Match of the Millennium

Description: Business has been pretty good lately. A steady supply of customers and even an unexpected old aquaintance have bolstered Abigail's repair shop into something of a local hotspot. Naturally, it's just good sense make sure his supplies stay topped off for all those rush jobs and 'accidental' demolition needs. Unfortunately, the mountain of fresh tires in his yard have proven quite attractive to some unwanted visitors - a whole pack of werewolves who think they'd make mighty fine chew toys!

[ABIGAIL]
It's like a rags to riches story! A freak of nature, born to parents who named him after the local church mother, was bullied -for- his size instead of being the bully and then eventually became the bully, migrated to the United States, faked what country he came from..joined a gang to become one of the top bosses only to have that pulled out from under him. Then he pulled himself together, started the business he always wanted, hired his old goons--er friends..started becoming a famous car modder. Except he's also strong enough to crush cars between his hands and engine blocks with his pecs and has fists that hit like cannon balls so he received an invite to World Warrior where he found he was actually the least among the other true monsters of the world. Despite that he made it to the finals! Then he won Neo League! Then there was King of Fighters. All the while, his business keeps on rockin'. He's Abigail, folks! And it only goes up from here! He's actually got..fans now! What could possibly go wrong??

As far as he's concerned, nothing. He's actually in a good mood as he strolls through Southtown Village on the way to a supplier for one of his best selling set of tires. Why he's so happy that he's actually smiling with a friendly squinted eye look and his huge chin and fleshy jowels pulled into a strained expression that could shatter mirrors of he stared at it for to long. Somewhere in the distance, a woman screams at the very thought of this face.

But Abigail is..happy. Not the usual bumpy ride of having to rent a cargo plane just to cart his massive body overseas has him in a bad mood..though it does remind him of the need to finish that undersea capable Monster Truck.

The ground shaking, sidewalks splintering and window rattling continues as he rounds a corner and begins to approach the address he was given and the junkyard where his tires are being stored. "..Man..is this the place?! I can't read this!!"

[ZACH GLENN]
Abigail's life is anything but boring. It is also very much *his.* The mountain of a man seems... content. But you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men. It apparently includes mountains.

Kira Volkov's insane bid for control of Southtown, or her last stand, had seen to that. Darkstalkers, abused and enslaved into the service of the Black Dragoon, had started their rampage across the city. Southtown is resiliant, if it is anything. Everything will probably be fine.

Abigail's afternoon, on the other hand? Maybe not so much.

A chorus of howls erupts on the other side of the fence demarcating the junk yard, followed by dozens of heavy-footed falls. A lot of ripping and tearing can be heard, and bits of black rubber and metal banding are seen flying in the air. The howling gives way to yipping and barking. It's almost a joyous sound.

[ABIGAIL]
"What the..HELL?!"

Abigail goes slack jawed as he sees this happening even at a distance. His monster figure look like it's about ready to collapse right here and right now, tumbling to the ground like a landslide with legs as both of his enormous hands lift up and grip either side of his head. Pieces of rubber fly overhead or bounce into ruined piles near his feet and his body just begins to shake and slowly turn a beet red, like an overheating engine about to explode. Steam begins gouting from his ears, nostrils and mouths and his body begins to swell..muscle piling ontop of muscle, ripping away at his tee shirt and straining the tires encircling his arms as he gets bigger, bigger and bigger. A volcano about to explode.

"My..MY TIRES!!!! GRARRRUGHGHGHG-BBBBTTHHH--RARRRROOOOM!"

A certified tantrum results as World Warriors biggest behemoth begins stomping and flailing his enormous arms every which way and emitting a true chorus of roaring sounds like a fleet of monster trucks roaring and competing with each other for obnoxious loudness. He then brings into a charge, thundering, "VOROOOOM!" as he rushes for the outer fence of the yard, not bothering to try and either leap over it..or seek a door for entrance. Not when it'll just be something less then tinfoil for him to just waltz through.

COMBATSYS: Da Pack has started a fight here.

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Da Pack          0/-------/-------|

[ZACH GLENN]
The fence, and the mockery of a wall that is the corrugated metal sheet wedged between the chain-link fence and its supports, crumples under the charging pain train that is Abigail. If he can see clearly through the red haze, he will see a pack of... well... not men. And not dogs, either. But a little bit of both. They are, for the most part, smaller than Abigail aside from one or two of them. But they sport canine muzzles, wolf-like ears, and tails. And they are covered head to toe in varying colors of fur.

And they are, every single one of them, rolling around in the wreckage that *was* the tires promised to Abigail.

Several of them are playing tug-of-war with sections of the metal-banded rubber, others worrying pieces back and forth. All of them seem like they are having fun... right up until they all turn to look at him. Some of them are stunned, others expectant. One of the larger ones, engaged in a tug-of war with a slightly larger beastman, lets go of his part of the tire which causes the larger werewolf to go tumbling away under the released potential energy of the struggle.

Abigail's move.

COMBATSYS: Abigail has joined the fight here.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Da Pack

[ABIGAIL]
It's an odd mix of emotional states. Fury, confusion, disappointment.. It's certainly enough to give him pause as he sees the bewildering sight before him. Actually that's a good one. Bewilderment. It sums up the look on Abigail's face quite well as he stares at the chaos and tries to make sense of it all. "Bwah...buh..HUH?!"

But then the larger werewolf releases the smaller one and the sound of him crashing back into more tires shakes Abigail out of his confused daze and he straightens up to his full height and points at the group before him. "Bwaaaauuughhh!! You're going DOWN Fido! Those are my TIRES!!!!"

The next instant sees the ground lurching, shaking violently as the behemoth goes charging forward -- rushing at the largest werewolf first and likely bowling over any that attempt to get in his way. A massive fist draws back as the ground shakes more and more with each successive pounding footfall. "Vroom, VROOM!!!"

COMBATSYS: Da Pack blocks Abigail's Dynamite Punch.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Da Pack

[ZACH GLENN]
The werewolves start to charge, sensing Abigail's hostile intent, and seek to overwhelm the big man with sheer numbers. Several are sent flying, yelping in pain as they are simply run over by the unstoppable force. Abigail'sm fist falls short as the larger beast ducks out of the way.

The pack starts to circle Abigail, failing back on ingrained instinct. A couple, from opposite side of the edges of his field of vison, charge Abigail, lashing out at the backs of his legs in an attempt to hamstring the larger man!

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Da Pack's Rend.

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Abigail          0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0          Da Pack

[ABIGAIL]
No, see, this is that tough meat that's hard to sink ones teeth into. Abigail's body has withstood the force of people basically throwing around what amounts to nuclear blasts for the impact it has on the local area around such attacks...so a bite akin to what he gets from junkyard dogs doesn't slow him down much. Instead he crouches low and then leaps, lunging up out of the mass of the group of wolves with surprising dexterity and speed considering how immense he is.

"RRrrrrrrr..KABOOM!!" he roars while flipping a full flip and then descending downward towards the center of the gathered pack with both of his fists clenched together and coming down in an earth shaking haymaker strike.

COMBATSYS: Da Pack dodges Abigail's Giant Flip.

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Abigail          0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0          Da Pack

[ZACH GLENN]
The pack scatters. Abigail's path and intent are pretty clear, and they clear out enough to get out of the way of this juggernaut. They reconvene pretty quickly, and proceed to pounce as a unit upon Abigail as he tries to recover from his landing.

Fangs and claws lash out, going for vital points, going for the face, the joints, the muscules, in an attempt to bear the big man down under sheer numbers as they proceed to rip and tear.

Until the job is done.

Da Pack falls asleep.

[ABIGAIL]
The ground craters and cracks as Abigail thunders in with a total miss. He staggers, stumbling briefly and then as he straightens back up the pack of wolves come thundering in, swarming and swamping over him and bringing him back down to his knees from the sheer chaos of it. He blinks a few times at the snapping teeth and swiping claws, briefly thrown off and confused and momentarily concerned at the sheer intensity of it all.

And then his trademark rage roars back into place.

A massive flex and a thunderous heave causes him to erupt upwards, arms splaying out and chest ballooning as he attempts to send the entire piled up herd hurtling off of him, skyward even, to let the sheer force of his body's movement and gravity do the rest of the work, "KABOOOM!"

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Da Pack's Dogpile.

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Abigail          0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0          Da Pack

[ZACH GLENN]
Da Pack wakes up.

Da Pack falls asleep.

Da Pack wakes up.

COMBATSYS: Da Pack blocks Abigail's Bay Area Sunrise.

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Abigail          0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0          Da Pack

Werewolves are sent flying at Abigail's massive flex. Some of them land on their feet. Others are caught, either by accident or design. A few, though, are less fortunate, slamming into cars and other assorted junk before crumpling into broken heaps of their own. Perhaps Kira was not taking good care of her assets.

The remaining wolves reform the circle, pacing around Abigail with a steady deliberation. Then a couple of them leap for Abigail, claws reaching for the mountain's eyes in an attempt to blind the big man!

Da Pack falls asleep.

COMBATSYS: Abigail endures Da Pack's Gouge.

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Abigail          0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0          Da Pack

[ABIGAIL]
"Hey, not the face, NOT THE FACE!!"

Abigail flails, whirling his arms around and tightening his body up. He's been in enough fights to know how best to shield such a vital area but it doesn't stop a few claw slashes from scoring across his upper body and leaving a mark on his expressive features. Blood spurts, his eye sight is briefly inhibited but he avoids permanent and severe damage and instead powers through furiously while exclaiming, "WHO OWNS YOU MUTTS?!"

His body twists, spinning like a whirl wind as he sends one tree sized arm whiring around followed his launching into a massive upper cut intending on gathering up a group of the creatures in one feel strike and sending them hurtling from him.

COMBATSYS: Da Pack dodges Abigail's Abi Twist.

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Abigail          0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0          Da Pack

[ZACH GLENN]
The pack scatters once more, getting clear of Abigail's furious assault. Are they reading his moves? Acting on pure instict? It doesn't really matter in the end, as the weres snarl defiance at the giant who has interupted their playtime!

Several of them pounce, from multiple angles, each trying to rip a piece of Abigail off with snapping jaws!

COMBATSYS: Abigail interrupts Fierce Bite from Da Pack with Abi Lift.

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Abigail          0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0          Da Pack

[ABIGAIL]
The Superhuman Hot Rodder has had enough. IF they want to play for keeps. Fine. A little of that ol'Mad Gear Boss rears its ugly head and the behemoth burns red. His body swells and he spins around again with both of his arms splaying out thunderously in a blur of motion that arcs up wildly and is sure to send bodies flying as he withstands the claws that do land him like a boulder weathering leaves brushing against it. "KABOOOOM!"

[ZACH GLENN]
Werewolves are sent flying with howls and yelps. Some of them crash to the ground, only to recover and scamper away by bounding over the fence. No fun was worth this! Others don't get back up again, and some of the larger wolves take notice of this. The second largest lets out a savage snarl and leap atop Abigail's shoulders in an attempt bear the big man to the ground!

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Da Pack's Strong Tackle.

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Abigail          1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0          Da Pack

[ABIGAIL]
"Get OFF!" roars Abigail as his massive body swells even BIGGER. His tank top vanishes, ripping to shreds as his chest barrels out, his shoulders build sinew atop sinew and his huge form seems to erupt into a furious mountain of muscle and rage such that his previous scale is now dwarfed. He splays his massive arms to the side, flexing his enormous back to try and rebound the larger werewolf off of him like a dodgeball hitting a wall of titanium.

"Your MUTTS have gone and MADE ME MAD!"

COMBATSYS: Abigail VROOOOOMS!!!

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Abigail          1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0          Da Pack

[ZACH GLENN]
Da Pack falls asleep.

Da Pack wakes up.

The mountain has been angered, but the pack seems... not unconcerned, but not *scared* either. Retreat is not an option. They have never been allowed an option until this day, and when they did?

This *human* got in their way. Hurt the pack. He would pay for that.

The werewolves howl as one, and charge at Abigail. They take quick swipes at him as they pass, in an attempt to make the big man look everywhere at once. However, that is not possible for a mere human.

Da Pack falls asleep.

Da Pack wakes up.

Da Pack falls asleep.

Da Pack wakes up.

Da Pack falls asleep.

Da Pack wakes up.

COMBATSYS: Abigail blocks Da Pack's Wild Frenzy.

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Abigail          1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0          Da Pack

[ABIGAIL]
The Superhuman Hot Rodder has no need to see where attacks are coming from. It comes with the territory of being 'Superhuman'. As such as the attacks bear down on him, he simply stiffens. A towering wall of meat that seems virtually invulnerable for a few instances and then..his enormous fists begin to blur into a serious of machine gun like blows.

They hurtle into the entire pack, firing off like the firing of tank rounds and blasting everywhich way with thunderous earth shaking and shockwave inducing force. His body burns read, steam roaring from his ears and nostrils as he bellows: "ABIIIGAAAIIIIIL PUNCH!!!!"

[ZACH GLENN]
Da Pack falls asleep.

Da Pack wakes up.

COMBATSYS: Da Pack Toughs Out Abigail's Abigail Punch!

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Abigail          0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1          Da Pack

Werewolves go flying. This time, none of them arise to scamper off. They don't even seem to be writhing in pain. They are completely still, lives wasted in the name of the Black Dragoon. The largest of the wolves watches as his pack is mowed down by this unstoppable force.

He lets out a fierce howl that shakes the dust around him and *leaps* for Abigail's throat.

The job is not yet done.

COMBATSYS: Abigail barely endures Da Pack's Rip and Tear.

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Abigail          1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0          Da Pack

[ABIGAIL]
Abigail forarm launches up just before the bite can gain purchase on what would have certainly been a lethal strike for him or close enough to it. Distraction by the fact that some of the werewolves aren't moving anymore causes him to stagger briefly. -That-..wasn't his intention..but it's to late now and searing pain rips through him as the leaders teeths sink into him and bear his massive body backwards and nearly to the ground. His own teeth grit, his expression one of a furious and embattled junkyard dog now before he pushes and then lifts, attempting to hurtle the 'chief' away from his bruised and bloodied form. "GET OFF!!"

He immediately follows this up with a jump, hurtling after the large werewolf and then twisting his body into a massive crater forming dropkick!

COMBATSYS: Da Pack blocks Abigail's Ontario Drop.

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Abigail          1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0          Da Pack

[ZACH GLENN]
The alpha hunches his shoulders, catching the thunderous kick on meat instead of bone, but still staggering slightly under the impact. He keeps his feet, however. Most of his pack has fallen around him, but he recognizes that he *cannot* retreat.

The monster would come after him.

Instead, he lunges once more, lashing out for perhaps the last time. Red in tooth and claw, bloody fangs and gorey claws snap and slash at Abigail!

COMBATSYS: Abigail fails to interrupt Fierce Mauling from Da Pack with Red Leaf.
- Power fail! -

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Abigail          1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0          Da Pack

[ABIGAIL]
"Augh!!!"

Abigail reaches, trying to grip and grab the pack leader before he gets in to close..and he misses entirely. The leader swipes at him, raking visible damage across the exposed mass of the giant machinists torso, spraying blood and causing the brute to tumble backwards to the ground briefly before rolling back to his feet and back pedaling a few more meters defensivly in an attempt to recover his loss of momentum. "What gives!?"

[ZACH GLENN]
The were has no answer for Abigail. He merely snarls, having forgotten through torture and abuse how to be anything more than the monster he resembles. Mad to fight wars he wanted nothing to do with. To kill those he had no quarrel with.

And he has tasted blood. He wants more, and he wants it *now.*

The alpha leaps at Abigail, seeking to bite into the big man's throat, to rip it out in a savage deathblow!

COMBATSYS: Da Pack successfully hits Abigail with Ferocious Bite.
- Power hit! -

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Abigail          1/-======/=======|====---\-------\0          Da Pack

[ABIGAIL]
Again Abigail blocks the deathblow attempt, protecting his throat but taking a score of damage along the length of his monster arms. The tires there are long shredded and gone as well and he feels additionally exposed and vulnerable. Going for his guts seems to be all these creatures seem to know - but it's clear that it's also do or die time as well. Either that or he'll have to plan some backup way to get the hell out of dodge if things fail him here. Fortunantely, some memory of Mad Gear lies within him. He sees ways to get away if need be but..he shouldn't -have- to. He's the Chief!

"You all started this mess ripping up MY tires!" he bellows before slamming his massive hand into the ground, shaking the area to try and stun the leader. He then lunges forward with both of his massive hands in an attempt to grab---

COMBATSYS: Da Pack dodges Abigail's Abigail Special.

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Abigail          0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0          Da Pack

[ZACH GLENN]
The werewolf slips away. He sees the blood, *knows* Abigail is not long for this fight. The remaining hanful of pack memebers circle Abigail menacingly, snarling and growling at him.

At this point it's a matter of *time* and then they can eat...

COMBATSYS: Da Pack gains composure.

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Abigail          0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0          Da Pack

[ABIGAIL]
"Bah!" roars Abigail before leaping backwards a few paces and -into- a pile of stacked scrap and smashed cars. The force of his impact sends it all toppling over, raining debris and cars down and pluming up dust and rust. It's a deliberate attempt to create a distraction and even possibly bury himself so that the wolves lose track of him long enough for him to clear out. This did -not- go as anticipated but first he needs to get clear.

COMBATSYS: Abigail gains composure.

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Abigail          0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0          Da Pack

[ZACH GLENN]
The wolves watch in confusion as Abigail crashes into a pile of scrap, then pause. They've lost his scent. They had been trained mostly for mindless aggression, the use of senses, the *hunt* is something they remember as a shadow.

The alpha grabs a large chunk of tire. The others follow suit. They leap over the fence, leaving their fallen comrades behind.

COMBATSYS: Da Pack has left the fight here.

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Abigail          0/-------/---====|

[ABIGAIL]
"Good grief!" rumbles Abigail, putting a hand atop his head, "That wasn't supposed to happen!" He pulls himself free from the pile of debris and looks over the ruined yard and his destroyed tires. "This aint over yet, you mutts! I'm coming for ya!"

COMBATSYS: Abigail has ended the fight here.

Log created on 23:19:04 03/23/2020 by Abigail, and last modified on 16:06:58 03/31/2020.