Description: El Fuerte finally catches up to another man involved with the battle at his restaurant many months ago. It also seems he takes no for an answer and Hon-Fu cannot escape the wrath of an angry luchador.
Now this is the life.
Hon-Fu hasn't felt so important since he captured Yamazaki. Having been persuaded by Haggar's sincerity and bearing to ally himself with the mayor's efforts in constructing D8, and feeling himself underutilized and undervalued by his political superiors at Interpol, the freedom the Fearless Detective has found -- and the pleasure he's taken in dealing with such tough and experienced subordinates -- here in Metro City is beyond what he expected. The wide grin plastered all over his face may fade when he hears that the Cop Team has been booted from the running in King of Fighters, undermining their investigative efforts a bit, and that Yamazaki was spotted fighting in the tournament. (Whoops!) But for now, in this brief shining moment--
"Ah ha ha ha!"
Hon-Fu is living it up.
Striding through Metro Square on a sunny spring day as though without a care in the world, the gloriously bowl-cutted investigator twirls his nunchaku in one hand, somehow managing not to hit any small children in the process, and totes a shopping bag from Crazy Zhin's Self-Congratulatory Indulgences and Fireworks Depot. Casually side-stepping groups of pleasantly chattering tourists, he moves past a series of small pillars erected as a tribute to the efforts of the Metro Police in stemming the depredations of Mad Gear, and nods smugly to himself, as though he were a part of it somehow.
Still, there are worse affiliations for a man to have.
And with all those thoughts in his mind it would seem the Chinese fighter has forgotten one important thing. He is a prime suspect for the whereabouts of a man simply known as Iron Chef Karate. Of course Hon-Fu tried to act innocent when first questioned by the media after the entire incident, but no man could come across such a great warrior and not come away without some clue as to where he can be found. Or at least that is the thought process running through a certain luchador who also happens to own the restaurant that Hon-Fu helped destroy.
It has been a good amount of time since then so Hon-Fu could easily forget such a thing. It was just a small event in a busy life of the officer who has been helping out Haggar and working with the cops in Metro. Of course it seems he just might be getting a refresher course on as to what happened those many months ago very soon.
There is a weird silence that seems to overcome the street that the cop is wandering along and it almost seems like everyone has been certain avoid this block for some reason. iI isn't like it is a bad part of town, but if tumbleweeds existed in Metro one would be rolling past Hon-Fu at the moment. Then there is the sound of an approaching car and the blaring of mariachi music as a white van comes screeching down the road at high speed. The tires lock up and the vehicle begins to spin about until the back doors fly open and The Hurricane of the Gulf bursts out the back and goes flying towards Hon-Fu.
"DYNAAAAMIIIIIC COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKING TIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!" he shouts as he lands not far from the cop and then points at him. "You have evaded me long enough, criminal!" he declares and then strikes a pose with a hand on his hip and his finger now point in the air. "Now give me the location of Iron Chef Karate or feel the rath of El Fuerte!"
Hon-Fu's jaw drops, needless to say.
He feels a certain tingling up his spine as the mariachi music approaches, a chilling experience that he, well, he really can't explain at all. But soon, soon he understands. For the tinny sound of mariachi music--
"F... Fuerte?"
--is the sound of his destiny approaching.
There is a moment as his mind, immersed in a sea of self-satisfaction only moments ago, struggles to grapple with this sudden turn of events, and discern exactly what has led him to this dreadful conclusion.
SOME TIME AGO
Hon-Fu quietly slinks out of Fuerte's destroyed restaurant.
NOW
"Okay, look," he says, raising his hands defensively, though the gesture looks far less like one of surrender giving that he's carrying a weapon in one and a shopping bag in the other. "First of all, my report said that it was all Raiden's fault. Raiden's an internationally known criminal. It stands to reason everything that happened there would be his fault." They took his word for it, anyway. "Second of all, I know as much as you do about the identity of Iron Chef Karate. If I knew who he was, I'd arrest him myself." He tries to meet Fuerte's fiery gaze through the man's mysterious mask, but despite his best efforts, Hon-Fu has a sinking feeling he's not going to get out of this one very easily.
"Third of all, I'm not a criminal, because I'm a police officer. Police officers can't be criminals. It stands to reason." Hon-Fu's sense of justice is not particularly nuanced, but then again, neither is Fuerte's. That's why he's worried. "Speaking of which, I'm very busy right now. Doing police things. Justice things."
He can't get roped into this mad quest.
"Which leads me to my fourth point--"
Whereupon he hurls his shopping bag in Fuerte's general direction, turns, and bolts in the opposite direction, hitching up his loose pants as he runs.
"I have an appointment!!"
It's not that Hon-Fu is afraid. Hon-Fu is Fearless. It's in the title.
"Now's not the time, Fuerte!!" he shouts over his shoulder.
It's just--
This is a strategic withdrawal.
COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu has started a fight here.
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has joined the fight here.
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 ElFuerte
COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu successfully hits ElFuerte with Thrown Object.
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 ElFuerte
The luchador seems to be frowning the whole time that Hon-Fu speaks. He can argue all he wants, but Fuerte knows the truth! He will not take any excuses from this man today. He wants answers and he wants them now. "Nice try, amigo. I already have talked to Raiden and the man does was not an accomplice and simply just caught up in a bad situation!" He was also sat on Raiden, but he won't go into detail about that horrifying story. How he even lives after that could have been made into a movie.
"And you cannot fool the Hurricane of the Gulf! I have seen Training Day and not all cops are good and full of justice like you claim!" Because if you can't trust Hollywood in those sort of matters who can you trust? even as El Fuerte is about ready to speak he suddenly finds the shopping back thrown his way and whatever words are stopped by it slapping right into the face of the masked fighter with a resounding -WHUD-. Certainly that gives Hon-Fu plenty of time to make his escape.
OR SO HE HOPED! Instead the man is faced with rounding a corner where somehow El Fuerte got around before he even did despite the large head start. He is just coming towards the waiting arms of the luchador that looks to grasp the Chinamen and then fall backwards to monkeyflip him into a wall.
COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu counters Quick Throw from ElFuerte with Kaoloon's Prediction.
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 ElFuerte
Hon-Fu's going to get out of this one for sure. Dashing through the square, dodging past shocked tourists and marveling passerby, the incredibly sketchy policeman lunges into a nearby alleyway, knowing for sure that he's going to lose the Hurricane amidst the twists and turns of these--
"Aaaaahhh!"
How is he ALREADY HERE!?
Hon-Fu screeches to a halt, staring wide-eyed as Fuerte appears /in front/ of him, having somehow leapt his way around and pre-empted his movements. The Fearless Detective, appearing thoroughly intimidated, has heard that the wrestler was fast, but this just defies reason. Nevertheless, confusion and bewilderment coalesce into an instinctive reaction, Hon-Fu's fight or flight instinct burning at highest gear.
"I'm telling you--"
That hug does not look like one Hon-Fu wants. As Fuerte leaps toward him, the detective desperately lashes out with the nunchaku he is already holding, entangling the man's arm and then twisting and hurling /him/ toward the wall instead, immediately turning on his heel and attempting to run down a different alley.
"--I've got nothing to tell you!!"
Ohhhh, he doesn't have time for this!
It is like one of those old Pepe LePew cartoons. The cat that accidentally gets the skunk stripe just can't seem to escape. At least with this it is much less perverted and more El Fuerte doesn't seem to understand the meaning of the word no. Yes, Hon-Fu is probably telling the truth in this case, but his truth isn't the answer the luchador wants to hear. It is the same thing that happened to Raiden and probably something that will happen to other people down the road. At least poor Rust was spared a fight upon his encounter.....this time.
The luchador seems not to have been ready for the quick reflexes of his opponent either because he finds himself caught and then tossed right into the wall where he splats face first into it and slowly slides downwards which only seems to make this whole chase and fight more cartoonish. He shifts his weight though and he soon lands on the ground on his feet and fluidly goes into a sliding motion aiming to chase down Hon-Fu again and sweep his feet out from under him again. "No one escapes me without giving me what I want!" he cries followed by "CALAMAAAARIIIII SLIIIIIIIIIIDE!"
COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu blocks ElFuerte's Calamari Slide.
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 ElFuerte
"You're a madman, Hurricane!"
Hon-Fu scrambles to avoid his pursuer, the bowl-cutted investigator's face fixed in an expression of mild panic, eyes wide and teeth exposed in a near rictus grimace as his swift adversary slides in wildly. Only another of Hon-Fu's feats of agility save him, the nimble nunchaku artist spinning on his heel and snapping down his foot in a jamming motion, halting the wrestler's advance and briefly pinning him in place. "You're as crazy as your meals! I've got nothing to give you, Fuerte, so leave me--"
And aiming to strike before his opponent can slide away, Hon-Fu lurches low to drive his nunchaku into the luchador's midsection, whipping them out in a powerful snapping motion, though his expression really does not change.
"--in peace!!"
Good luck with that, Detective.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte fails to interrupt Medium Strike from Hon-Fu with Quesadilla Bomb.
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 ElFuerte
He may not be having the best of luck, but Fuerte does not seem to let that little bit stop him from what he wants. Even if he has to have his mariachi band throw his unconcious body at Hon-Fu over and over he will get what he wants out of the Chinaman whatever the cost! He comes out of that slide and seems to be working at going straight into another attack only to be caught by the nunchaku right in the stomach which causes him to go wide eyed and sends him flying back and he lands in a heap.
This seems like more than enough of a chance for Hon-Fu to make his escape now with El Fuerte seemingly downed. Of course if he keeps running he is just going to round another corner with El Fuerte looking slightly beat up, but still grinning widely as he points towards the Chinaman. "Face it! No matter what you can't defeat me! You will help the Hurricane of the Gulf no matter what!" he declares then he uses that pointing finger to signal Hon-Fu to come at him. "Batter me all you want! There is no escape!"
If anything, maybe Hon-Fu can at least escape the mariachi band.
Though at this rate, even that seems improbable. The detective, of course, bolts again at the first opportunity, having stymied Fuerte once more, and dashes down a different alley, crashing through several crates, scaring several yowling cats, and scampering up a chain link fence in his desperation, only to--
"Aaaaaaahhhh!"
--be greeted by a familiar mask.
"How do you DO that!?" he cries, the erstwhile defender of justice stumbling backward as the wrestler offers his pronouncement. "No! No no no!" He waves his hands furiously, his nunchaku jangling with the motion. "I'm a very busy man! I've no time for undefeatable wrestler-chefs! No room on my schedule, man! Ask my secretary. No! Don't ask my secretary! Stay away from my office! I don't even have an office! Aaah!"
As though taking up Fuerte on his last suggestion, though, the still panicking investigator lurches toward his adversary, whirling his weapon wildly.
"I get it!" he shouts as he strikes out with a wide, sweeping blow. "There's more than one of you! That's why you wear that mask!!"
COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu successfully hits ElFuerte with Black Dragon.
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 ElFuerte
That would explain alot if he had clones. Then again that is also a world ending thought. Does Earth really need more than one El Fuerte? That nunchaku once again lands solidly and El Fuerte is sent sprawling once more. The theory of more than one also loses some clout in the fact it seems each time Fuerte shows the bruises from the previous strike. Is he really that fast? And if he is why the hell can't he seem to avoid any attack that is being thrown his way? He must be leading Hon-Fu into a false sense of security.
There is even a laugh as El Fuerte manages to get to his feet. "There is only one Hurricane of the Gulf! You may as well give up and agree to help me!" he tells the officer while pointing towards him. "I will defeat Iron Chef Karate and make him my personal assistant chef!" he explains. Heck, he even hired one of the greatest fighters of all time to help him. Can anyone stop the team of El Fuerte and Dan Hibiki!? No, I think not. "Now surrender and give me the answers I want." he says while keeping his footing which only means Hon-Fu can try to escape again, but can he truely escape the luchador?
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte gains composure.
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 ElFuerte
"Ugh..."
Alright, Hon-Fu has a bad feeling about this. At this point, he doesn't know if it's possible to get away from Fuerte. And for all the times he's hit this guy, the man's confidence is almost eerie. He must have something up his flamboyant sleeve, the detective thinks to himself. It's the only explanation.
And an officer has to go with his gut.
"For the last time, I can't tell you anything! Don't you know that answers given under duress aren't valid in a court of law!?" the investigator is just babbling now, trying to distract the luchador while his eyes dart around, looking for a new escape. Really, the last thing he wants is to have to deal with Fuerte's nonsense in the midst of a serious investigation into the darkness at the heart of King of Fighters. And he can only imagine how mortifying it would be to have something like the Hurricane of the Gulf show up while he's trying to coach the MCPD and get them to take him seriously. What an obscene mess. Hon-Fu only barely has the edge on those guys anyway; his past experience only marginally trumps the wars they've gone through.
"If I can't get away from you," he announces wildly, "I'm going through you!!" And so saying, Hon-Fu lunges once more at his adversary, nunchaku whirling, and aims a crushing blow down to crash through Fuerte's defenses and plow directly into the crown of his head, hopefully poleaxing him for good -- not that there seems to be much chance of that.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte parries Hon-Fu's Heavenly Lightning!
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 ElFuerte
There is only one law that matters to El Fuerte despite having an almost superhero style motivation. His law is the one that matters! It is the only non corrupt one that can be followed and even if he is being beaten down he will not submit to those who try to stop him in his quest to find out about Iron Chef Karate! " he yells loudly even as he keeps an eye on the other man's movements. At the last moment he seems to lean back and he shoves a hand upwards to deflect that nunchaku to keep it from doing the damage it is supposed to do to his poor already braincell depleted skull.
Now El Fuerte manages to get in close and try and pick up Hon-Fu. "Just agree to help me and this will all go away, amigo!" he tells him as he attempts to just pick up Hon-Fu and then run forward a step or two before slamming the other fighter head first onto the pavement. "If we work together with my other hirings we can easily find and defeat the master chef! Then I can learn all he has to offer!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Hon-Fu with Fajitas Buster EX.
? Strange Hit! ?
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 ElFuerte
Quietly, as his head is being bashed against the pavement, Hon-Fu reflects on happier times.
FIVE MINUTES AGO
Hon-Fu is walking through Metro Square, feeling great.
NOW
Ah, it feels like so long ago.
"I'm -- ow -- not interested in -- argh -- Master Chief! And the last thing -- ughh -- I could possibly want -- BARF -- is to meet whatever madmen you've managed to recruit to your cause!" Stricken, one eye unfocused, the Questionably Fearless Detective glowers up at the Hurricane of the Gulf, who seems to have him on storm alert lockdown. "I'll eat your food, Fuerte, but that's as much as I'm willing to give you!"
At last, in what seems to be a moment of respite, he plants his palms on the ground and grits his teeth, twisting his body with acrobatic force.
"Other than, of course--"
And whipping his legs about, he hopes to simultaneously free himself and pound his leg against the side of Fuerte's head in a snapping kick.
"--a beating!"
COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu successfully hits ElFuerte with Light Kick.
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Hon-Fu 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 ElFuerte
The luchador continues his assault, but then soon feels the foot of Hon-Fu's foot against his face that sends him away and seperates the two fighters. Despite all the abuse El Fuerte seems to be like some sort of terminator. He shouldn't be able to move after all this punishment, right? Yet here he is getting back to his feet and laughing a bit on top of it all. "You have a choice? No, amigo. Even if you defeat me the Hurricane of the Gulf has friends. Can you evade us all?" It might be a bluff, but at the same time as he lists names it might scare the cop into submission.
He stalks forward as that grin widens. "Zangief, Dan Hibiki, Varvara....." he lists as he suddenly jumps forward. "Can you beat them all even if you somehow defeat me?!" he asks while slinging both feet forward to slam them hard into the chest of the other fighter. "I think not!"
COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu fails to counter Heavy Kick from ElFuerte with Kaoloon's Prediction.
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Hon-Fu 1/-----==/=======|=======\===----\1 ElFuerte
This is an unmitigated disaster.
"You're just shouting random names!" Hon-Fu accuses. He's been aiming more for the 'flight' side of 'fight or flight' for most of this, but he's starting to get ticked off now. Feeling his blood boiling at how much of a pest this wrestler is turning out to be, the Interpol investigator squares off, settling down as he summons up a surge of punishing quasi-justice power. "I've had enough of your spicy shenanigans, Fuerte! I'm not going to let you--"
Hon-Fu ought to watch more wrestling matches.
He saw the kick coming, at least. And he was about ready to entangle his nunchaku in Fuerte's foot again, and teach him what justice is all about. Or at least policing. Or at least police brutality. The point is that a dropkick is not exactly what Hon-Fu was expecting, and he ends up with his weapon uselessly enmeshed in the luchador's own assault and the kick impacting in his chest, sending the detective flying. It's all he can do to maintain his grip on his weapon before he crashes into a trashcan.
"Ugh," he mutters as he extracts himself. "This is even worse than that time I had to eat your food."
here is one thing many learn when dealing with El Fuerte. There are two things worse than insulting the luchador. The second to worst idea is to insult the foot. The worst is to insult the greatest wrestler of all time, Rainbow Mika! So when he says how bad El Fuerte's food is just seems to push the luchador into a new level of anger. "WHAT!?" he asks and despite the beating he has taken he looks suddenly as if his wounds were forgotten even if he feels the pain from all of those strikes.
It is just something that seems to push the luchador into a whole new level as he shakes his head and points ot Hon-Fu. "You could deny things all you want, but you do not insult the cooking of the Hurricane of the Gulf!" he cries out. It has driven him to a point where something bad is going to happen it would seem. It all depends on what happens when he leaps towards the other fighter in a sliding motion and if he manages to connect.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Hon-Fu with El Fuerte Spark.
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Hon-Fu 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 ElFuerte
He lands in a slide that slams into the legs of the Chinamen which only starts a train to pain town. It throws Hon-Fu off balance enough that he soon finds the legs of the luchador around his neck before he goes off into the skin as El Fuerte pretends he is a helicopter. It throws Hon-Fu high up into the skin and El Fuerte releases for a moment despite at being in the same point in the air as the other fighter. "EL FUERTE!" he cries out then he entangles himself around the Chinese fighter and then gives him one hell of a neck strain along with pulling a shoulder out of socket before dragging him into the ground hard. "SPARK!"
Okay.
Okay, okay, okay.
"F..."
Hon-Fu honestly doesn't really know what just happened. His arm hurts a lot. His face hurts-- even more. And this luchador character is still shouting about something. This is about as much as your average Fearless Detective can handle.
"...Fuerte..."
Fortunately--
"I'll insult whatever I please!!"
Hon-Fu is not your average anything!
He lurches to his feet, his dominant hand dangling somewhat uselessly after the wrestler's painful assault, but the resolve on Hon-Fu's features -- the powerful resolve to get the hell out of here -- is not to be discounted. Swiftly he whips his nunchaku into his off-hand, and moving sinuously, as though it were all a part of the attacking motion, the intense investigator lashes out at full range, extending his flail such that it aims to collide with Fuerte's body and drive him back with the impact, creating a certain distance between the Hurricane and Hon-Fu. A distance which may prevent more of what just happened.
"Huuahh!"
To Hon-Fu's credit, even though he seems quite injured and overwhelmed by the last display, his stance is steady and poised, and though one eye is squinted shut, the control he demonstrates with his pin-point nunchaku strike is notable.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Hon-Fu's Snare Whip.
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Hon-Fu 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0 ElFuerte
It is a rather confusing thing. Should Fuerte be faster when he has taken LESS punishment? Even so he seems to be harder to hit now than he was from the start. That is shown when the Chinese fighter makes his strike and hits nothing but air. "You can insult like that, but it just proves you are a lesser man!" the luchador boasts as he seems to be just out of the way of the swing that was made. He gives another wide grin and a laugh as he shakes his head. "You cannot win. Just admit defeat and help me!"
Nevermind all the important crimes Hon-Fu could be helping with right now. Nevermind he is helping make Metro a better place to live. As long as El Fuerte needs to find Iron Chef Karate the efforts of what Hon Fu is doing are ignored. The luchachef takes a few steps forward and he soon lauches himself into the air. As he twists about he aims to come flying down to land on top of his opponent and pin him to the ground. "TOSTADA PRESS!"
COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu fails to counter Tostada Press from ElFuerte with Confident Counterattack.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?
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Hon-Fu 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 ElFuerte
It just goes to show--
"Huuaghhh!"
Control cannot triumph over crazy.
Hon-Fu was ready to ensnare anything, literally anything. He was just waiting for El Fuerte to be lured into crossing the distance between them. But it's hard to-- I mean, how do you entangle a bellyflop? The bewildered detective wastes a precious moment considering how to deal with the luchador's wild assault before half-heartedly -- and hardly confidently, as the name requires -- lashing out just in general, hoping to at least knock the Hurricane out of the sky. It doesn't work out particularly well, and Hon-Fu is floored.
He's stunned, and for a lingering moment stares up at the heavens, eyes wide and unseeing. One! Two! Three! It's over! The fight's over! He's pinned! Wait a minute.
"Th-- this isn't a wrestling match!!"
Abruptly, he hurls Fuerte off of him and scrambles wildly to get to his feet, stumbling backward against the wall. "Who are you really, you maniac!?" the frazzled cop manages. "You can't just lie on a man and expect to win fights!"
He says that, but when did this guy get so fast? Ugh!
There was a bit of a change of momentum that makes El Fuerte not land in a way he had hoped. That was enough to make him quickly bounce off and flip away and making it hard for Hon-Fu to strike at him if he wanted to do so. "Do not be annoyed, amigo. Wrestling solves everything!" Zangief and Tizoc would agree with him on that if they were around to agree about such things. Hon-Fu is probably lucky about those two being far away from here and only having to deal with El Fuerte. "Are you ready to give up!?"
Given the reaction it would seem that is not the case. The Chinese fighter is rather tough and won't give in so easily. Nevermind that. He will give in soon enough. Not many people can go against the persuasive charm that the luchador has. He just comes in quickly again and he goes to wrap his arm around the neck of Hon-Fu before dropping himself tot he ground and introducing Hon-Fu's face to the ground again. "OLE!"
COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu dodges ElFuerte's Quick Throw.
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Hon-Fu 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 ElFuerte
"It doesn't look like," Hon-Fu snaps back as, somehow, despite feeling weak on his feet, he summons up the gumption and werewithal required to spring out of the way of Fuerte's next assault, the fire having not entirely left his eyes, "wrestling's solved /your/ problems, you loon!" Nunchaku whirling in a continuous motion, spinning them out high to keep any follow-up attacks at bay, the detective draws upon all of his remaining strength so ensure he keeps moving, and has a shot and holding Fuerte off for just a little longer. Until--
Well, okay, there's no plan, really. Hon-Fu's just trying to resist what has seemed from the beginning to be his inevitable fate. The man can teleport or something, for Buddha's sake!!
"I'll never give up! Whuuuaaahh!" And in an approximate counter to his opponent's battle cry, Hon-Fu shouts and leaps forward again, aiming to scythe Fuerte's fast-moving legs out from under him with a low swinging blow.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Hon-Fu's Medium Strike.
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Hon-Fu 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 ElFuerte
Does wrestling really not help? Who is the fighter still in King of Fighters right now? Who has traveled around the world to improve both his fighting and cooking style!? It certainly isn't Hon-Fu! Even more so the luchador seems to once again avoid an attack from the other fighter. It seems that the insult to his food must have pushed him into overdrive from the looks of it. Is there any other sort of explanation!?
"Don't give up! That shows you will be a worth addition to my plans!" Wait, when did this whole thing unhatch? Was this part of his original plans or another odd strange change of thoughts that El Fuerte has concocted. "Come now! Join me for the search of Iron Chef Karate or live in mediocrity!" he declares as he goes to pick up Hon-Fu and quickly drive him head first into the ground in a suplex like move. "OLE!"
COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu fails to counter Quick Throw from ElFuerte with Confident Counterattack.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Hon-Fu can no longer fight.
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Poor Hon-Fu. He doesn't know what's hit him.
No, really, he has no idea what's hit him.
"I'll," he rasps as, wild-eyed, he faces down for the last time another of El Fuerte's assaults, "never join you!" Mediocrity forever! Until promptly he falters at the Hurricane's dramatic reveal. "W, wait," he manages weakly, "not giving up means I /am/ worthy to join you? Th-- then I give up!" He raises his eyes, briefly shocked, before his eyes abruptly narrow. "No, wait a minute..."
But faster than you can say 'catch-22', Hon-Fu is taken down by Fuerte, the hapless officer snatched up and promptly suplexed so hard he /bounces/ off of the pavement, crashing so forcefully into some nearby garbage that he ends up headfirst in a trashcan. Whatever witty rejoinder he might have theoretically attempted, or provocative dance he might have danced, is forever lost to history, as is Hon-Fu's dignity.
He's going to be even angrier when he gets home and hears that they've lost King of Fighters. Oh, right, and Yamazaki is on the loose again. Good times.
Good times.
And just like that Hon-Fu is finally subdued. The problem is he offered no answers to this whole problem of El Fuerte. Nothing has pushed him further towards to finding out where Iron Chef Karate could be. That only means one things. "Mentlegen!" he calls out as the van pulls up and a few members of the mariachi band hop off. The unconcious Hon-Fu is picked up and thrown into the back of the van as one checks El Fuerte's wounds.
He seems more than fine in waving off the man. He is in too good of a mood to feel the true pain of the bruises and the possible dislocated rib he has at the moment. He has someone he can grill for questions now! He goes to get in the driver's side as things are cleaned up and there is no sign of a struggle left as the van pulls away.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has ended the fight here.
Log created on 16:08:25 03/06/2011 by ElFuerte, and last modified on 22:23:29 03/06/2011.