and take advantage of the double team up, J brings the wrench around once more, jabbing it for Ken's flank and then aiming the flat of it for his face. He's at risk for hitting Two-P if this goes wrong ..but it might go so very right. But probably not.

Mean while the ground begins shaking. Quite literally.

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters dodges Two-P's Choke Hold.

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Ken Masters      1/-------/=======|


COMBATSYS: Ken Masters just-defends Jay's Cheap Shot!

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[KEN MASTERS]
Two-P's slippery approach seems successful for the blink of an eye, his arm so close to looping about Ken's neck before the young champion weaves gracefully aside, dropping low and out of range even as the limb tightens, a noose where he had been instants before.

In the split-seconds that follow, the Maestro twist to face the feinting J, his dark eyes flickering with unquenched inner fire, a mirror of the wolfish, white-toothed grin on his lips. He intercepts the thrusting wrench with a perfectly timed, rotating forearm, its force deflected along the padding of the sparring gloves Masters showed up wearing.

"In my neighborhood--" Ken observes, once more lunging forward to seek a grapple on the blonde ganger. This time, instead of dragging J into a tumble, Ken seeks to yank him off his feet and in, eye to eye, "We use a knee."

The Blonde Battler seeks to demonstrate, driving a knee like a piston up into J's ribs. It's the kind of technique that could murder a man, if that were the way Ken and Ryu practiced it. As it is, it's still a bone-crushing series of rising knees should J be caught in Ken's grip, each hammering the same point on the ganger's torso, before the harried foe would be tossed clear into the lot.

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters successfully hits Jay with Tsukami Nage.

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[ABIGAIL]
J ..says nothing. Not a cry of pain, or a shout or a string of profanities. His very breath is knocked from him and with it comes the racing threshold of unconsciousness. Ken's assault knocks him into the air, as if he just jumped onto a trampoline, sends him backwards, and he lands with a loud *THUD* right ontop of the monster truck where he lays there splayed out, and groaning loudly. His wrench goes hurtling through the air and then clangs and rebounds onto the ground, rolling over end over end...until it comes to a stop, right infront of Abigail's massive foot. Oh yeah. He's here.

It's hard to say how long he's been watching, but needless to say, he doesn't look pleased. His expression is tight, eyes glaring like a pitbull calculating the best way to tear into something. Anything. Adding to this is the fact that Roxy is standing just behind the giant. All she's missing is some sort of chain-leash to indicate that she's the one who went and got the behemoth. She yawns, demurely and then inclines her head towards the unconsciuos J and Two-P. "Thank me later."

Abigail, in the mean time, has started forward. He looms towards and over the monster truck, eyes J and then the damages to the truck from when it wiped out, and then glares at Two P.

"Notmyfaultnotmyfault! He did it, man! He did it!" Two P points at Ken. "And he attacked us when we offered him a mod, man!"

Abigail lets out a bullish snort, nostrils flaring and steam billowing out of them. He steps around the truck and starts walking with thundering footsteps that shake the area, cracking nearby windows, approaching both Two-P and Ken.

COMBATSYS: Jay takes no action.

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Ken Masters      1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0            Two-P


COMBATSYS: Jay can no longer fight.

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Ken Masters      1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0            Two-P


COMBATSYS: Two-P takes no action.

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Ken Masters      1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0            Two-P


COMBATSYS: Abigail has joined the fight here.

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Ken Masters      1/----===/=======|


[KEN MASTERS]
Most people, even fighting people... they take a look at a man like Abigail, and nature itself suggests being very afraid. He's huge; tremendously huge. Even Haggar would have to admit it. Ken, though, Ken just smiles wider, puffs himself up to his impressively average-by-comparison height, and holds his ground in a wide, sidelong ready stance on bobbing, lithe footing.

a"Your guys wiped out after showboating into a race they couldn't have won." the young champion offers evenly to Abigail, all but ignoring Two-P entirely. Without pretense, without prelude; like this big fella -has- to be aware his minion is full of shit, right?

Being dumb and that big is too archetypal even for Mad Gear. At least, Ken rolls the dice on that. Based on just one thing. "Twin turbo V8, all the exhaust and tranny tuning she needs to milk the most out of it." The Blonde Battler jerks his head to the truck.

"It's good work-- but this idiot can't drive." It's really just that simple. "I did come here and start a fight, though." Masters doesn't really offer the admission as any sort of apology. He hasn't calmed or quieted the fervour within, chaos and giant notwithstanding.

The Super Mutant Behemoth gets an even, steady analysis from the young champion, unintimidated but perhaps a shade impressed. "Maybe -you- can make that into something worth showing up for." Crimson sparring gloves clap crisply palm to fist as Masters lightly maintains poise and position amidst that titanic agent of further chaos.

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters gets fired up!

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Ken Masters      1/---====/=======|


[ABIGAIL]
Haggar? Try Hugo who Abigail is not only slightly taller then but has several hundred pounds of pure muscle on. Watching him approach is like watching one of those meme'd roided out oxens whose images float around from time to time on the internet. Except pictures of Abigail occasionally replace them when he's caught on camera. The guy basically defines immensity and his shadow threatens to swamp over Two-P,, Ken AND Ken's car as he draws nearer.

He raises a monster of an arm and points at Ken as he thunders closer and closer. "You.." he rumbles, huge hand shaking, and tensing. Knuckles cracking and sounding like tree trunks and boulders splinering. "Yooouuu..." he rumbles again. And then..

"You're Ken Masters of Ken Masters Garage! I love that show!!" Abigail's face breaks into a genuine honest smile that softens his bullish features and reveals his joy of all things automotive and modding. "You gotta sign something!!"

Two-P's mouth drops open in shock and Roxy facepalms, "Chief..nooo.."

But then...Abigail's expression darkens, almost saddens, "But..you can do that -after- I crush you like a tin can for beating up my men.."

And with that, Abigail lunges a huge fist forward, a massive blast of air accompanying it that rocks Ken's car where it's parked. At the last second he pauses just before reaching Ken, and a single finger flicks out with force usually associated with a jack hammer. "No hard feelings, Mr. Masters!"

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters blocks Abigail's Red Leaf.

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Ken Masters      1/=======/=======|


COMBATSYS: Two-P has left the fight here.

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Ken Masters      1/=======/=======|=------\-------\0          Abigail


[KEN MASTERS]
Ken greets Abigail's fandom with a wink and a finger-gun, "Damn straight." he confirms. To say that Abigail's garage is something of an unexpected diamond in the rough to the reality star is something of an understatement. His own, well-- that massive showroom of a garage he keeps on one of his properties is always overflowing, as is well documented via digital and blu-ray and network syndication. He may not have placed as high in King of Fighters this year-- but his marketing numbers rate the tournament a rousing success. The Maestro remains, however, less certain of the erupting war surrounding that contest.

"Oh, I'm asking for it!" Ken agrees agreeably as Abigail's meaty fist reaves the air, hammers against a stalwart, flexed forearm with force that might be more surprising were it not launched by this mountain.

Masters stands his ground, and launches back in similarly foreful fashion, seeking to shove off that guard and twist the towering titan's lashing limb painfully about as he twists a single half-spin inward and drives a striking elbow backed by all the Blonde Battler's substantial weight and momentum in for the side of Abigail's ribcage, a single blow seeking to wobble the behemoth back in turn.

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Ken Masters' Combo Grapple.

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Ken Masters      1/-======/=======|==-----\-------\0          Abigail


[ABIGAIL]
"I'm out, I'm out, I'm out, man!" shouts Two-P as he dodges to the side to get away from the two natural disasters.

Abigails arm is like a gigantic I-beam in comparative size to Ken. A huge bicep bulges up to the size of a buick and Ken finds the limb nigh impossible to move as he spins around and drives the elbow towards Abigail's size. A meaty *THWACK* reverbates as it impacts against Abigail's form, as his muscles bunching up thunderously to blunt the force of impact. Abigail suddenly launches his huge arm upwards, raising his other arm at the same time to hopefully catch Ken with his massive hand and get a grip on him before he can release and drop the distance down to the ground.

"Good!" he roars, "Good you're asking for it cause you're GONNA GET IT!" He attempts to slam Ken back down towards the rich boy's own car but will do so not merely once, or twice, but in a repeated series of slams that will undoubtedly leave their mark on the poor vechicle as well as the rest of the area from the shockwaves that would ripple out on each impact.

COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Ken Masters with Repeated Slams.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-

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Ken Masters      2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0          Abigail


[KEN MASTERS]
It's a pity that the big fella's goons are so quick on the escape, because what follows is a thing of epic grace; or brutality. One of those, Ken's head is a bit rattled just this minute. It's something of a mixed blessing when Abigail rises to the occasion and indeed offers the Maestro the challenge he had asked for-- sure, his wish is granted but it's in rather painful fashion. Alarming, even.

This inexorable onslaught might have been enough to lay Two-P or J low, as Ken fails to keep his footwork ahead of the mountainous marauder and is well and thoroughly plucked off his feet like so much baby bird, and hammered into the pavement repeatedly like-- hopefully not adorable songbirds.

That's just what Ken sees in the cartoon recreation of his experience, tweeting and fluttering about his head and dominating his vision as he's used to nigh-total his hot ride. Carbon fiber is far more forgiving than asphalt, a shining saving grace amidst the punishment. It's amidst that cacophany that Ken finds a moment of clarity, the realization that this could go on-- awhile. Holy shit!

"Heh-- you aren't wrong." The illustrious Mister Masters observes keenly, as breath refills his lungs, and he forces open his eyes. "Good." The lupine grin is undiminished, the Blonde Battler's confidence unwavering-- Ken comes back in hard, he strikes back bloody. What else is there to do? It's only fair.

The incomparably slippery champion kicks his feet defiantly back beneath him with the last slam, and launches point blank into a rising inferno. The conflagration is led by a rising right fist, a tight brick tempered in a brilliant plume of crimson flame, a blow and burn directed soundly into Abigail's hard-to-miss mass.

"SHOURYUU--" the Ansatsuken expert's trademark technique has many mutations these years into his practice, this one a spiralling, flaming uppercut with force enough to set even the titan aloft, a tendril of brilliant fire meteoric about his suited form as he seeks to deliver not one, but two Shoryukens in quick succession; with added burning. "REPPPPPAAAA!!!!"

COMBATSYS: Abigail barely endures Ken Masters' Shouryuu Reppa EX.

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Ken Masters      0/-------/<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0          Abigail


[ABIGAIL]
Flames erupt upwards like a biblical pillar of fire with a punch that carries with it force comparable to one of the machines Abigail's Scrap Metal uses to pile drive large vechicles into small blocks of steel. Needleess to say, that hurt. Abigail is rocked backwards,, emitting a loud "Gaaaaah!" in the process. His immense feet stagger, cracking the pavement from weight and force and his body teeters like a sequioa, craning over just shy of his roots fully uprooting and his immensity toppling over.

But he doesn't. His squinted eyes blink open and his gritted teeth of pain rework themselves into a gritted grin as his large lips curl into a sneer and his eyes grow wide with adrenaline and fury. His massive hand snaps up, lunging through the flames to try and grasp for Ken's waist with a grip that looks well capable of completely encircling the maestro's entire waist given the fact that Abigail's hands are big enough to crush cars between them.

COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Ken Masters with Abigail Smash.
Glancing Blow

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Ken Masters      1/----<<</<<<<<<<|=======\==-----\1          Abigail


"My tank is full and I'm ready to go!" he roars before launching his huge arm up, and Ken with it, looking to release the man at the apex of his arc and send Ken flying high..far higher then any human has the right to throw any other human. Ken would get a good look over the roofs of the tallest buildings in the area, story after story, before hurtling back down towards Abigail's waiting hand.

"KABOOM!" roars Abigail as he swings his massive palm around with a shockwave inducing slap that blows windows out and sends tires scattering from the whirlwind of force as it crushes into Ken, seeking to send him flying

[KEN MASTERS]
Ken lands far more gracefully than the teetering titan out of the additive Shoryus, quite according to plan. The Maestro touches down orbited by trailing plumes of vibrant chi, light on his feet, ready for-- well then!! The giant is on him with impressive swiftness and force, mass certainly being on the garage ganger's side.

Once more, Abigail surprises, punching well above the challenge the Blonde Battler expected starting shit with Mad Gear cronies; Haggar could have warned him, admittedly. "Damn, dude!" Ken exclaims as he's flipping his upwards momentum back under his own control at a rather unsafe height, kicking gracefully to put his feet back beneath him as he begins that speedy descent.

It's accelerated slightly by the Blonde Battler's own efforts, landing just outside the proverbial blast radius as Abigail is forced to contend with slamming a meaty fist into Ken's after-image. The sheer shockwave, the explosive, singular impact, it sends him lurching back even as the agile champion rolls with the hit. "You don't mess around!" One has to forgive him for getting the wrong impression given some of Abigail's company.

"Gonna have to dig deeper..." Ken finds his footing, and launches from it in one fluid motion, "Time to kick this up a notch!!" Pun unintended. His heel -does- come reaving around as he ascends and twists a full three-hundred sixty degrees in the quest to deliver a whirling flying kick squarely to Abigail's skull-- or maybe upper torso the way that guy is built-- complete with an erupting plume of flame to complete the fiercely flying firebrand's technique.

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Ken Masters' Senpuu Nata Otoshi.

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Ken Masters      1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1          Abigail


[ABIGAIL]
The truth is that Mad Gear didn't know what they had as some of their most powerful members, mostly the chiefs such as Rolento, Katana and ultimately Abigail, truly have incredible potential such that the world warriors themselves have come to recognize them. Even a standard enforcer such as Hugo, with the Andore family themselves being legendary in their own circles, has demonstrated the potential to rise to the top.

Abigail is simply an unknown due to his own habits. Limiting himself by immersing himself into his hobbies in a post Mad Gear world. As such any who encounter the giant and truly test him are usually shocked as this is no mere thug but the superhuman hot rodder!

His monstrous chest swells as he flexes, pushing his torso out and tightening his body to meet the impact of Ken's foot with a loud thunderous impact.

He pushes back against Ken, attempting to rebound the champion off of his chest and then follows it up with a huge punch that hurtles up in a wide upper cut. This one is followed by another. Then another. Then another in a rapid fire blurring string of machine gun like strikes that exist in complete contrast to how huge the giant is. "ABIGAIL PUNCH!"

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters can't buy an interrupt against Abigail Punch from Abigail with Shinryuu Ken EX+.

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Ken Masters      0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0          Abigail


[KEN MASTERS]
Ken has a plan, momentum, decisive strength-- but he hits an immovable object, and how! Landing deftly out of the defense despite the shove against the impact, the Maestro drops to a crouch, coiling, preparing to stri--- and that's about when he's overwhelmed by the crashing wave of punching fury.

Mis-timing his intended opposing force just a split second sees Ken well and truly overwhelmed, pummeled backwards again and again, feet barely keeping pace before he's slammed backwards, skidding low and dragging to a stop in a three-point crouch. Bruised, bloodied, the Blonde Battler's gaze has lost none of its luster as it snaps back up to Abigail, steady, intent.

Against all odds, Ken grins once more, "Man, you work with these chumps?" Masters shakes his head, ponytail still lustrous despite his suit now sporting bloodstains, pavement scuffs, and several ragged tears. "You're breaking my heart, man." And not because he failed to land his decisive art-- though that stings too. Ken paid good money for that.

[ABIGAIL]
This draws the first hint of a true frown to Abigail. One the one hand..yeah..why is he working with these guys and not touring the world, getting rich off of his superhuman size and strength. Not that he's got a -bad- situation here. It's junky on the outside but Abigail's Scrap Metal is a sprawling warehouse complex complete with busy scrap yard so he's doing some good for himself. Even so it's obvious somewhat living below his potential. And perhaps that stings slightly.

"Hey!" Abigail frowns, "They may be idiots..but they're -my- idiots!" Or perhaps not. A man can be content with what he has.

A massive hand swats out as he speaks, sending a tire whipping into the air from the back hand, bouncing onto the ground, and spinning violently through the air at Ken.

"Beat 'em up if you want but be prepared for High Octane reprisal!"

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters dodges Abigail's Small Rubble Toss.

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Ken Masters      0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0          Abigail


[KEN MASTERS]
"Mad Gear isn't your pals. Mad Gear isn't anyone's friend." Ken observes somewhat soberly; possibly the first words of overt import he's bothered to breathe this encounter. That, and the regret at Abigail's affiliations.

"You could be making this place -the- spot, fighting like you do. Making a global name for your garage." It's all about the brand, man. Ken's a household name because /marketing/, but the Shoryukens don't hurt either.

Ken zeros in on this hobby, this passion, as mattering more to Abigail than personal glory and fighting fame. After all, the abominations running Metro into the ground still have hooks in him. Masters vaults over the incoming tire with a gymnast's poise, landing gracefully already twisting into his next ascent, one which brings him the rest of the way in at the titan.

Beaten bloodied, hitting that brick wall again and again, Ken just doesn't have it in him to give up. Instead, he twists through the air in a violent top o' doom(tm), his rotorblade of a right foot trailing a dragon's tail of punishing flame as he seeks to hammer into Abigail time and time again in swiftly spinning tenacity. "TATSUMAKI SENPUUU KYAKU!!"

COMBATSYS: Abigail barely endures Ken Masters' Tatsumaki Senpuu Kyaku.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~

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Ken Masters      1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0          Abigail


[ABIGAIL]
"Mad Gear took me in when I didn't have anywhere to go." grunts Abigail while pointing a tree branch thick finger at Ken, "It's not what you think anymore, either. I'm legit now, so get off my case!"

His explanation is, perhaps, ill timed, as the next thing he knows, Ken has closed the distance, spinning impossibly through the air with a whirlwind of kicks that arc high enough and hit strong enough to crack Abigail right in the face over and over and over and over again in repeated rotations. "Rhrrblblgh!!" he rumbles unintelligibly as the force of the blow actually succeeds in spinning his monstrous body around and backwards, trailing the flames that briefly engulf him in a spiral of pyrotechnics. It's all pretty cool looking. Perhaps even....alluring!! For Ken at least. Alluring is not a word most would use to describe Abigail.

He crashes backwards like a fallen tree, scattering tiers everywhere, teeth gritted. Then his eyes pop open, veins the size of garden hoses standing out stark against his freakish physique as his muscles swell. The ground lurches and he suddenly vaults upwards. Lunging off of the earth in a rebound that sends him flipping high, and then descending downward towards Ken with both of his huge arms raised and then plummeting downward in a earth shaking hammer strike.

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters blocks Abigail's Giant Flip.

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Ken Masters      1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0          Abigail


[KEN MASTERS]
"Of course they did." Ken agrees, without actually agreeing with anything. "That's what they -all- do!" There's not really a lot of time to debate philosophy, given that the behemoth takes wing. The Maestro tracks the mountainous mechanic's ascent, instinct behind his blazing eyes ascertains intent, but Masters does not give way.

Instead, he stands in the wake of that impact with his defense raised, flexing arms before his crouched frame to absorb the impact defiantly, to stubbornly maintain close proximity with the much, much bigger fighter.

A cocky point of his finger, a wink of an eye, a grin on his lips, and it's suddenly proximity Ken uses to launch his own all-out offensive against Abigail, rocketing into the air in an explosive inferno, the chi now burning like a bonfire about him. The brunt of it is driven forward by impossibly blurring legs, driving kick after kick in at his adversary, exponential escalation versus the ones Abigail felt a moment ago.

Whirling about time and time again, Masters seeks to drive the mountainous mechanic back in a seemingly ceaseless series of reaving flying roundhouses that unapologetically defy all the gravity. Should Abigail be caught in the furious flaming feet, he would end his ride on Air Ken kicked abruptly skyward, into a column of flame and -another- rising hurricane kick, "One more for good measure!!"

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters successfully hits Abigail with Guren Senpuukyaku.

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Ken Masters      0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1          Abigail


[ABIGAIL]
Abigail's roar of pain is drowned out by the the sound of the chi powered inferno and for a moment he's lost from sight as the Bay Area is lit up by the plume of fire. He then erupts from the wall of fury, airborne, and goes tumbling backwards towards an abandoned hulk sitting atop cinderblocks just outside of his garage. His impact is thunderous, smashing the blocks to pieces and flattening the carl ike tin foil in a spray of glass and a screech of metal. The ground shakes, even going as far as caving in slightly as he rebounds and then rolls over a few times before coming to a stop. Clearly pushed to his limits.

"Hurk.." he rumbles, "..Hey.....Maybe you got just enough horsepower after all.. Sped up from last place to take the race at the end of the heat!"

He staggers to his feet and then waves Ken off, apparently in no position or interest to even try to make a counter strike after that.

COMBATSYS: Abigail takes no action.

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Ken Masters      0/-------/-------|


COMBATSYS: Abigail can no longer fight.

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Ken Masters      0/-------/-------|


[KEN MASTERS]
Despite his cocky delivery, Ken is subtly wary even after landing the punishing firestorm flurry, landing in a defensive stance and keeping decidedly light on his feet. Behind the ready guard is a degree of the desperate-- the fight's duration has drained Masters of many tricks, leaving him momentarily heaving for breath after putting his all into that last technique.

When Abigail doesn't charge anew, there's some relief in the next exhalation. "The Maestro always saves some for the last lap." And in this case, the boast proves true enough.

"Looks like you've got a new car to fix up." Ken observes, jerking his head towards the Porsche, "Unless you really can't appreciate craftsmanship outside nationalistism." Tsk, tsk. Grinning a bit, Ken moves to examine the mostly-intact truck, thoughtfully. "If you're serious about not working for Mad Gear, I might even get you on TV." Beat. "At least twice."

COMBATSYS: Ken Masters has ended the fight here.


[ABIGAIL]
"I -told- you. Mad Gear isn't just some random gang anymore. They..we.... .. Mad Gear's security with the UN!" Abigail stumbles on that part slightly. He doesn't really consider himself a 'member' per se. He's trying to run his own business and put his name out there as a gear head without peer and yet..all of his employee's and closest affiliates remain Mad Gear and who did he agree to help out when Katana came a knocking? Mad Gear. He grunts.

"You onna those types behind the news, or stuck in the past rich boy? Things aren't so cut and dry."

He pauses and then bellows, "TWO-P! GET OUT HERE!!"

Two-P emerges from his hiding place and after a sheepish look at Abigail's glare, heads over to the Porsche, "Fine, fine. We'll get the dents out."

[KEN MASTERS]
"The way the UN's warmongering lately, that's not exactly a step up." Ken rebutts without missing a step, shaking his head. "Even if they get their way, and I'd bet in the New World Order an awful lot of shit runs down that hill onto Mad Gear." Assuming whoever's calling the shots now isn't waist deep in it already, at least.

"You're right though, things aren't cut and dry. Best any of us can do is fight for something better, no matter who's calling the shots; or standing in the way." It has the ring of decision, an undertone of meaning intimate to Ken, rather than meant for Abigail.

A card is slipped into the truck windshield, and Ken tosses a peace sign, and starts to saunter off. "I'll be in touch." His course is a nondescript van parked just up the street that's been filming them with hi-def equipment, "Bobbbyyy, tell me we got all that!"

[ABIGAIL]
Debating such things is above Abigail's pay grade. It's questionable if he even cares or -really- understands what's going on. As far as he cares - U.N. = official job. Official job = legit, not just running from or fighting the local police or being considered a gang without at least some clout to toss around. Even so, his frown deepends as if this is not the first time he's heard this before. He may be single minded..but woe be the one who considers him utterly stupid. "What's that fool Katana got us into.." he grumbles.

Two-P is given a final withering glare. J's in for it as well ..but later. Making them fix Ken's car is apt punishment enough for now.

With that he turns and stalks wordlessly back into the depths of the garage.

Log created on 22:52:33 11/28/2017 by Ken Masters, and last modified on 17:21:11 12/08/2017.