YFC4 - YFC4 - Week Two: Wrath

Description: Haggar bursts into Alma's office ready to yell and fume over Cody's surprise involvement... /but then it was Adon./ An office goes surprisingly undestroyed, knees go flying, and we learn one of Haggar's most potent secrets. (Winner: Haggar)



Mike Haggar, mayor of Metro City, has eaten all the political crow he can stand. His fight that was supposed to be with Sakura and ended up mostly being against his old friend Cody Travers caused a bit of a media shitstorm.

When major political celebrities go to other countries and break roads and kill helicopters that tends to cause issues.

The last few weeks for Haggar have been spent making a big deal about contrition while humbly helping with the repair efforts personally - a really good photo-op involving Haggar carrying a stack of girders has done much to flip his image back around - as well as assuring people that the helicopter he killed deserved it. It's almost a little shameful how well it worked when Haggar floated the term 'terrorists'. It's been busy.

The whole time, the famous anger of Mike Haggar has been simmering and building. The crew at the fight showed absolutely no undue surprise when Cody dropped in. Alma knew he was going to be there. He /knew/. And he didn't let the Mayor know. He could have prepared things, had Division 8 in the wings... but he knew nothing, and now Cody's still out there, still in Bernstein's grasp.

Dressed in a very impressive business suit, Haggar scowls his way into the YFCC, sidestepping anything that attempts to get in his way, breezing right past a protesting receptionist as he walks into the offices, and lays his meaty hand on the doorknob to Alma's private office. He takes a moment to breathe in and out before opening the door, needing a physical effort of will to not just tear it off the hinge.

Still, he nearly snaps the knob off as he twists it, shoving the door open. It swings against the far wall with a bang.

A tall, leather chair sits behind a somewhat cluttered desk, facing it's back towards from Haggar as he 'opens' the door. The room seemed... somewhat tussled. As if someone was stumbling through the room. And was passively trying to search it. There is a slow, sarcastic clap. And then, high-pitched cackling from behind the chair. Despite what some people may think of him, this was not characteristic of Alma.

"HAA! HAA! HAA!"

"SO! ALMA! You have FINALLY ARRIVED back to your OFFICE! How FITTING that you must ARRIVE HERE at the end of your DAY!" The voice is high and grating, and somehow, it is vaguely British. Uncharacteristically British. As if it is simply SOUNDING British in order to be even more annoying. Still, the voice continues, well hidden from behind the chair.

"I remember you QUITE WELL, ALMA. I remember how you had INSULTED ME in the NEO-LEAGUE. How YOU CHEATED! Yes, I remember QUITE WELL. And when you TRIED to STEAL my THUNDER during the SOUTHTOWN CRISIS? You are a SICK MAN Alma. A SICK MAN!" Another squeal of laughter erupts from behind the chair. "But now is not the time for remembrance. It is the time for VENGEANCE! So I! ADON! The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI!" The chair whirls around, revealing the muscled, tanned Muay Thai warrior, dressed in but his cerimonial crown, bracelets, and boxers, his face twisted in a wild grin as he looked down upon the girlie looking boy that would be before him. "WILL BRING FORTH HI-"

Adon looks like he just swallowed a bug.

"... Who the HELL are you?"

COMBATSYS: Haggar has started a fight here.

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Haggar           0/-------/-------|


COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here.

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Haggar           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Adon


The Mayor takes in the scene in a matter of moments. It's familiar to him. At least once a month, some Mad Gear goon gets the bright idea to ambush Haggar in his own City Hall office, as though he would NEVER SUSPECT IT. This is usually how it goes.

To be honest, he barely listens to Adon as he goes, registering the words in the corner of his mind as he reaches up above the door, feeling at the wall, looking for his hidden pipe on pure instinct. But no, Alma is too fasionable to hide a steel pipe in his doorway. Knife behind the bookcase? Haggar squints in... nope, just discarded clothing store receipts. Haggar buries his arm in the wastebasket, feeling around for a brick.

After a moment, his fingers brush against... /something/, and he snatches his hand back with a grimace, grabbing some of those receipts and wiping off his hand.

It comes to pass that, when Adon turns his chair dramatically, Haggar is right there, one hand braced on Alma's desk, the other arm held back like a coiling snake. His hand snaps out for Adon's neck after the inquiry as to his personage, attempting to pluck him out of the chair, bang him against the ceiling, and then spike him to the floor where the Mayor will simply kneel on his chest.

His face is contemplative behind the lingering fury. He's already surmised that Adon will have no idea where the hell Alma is either, but with this M.O., he feels safe treating him like just another ganger. "Emperor... ain't that Sagat's title?"

He's a little out of touch.

COMBATSYS: Haggar successfully hits Adon with Quick Throw.
- Power hit! -

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Haggar           0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0             Adon


It may be valuable to rewrite history as this moment.

"... Who the HELL are yo- GURK!"

Adon finds a pair of hands around his neck. Adon doesn't even have a chance to get ready to fight. He just gets slammed into the ceiling high above, his head slamming through the plaster. And he just gets spiked on the ground. WHAM! And Haggar mounts on his chest.

Adon lays there, still punch drunk from the blow. "J-j-jagga....?" He moaned, as Haggar spoke. And then, punch drunk gone away. "WHAT!?! JAGGAJAGGAJAGGA!" Came the scream as Adon begins to explode upwards, rage consuming his every pore. His limbs began to franticly, and almost unprofessionally, flail about. He struggling with his full force of Muay Thai against Haggar mighty legs all to target a single point: The mayor's groin. He was going to attempt to pummel Haggar's groin. No no. He would GRAB his GROIN. AND SMASH IT! WITH HIS HAND!

"HOW! DARE YOU! INSULT! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI! IT IS NOT SAGAT! IT IS ADON! I! ADOOOOOOON!"

COMBATSYS: Haggar Toughs Out Adon's Fierce Combo!

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Haggar           0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0             Adon


Adon learns something about Haggar. Something impressive. Something... I cannot talk about further.

Haggar's mouth pulls into a line as his enormous thighs shift, trapping Adon's hand. "Sorry, son," he growls. "I'm a married man." Even though his WIFE is DEAD. Haggar's knee lets up, only for Haggar to twist as he stands, wrenching Adon's arm and yanking him up from the floor. "Y'know, you do look familiar. You're the guy that won season 6 of the Neo League. Made one hell of an ass of yourself."

The Mighty Mayor's crotch refuses to let up, probably doing more damage to Adon's hand than he had ever hoped to do to it. The Mayor starts to spin arms locking out, feet pumping and carrying Adon along for the ride. This train stops at the desk, the bookshelf, the wall next to the door, and repeats several times in case you missed anything. "Fighters like you that prey on the weak... I can't tolerate that!"

Mike Haggar performs the least sexual pelvic thrust the world will ever see, trying to hurl Adon through sheer hip force up into his spinning arms, which is an even worse situation than he was in previously.

COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Haggar's Spinning Clothesline.

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Haggar           0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0             Adon


Adon does get a grip. But only barely. He never understood... he never believed there could be anything like this. There was only larger one-eyed dick that the Emperor of Muay Thai has experienced. But Sagat was... this was something different.

A tear forms in the corner of the Emperor's eye.

He was still recovering from both the girth and length when the spinning began. The punches were ineffective. His very palm was beginning to burn, his Muay Thai might unable to handle so much MAN. And then, the great pelvic thrust. He would end up in the whirling arms of death. Adon. A-a-a-adon. A-don b-b-blocks Haggars... Haggars... cock. He cock-blocks. He blocks the cock.

What else can Adon do?

His very arms nearly shatter from the impact of the cock that was blocked. The Emperor grits his teeth, flashing them in a tight, corn-fed leer. "So you think you are SO TOUGH to RESIST the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI? I have seen LARGER on my boyladies! JAGGA!" Still clutching in the clinch with Haggar, he twists his body around, still clutching tight. His knee suddenly rockets in, attempting to hammer Haggar's MASSIVE ABS. And he unleashes the full might of MUAY THAI. Trying to shatter his internal organs.

Somehow, Adon needed to think of another plan.

COMBATSYS: Haggar blocks Adon's Jaguar Slam.

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Haggar           0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0             Adon


Haggar crouches down, crossing both of his forearms down over his abdomen, letting out a mild 'whumpff' of breath as Adon's knee collides. He then locks his hands on his forearms, shoulders bulging, and powers himself out of Adon's clinch. "Son," he starts, "I don't need to know this kind of detail about you."

"What I do need to know is what kind of beef you have with Alma." Get him talking. He's a tournament fighter, he probably isn't as good about distractions as you are... and when you get right down to it, what do you know about Alma, anyway? Who knows what he's involved in. "What's got you--" He punctuates this latest with a slamming boot to the... well, the entire midsection, with the size of HIS feet. "--so riled up?"

As Haggar's sidestep impacts the desk, shoving it across the floor, Haggar reflects that this kind of fight is just what he needed right now. Just him, and someone he can pound into without worrying about holding back for sportsmanship, or which one of them is in the right. A nice, standard slobberknocker. Haggar drops both of his arms down across Adon's shoulders, hard, trying to spike him to the ground.

COMBATSYS: Haggar successfully hits Adon with Double Lariat.

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Haggar           1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1             Adon


Haggar had Adon panicked.

His mind was completely out of it. He was expecting ALMA, not Beefchunk McSteak. He was trained to fight a tiny baby man, not a BIG MAN's MAN! When his counter-attack truly fails to rattle the bigger, stronger man (was he stronger? Or was it all in his head?), Adon was becoming more and more desperate. So when Haggar charged in... he tried to duck.

However, ducking a Double Lariat was never a good idea.

"JAGGA!" Came the cry as Adon is simply floored. Splayed out. His shoulders felt dislocated. FLATTENED by AMERICAN MIGHT and JUSTICE. Since a breaking and entry was justice. "YOU! YOU HAVE THE EMPEROR RILIED UP! YOU.... YOU!" The Emperor swiftly erupts up, trying to take advantage of his seemingly weakened state to AMBUSH the mayor, charging at an angle with his right knee. If he could strike the wrestler in the chin with the knee, he would slam forward his other knee, attempting to give the MAN of MEN a what right for.

COMBATSYS: Haggar Toughs Out Adon's Rising Jaguar!

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Haggar           1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1             Adon


If there's one thing Haggar has learned from beating up two entire gangs (one of them twice) (he has learned a lot), it's that an opponent is never to be counted out until you hit them and feel something vital break. Anything before that... well.

So when Adon surges up, Haggar is not caught off-guard at all, taking Adon's initial knee right on his lantern jaw with a frown. His second knee, unfortnately for him, meets the Mayor's palm with a hard smack. His fingers dig in.

Alma has a very nice view of a park adjoining the YFCC grounds from here. A particularly stately, old tree reaches for heaven there, rustling futile challenge toward man's towers of glass and steel.

"Not a talker, are you?" Haggar growls to Adon. "Whatever, you probably don't have much to say, anyway." He starts to turn. "Figured I'd give you a chance to complain, anyway." Haggar turns one complete circle before pausing, smoothing his mustache down with a thumb, and pushing a picture on Alma's desk over so he doesn't smash it here. Really, he's been very careful about breaking Alma's things here - his beef is a little more civil.

Haggar returns to business, feet thumping on the carpeted floor as he swings Adon around him in great, looping circles by the knee, an impressive feat in these closed quarters. "I guess, if you don't want to take it--!" With a final turn, and a roar, Haggar attempts to pitch the Muay Thai 'emperor' out of the window, his knee on a beeline path for the stately tree.

COMBATSYS: Haggar knocks away Adon with Giant Swing!

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Haggar           0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2             Adon


"JAGGA!" Was the cry from Adon. And then, his knee is grabbed.

"JAGGA?" Was the question as he is lifted up, and is begun to be spun around and around.

"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGAAAAAAAAAA-" Is the cry as the Emperor of Muay Thai is hurled right out of the window, smashing through it, and cratering right for the tree.

"GURK!" Is the last words as Adon is smashed right through the tree, snapping the truck of the great plant in twain.

The Muay Thai master doesn't get up.

COMBATSYS: Adon takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Adon can no longer fight.

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Haggar dusts off his hands, brushes off the front of his suit, and adjusts his sleeves. "That should cool him off."

He takes the time to locate a broom and dustpan, sweeping up the shattered glass that fell inside the office, and writing a quick note for Alma using the man's own stationery. Producing his billfold, he leaves more than enough for a top-notch replacement job.

On his way out, feeling calmer than before, Haggar leaves a message with the receptionist for Alma to call him when he gets in.

COMBATSYS: Haggar has ended the fight here.

Log created on 19:46:51 01/12/2010 by Haggar, and last modified on 12:06:29 01/21/2010.