Description: Despite the wisdom of her producers, Athena insisted on fighting one of the most famous oil wrestlers on his home turf! When a young lady battles a sweaty, oil-soaked Turk in a bathhouse, only fanservice can happen. Nasty, freaky fanservice. (Winner: Athena)
How long has it been since Hakan has been able to relax? A businessman's work is never done, especially when that businessman is also a father of seven. Back in the day, it used to be easy to escape from the day's toils. He'd spend hours upon hours of squeezing olives by hand into svelte little bottles, cutting out bits of cork from a giant, freshly-pressed ball to seal it all up. With the sun beating down on a man's bare back in the heat of a Turkish summer, the bath houses are like steamy little beacons of heaven!
Being such an important place, Istanbul's bath houses are things of luxury. The tiles are adorned with exquisite designs, tiny things all set in magnificent mosaic motifs. The sweating room is a massive thing, full of benches and concave seats. Fresh, hot air is pumped in constantly, raising the temperature to a sweltering ninety-five degres at any time. Towels are set everywhere, normally used for the more prudish of men to cover themselves while sweating out a hard day's toils. Through some of the arches can be seen the actual baths: warm, roiling pits of heated water surrounded by seats and plush mattresses for things like massages by the burly bath attendants.
It's in this first room that Hakan has been waiting! As the only man allowed in the house for this event, he's been taking the opportunity to relive those old, easy days. The red giant is seated on one of the benches, leaning against the wall with his head lifted and a wet towel over his eyes. Thankfully, he has NOT taken the usual dress code for this sort of place; he's got his usual leather pants on. The exposed skin is shining and glistening already, and he hasn't even oiled up yet!
Astoundingly, the place smells mostly of bleach and disinfectants. Making someone like Athena fight in a room full of man-funk would have been just too much.
There's a lot of logistics involved with attending the Saturday Night Fights all around the world. Travel plans, including flights, trips to and from airports, hotel bookings, and, if you're someone with a global image to maintain, there's also the outfit design, pre-fight show prep, trying to wedge availability in-between other, higher grossing venues unrelated to getting punched in the face... Fortunately, Athena doesn't have to deal with any of the hassles. That's what agents and employees are for!
Making herself available for a SNF bout was her decision, feeling that she was slacking on challenging herself against powerful opponents. But when the details of the match came back, her head agent had a fit! No way could the world famous idol singer, Athena Asamiya, participate in a fight with someone who fought the way Hakan does! Imagine the Public Relations disaster something like that could be! Some of her people dismissed the entire premise as clearly some kind of joke of a perverse mind and recommended she cancel her appearance.
But Athena asked to read about her opponent herself, not having encountered the Turkish Champion herself. Whatever it is that she found in Hakan's profile seemed to help her make up her mind and she insisted the match go on over the protests of her people.
Thus it is that she arrives at the bath house, stepping out of a limo parked out front, escorted up to the entrance where she asks her entourage to stay outside before stepping foot into the recently scoured and cleaned establishment. Her outfit is somewhat simple, harkening back to her early fighting days before her more lucrative career got started - a dark red tunic worn over a lighter red, short sleeved shirt and matching red kung-fu styled pants. Her hair is worn loose with only a hairclip to keep most of it out of her face and a lengthy yellow cloth is worn about her waist as a belt.
The interior of the bathhouse is uncomfortably hot but is a bit of a relief from the dry cool air outside. "Hakan," she states, her voice polite, violet eyes focusing on the successful businessman, catching him seemingly enjoying the comforts of the emptied bath house before the match. "It is an honor to face someone who has pursued his art with such dedication." She waits some distance away, not about to rush the man into action.
By the time Athena arrives, Hakan is well into his memories! It's one thing to have one's own expansive abode, complete with large, private baths. It's another thing entirely to take part in simpler pleasures. Was it this very bench that he used to sit on? Was it a different one? His rear is used to expensive cushions, so why is it that this hard plank of ceramic is so comforting? With the towel cutting off his sight, the only things to invade the world of darkness are the heat sinking into his skin and the rosy thoughts of days past.
Oh, and Athena, MAYBE.
It takes a few seconds for the man to realize that he's not alone anymore! There's a twitch in his fingers, one or two of them stretching out and curling with the sound of cracking joints. His feet press down on the tiles and he rises to his full hight, towering nearly a full taller than the visiting idol. "Ah!" When the towel is pulled away and left dangling in the grip of a giant hand, the red-skinned baron looks upon his partner with those weird pale eyes that seem to plague eccentric sorts. "Welcome, little girl!" He steps closer with arms open wide. "It is a pleasure to meet you!" He stops a good five or six feet again, one of his feet raised on a small step that helps lead to a "lounging dais" in the center of the room. He curls his fingers, gesturing to the girl with his index finger. "You know, my wife wanted to dress my daughters up as you for Halloween." And...that's the extent of his knowledge.
He draws in a deep breath, swelling his chest. With his hands on his hips, it only exaggerates his sheer -bulk-. "Oh, but you've heard of me?" His lips spread, a wide smile appearing with gleaming white teeth shining through. "I knew going abroad would catch the younger generation's attention!" He reaches back behind him, pulling out a slender bottle. It bears no label; instead, the product and company info of his product are etched onto the glass in the classiest manner possible. "Would you like a sample?"
When Hakan goes from seated to standing, his opponent's eyes widen a little. She had expected, perhaps, the more speedy, lithe wrestlers that frequent the Lucha Libre circuits that seem all the rage as of late. But the specimen of man that stands before her is nothing of the sort! Glistening muscles reflect many years dedicated to strengthening himself. Blinking, Athena regains her composure quickly, expression becoming a bit warmer now that they are talking. The businessman is quite unlike the brutes often associated with wrestlers she's encountered in the past.
Her hand lifts up to the side of her head to rub at her temple a little. "I'm flattered," she replies with a quiet smile as he mentions his daughters. He moves closer, clearly at home in this place. Is it somewhere familiar to him? His profile mentioned from being from this city. "And, well, ah-" she starts to clarify that she only knows a little about him, that everything she read about him gave her an intuition that he was actually a serious comptetator and that to cancel on him would be disrespectful on his art, but decides that none of that matters now as Hakan offers an expensive looking bottle.
"Oh!" Athena blinks, stepping forward to close the distance between her and Hakan, extending both hands, palms up, to receive it. "Why thank you. Though, I don't quite understand..." she admits, sounding a touch sheepish, glancing around to try and get a read on just how close the mics might be. "...just what is it that you use it for?" she asks, her voice almost hushed as she looks at the bottle of oil curiously. It looks pretty fancy compared to the bottles of cooking oil available on any ol' store shelf!
Oh, she didn't just... Well, that's done it.
The bottle is passed; a gift from one person to the next. It's a courtesy that's not entirely common in a profession that revolves around smashing one's fist into another person's face as hard as you can. Usually, his attempts to pass on a bottle are rebuffed! What's worse, the rejections are usually vehement. Athena's politeness fills the Turk with such joy that he can't even begin to hide it.
"Oh, what CAN'T it do?" He lifts a hand and tries to bring it down on the girl's shoulder in a heavy smack of comradery. The 'gentle' show of endearment would tip over most men. "Of course, everyone knows that you can cook with it! It will turn any dish into a masterpiece, no matter how far gone it is! It can bring a shine to tired old countertops! It can revitalize wooden flooring!" By now, Hakan has turned and walked around the edge of the room a bit, gesturing with wide sweeps of his arms. "It removes those annoying little squeaks you hair when you wiggle your chair just right. It keeps your telephone clean and germ-free! It keeps your skin forever smooth and young!"
He stops right there, on the other side of the hip-height dais. "But most importantly..." Pointing toward her again, he reaches behind him and pulls out another bottle of oil. Just where is he keeping them, anyway?! Pulling it forth, all it takes is a push of a thumb's heel against the cork stopper to make it pop free. The thing launches into the next room, followed by the muffled shattering of a knocked-over vase. Ah, but Hakan doesn't notice it. He's into his speech now. He upends the bottle over his head, letting the viscous fluid pour down around the circular curls in his hair. It runs down his body in rivulets as he shakes the container dry, tossing it behind him once it's drained. The thing clatters and rattles, but it's such thick glass that it doesn't break! But perhaps that's not even important, for the Turk starts rubbing himself down in the hot room, spreading the delightful slick until not a dry bit of skin is left.
"It is the most important tool for the sacred sport of /yagli güres/!" He slaps his chest with both palms, sending little droplets of oil onto the tile floor before him. Both arms then sweep out wide, his red lips still pulled up into a joyous grin. "Come, let me show you!"
COMBATSYS: Hakan has started a fight here.
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Cradling the bottle in her hands, Athena's attention is on Hakan as he begins to expound upon the virtues of the product he has refined to an artform. The clap to her shoulder almost drops her; the girl stumbling and fumbling with the bottle in her hands as to not let it slip out of her grasp while also trying to keep from face planting on the tile either. By the time she has caught her balance, the oil tycoon has already begun pacing around to another part of the large room. He does seem to have a rapt audience in Athena though, as she's taking in his pontification with an almost open-minded naivete. "I must admit, I never really thought about-" she stammers, caught a bit off guard, glancing down at the bottle in her hands. What a marvelously useful substance! "Amazing!"
Her attention is on him as he produces another bottle, glancing away only briefly at the expensive-sound coming from the room the cork flew into. Then he empties the bottle onto himself, much to her surprise... and finally it clicks - what it was her agent was so worked up over! "Oh." So /that's/ what his style means. "Very well." Athena states firmly, becoming more serious, turning to walk over to one of the small side alcoves in the room where she places the gifted bottle in the corner.
That done, she steps into the open, breathing in, closing her eyes, then exhaling slowly as she opens them again. There is a subtle pulse of 'something' - almost more a vibe or sensation than anything, of another energy source being activated, as she readies herself for battle. "I appreciate this opportunity to showcase my Kung Fu as well!" she adds, giving Hakan a wide smile as she lifts her arms and enters a ready stance. She wipes her hand against her hairline, flicking away a bead of pespiration. The heat in this place is not on her side!
COMBATSYS: Athena has joined the fight here.
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Athena 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Hakan
Does she see it now? What will Athena's fans think of seeing their idol squeezed beneath the bulk of an older man, left dripping with fragrant oils? ...Okay, what would the PARENTS of her fans think? Maybe her managers really did know what they were talking about...
But it's too late now! Contracts have been signed, expectations must be met. A lot of people are waiting to see how Athena's skills have waned, if at all. A lot of people are waiting to see a girl take down a guy many times bigger than her. Others still just want to see the oil baron burn, while they watch in their nice leather seats, twirling their curled moustache and--well, that particular rival isn't even here, anyway.
Upon seeing the girl prepare herself, a purse comes to Hakan's lips. "That is a good stance you have! Let us put on a good show for everyone!" His own legs spread a bit, toes spreading on the tile. He hunches down, lowering his center of gravity as one foot pushes back against the wall...and then he's in motion! With but a push and a leap, the large man gains surprising air as he lands on the platform between the two. His feet land flat, squeaking loudly as he slides across the tiles, his right arm lowered as he thrusts his shoulder out to try and bowl poor Athena right over. It's kind of like seeing a big wall of meat closing in! Terrifying!
COMBATSYS: Athena interrupts Hakan Tackle from Hakan with Psi-Throw.
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Athena 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Hakan
Suffice to say, there's many skeptics out there that don't think she can actually fight at all - that any of her actual bouts are merely publicity stunts, staged and scripted to paint her as a multi-talented girl all for the sake of bolstering her fame and pushing more Asamiya-related paraphernalia. It has been quite some time since she's made one of these kinds of appearances and as fans come and go, confidence that she can actually hold her own has diminished some.
Right now, Athena is determined to prove them wrong. She'll show them that she isn't just a dainty flower that knows how to put on a nice stage show and would wilt at the first sight of 'real' danger. She even allows herself a flicker of a grin. This is certainly going to be an unorthodox battle. And maybe her managers were right to encourage her to eschew the entire thing. But as Hakan begins to move, Athena decides on the spot to throw herself into this contest of ability, however questionable it could possibly get.
Bracing her back foot a little, she strengthens her stance, knowing that there is about to be some exchange of force and keen balance will be a deciding factor in its outcome. She briefly members Chin-sensei scolding her for not focusing on her martial arts enough, chosing instead to lean so much on her ability to project a rather formidable amount of Psycho Power...
Many might expect her to bolt from the path of the incoming oil-covered wrestler, but Athena turns her shoulder, as if readying to meet his own with hers, leaning a little... waiting until the final moment of collision! With only an instant does she make her move, forward knee bending as she crouches down, putting her center of gravity far lower than Hakan's. Instead of getting bowled over entirely, the much larger martial artist ends up glancing her shoulder before being forced up and over her upper back, his own momentum potentially flipping him upside down. To help him on his way, Athena finishes her own motion by slamming both palms into Hakan's back, releasing a pulse of energy that assists in launching him even further from her than natural physics would dictate!
In her head, she pictures Chin chiding her for that added psi-energy, pointing out that that isn't pure Kung Fu, but she quickly mutes the nagging old Gentsai to focus more on what is happening here and now. Pulling her hands back, she flicks them at the wrist a little, finding them covered with a portion of the oil coating Hakan's body. Well, it's certainly frictionless! "And you /wrestle/ like this?" she sounds rather confused as she rubs her shoulder. That impact is going to leave a bruise, but at least she stayed on her feet. "How does that work when you're so slippery!"
But you know what? Despite the danger, despite Athena's coming out to pit herself against the eccentric oil wrestler, she's still sure to suffer accusations of thrown fights and wire tricks. After all, could a girl her size ever TRULY beat such a man?
Hakan, however, knows for certain. As he's put all of his momentium into just trying to bowl her over, imagine his surprise when he's just...deflected! People have seen it time and again, how some fighters have the focus to bat away small projectiles, but a whole /man/? It's just incredible! His dull eyes widen as he slips off of the Psycho Soldier's shoulder, and worse, shoved past! Not even he can stop himself in mid-air, so he slams into the wall at full forst. The hanging plants sway with the impact, bits of broken tile clattering down to the ground. A couple of seconds later, Hakan himself follows suit, literally sliding down the wall. Bits of dust pepper his otherwise clear red skin, showing how there's a literal -coating- of that oil so clear that it looks like he's just naturally shiny.
And then, Athena continues to invite horror. Will she ever learn?
"Ah...nnh. That...what was pretty good," he compliments, dragging himself up to his feet. A hand is on his head as he strives to steady his vision, the other upon the dried adhesive left behind by the fallen tiles. "It's, ah." He pauses to draw in a breath, letting it out in a steady sigh. "It's simple!" Now standing upright, he takes his low stance again. His toes are spread, legs wide. The secret is-- "A good grip!" He lunches forth, a hand coming down from on high to try and push Athena over. She'd felt his strength before with a jovial gesture; she would do well to avoid it a second time. "Sometimes, you have to get your hand right in and..."
But will he even get the chance to finish? Censors forbid!
COMBATSYS: Hakan successfully hits Athena with Hakan Throw.
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Athena 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Hakan
But the girl is not fast enough, apparently. Hakan doesn't knock her down with the intent to harm. At least, not in doing only that. Pushed to her knees, bent over, it's like a scene out of some terrible slash fiction. The red giant bends over the downed lady and scoops one arm between her legs from behind, the other down over her shoulder. And then, it's all clear. How DOES one throw when people are slick and oily? Hands would just slide off of skin. In official matches, reaching for another wrestler's 'goods' is commonplace. It may be some small relief that Athena isn't openly manhandled and all hands stay outside of the clothes, but she IS lifted in a most embrassing fashion and tossed up and behind her foe! "...LIKE SO!"
Also, that oil likes to spread, leaving a big, thick line of greasy fabric down the front of her kung-fu suit.
As he gets back up to his feet, Athena brings her hands back up, palms forward, re-adopting her classic ready stance, prepared to ward off whatever strikes might be coming next and counter attacking, just like she's practiced for countless hours before. Using the momentum of a larger opponent against themselves is a fundamental part of Chinese martial arts tradition, and accusations of slacking or not, Athena does have a pretty good grasp on it as she's already demonstrated.
But sometimes someone throws a technique your way that you aren't really prepared for and trying to figure out how to reverse it at the last moment can be rather difficult. Case in point, the rapid approach of Hakan, surprisingly quick for his stature. Athena will lean a little at first, getting ready to weave away or slip to the side when the anticipated strike comes...
But he's doing his damnest to answer her horror-inviting questions and it isn't a strike that comes next but a firm shove! Her stance buckles, the girl dropped to the tiles with a start of surprise. Pushing off with her back foot, she attempts to leap hands first along the ground in order to escape whatever might come next, but Hakan capitalizes on her slipup before she manages. A firm hold is secured. "Uh-" She's hefted easily off the ground, the featherweight not really in a position to do anything about it, then flung summarily over behind him! "Oh!"
Landing with a squeak-like grunt, she takes the fall reasonably well, rolling with the momentum and coming up into a low crouch. Well. That certainly was /instructional/. Standing up straight, she smiles again, though this time it seems just a touch strained, "I think I get it now." Her left hand brushes at her tunic a little, but there's really nothing to be done for the mess being made here. She shakes her head, doing her best not to lose her composure. Her art does require some degree of concentration and she's just learned the unpleasant price of mis-steps... Okay, time to show what she can do!
Eyes glance up, inspecting the clearance the ceiling of the room affords, before she darts forward again. Leaning forward into a steep flip, she has curled herself into a ball, dropping right back down at Hakan with tremendous speed. A pulse of energy has her encased in pink colored Psycho Power to lend more umph to the Athena-ball. If she manages to get in close enough, she'll land with a roll into a hand spring, using the momentum to lunge out feet first with a kick, combining armor, torso, and leg muscle into a single powerful secondary attack!
COMBATSYS: Hakan interrupts Phoenix Arrow from Athena with Oil Slide.
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Athena 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Hakan
Ah, the job of throwing someone! It's not the inappropriate touching, it's not the actual injuries that result...but the effort of lifting another person over one's head and chucking them away is thrilling! Once again, Hakan proves his mastery over physics by launching the idol overhead despite the fact that most people would have a hard time holding a strip of sandpaper when they're as slick as he is. It's just as Athena thought; he truly has worked had on his preferred style, and it shows.
The big man is already in a sort of victory pose once he's let her go, biceps bulging with both arms lifted overhead. "Hah HAH!" His mouth is wide, his visage bright and joyous...but then it falters all of a sudden. His arms lower a little bit as he realizes to ask, "Oh! Are you all right? Did I throw you too hard?" To his credit, he DOES look genuinely worried, but she's quick to collect herself; far quicker than he was. Ah, the energy of youth! "Oh, good!" She's quite-- "What on earth are...oh crap!"
Perhaps he didn't throw her hard ENOUGH, as she's already rolling in at him! Once more, his years of experience prove his worth by way of slinging a leg BACKWARDS. It's not that far until the outer edge of his foot collides with some piece of architecture or another; something that lets him launch forward with more speed than he would if he were to just launch forth! He flies but a foot with his arms forward and legs kicked up behind him, slamming onto the ground in a glorious belly flop. He slides across the ground, leaving behind a slick trail like a slug as he barrels into the rolling idol before she can do too much harm. Like a big red bowling ball picking up a spare, he bounces the poor girl off and away, leaving him free to meet the wall, turn around, and go sliding off to safety! "You are ten years too early to pull one over on me, little one! I have been wrestling my entire life!"
As one of her faster, more aggressive techniques, Athena has honed the Phoenix Arrow into a move that is almost impossible to counter-attack, given its steep angle and knock-away follow up kick. The idea that he would find a window of opportunity to intersect himself into her trajectory with an oil-powered belly flop doesn't seem to have occurred to her in the slightest. Managing to impact her before she got her powerful kick out leaves her only roughly bumping into Hakan but not able to follow through with anything dangerous.
Instead, she is knocked aside, tumbling over the tile and coming to a rest upside down against the wall, eyes blinking as she tries to figure out what just even happened! Slowly she tips over, landing on her knees and pushing back up to her feet, shaking her head to clear her focus. "Don't worry about me!" she insists. A quick inspection finds more of the oil has drenched her uniform, much to her chagrin. She's still smiling, though the tremor in her lip betrays how much effort maintaining it is starting to require. Is some of that oil in her hair?? No... No, don't think about that, think about the fight, she reminds herself! "I can handle it!"
Concentrate on the basics, she reminds herself. Leaning forward, she breaks out into a sprint, charging back for Hakan wherever his sliding journey may take him. That is, until she reaches the final ten feet, at which point she will vanish before his eyes, only to appear at his side, slaming her right hand out, finger knuckles first, as she tries to deliver a direct punch into Hakan's ribs. With his superior reach, it maybe risky getting in that close, but maybe sheer speed will be on her side!
COMBATSYS: Hakan endures Athena's Strong Punch.
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Athena 1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Hakan
Don't worry? Very well! As Hakan slides to a squeaky stop, his arms and legs all spread out until he's doing some sort of strange pushups. His fingers and toes grip the slim grooves between the tiles, latching onto anything they can to bring him to a stop. While he normally doesn't have much trouble keeping his footing, the floor is growing increasingly slick! Even he has to scramble a little to get on his feet. There's scarcely enough time for him to pull up a proper defense, let alone get out of the way, for the idol is out for vengeance!
"Come oOOF!" He'd listed his arms up, fists clenched as he tries to steel his stomach as hard as he can. If he can't avoid it, he'll take it! It's a decision that punishes him far moer than he'd expected, with Big Red doubling over once the wind is knocked out of him. The impact sends him sliding back and bumping into a wall, but like a bumble, he bounces back! As he's still all hunched over, the 'attack' should look very familiar: once more, the baron is on a steady course to smashing into--and through--the surprisingly strong starlet.
So, what was that about concentration and dealing with the basics? You can just throw them right out the window with this guy.
COMBATSYS: Athena blocks Hakan's Hakan Tackle.
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Athena 1/------=/=======|=======\====---\1 Hakan
Pulling her arm back from her surprisingly hard hitting strike, Athena's smile has faded, replaced by an expression of utmost concentration. Just getting in that close to deliver the hard hit was a risky thing given how canny the Turkish wrestler has proven to be. And it took a 'sharp' attack with her knuckles to even stick hard enough to be felt, as any ordinary punch may very well have slipped to either side, delivering little to know force whatsoever. While she isn't about to sign up for classes any time soon, she can certainly see the combat utility of Hakan's chosen style.
She's ready this time, too, as he bounces right back at her with remarkable force. The technique is similiar to what she contend with early. She gets ready to deal with him similarly as well, intending to flip him over her back a second time. But as she gets into position to do so, she quickly realizes that the traction on the floor isn't what it used to be now that Hakan has, well, Hakan'd all over it. "Wha-"
Deciding instead to just try and survive the attack, she brings her arms up, bracing right arm with her left, shoulder into his attack, and adopts a solid blocking stance, closing her eyes as she prepares for the pending bone rattling impact! Or, that's the idea anyway. She opens her eyes after a solid second and a half, realizing that she hasn't really, ah, stopped his attack in spite the thrumming pain in her shoulder, but rather is being pushed along the floor by Hakan's mighty shoulder as they continue to barrel across the bath house room toward the opposite wall.
Slipping over the oil while standing upright, it's anything she can do to keep her balance. But that isn't going to be enough to save her from getting sandwiched between oily man and wall in a most unpleasant way. A significantly large ball of Psycho Power on the other hand just might. "Okay, here goes!!" Pulling her hands up over her head, she charges a small sphere of that same pink energy she has exhibited before before swinging her hands down toward Hakan who is directly in front of her. "HAAA!" The small sphere explodes out into a much larger one, promising a crushing level of force should he not manage to correct his own trajectory in time to avoid slamming right into it!
COMBATSYS: Athena successfully hits Hakan with Round Psycho Reflector.
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Athena 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hakan
SHE is surprised? At nearly the same instant that Athena realizes something is amiss, so too does Hakan open his eyes. Oh, he knows he's still moving; he can feel the floor moving under his bare feet! What's amazing is the fact that he hadn't bowled the girl over. "Your sense of balance is--koff--impressive!" His ribs still hurt from the earlier strike; the first time he's actually had someone land a REAL punch that wasn't simply blowing through him with sheer power. It'll linger for a bit, but already, the overheated room is forcing things to relax and its pain to fade away. "You might make a fine wrestler some day!" And isn't that JUST what her image needs?
Ah, but here she shows a bit of her actual might. It's not in kung fu that her strength lies hidden; it's in the brilliant display of energy that hits him as hard--no, harder than any fist! He can only get "What are you-" out before his momentum is violently reversed. He flies back, smacking face-up onto the ground, spinning with limbs all akimbo. He bumps against seats and pillars, knocking around like a meaty pinball before he finally comes to a stop only a few feet away from where he started. Bits of busted tile lie in his wake, those lovely mosaic designs ruined by his bouncing about. It's really a travesty, as some of those things look to be decades old!
With no small amount of groaning, Hakan once again pulls himself up. This time, he stays crouched down not unlike a likebacker, breathing in the soothing air in heavy pants. One foot is, again, pressed right up against the nearest step, though the bulk of his body tries to hide it. "That was...that was quite a trick!" he exclaims, but the strength in his voice isn't nearly what it was before.
COMBATSYS: Hakan focuses on his next action.
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Athena 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hakan
The force that knocks Hakan away always sends Athena sliding the rest of the way into the wall where she comes to an abrupt, albeit msotly painfree stop. Exhaling with a touch of relief that she managed to buy herself space to work with, she The energy that powered the powerful technique has already dissipated. Anyone who thinks the light that accompanies her techniques is applied in the post-recording edit pass hasn't been hit by one yet!
Forcing Hakan to back off briefly gives her a moment of breathing room to collect her wits and analyze the situation. He's durable, having weathered more of her techniques in succession than many have been able to. Only the legendary Ken Masters has rivaled his ability to endure her attacks more. The same unrelenting heat that invigorates him is doing nothing for her and the constant exhertion is starting to take its toll. Still, while perhaps a bit out of practice, she's always managed to keep fighting at a consistent, aggressive pace without exhausting herself. "Ah, thank you. I'm not sure that is in my future, but I appreciate the sentiment," she manages to stay, smile returning.
Taking hold of one end of her yellow cloth belt, she twists it, squeezing droplets of oil out. A hand flicks at her hair, finding that while traces of that refined commodity have dampened it, it isn't really too bad yet. She might be able to come out of this without losing too much face at all! Bracing herself, she notices him preparing for something, but from this distance, it isn't clear what. Maybe she should attack him aggressively once more... slipping in that punch seemed to work pretty well after all. "You've exhibited some interesting techniques of your own," she replies to his remark about her 'trick', taking the words as a compliment rather than finding them dismissive of her ability.
"But I'm not sure if you can keep up with me!" she exclaims, testing her footing and finding just enough traction to let her start moving forward again with a helpful kick off the wall behind her. She's on the move again, wary of what he might be intending to do, but not timid in the slightest. From a little ways out, she jumps into the air again, seeming as if she's going to attack him with another diving attack like before. Only this time, she vanishes, disappearing in a swirl of pink motes, appearing adjacent to Hakan. Even as she appears, she's spinning into a powerful kick with her right leg, her left foot off the ground. If she's predicted his attack correctly, he won't be able to use the leverage of his rear foot to counter attack. If she hasn't? Well, this could get messy.
COMBATSYS: Hakan interrupts Heavy Kick from Athena with Oil Combination Hold.
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Athena 1/=======/=======|===----\-------\0 Hakan
Now WHAT was that about saving face? It's a wonder that nobody's come bursting in to stop the fight, that angry managers and publicity folks haven't taken the place down just to save their darling idol!
They'll regret not having done so.
"We shall see about -that-!" Hakan speaks with such confidence that it may make one wonder what other tricks he has up his sleeve. Er, his pants. His bottle? Whatever! His whole body tenses up, muscles bunching as he gets ready to launch himself...
And then she's gone?!
He'd never seen anything like that before. But the Turk, he's a careful one. Having lost sight of the girl, he drops to his stomach and covers the back of his head with his hands. And just in time, too! The girl comes in from that other angle and her foot glances off of his bulky shoulder. /Target acquired./ Now that he knows where she is, he flips over onto his back, sweeping one strong arm out to trip her up. But a second later, he pulls his prey into a monstrous embrace! Any attempt to clear excess oil out of her outfit is rendered moot as the girl is just SURROUNDED by Turk. As if coating her whole backside isn't enough, he flips over again, crushing her against the oily floor beneath his bulk. It's embarassing, it's mortifying...and it's not even the worst of it.
"Here we go!"
It's the most unusual experience, having a giant man just starting to -spin- on one's rear. Like a breakdancer out of control, like a helicopter's propeller, the slick oil lets him turn about, arms extended and then closing in on Athena like one of those crappy metal tines in a claw game. So, too, is she forced to spin, ground against the tile floor until both come to a stop. She's still held tightly, and struggle as she might, she'll find no way out despite all the oil! With her head sticking out between his legs, the man draws in a deep breath. His cheeks puff as it's held, and then every muscle in his body tenses at once! The slim space she'd /had/ disappears as she's compressed by greasy mass, his grip holding, holding, holding...until, with a weird wet popping noise, she's launched as if from a cannon, out into the cooler relief of the next room! If she's lucky, she'll land in the big bath of cold water. If she's not, well...there are many, many more vases to break if she flies through them!
A few seconds later, Hakan himself puffs and pants his way into the room, a hand on the doorway to help support him. "Hello! Are you all right??"
Hakan's method of defending himself from her solid kick is, well, unorthodox to say the least. Lying on the ground and covering his head almost seems like the position of one who's thrown in the towel, which certainly strikes her as odd. "Huh-?" He wearing out but by her estimates, he still had some fight left in him. When he rolls over in a flash to attack back without even bothering to get up, she finds herself in for a lesson in a side of Turkish Oil Wrestling she certainly could have lived contentedly without. "Gah!" she exclaims as her feet are pulled out from under her. She doesn't even get to fall, expertly pulled right out of the air.
Somewhere, watching remotely, her mortified manager faints. Hakan rolls Athena beneath him and, with a technique that defies all comprehension, completely saturates her in the abundant oil coating both her opponent and the floor. So wide-eyed startled, she doesn't even really know how to respond. And by the time she gains the wherewithall that she should extract herself from this unseemly predictament, Hakan has already latched hold of her, keeping her from budging by virtue of pressure in spite the slick surfaces at play. A young SNF official nosebleeds a little. Cheeks pink, Athena grits her teeth, giving up on trying to extricate herself by sheer force. "RGh."
Even as Hakan begins to compress her, she's beginning to tap into a well of phenominal psychic force. In fact, if he had held onto her much longer, he would have been at ground zero of her upcoming attack. Instead, she's sent hurtling over the floor, slick as can be, with effectively no means of stopping her trajectory! She vanishes into the other room where a cacophony of breaking ceramics and a subsequent loud splash are heard. "Okay, that's it!!" comes the exclaimation from the other room as Hakan strides over to check on the condition of his opponent. It's almost unfair, really, that he might not sense the tsunami of Psycho Power the girl has unleashed in a minor fit. "AAAAH!" Dripping in oil from head to toe, she's done with the basics, she's out of patience!
Just as Hakan crests the threshold of the room, there is a sudden calm, a quiet as if all that energy has been restrained and subdued. But it only lasts a second, as a cruise missile of Psycho Power the size of the entry comes flying right for the oil tycoon!
COMBATSYS: Athena successfully hits Hakan with Shining Crystal Bit+.
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Athena 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Hakan
Upon seeing Athena up and about again, the only thing that floors Hakan's mind is relief. As far as the whole world of commanded energies go, he's less a novice than he is purely ignorant. You don't need fancy, flashy sparks of light in oil wrestling! You need big muscles, a strong grip, fierce goes, and a willingness to get a little more touchy-feeling than is normally necessary. There is no sense of danger; in fact, he seems happy, coming in with his great big smile despite having run the pristine idol through worse deeds than most 4channers think up!
"You flew so far, I was afraid you might have gotten hurt!" As he steps into the room, his feet hit the wet tile with plip plap plop sounds. Most of the sheen is gone from his skin, the oil and sweat having been wiped away in the ruckus. In fact, he looks cleaner than he did at the start! A hand extends forward as he asks, "Are you all right to...ah?" Oh. Oh, she looks angry. Despite her small stature, the married man knows that look and he's been with his wife long enough to know he should at LEAST cringe. "What are you so mad about?"
Ah, but it's too late for words. The little girl packs a hell of a punch, he'd felt it before. But now? Now, he's staring down a veritable wall of that same strange energy that injured him so last time. Maybe it's because he feels a little bad, maybe it's because he has little recourse, but the Turk stands up tall and straight, preparing for the inevitable. How bad can it be?
Well, outside of the bathhouse, there's a horrible clamor. Stone pillars break, tiles go flying, hundreds of years of construction and tradition come hurtling in on itself. Hakan is launched through the sweating room and out the front wall, smashing through rock and sent tumbling dozens of yards out! Bystanders look on, horrified, as the meatball rumbles end over end until he stalls in a crumpled heap in the road. Behind him, the bath house leaks steam and spouts of water. This place won't be cleaning anyone for weeks at the very least!
COMBATSYS: Hakan takes no action.
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Athena 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Hakan can no longer fight.
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For a while it seems like Hakan's young opponent isn't coming out after him as the plume of dust billows up over the damaged bath house. But she does finally appear at the freslhy made 'exit', nervously peeking around the broken wall to see what's going outside. "A-ah, sorry about this!" she exclaims to the production staff, not really having meant to damage the establishment that was gracious enough to host the event.
She lingers there, oil-dampened hair clinging to the sides of her face, not really wanting to step out into the open looking like such a mess. Assistants rush forward from her 'corner' of the production to drape a towl over the girl and begin escorting her toward the parked limo, eager to keep her from pausing for any length of time. The less footage of their oil-drenched moneymaker the better.
She does pause before getting to the expensive car, however, while one assistant tries desperately to mop oil out of her dark violet hair. Holding up the glass bottle Hakan offered when they first met, she calls over to the Turkish wrestler, conscious or not, "Thank you for the gracious gift and for the match! Maybe we'll do this again some-" She's squelched as she's shoved into the car before anything more incriminating can be uttered.
COMBATSYS: Athena has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:04:00 12/10/2011 by Hakan, and last modified on 01:09:03 12/11/2011.