Description: Hakan is all ready for a meeting of international businessmen, but...what's this? Some punk in a suit says that he has to go! Insulted, he gives the guard trouble, leaving him nothing to do but call down Abel, who's working as a part-time bodyguard, for backup. Poor Hakan, he's ejected (quite literally) from the building by an enraged Frenchman while his most hated business rival enjoys the fruits of his subtle interference! (Winner: Abel, Loser: Abel's chances at having children)
"Sir, I'm afraid that I can't let you in. Please step aside."
This isn't exactly a public event. At one of the nicer convention centers in Metro City, one in a series of meetings between businessmen the world over is taking place. Relief efforts for various countries, growth expectations for suppliers, the visions and changes for the food industry. Sure, it's not as important as any political movement, but these are all very wealthy, powerful men arriving today. Most of them are old and fat, very business-oriented and in clean, expensive suits. In the terms of attire, Hakan is no different. However, instead of being small and shark-like, he's just...well, huge! And red.
"What do you mean, you can't let me in there?" The man's thick turkish accent carries cleanly as he looks down at the smaller, but still rather strong man in black shades and suit.
"This meeting is invitation-only for a specific group of influential people, sir. We can't have you interfering with their important business. Please, turn around and leave."
At first the oil baron was just confused. His brow scrunches up, however, and he lifts both of his hands overhead. "I'm part of the group, you imbecile!" try as he might, the red man just can not convince the guard that he's really supposed to be attending this meeting, that he'd been with them the entire time! Try as he might, however, the smaller man stands firm, even when he gets a big red finger waving in his face. "Don't you tell me where I can't go!" He attempts to push the MiB and just go right through, but the little guy's strong! He at least manages to prop himself up by the door and keep the Turk pushed back, but it's a losing battle...and thus, the harsh call into his earpiece for backup against the violent intruder!
It hasn't been too bad of a job. Aside from that strange misunderstanding a few days ago where he met that odd man named Frei things have been quiet for Abel. He can deal with quiet because trouble or not he is getting paid the same so there is no reason he would want excitement. He just wishes he didn't have to spend so much time being all dressed up. He still doesn't like suits very much.
He almost looks like one of those businessmen who has been at the bar for awhile. His jacket is open and the tie is pulled loose to where he feels more comfortable. And given his size and the amount of scars on him no one is really going to tell him it is unprofessional to look that way. He has mostly been standing at one of the tables where his current employer is seated when one of his other bodyguards steps up and speaks into his ear. There is a grimace and a few moments later it is Abel that finds out that he is to help security out.
As Hakan is attempting to bully is way through the much smaller security member is holding his own at least long enough until the Frenchman arrives. "Sir, will you please stop causing such a fuss? We are asking so police don't need to be involved." Odd as it is he is actually giving a faint smile to try and be friendly about this. There is something in the back of his mind screaming that this might go south quick. Just look at the guy! So....red. And what is with that hair?
That hair is MAGNIFICENT, and don't you dare question it! The hair's owner is indeed red, red with anger!! Okay, perhaps not real ANGER, but his dander is definitely up. "Ah hah! One of you is not enough to keep me from where I'm supposed to be, do you think a second is any better?"
At this point, Hakan stops pushing forward. He'd found a way to get his hand on ther first guard's face, the thing pretty much entirely covered. Any attempts to speak are just muffled, and his little earpiece thingy has fallen off. But it's this new guy that seems more impressive. Those scars! That build! The Turk's eyes narrow as he looks Abel over, thinking him to be the Big Guy that people tend to use to intimidate others into complying. Well, IT WON'T WORK!
The deftness with which Hakan flips the first bodyguard around is nothing short of magical. Pushing him bend over as if to knock him down, he catches him by the jack of his jacket, fingers curled in the fabric as though the man were some sort of shield. "Tell this fool that he's mistaken! I'm very late as it is!" The poor, captured man just shakes his head wildly at Abel. He apparently doesn't agree!
It seems like trying to ask nicely isn't going to be of any help in this case. For some reason Hakan doesn't seem to know what exactly the word no means and he starts to get much too grabby with the guard. Abel just furrows his brow slightly and he lets out a sigh. He goes to pull his jacket off and tosses it to the side as he gives a shake of his head. "I am not with the building security. One of the gentlemen in the meeting asked me to take care of this." he explains to the red man.
That is when the Frenchman stalks forward, his smile turning more into a bit of a frown as he clenches and unclenches his fingers a few times to loosen up. It seems like peace just doesn't last in a town like Metro City. The poor guard that is being clenched by Hakan right now is finding himself being tugged by one hand of Abel while another hand goes to grab Hakan by the face and push him back out through the doorway rather forcefully. "Please leave or we will have to call the cops."
COMBATSYS: Abel has started a fight here.
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Abel 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Hakan has joined the fight here.
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Abel 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hakan
COMBATSYS: Hakan blocks Abel's Quick Throw.
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Abel 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hakan
One of the men in the meeting? Hakan's eyes narrow. "It was that bastard Seliani, wasn't it?! That snide little man has been after my olives for years!" Oh, the hours of offers, the days of 'forgotten' payments and attempt to stock inferior Greek olive oil in the very stores that boast his greatest sales... He should have known that this problem was because of him! Oh, he will pay! He will definitely pay...
But first, he has a hand pushing on his face.
"I...will...not!" He pushes against the hand, obviously preferring the pressure on his face instead of toppling backwards. His muscles bulge under the suit, causing buttons to start popping free and seams to start tearing. "I am well within my rights to be here, you have no authority to deny me!" He feels so slighted that reason doesn't appear to be working! But then...if you stood to lose all the work you'd put weeks and hundreds of thousands of dollars into, wouldn't his reaction be normal?
The jacket that he was holding onto rips as well once Abel pulls the other man free. He looks at the strips of cloth, then throws them down at his feet. "Very well! If that's how he wants to play it, I will be happy to oblige!" He tears his nice suit jacket and fresh white shirt off, baring his bright, red, ripped chest. His right arm pulls backward and then lunges forward, his hand open and palm forward to shove the rescued guard right into Abel...and the both of them right into the wall!
COMBATSYS: Abel blocks Hakan's Hakan Spear.
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Abel 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hakan
For Abel it is a bad day it would seem, but it could be worse. The other guard is probably having the worst day of his life right now as he is getting short of shoved about between the two men. Even worse is his face is covered by that large palm so his screams are just muffled. He might soon find release at least. The fact he is shoved into Abel is a good thing perhaps. The Frenchman actually manages to use both his hands to grasp the smaller man as he is shoved into Abel. Then there is more awful times as he gets pretty much squished between Hakan and Abel due to the fact Abel is nod budging and Hakan doesn't seem to watch to give up.
"I don't know who Seliani is. That isn't who I work for." Abel calmly says despite not looking happy at all. The guard might finally be free with only a few dozen nightmares at least. Abel steps back and pulls the man with him to get him free of Hakan and let him run away to curl up in a corner somewhere. Abel on the otherhand uses that distance so he can jump upwards and forwards, his large body turning in the air as he brings a leg upwards and then swings down to drive his heel right on top of Hakan's head.
COMBATSYS: Abel successfully hits Hakan with Wheel Kick.
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Abel 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Hakan
It's not every day that you see such a large man fly. For Abel to get his bulk up like that and do his whole gymnastic kick sort of thing is nothing short of impressive. Hakan's pale eyes watch the spectacle with no small amount of incredulousness. His mouth is twisted in a crooked frown, one that's lessened with his jaw drops. The odd motion makes him realize that a heel is flying in far too late, and despite his efforts to get his arms up to stop it, he can do nothing about it!
CRACK.
Hakan's hair is smashed under the foot while the man himself wobbles backward. It's impossible to see that his eyes have crossed and he wobbles unsteadily. A few stumbling steps and he's regained his balance, both hands up and curved over the top of his head. "...OW! What the--that really hurt!" He looks at his hands a couple of times, just to make sure that there's no blood. "That is excessive violence! Assault! I'll have your employer in court!" Oh, but didn't he instigate things? No, no. The first guy started it!
Maintaining his distance, the Turk spreads his stance and hunches forward, both of his hands out and spread in front of him as if to catch something...but his whole body clenches and flexes, further heightening the strain that his muscles put on his pants as the seams threaten to pop at any time.
COMBATSYS: Hakan gathers his will.
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Abel 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Hakan
Being large and somewhat agile can be a rather scary thing indeed. If anything Abel finds out what is on top of Hakan's head is actually hair. A good thing because he isn't sure he would have wanted it to be anything else. Some things just need to be found out. After delivering the kick he lands firmly on both feet again and he keeps his ground instead of pressing on. He just looks confused by the tirade about assault and his head tilts a bit to the side. "Aren't you the one attacking the building's security to start?" He seems to just run into all the crazies too when things stop being peaceful.
He does hold back at least. "Perhaps you should just leave and calm yourself. You are causing a ruckus." Oh he is trying to keep it peaceful. Frei at least listened to reason. He has a feeling big red here isn't going to do the same, though. That might be exactly why Abel is lowering his guard just yet until he actually sees the big man back off.
COMBATSYS: Abel focuses on his next action.
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Abel 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Hakan
"Hmph! A man's right to self-defense is inaliable!" Though, the man has a point. It's just one that is completely missed at the moment. Other calls for security are made, but nobody's willing to get in between Abel and someone else his size; if one man couldn't hold Hakan back when he wasn't angry, how many would it take to stop him NOW, especially given the fact that he's airborne?!
Wait. Airborne?
It all starts with a clenching of toes and tightening of the glutes. One moment, Hakan is standing a good number of feet away, and the next, he's sprung forward! His back very nearly scrapes the high ceiling, blocking out the artificial lights as he spreads his arms and legs out, descending in short order toward the mistaken Frenchman!
COMBATSYS: Abel Toughs Out Hakan's Body Press!
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Abel 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Hakan
Things end up just about as much as Abel had thought to an extent. Hakan didn't seem like he was in one of those moods to where he could listen to reason. What Abel didn't expect is to find that large man jump high into the air right towards the other fighter. Maybe he will ask his employer for a slight bit more pay for today's wages at this rate. There certainly doesn't look to be anyone willing to help. He can't really blame them. He has felt the strength of the man. He is feeling it right now as he feels the weight of Hakan pushing him down.
He doesn't get crushed under the giant red warrior. Instead He just grasps Hakan with both hands while holding the man up in the air with teeth gritted and arms quivering from the shock of having so much weight hit them rather forcefully. With a grunt the frenchmen moves to get a firm grip on Hakan and twirl the other fighter about before slamming him hard into the ground. "Grrraaaaah!"
COMBATSYS: Abel successfully hits Hakan with EX Tornado Throw EX.
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Abel 0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1 Hakan
Wait. What is happening? Why did the ground stop coming closer? Why are Hakan's arms and legs free to flail about uselessly? It must look ridiculous, him being held aloft and wriggling around like a fish on land. His lack of oil is obviously a serious disadvantage. It makes him easy to grip, so he can't just slip out of the Frenchie's hands. It makes the impact against the ground even worse, a collision that cracks the tiles beneath, stretching outward in a spiderweb pattern. The force of the impact ripples outward across the floor, tipping over penholders and even causing the receptionist to get bumped up out of her chair!
A groan comes from the downed oil mogul, which is a relief to some. A throw like that would liquify normal people! But he's alive, if not uninjured. That's good! It means that they won't have to shut down while the police investigate a homicide.
As though to prove his vitality, one of Hakan's arms suddenly jerks upward! Poor Abel, standing so close, had better move fast before the instigator can get a good grip on Master Wang and his two disciples. If he can't, not only is he in for a squeezing that would make grown men cry, but Hakan will hold his grip until he can struggle up to his feet and try to throw his foe back and over his head!
COMBATSYS: Abel endures Hakan's Hakan Throw.
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Abel 0/-------/-======|=======\=======\1 Hakan
Abel may have let himself get a bit carried away, but given the position he was in there wasn't much he could do at that point. It is hard to make very good split second decisions when you got a rather heavy Turkish man being held over your head. He tries taking a few deep breaths to calm himself thinking that maybe this whole mess is finally over with and things can return back to normal. His balls tell him differently. The fact he doesn't scream is amazing given the grip Hakan has at the moment. In fact most of the security around him are giving a pained look at what they just witnessed.
The Frenchman grits his teeth and it takes everything he has to just even keep from crumpling over. That is exactly why Hakan can easily grasp him and throw him over. He lands hard on the ground, but to the amazement of those watching he is quick to pop back up to his feet. And he was frowning a bit before, but Abel looks downright PISSED at this point. Hakan might know what is about to happen from the loud yell that erupts from the Frenchman as he rushes forward and looks to slam right into the wrestler full speed shoulder first.
COMBATSYS: Hakan fails to interrupt Shoulder Check from Abel with Hakan Throw.
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Abel 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hakan
Even after having tossed Abel aside, Hakan needs a moment to gather his senses. A hand is up against the side of his head, the other at his back, groaning and grumbling something about chiropractors. Surely, he thinks, this whole thing is over. Nobody could take such a grip to the goods and be up and about! It must be safe to totally keep his back toward the big temporary bodyguard.
That yell, however, tells him otherwise.
Hakan spins about, shock clear on his face as Abel comes stomping in! Is he a eunich?? No, certainly not! Maybe...no, he has no time to think about WHY, he just has to react! He brings an arm up to try and slam it down on the blonde's head as he's rushing in, an attempt to get him off-balance and throw him anew. But it's far too late, and he's far too slow. His chest compresses beneath the shoulder charge, ribs bending inward but just short of breaking, their only blessing the fact that he's thrown backward...and how. The Turk crashes down the hallway, knocking over trash and ash cans in his wake, fake potted plants tipped this way and that. His dry skin squeaks as it rubs against the tiled floor, and were his skin not already red, the friction burns would be evident soon enough! With pained sounds and curses in a foreign tongue, he puts one hand on the floor, then another, trying to lift himself back up to his feet. People have started to peek their heads out of the doors along the hallway to see just what the hell is going on!
He hopes Hakan will finally stay down after that. Abel didn't want to get too rough, but honestly when a man grabs your goods there is no holding back after that. If anything his boss will be getting a report that he is getting his money's worth out of the Frenchman. With Abel's luck nothing will be heard about it and no raise or bonus will be given to him. "Why do you keep getting up? Just stay down until people are here to escort you out!" He lets out a bit of a frustrated sigh as he stalks forward once again.
That is when he goes to grasp for Hakan once again. He lurches forward and his hands reach out once again. He is going to spin the man about to where he is facing the doorway he came in from and towards the exit of the building proper as well. He then takes a deep breath and suddenly charges forward. This can't be good at all.
COMBATSYS: Abel successfully hits Hakan with Heartless.
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Abel 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hakan
There is a loud smack as Abel Barrels into Hakan at high speed and picks the other man up and just keeps running. People dive out of the way and women scream as the two large men go flying through the doorway Hakan originally barged into and then slam against the entrance door to the building. Abel only lets go in this case so he can just start battering Hakan with a combo of punches to the Turk's torso several times before finally grabbing him once again. He lifts up the other fighter and shouts as he swings Hakan about and through the doors which end up pretty much trashed as he yells. "AND STAY OUT!"
"Why??" Despite being battered all to hell, Hakan seems well enough to still yell back at the man! He's hunched over again, but now it's simply due to being too hurt to wrench himself upwards immediately. Plus, his skin hurts like hell! Being dry is really very terrible! "Because I have done nothing wrong!" The proclamation helps give him the wall to lurch his posture up and straight, his hands balled into fists and resting on his hips. Really, he must have no sense of right and wrong! And moreso, he is not afraid. He will not back down from this!
Actually, he is very literally forced to back down in short order. As Abel comes rushing in, the Turk does not flinch or duck away. He stands his ground, for all of the two seconds he has before he's launched backwards, beaten to hell and back, and tossed right outside, bouncing into the street! Oh, the scrape of asphalt upon his bare skin is not at all pleasant, and he ends up crashing into the concrete wall of the parking garage across the street. That, finally, seems to be enough to get him to stop moving, his brain rattled about so much that he doesn't even know how to /start/ getting up.
Back at the meeting hall, work is done to clean up a little bit. Things are picked up, the invader's clothes collected...out from which slips a single white envelope, its corner emblazoned with the business group's logo. One of the assembled guards picks it up and opens it, revealing the expensive stationary and hand-penned invitation...for all of a second before it's snapped from his grip!
"Thank you for retreiving that, young man." The speaker is a short, rude-looking Greek man in a slick grey suit and the thinnest moustache that's curled at the ends away from his face, something that hasn't been seen since the golden days of Rocky and Bullwinkle's troubles with a certain black-suited villain. The other members of the meeting have started to file out, deteminded to find another place to reconvene. Someplace quieter. As the group leaves, Mister Seliani grins triumphantly at the ruined hallway and Abel, running his fingers down the curve of his thin moustache.
COMBATSYS: Hakan takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Hakan can no longer fight.
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Abel 0/-------/-----==|
The Frenchman lets out a few deep breaths to finally calm himself down after that and it looks like he just might have finally gotten things taken care of. He straightens back up and he still frowns at the other security guards who actually work for the building and he just shakes his head. He doesn't really care enough to argue with them about such a thing. He just starts walking back towards where he threw his jacket and oblivious to what transpires between the guard that found the invitation and the businessman that had just used Abel as a pawn.
That jacket he was wearing is pulled back on and adjusted just slightly. He is ready to go back to his actual job of guarding his employer instead of playing security for people that can't apparently do their job.
COMBATSYS: Abel has ended the fight here.
Log created on 12:10:30 02/03/2011 by Hakan, and last modified on 14:50:40 02/03/2011.