Description: Cammy and Hakan had already scheduled a fight, just for fun. But leave it to the businessman to make a spectacle of it! Setting up shop like some sort of food fair, there's food and drink and entertainment abound! The Turk puts up an incredible fight, but it's just not enough to take down the slippery little Bee. Also, perverts are to be punished. No, that doesn't mean Hakan!
Ah, early December! It's such a hectic time of year. It's also a very COLD time of year. Now that Christmas is coming, shopping centers the nation over are filled to the brim with people scurrying about for perfect gifts. The flow of people parts around kiosks in which small-time vendors are hocking their wares, only to meet together like so much flowing water.
Out in one of the larger clearings, where the ground is usually open to the chilly sky above, there's a giant awning stretched between the buildings. Below those, portble heaters are pointed downward to help warm up the cold masses. In part, this is for the benefit of the one in charge of this whole section. Hakan is here, but not alone! Great displays for his olive oil are set about the perimeter, brightly-designed advertisements for his trade. Most importantly, none of them have HIM in them. The clearing is a giant circle, with one end filled with flat-top grills and small ovens, lots of exotic Turkish foods prepped in small amounts and sold to passersby, when not simply sampled outright. It looks like a serious display, like one would find at a cooking show, so many cleanly-dressed chefs with their shiny bowls and utensils!
Off on the other side of the area, stagehands are setting up what appears to be a ring. Obviously borrowing from more mundane sports, a thick mat is set on the ground, one pole at each of the corners. These are soft things, however, and bend with a little pressure. The 'ropes' between them are made of the same stretchy material. It's obvious that the ring is just for appeal and not meant to serve any practical purpose. There are a couple of signs outside of the ring, though, with a time and verbage about Turkey's national sport. "See it live!" it says, "No holds barred!" Ah, so witty. A picture of Hakan runs down one side of these signs, though he's been cropped to actually allow room enough to fit. On the other is... Well, there's a big question mark, since he doesn't actually HAVE any pictures of Cammy. Alas.
In any case, as the appointed hour approaches, Hakan, who is currently in a custom-tailed suit and cooking apron, is going around to make sure his chefs have everything they need.
Ooo, a ring. So quaint in this day and age.
Cammy arrives precisely on time, nudging her way through the crowds in her red cloak, though the cold doesn't bother her as much as it bother suntanned Turks. She does pause very briefly to look over the various delicacies on offer - is that Turkish delight? yummy. But only briefly, she's had way too much cheesecake lately as it is.
She soon finds Hakan managing his chefs, and tags along, following him around at his elbow. "Hello, Hakan. You have spent a lot of time and money preparing this." she observes, giving him a faint Doll-smile. "A ring? Does that mean we'll be obeying the Queensberry rules?" she asks, partly joking, though delivered absolutely flat, deadpan.
"After we're done I'll have to buy some of your sweets. Mmm, I quite like Turkish sweets. And maybe I'll even try the coffee.". Generous indeed, from an ardent tea drinker.
At first, people are hesitant to let Cammy in. There are /dangerous/ things within, like fire, and knives, and...fire! However, Hakan's sharp ear hears the voice of the assassin, whom he thinks is just a nice, if somewhat odd, little girl.
"Ah, you came! Excellent!" The man reaches behind him to untie his apron, only to tug it off and throw it toward one of his assistants hovering nearby. He's still in his suit, though, so he might not be as cold as would be expected. The heat from the makeshift kitchen does help, though! Hell, that's part of the reason why so many people are crowding the displays: it's just so. Warm. "Come in, come--seriously, guys, she's a guest! I told you she was coming!" He shoos off the 'guards' that followed her, who, honestly, would have trouble stopping kids from coming through if they really, seriously tried. In any case! The big man attempts to put his hands on the girl's covered shoulders in greeting. "Do you want a kabob before you fight?" Oh! Coffee! He snaps his fingers and looks off to his side. "Kahve! Acele edin!" For now, Cammy will have to settle for a cup of pre-made coffee, presented in a disposable (but stylishly-printed!) styrofoam cup.
With that offer done and out of the way, the biggest Turk spreads his lips in a wide grin. His pale eyes, somehow, show in them no small amount of pride. "Isn't this wonderful? So many people out shopping, so sales are better than I had expected! Truly, the people of Japan have excellent taste!" He walks toward the ring as people make sure that all the loose bits are secured, just so stretched ropes don't go snapping off and hitting people in the crowd. That's a lawsuit that nobody wants to happen. He stands at the corner of the ring, both of his hands on top of one of the posts. It squishes a little bit, wrinkles appearing near the base. "So you are sure about this, yes? No backing out with so many people to see you?" Already, there are scores of people pushing around the side of the display where the ring is. Who's going to turn down watching a free fight?
Cammy is a little wary of all the crowds, she's not at her best in the press and hubbub of humanity. "Of course I came. It is a little strange that your guards do not seem to know me though. I mean. I'm half of the reason why they are here, no?". Though her gaze wanders over Hakan's stalls, she didn't realise this would end up a huge marketing event like it apparently has done so. Hakan is evidently always aware of business opportunities.
She's eying the stalls when huge hands descend on her shoulders, making her jump! Wide eyes turn back to Hakan. "A kabob? Not before we fight, and as far as I know don't you have to be very drunk to eat them? I don't drink." she says, proving immediately that she is no true Brit.
She trots along after him as he walks up to the ring, nodding as she goes. "Yes, it's very busy here." she replies as she climbs into the ring. "I am sure. You have always been so kind to me, I have to repay you somehow. It looks like you are making the most out of it, with all this bustle.". And there are other things to do, like collect fighting data, and maybe cheer Hakan up a bit, not that he seems to need cheering up.
"Guards?" Hakan looks at the girl with the most perplexed expression, then looks over at the two...'guards'. "Oh! Pff. Mall guards, they are no guards at all." He waves a hand dismissively in their general direction, but then, that hand draws up to stroke at the edge of his chin. "However, people haven't been trying to get into the ovens, which is good enough..." Maybe they're not completely useless. The coffee is also waved off--no! No, since Cammy didn't take it, he does, tipping the thing up and swallowing the rich brown goodness in a single go. He gives the cup back to the part-time server/salesman, so he can properly dispose of it. He opens his mouth to speak again, when he's interrupted by a guy in a very, very dated Turkish attire, one with fineries that would denote him as some sort of Arabian prince. Also, a clipboard. "Sir, it's almost time. You wanted me to remind you?" He looks at Cammy, back to Hakan, and back to Cammy again. "Sir, is she...?"
"YES, yes, you know this is her, stop bothering me." Man, people are so testy today! Somewhere between the 'kitchen' and the ring is what looks like a round, standalone shower curtain. It's not vinyl, however, but a thick cloth, rich and red. The Turk's index finger points upward toward the blonde girl and he adds, "Forgive me, we'll talk about this later. Just know that it's no bother! Enjoy yourself, and try not to get yourself hurt too much!" That said, he disappears into the curtain, closing it behind him so he can change. Parts of his suit can be seen tossed up over the rod, flopped over one by one while he works his way into his fighting garb. The jingle of the chains is obvious from outside.
Cammy blinks at the walking anachronism after waving off all the hospitality. After the fight she said, after! Though maybe a caffeine boost "Who is that?" she asks, looking up to Hakan. And then figures she might get a better answer if she just asks him, so she does. "Who are you?". While she is doing that, she's slipping off her red cloak.
And it's certainly true that the rest of her looks a bit more fight-y than her rather cherubic looking face. Maybe the 'guards' and this Vizier guy wouldn't have wondered who she was if they could see the leotard/uniform, combat boots, and evidently quite muscular body on one otherwise so small and thin.
She discards the cloak in one corner of the ring, and climbs up one of the poles adroitly, to settle atop it like some sort of bird, waiting for answers from Mr Grand Vizier, and an entrance from Hakan.
"Secretary Temel Alhazred." The man before Cammy is so /serious/, standing up as straight as he is with his stern, critical look. They're eyes that don't look like they'd miss anything. In fact, he's hardly through "I am Hakan's personal secretary during this event" before his gaze snaps off over Cammy's shoulder. "You there! Don't just pick that back up!" The meeting is cut short as the man goes on to berate one of the chef's helpers for picking something off of the ground without /immediately/ throwing it in to be washed. He runs a tight ship, apparently!
When Hakan comes out, he's dressed to the nines in his rasslin' garb. Usually, people would cheer and yell out to him...were he back in his homeland. Here, however, most of the small Japanese people are kind of quiet. Sure, he's big, but so are a lot of fighters...but he's so RED. "Kick her ass, Red Devil!" comes a cry from way back in the crowd, some smartass restless to see someone beat on a poor little girl. Off to the side, his barrel is being carted out to the ring, supported on a little handcart. Yay, props!
"Ladies and gentlemen!" He squeezes in through the ropes, then stands upright, arms lifted upward and out. His voice is loud, rich, as he's used to bellowing at large crowds. "Except for that guy way in the back." He clears his throat and swings an arm over in Cammy's direction, gesturing at the Doll who's...who's...standing on a collapsable foam pole and isn't folding it. The sight is obviously enough to make the oil baron stop and stare, but it's just a few moments before his mind gets back on track. "Please, a hand for this brave girl willing to help me show you the wonders of Turkish wrestling!" There's applause, but not much. This is a mall, not a sporting arena, and people are cold. Mittened hands don't make much noise, after all!
Someone is wanting her ass kicked! Cammy frowns thunderously, as she suddenly remembers why she doesn't really like these public events much. The braided one looks over into the crowd to see if she can spot who the guilty party is. If time permits, she'll have to pay him a visit later and kick /his/ ass. The Killer Bee has been feeling a bit mean and vicious lately. Maybe those tapes that get played to her when she sleeps have been having an effect. And besides, she was planning on being nice to Hakan, and karma dictates that that means she has to be cruel to someone else.
All that happens in a brief instant, the Doll turning her attentions back to Hakan. She offers him a wave. "Nice uniform." she compliments. "Oh, here is your oil, too.". The patient Doll is happy to wait for Hakan to get ready, and besides, this has all the hallmarks of an exhibition, she's happy to let Hakan be a showman. "This is a bit like that American pro wrestling so far... except colder. I will wait until you are ready.".
Seriously, it IS cold. Even with the heaters and the ovens, this side of the mall is /freezing/. It's amazing that Hakan is still going topless, save for that giant chain slung across his chest and back. THAT has got to be even worse, like slapping ice cubes on your skin. His feet are bare as well. The reason, however, is soon evident as his barrel starts to steam. not the whole thing; just from the open mouth on the golden head that's set upon the top of it. The oil within has been heated! Clever, no? For no less than two full minutes, the man walks around the ring, explaining the great history of Turkish wrestling. It's past stars, its current ones. Rules and regulations, the role of oil, even the special pants, such as the ones he's wearing! Understandably, many people are confused, many are put off, but most of them, especially the guys, start to realize something: Cammy is wearing a leotard. She's cute. ...And there's going to be oil involved. Suddenly, there are a lot more men cheering now, making the spectacle a noisy one indeed.
"Ah, thank you! I'm surprised that you didn't wear anything warmer!" The red-skinned man beckons the girl down onto the floor now, then holds his hands forward. "Right there's good! Now, when the man rings the bell, that's the signal to start! Anything goes here, so don't hold back on me, all right?" He waits for a sign of understanding before going back to his corner. Leaning back against the stretchy pole, he gives the crowd one last wave of his thick arm. "All right, everyone! Please enjoy the fight, and enjoy the food!"
DING!
Ah, that's the cue! First things first: Hakan reaches outside of the ring and grips the lion's head on his barrel. With a grunt, he lifts the thing, stopping it with the other hand.
COMBATSYS: Hakan has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Hakan upends his lion-faced barrel over his head, bathing in the exquisite slick of virgin olive oil.
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Hakan [E] 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Cammy has joined the fight here.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 [E] Hakan
Cammy hangs back, she did say she would wait for him, though she does hop down off of the pole - how does she do that? Listening quietly and with some interest as Hakan talks about Turkish wrestling, all very fascinating. And then frowns some more at the crowd. So many people who richly deserve a kick out there, she thinks. "Oh, as this is a friendly fight, I hope you won't grab me like how you grabbed those other girls you fought. It isn't very decent.". Cammy even has the prim English accent to say that and sound serious.
"Anything goes, well. Anything within the bounds of good taste. And I always fight in my uniform. It's really very comfortable." she says, waiting for Hakan to finish oiling up as she adjusts her yellow tie.
COMBATSYS: Cammy takes no action.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 [E] Hakan
Ah, how wonderful! The oils steams as it rolls over Hakan's muscles, soaking into his leather pants, and pools onto the mat below. It would seem like a very dangerous thing, getting the floor all slipper like that. However, slickness is the name of the game in Turkish wrestling, and he aims to prove that point in no uncertain terms! His hands rub the olive-pressed product into his skin, then slaps his chest once, twice. Bits of oil splatter about from the impact, and now HE is steaming from head to toe! Also, he looks incredibly warm.
"Oh, do not worry! I would never do anything unreasonable!" The problem is that HIS 'unreasonable' and other people's 'unreasonable' aren't exactly at the same levels. His grabs are part of his nation's heritage, as far as he's concerned. He puts his back against the spongy pole, hands on the ropes. The ring gives, but pushes back against him easily enough.
"All right! Here I come!" That great big red bulk squats down, leaning back into the borders...and then he leaps, arms out for a big, greasy bellyflop! It's actually kind of amazing, seeing him just so far. There's a reason why he went with yielding, springy materials instead of hard, unyielding poles.
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Hakan's Body Press.
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Cammy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 [E] Hakan
Oo, belly flop. But that wasn't a grab, small mercy, so maybe Hakan is playing properly after all. The huge mass of red is too big to dodge out of way with his arms out like that, but Cammy has an alternative - she suddenly leaps right up, meets him halfway in mid air, and her arms lash out to bat him aside, nudging his trajectory so he flies past her and onto the mat, the two of them landing at about the same time.
"Oh, Zangief does that as well. At least you aren't covered in sweat and hair, like he is. I shall try my favourite move, lets see how you do." she tells him, as she dashes in towards him. At the last minute she twists, and kicks up at him with one booted foot. Hakan is just getting up, but as she's so much smaller than him, it's more or less aimed at chest height.
Cammy will hopefully fly high up into the air, doing an elegant backlip to land gracefully.
COMBATSYS: Hakan Toughs Out Cammy's Cannon Spike!
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Cammy 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 [E] Hakan
"HHHF!" Hakan sails through the air and slams belly-first on the mat, which is actually not all that comfortable given the giant chain that's caught between him and the floor. But it could it worse, it could be worse! The crowd is apparently rather amazed with how far the giant guy flew and how deftly the blonde girl dealt with his incoming bulk...and there's a collective cheer as she goes on the offensive! Small people like seeing other small people roughing up big guys, indeed.
But Hakan doesn't stay down long. He gets up and turns, his wrist rubbing at the edge of his chin, where it smacked a little too hard into the ground. "Isn't he filthy?" he asks in the middle of rising up. You're a quick thing, that's gooooooh no!" All he sees is the girl's blur as she comes in quick. Though his arms try to cross over his chest, all he can do is tense up and prepare for the kick...which does sting, but more than that, it sends him sliding back. The undersides of his feet are so slicked that he doesn't have to do a thing, like a statue being pushed back into the springy ropes. As they stretch and send him rocketing back, both of his arms extend, palms out, to deliver something akin to a high-speed bully-shove!
COMBATSYS: Hakan successfully hits Cammy with Hakan Spear.
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Cammy 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 [E] Hakan
Cammy tries to leap to one side, but Hakan is just too big! So huge hands slam into her, and send her flying across the ring, to bounce onto the floor a few times, sliding into a foam post. The Doll is clearly quite agile though herself as she manages to kip up back onto her feet even with oil all over the floor. And all over her back now, as well.
"Ugh... It might not be sweat, but there's so much of it." she complains, feeling the warmth of the oil. And soon it's going to be very, very cold oil. Being roughed up a bit doesn't help either. The Doll leaps up into the air again, curling up into a tiny ball on the way, trying to land directly on Hakan, and then grab him, literally bowling him over to end up with her on top and him hitting mat. Given the size differential it'll look comical enough if she hits...
COMBATSYS: Hakan fails to interrupt Cross Scissor Pressure from Cammy with Oil Rocket.
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 [E] Hakan
Even Hakan is surprised at how fast and how far Cammy went tumbling back! He clenches his toes and manages to squeak his way to a stop, ending up somewhere in the middle of the ring. Though, the fact that he can stop--hell, that he can remain standing so easily on all the oil is amazing by itself. The people in the crowd, too, are wondering how he's staying up. Is it wires? Is he cheating?!
"It could use a little more, I think!" He gestures over toward one of his attentdants, who grab and toss over a bottle of his olive oil. However, as that shiny thing sails through the air, here comes Cammy like some sort of flippy ninja! She's so small that he doesn't see her out of the corner of his eye until it's too late...and besides, this serves him right for not paying attention to his opponent! With a flustered sort of sound, he flails and tries his best to reach out and catch the girl like a medicine ball.
Unfortunately, she doesn't stay conveniently bunched up, oh no. Hakan's arms grip empty air, and all he can see is legs pulling around him. The momentum is easily enough to send him leaning backwards, enough to the point that his grip on the oiled floor gives way. His feet kick up with indeed a comical slipping noise, helping the much smaller fighter smash him into the mat exactly as she desires! And for the moment, he stays down, his arms out and flat against the floor.
"And that...my friends..." He speaks a bit weakly, which is understandable given how he'd just been taken down. "...Would normally be a pin..." Granted, most of the guys that wanted to see Cammy all oiled up aren't even listening. They're catcalling at the young blonde woman being on top of the laid-out bulk of red muscle. Savages!
Cammy shakes a fist at the crowd when she backflips off of Hakan - an ungainly backflip, as she half slips on the oil on the way. She's not really that oily, she only touched him briefly, and her leotard/turtleneck is fairly absorbent. Grr, anyway. Those guys are gonna get it later! "That would be a pin? I am doing well, then?" she asks.
"It's so difficult to do people favours when they are covered in oil..." she mutters, looking down at the wardrobe damage, before hopping in on Hakan again. One hand reaches down to grab at Hakan's own hand, almost as if she's helping him up - except, of course, she isn't, she's just planning on trying to haul him over one hip back to the mat again in a classic hip throw. Whether she'll succeed in gripping his oily hand enough though, is anybody's guess.
COMBATSYS: Hakan blocks Cammy's Medium Throw.
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Cammy 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 [E] Hakan
For such a slight little girl (comparatively to him, mind you--not that Hakan is a girl!), Cammy has a lot of strength to her! It surprises the hell out of the oil baron at every turn, just how competent she is. It's no wonder she wanted to fight; she's clearly quite used to it!
But still, this is Hakan's rodeo. Not willing to be upstaged too easily and disgrace his beloved wrestling, he kicks his foot against the mat as he's lifted up. It gets him turning, that oil on his wrist making it simply to twist in her grasp. He lands heavily on his feet before her, and in an instant, his gripped hand is turning to try and grab her wrist! He doesn't need to use leverage to toss poor Cammy into the air, but the momentum from the throw lets him use a whip-like motion to throw her high overhead, nearly up to the tarp covering the high buildings! "Your grip needs work, little one!"
COMBATSYS: Hakan successfully hits Cammy with Oil Coaster.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 [E] Hakan
Cammy is grabbed, and shrieks in surprise as she suddenly goes into near orbit. As light as a feather as she is, it's easy for Hakan to send her flying, literally up to that tarp - and then she falls, from a very great height indeed. She seems to not only be a cat though but made out of high density plastic or something, as she does manage to avoid landing on her head, instead crumpling down onto her knees, and amazingly she actually gets up afterwards, as well.
"I need to work on avoiding that sort of thing..." she mumbles, aching rather after that as she prowls around Hakan, looking for openings. She has a few risque moves of her own. Time to try one out! She goes to lunge at him - but it's only a feint, instead going down into a handstand! and as quick as lightning, her legs lash out, to try and wrap around Hakan's neck and then, with a snap of her body, heave him headfirst onto the floor.
COMBATSYS: Hakan Toughs Out Cammy's Frankensteiner!
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Cammy 1/--=====/=======|====---\-------\0 [E] Hakan
For a moment, while Cammy is flying, Hakan has to wonder just where he's going to launch her TO. He'd already had an arm up and raised out, ready to catch her and spin her around for everyone's amusement. But no! If he did that, he'd end up launching her into the crowd or, god forbid, some poor vendor's glass window. He can't have that! At the last moment, he pulls aside and just lets the poor girl fall to the ground. The fall is met with a wave of concerned noises from the people, causing the Turk to turn to them and wave his hands. "No no, don't be alarmed! She is all right!" He asks out of the corner of his mouth and quietly, "You're all right, aren't you?" Oh god, he hopes so.
It's something that he apparently doesn't have to worry about, however, as once more, legs come flying around his head. Why, if his wife were here, she would certainly have words with the brazen, increasingly oily girl! But she's not, for once. He's lurched forward, but pulls one foot forward to slam down on the mat. Oily or not, he stands still and rigid, one hand pressed to the ground to keep him from tipping over completely. Such strength! Such ability! Such...oh, no. There he goes. He tries to reach up and capture the girl and quickly sling her down to the ground, just moments before he'd fall sideways atop her, ideally pinning her upper body to the ground. Look! It's payment for the earlier pin!
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Hakan's Improvised Throw.
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Cammy 1/--=====/=======|====---\-------\0 [E] Hakan
Cammy tries to flip Hakan, and he just doesn't budge! She tries again, cracking her body like a whip. Nope. Then huge, oily arms reach out for her, and she shrieks, before letting go of his neck and pushing off away from him, out of grasping range. She doesn't want to be any more oiled than she already is. Let alone bellied onto afterwards, dear gods.
Did she say 'push off'? Well, yes, in theory, but really the push was actually her slamming both fists into his belly, which she was just about level with after all while hanging upside down from his neck. "I'm all right..." she says a bit faintly, while so doing. Is Hakan?
COMBATSYS: Hakan interrupts Fierce Punch from Cammy with Oil Rocket.
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Cammy 1/=======/=======|=======\-------\0 [E] Hakan
What a display! There's oil flying all over the place, messing up the wide plastic tarp that assistants had brought out for the people watching up front. The slim little Bee looks quick and dangerous despite her size, while the big lug of a man is somehow managing to stay upright on that greasy floor. Indeed, it seems like he moves faster on it! Watching his feet shows how he slides across the ring instead of walking, which goes to show just how easy it must have been for him to move around on the ice rink without skates. This is another of those times where the slick works in his favor. His toe sinks into the slight crevice between mat folds and he pushes off, gliding toward Cammy with his arms out. The smack against his hardened belly does nothing to deter him. Sure, he takes on a heavy wince, but he grits his teeth and bears with it!
As if that impact was the very platter in a bear trap, the Turk's arms sling closed around the poor girl. He lifts her up by that embrace, wrists held in locked hands as he squeezes tight. Oh, and the oil...so much OIL! It's no longer steaming now, but is still warm enough to stick to every last inch of the front of Cammy's body, and indeed, now most of her back! So much for not wanting to get messy. And hey, this isn't indecent, right? What's wrong with hugging?
"The most basic thing about oil wrestling," he yells to the crowd, looking out at them as the poor Bee wriggles in his grasp. "Is grip! So when you get a hold of somebody make sure you hold REALLY tight, or else..." To prove the point, that tight grip grows even tighter. His muscles bulge and crush against the faux-Brit until, finally, she pops right out of his arms, once more flying skyward! "...Like so!"
Cammy urghhhs as she's bearhugged, and while it is a bit indecent, she's really in too much pain to focus too much on indecency as she's caught in Hakan's grip. She thinks ribs are going to gorily collapse any second when - pop! She flies off into the air like a blue streak of lighting. "Not again..." she cries out, as she has a second round with gravity. And gravity always wins.
She falls to the floor in a heap, with a wet slapping thump. And slowly, painfully gets back to her feet. In the past she's always been quick to rush Hakan, but it looks like this time she's going to have a little wait, to get her breath back a bit, happy to circle him warily.
COMBATSYS: Cammy gains composure.
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Cammy 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0 [E] Hakan
Hakan lifts his shoulders, grimacing at the sound Cammy makes when she lands again. He, like all the people in the crowd, just stand and wait to see if she'll get up again. When she does, there's a collective sigh of relief. The red man's shoulders slouch and he, perhaps, looks the most relieved of all. With that in mind, he turns again to the crowd, one arm lifted up. "Remember, above all else, we are TRAINED professionals! Though this may look glamorous, it's very dangerous for amateurs!"
He doesn't even look at the assassin hovering near him. In the middle of the fight, he's giving a speech on safety to the surrounded masses. Though, to be fair, a great many of them aren't even paying any attention to him; they're staring at an oiled-up Cammy. And, really, who can blame them?
COMBATSYS: Hakan drops his guard to recover.
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Cammy 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\0 [E] Hakan
Cammy watches, as Hakan turns his back upon the Killer Bee. She twitches a bit, the urge to hurl herself at him and hurt him bad while he's guard is down is strong in the assassin-Doll, but for whatever reason, all she does is twitch. The urge to put the boot in is kept under control, and Cammy stays back, happy to wait it seems for Hakan to be ready.
Oh, the things she does for someone she thinks might be a friend, she thinks, as her normally blank gaze shifts to the audience, some of whom seem rather fixated on her. She looks daggers at the nearest ones. They, they are not her friends. They might just get an encounter with the Killer Bee later on, which they won't enjoy one little bit.
Eventually she turns back to Hakan. "Hello?", she asks.
COMBATSYS: Cammy gains composure.
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Cammy 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\0 [E] Hakan
So nice, that polite voice! It catches Hakan's ear and, though his arms are lifted, he half-turns back toward the Doll. "Ah! You're ready again?" Nobody ever asked for him to wait, but...well, he HAD to explain this sort of thing. "My apologies, but one can never be too careful with the little ones. You should see what my daughters try to do after watching their father fight!" Things must really get hectic at his household when all seven girls have temper tantrums...
In any case! No turning fully, he beckons for another bottle of oil. The first one must have slid off into the crowd somewhere. Whatever! Free sample! A fresh bottle is tossed, landing with a wet smack in the man's hand. Even though he's all slick and slipper, he manages to pull of the cap and pour the fresh oil over his head. It, too, must have been heated, because he's started to steam again. "Now, let us pick up where we left off!" He pulls both arms in front of him and hunches low. Gentle pushes with one foot let him slide forth on the other...but when he gets close, his feet dig in and he lunges forward, shoulder first!
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Hakan's Hakan Tackle.
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Cammy 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\0 [E] Hakan
"I've been ready for some time, Hakan..." Cammy gently points out. And it does seem that her reedy little Doll-body is perhaps not the typical body for a seventeen year old girl after all, as a few moments rest and despite being smashed and thrown and hurled she seems able to walk around happily enough once more.
"Very well." she says as Hakan comes at her, ready - and he lunges! And Cammy leaps! Straight up into the air, so Hakan shoots straight past beneath her through the space she once occupied.
She lands just behind him, twists, kicks up at the back of his head, and then flies backwards through the air, backflipping, to land with a thump.
COMBATSYS: Hakan Toughs Out Cammy's Cannon Spike!
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Cammy 1/-======/=======|=======\==-----\1 [E] Hakan
But this giant man, alas, is faster than the average bear! Even more so when oiled, no matter what laws of physics may say. He slides past underhead, squelching his way to a stop. The surprise attack looks to be perfect, her aim true...but Hakan spins around with such alacrity that he might as well have had eyes in the back of his head! As he spins, he bulk of muscle leans in and he catches the boot right under the chin...but that's all. He doesn't lift up, he doesn't teeter. His teeth are already gritted, and while the pressure of being ground together IS painful, it's not nearly as bad as it could have been. It's amazing, just how much abuse this body can take...which makes people wonder just how strong Cammy is after all! Is this all set up?! Is it fake like American wrestling?!
After weathering the kick, he reaches out with one hand to try and grab the poor assassin by her head, thick fingers spread wide enough to grab it like some sort of hairy melon. And, really, he's content to hold her like that if he can, to put pressure on her nogging while he rubs his chin and lets the ringing subside. "Good gracious, Cammy! You really don't hold back, do you?" That is, aside from waiting around him to to be ready, letting him give his speech to the crowd, and generally being limited by the oily floor and tielding ring. But yeah, aside from that, totally not holding back!
COMBATSYS: Cammy auto-guards Hakan's Choke Hold!
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Cammy 1/-======/=======|=======\==-----\1 [E] Hakan
Cammy lifts up her hands quick-smart, and catches Hakan's hands as he tries to grab her by the head - so instead, her just grabs her by the hands, which apparently are uncrushable, as her grip is as strong as iron, her arms tensed and locked just right to maximise the force so even the small Doll and hold off the big Hakan, at least for a while. "Hold back? Well...". The assassin bites her tongue a bit, she just did hold back, while he was taking his eyes off of her!
She leaves the sentence unsaid though, and instead kicks off with her feet, still holding on to Hakan's hands. Flipping straight up, she then comes down behind him, shifts her grip from hands to torso, and tries to pull the oily Hakan back over her head in a suplex.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Hakan with Strong Throw.
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Cammy 1/=======/=======|=======\=====--\1 [E] Hakan
Finally! The little girl hulks out and shows the world her strength!
Well, maybe not the world. The mall, perhaps, and most definitely Hakan. It's like a new opponent all of a sudden, one whose tiny little arms betray their true strength as she not only holds back his own, much larger hand, but even lifts him up like he was nothing! He crashes head-first into the mat, which, while soft, really doesn't provide much protection when someone of his size lands upon it. He's seeing stars all over again, and he flops down onto his back in a wet splash. His dull eyes are unblinking, his jaw slack. That one...that one really must have hurt.
But then, they suddenly blink! The eyes, not his jaw...s. Jaw. He sits upright, a hand coming up to rest on his head, fingers touching over his now-malformed hair-thingies. "Ow...seriously? What just happened?" The sight was apparently enough to get some of the crowd worked up, as they finally have proof that this might NOT be rigged. They're yelling and pointing back behind him, something about some girl still being up. Some of them are whistling! But not at him, no.
Half-turning about, he sees Cammy standing behind him. "Ah!" What a surprise! He jumps up and back, landing on the flats of his feet so he can slide backward, reaching to grab the ropes when they threaten to bounce him back. He reaches the edge of the mat and leans into the ropes again, bouncing gently back against them. "Was I out for long?" he asks, poised and biding his time...
COMBATSYS: Hakan focuses on his next action.
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Cammy 1/=======/=======|=======\=====--\1 [E] Hakan
Rigged? It's Hakan who is bruised and battered! The little girl has clearly punched above her weight, as it were. "No, you were not out at all, I think. Maybe you just closed your eyes for a moment, there." she replies, generously, and also truthfully.
She glances over at the crowd, wondering what all the shouting is about, and she speaks, in a lower voice, that doesn't carry very well - especially over all the background noise. "Why are they shouting?" she asks Hakan, sotto voce. She herself goes back to prowling around the Turk, the Killer Bee biding her time again.
COMBATSYS: Cammy gains composure.
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Cammy 1/--=====/=======|=======\=====--\1 [E] Hakan
Shouting? What? Hakan narrows his eyes, a perplexed look on his face. People are...? Ah! Now that his ears aren't ringing so much, he can hear it! Well, they're not shouting much anymore, but to him, there's only one reason why they'd be so loud: "They are excited to see such exquisite wrestling!"
The man leans back into the ropes and finally releases his grip on the edge of the mat. Oil rides up away from his feet like waterskis treading through water as he flies toward the gentle assassin. He doesn't jump, he doesn't duck, he doesn't dive...he just tries to 'steer' toward her, once more screaming forth in a well-telegraphed shoulder tackle!
COMBATSYS: Hakan successfully hits Cammy with Hakan Tackle.
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Cammy 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=======\1 [E] Hakan
"But I'm not wrestling." Cammy points out. "I'm using... ". She's cut off as Hakan flies towards her, tensing up at the last second to try and leap off to one side - but fails! And Hakan slams into her, sending the Doll flying through the air, ending up on her back and sliding across the oily ground until halted by a foam post. Again.
She slowly gets up, bruised and battered, motions deliberate. "...a style based on defendu I think, though nobody ever really explained the history of it to me." she continues, in her flat English accented voice. She slowly approaches him - and then one hand lashes out, towards his face, in a little jab.
COMBATSYS: Hakan fails to interrupt Quick Punch from Cammy with Oil Combination Hold.
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Cammy 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 [E] Hakan
Like a freight train running on no rails, Hakan barrels through the young girl!
Wait. Does that even make sense?
Still, poor similies aside, the fact remains that he'd charged right through Cammy! As she flies off in one direction, the impact causes him to slide off in another. He bounces off of the ropes once, slides across the ring, collides with a foam 'post', and comes screaming back for a second try! There's just...one little problem. That fist. His eyes widen as he sees it coming and his arms flail madly, just trying to slow down. But wait... An idea! He tries to kick his feet forward and try to take Cammy's legs out from under her, where he can grapple and introduce her to the wonderful crowd that's been cheer for (and at) her...but it is not meant to be! The snap is too crisp, the punch too quick. It causes him to spin backwards far faster than he'd meant to! His head hits the ground and he tumbles in a big oily mess, end over end, rolling like he'd just jumped out of a car or something.
He ends up tangled up in the ropes, pulling so hard on the posts that they're bending nearly horizontally.
"...That...that was not wrestling's finest hour," he mumbles, eyes crossed (but who can tell?) and groans of pain interspersed between breaths.
Cammy just... blinks. She did this little tap, and the end result was bodies flying, oil everywhere, groans of pain. In fact, he practically headbutted her fist, full power. She looks down at her gauntleted hand, and then back to Hakan, and blushes, very slightly.
She pads over to him, cautiously. She really never expected that to happen, sliding over to the ropes on the oil, and half crouching, to look at him in the face, one braid slipped over her shoulder to dangle down her front after all these acrobatics. "You need a moment to untangle yourself?" she asks him.
COMBATSYS: Cammy takes no action.
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Cammy 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 [E] Hakan
For a few seconds, Hakan is just there, coiled and wrapped up in the ropes. When he's spoken to, his head whips around, trying to find the source of the sound...and that just starts a whole avalanche of spinning about until he's dropped onto the ground! A loud "oof!" accompanies the 'graceful' exit, but he stands! One hand on the ropes, even if they don't help much, the other extends outward. He only lifts himself up enough to slouch over and support his upper body with a hand on his knee, which...works for a second before he slips off and almost falls again! A quick step stops him, however. He looks pretty beat-up, though, and pants like he'd run a marathon.
"Thank you, you're so--nnh!" His torso twists and his spine pops. He suddenly, then, looks very relieved and is able to stand upright again! "You're very kind for someone so young!" He tries to grasp her hand, but not to assault her. Instead, he just wants to lift it up and present her to the crowd. "What a show, eh? Please, ladies and gentlemen, another hand for my friend here, for helping me show you the majesty of Turkish oil wrestling!"
...What? This is just a show, after all! It's enough to have given people a good time, and besides, a lot of them are eating food and drinking things that they've bought from his stands! This fight is a success!
COMBATSYS: Hakan takes no action.
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Cammy 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 [E] Hakan
Cammy gets hauled up into the air unresisting, the Doll a toy in Hakan's hands. Perhaps Lord Vega likes to throw his Dolls around, which is why they are all so light, given how muscly they tend to be, in an understated, but effective, vat grown sort of manner. And she surveys the crowd with her big blue eyes, a frown on her face. This isn't really what she wanted.
"Is it over now?" she asks, twisting her head to look down at Hakan, one of her epically long braids batting against his nose as she turns. "You can fight a little more I think, no?" she asks, a faintly encouraging tone in her voice. "No? It's coffee time already? You were very unlucky with that last, umm. Whatever it was meant to be." she says optimistically.
COMBATSYS: Cammy takes no action.
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Cammy 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 [E] Hakan
A frown? Why, when Cammy looks down at Hakan, he's smiling, in that big, goofy way he does, all shining teeth on display. The poor braid is brushed away with a short puff of breath. He lets the poor girl back down to his feet, giving her a single, hard pat on the back. "I think so, my friend! Any more and I think I'll pass right out, and there's so much more left to do!" It's obvious, despite his effort to show that he's just as energetic as he was before, he's really not. It's the way he has to stop for deep breaths, how he groans a little bit when he moves his bulky body. "Believe me, I am impressed! You're a lot tougher than I thought you would be, I'm glad to have given it my best!"
For now, he makes his way out of the ring, catching a towel tossed at him so he can try and get most of that oil off. There are many towels, and one is offered to the Doll as well. It's thick and luxurious, just as one would expect from a Turkish stand. A bunch of the workers offer their condolences about the fight, but every one is rebuffed in his native tongue. There's no ill will or regret whatsoever, surely!
COMBATSYS: Cammy has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Hakan has ended the fight here.
Cammy smiles back at Hakan, though it's her blank, somewhat disturbing rictus grin that passes for a genuine smile in her case. In fact, it's even worse than normal, as it's a little forced. At least her blank smiles are usually genuine ones. "Very well, Hakan. We will meet again, I hope, and maybe you will forget this encounter by then. I suppose I still owe you dinner now." she says a little mournfully.
She grabs the offered towel, ugh, oil everywhere, and quite a bit of it on her. She did get hurled across the oil slicked mat several times after all, so she rubs herself all over, to soak up most of it. She's going to need a new uniform, she thinks, as she hurriedly grabs her also somewhat oiled red cloak and slips it about herself, with a haughty look at the gathered crowd while so doing.
"Thank you for the towel. And the fight. And the coffee. And the sweets.". And the Doll will indeed linger a bit, to nibble on some consolation Turkish delight.
And keep blue eyes fixed on the backs of those guys who were catcalling her, even now wandering off for the next spectacle. The Bee will be doing something about those guys later on...
Log created on 10:10:16 12/06/2010 by Hakan, and last modified on 16:32:55 12/06/2010.