Description: Hakan is here to put the boots to Ken, to win what he thinks is a prime advertising spot for his oil. Ken is here to...beat someone up? Who IS the weird guy that's come calling for him? And whose side is Faolan REALLY on? These carpets are going to need to be replaced. (Winner: Ken)
What a strange situation Faolan gets put in sometimes. He found himself in a match involving a rather big name in the fighting world against a.....well Hakan. That is probably the nicest way of putting things when talking about the Turkish tycoon. It isn't so much the fact the fight, but some of the circumstances that have come up through it. More the fact he was offered a rather nice sum of money to actually be hired help for Hakan against Ken. The guy boasts being a great fighter so the fact he is trying to buy off the chaos agent is a bit mind boggling.
Well Faolan is a mercenary, but this isn't usually the sort of contract he expects to get offered. It is harmless in the long run, but at the same time he almost feels it is a bit unfair in this case too. It is one of those things that has been irking the mercenary and has left him staring at the money offered to him for hours on end. He only stops looking more for the fact he is told it is itme for the match and he has to get his Irish ass out there to do some Chaosing.
He seems a bit more serious than normal due to having alot on his mind. Right now he steps outwards and kinda keeps out of the way. For now he wants to just take a moment to still decide what he should do and evalute the situation fully once both other fighters are around.
It's true that Hakan is a diamond among men. He is large, he is strong, he is incredible. HOWEVER! He is no fool. Even someone as eccentric as the oil baron knows that there are limits, and Ken Masters is one of them. No matter how great his perfect sport of oil wrestling may be, there are just people that go outside of the box and transcend the limits of mere wrestling.
And that's just cheating.
Frankly, when the Turk got a response from the Saturday Night Fight committee, he was amazed. He didn't think they'd actually go for his idea! And yet, here he is, all dressed up in an incredible black suit with starched white shirt underneath, a relatively tiny briefcase in one hand. His fresh leather shoes must have sacrificed half of a dozen baby cows for the leather to cover his giant feet, whose new shoes press silently into carpet. The impact is far less than he would have liked, having taken his first step into his "enemy's" territory.
"Masters!" The shout is loud and reverberates clearly through the hallways, with its rich, deep tone. Hakan's free hand adjusts the necktie he's wearing, tugging it up tighter against his neck. "We have business to discuss!"
Out of the corner of his eye, however, he spots Faolan! The Ikari is given a sly smile and the Turk's shoulders pull back, straining the buttons on his shirt and jacket. Indeed, such a job is rare, but Hakan has offered a /lot/ of money for this farce of a challenge. How does that saying go? There's no such thing as bad press?
There are times when Ken's mouth truly gets him into trouble. When he was approached for this Saturday Night Fight and informed that his opponent would be Hakan, the only words that he really can say in regards to it are as follows: "Wait, who?"
It's only after thinking about it for a few moments does he realize the folly of those words, as the intercompany communcations have been truly lampooning Ken over the words, as this is the guy who knows almost everyone. Of course, it doesn't matter if its someone who has been alive and fighting for a thousand years, or someone who was just stepped onto the hallowed floors for the first time. A fight is a fight.
Stepping into the lobby from the elevator that leads up to the offices of Masters Arena, Ken glances at the staff members who have been trying to ensure the safety of everyone involved, only to grumble slightly as they start snickering over his words only a few days prior. "Okay okay, I know who he is, and no I'm not getting old!"
Keep kidding yourself Ken, you're not getting old at all.
Of course, the giant turkish oil baron is now calling him out, right as the cameras start rolling. A slight exhasperated sigh escapes Ken's mouth, especially as he notices Hakan straightening up. "Business? Sheesh.. How many people are going to come after me saying that?!"
A brow goes up when Faolan sees Hakan enter wearing a suit. Isn't the guy ready for a fight? He has a brief look of confusion when Hakan looks his way and the Ikari just nods his head back. Thankfully he isn't left to be standing near the oil baron too long. Ken enters and offers a good distraction so Faolan can sort of blend back into the scenery for now. Things are starting to fall into place where the fight will soon begin. Looks like the mercenary will soon have to make a decision.
"All right, fellahs. We about ready to start this fight?" he asks while trying to clear his head of thoughts on the money and instead concentrate on the more important thing. Hitting people in the face. Maybe once he gets into fighting mode the decision will just be made for him and he can worry about his actions once he wakes up from the inevitable beating he will take when dealing with powerful men in the fighting world like this two. Or at least he supposes Hakan can be considered up there. In all honesty the Ikari still doesn't know too much about him other than he is willing to put down ALOT of money for the mercenary's help.
What an unusual question. Hakan's brow furrows as Ken questions his vocabulary. "Is...is that not what it's called anymore? The free hand comes to his chin, letting one thick finger stroke across the edge of his chin. He might be looking upward in thought, but who can tell with eyes like him? "Surely you don't want to "do lunch", that is old even in my land." He sets his briefcase down, now freeing both hands, each of which turn their palms upward. "In any case, forgive my ignorance, friend! We shall go over the legals however you prefer!"
It's like he's expecting ACTUAL business to take place, but for what? What was IN that request that Ken agreed to? Surely he wouldn't have missed something about free advertising for the man's oil line if he won! Ah, but Faolan, bless his whiskied heart, is here to push things along. "Ah! Right!" The red man slaps both hands together, intertwines his fingers, and cracks their knuckles with an outward stretch. The suit he's got on strains with each motion, but for the time being, is holding fast. A tug on his tie loosens it before he starts unbuttoning his jacket and shirt, tugging them off with...immaculate care, actually. He even takes the time to fold them up neatly before unlocking his briefcase and setting them carefully upon the many, many bottles pressed against paperwork within. As he's hunched over and working on getting himself all dolled up, he must look like quite the sight, so unprepared for a beating as he rummages through everything.
Stall tactics seemingly are being employeed here, and Ken mere grins slightly at this. "Well, its not like there's much going on today besides some conference with the Kanzuki Zaibatsu about some oilfields they have. I think thats what they want. Then again, it could just Karin trying to challange me again." A slight wink is given to Faolan, knowing full well that its obvious he can expect some true shenanigans from that man through this fight.
Reaching into his gi and scratching at his chest, the crimson clad Ansatsuken master yawns slightly. "Well, shall we get this going, or are you going to rummage through your briefcase all day? I'm pretty sure that the legal department would be a better matchup for you if thats the case.."
Ken slowly starts to slide into his familar stance, eyes focusing soley upon on Hakan, only for his right hand to rise upwards, beckoning the turkish man forward. "Come on."
COMBATSYS: Ken has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Faolan has joined the fight here on the top side.
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"Aaaah." Hakan turns his head and gives Ken a mischeivous grin, still hunched over his briefcase. "Believe me, the fruit will be much sweeter after the bitterness of patience." It's a moot issue, anyway! There's a sudden snap as the case is closed and the Turk stands to his full height. Pushing the case back toward the wall with a kick of his now-bared foot. The thing slides disturbingly easily across the carpet, tapping against the wall for a sudden spot. In one of the man's hands, he holds the distinct glass bottle that contains his wears, its stopper removed at some point during the wait. With a couple of shakes, he pours a small pool of olive oil into a cupped hand, a viscous treasure that's immediately slapped against one of his bare, broad pecs. With slow, intentional care, he stands his ground, oiling himself up from head to toe, slacks and all! In fact, all he has on are his slacks and the black leather belt by now. The fabric takes on a very dark, dull appearance; a stark contrast to the bright, shining skin past its hems!
COMBATSYS: Hakan has joined the fight here.
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Ken 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Hakan
COMBATSYS: Hakan gathers his will.
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Faolan 0|-------|-------
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Ken 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Hakan
The wink just makes Faolan shakes his head. On top of it all he is pretty sure Ken knew about Hakan's antics the entire time anyways. The guy pretty much runs the organization afterall. That made it even more of a weird situation. He wishes the officials would have just pitted him and Hakan together officially so there wasn't any of this nonsense of bribes and such. "Hnnnng." he grunts to himself and shakes his head. He just wants to fight and get this over with. At least in a few moments the battle will begin and he can start enjoying himself.
He takes a deep breath and he grips his bata with both hands as he takes up his usual fighting stance. He is going to let the two start things off for now. He is more intent in biding his time. In the end he can see if Hakan even needs his help. Instead he remains silent and eyes glance between the other fighters as little black lines of energy start to snake around the fighting stick.
COMBATSYS: Faolan gathers his will.
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Ken 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Hakan
A slight shiver comes from Ken as he watches Hakan oil himself up (which is truly disturbing). There have been some truly disturbing things that the crimson clad man has witnessed in a fight, and somehow this seems to take the cake.
Ken quickly shakes his head, trying to force himself back into the momentum of the match. "I think that'd even make Ryu weirded out..." The words are spoken in a slight whisper, only for the Ansatsuken expert to quickly rush forward. There has been enough time wasted in this fight so far, which means that the viewers at home are starting to get bored. This cannot happen.
Closing in on Hakan, Ken's right fist suddenly strikes forward, aimed towards the Turkish Wrestler's chest in a rapid jabbing motion.
COMBATSYS: Hakan endures Ken's Jab Punch.
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Ken 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Hakan
A final slap against his chest sends bits of oil smattering about, and it's over his head that the hand remains! "What? I will never understand what people think is wrong with this. It is completely normal in my country!" But it's true, enough time has been wasted! Thankfully, Hakan doesn't need to move an inch to begin. Ken, as impatient as the crashing waves, comes bearing down on his shoreline with his foam-crusted battery. The knuckles smack against his tensed chest, oil sticking to his skin and more droplets flying off as some sort of reward for the assault. It's not...it doesn't feel sticky, but if he tries to wipe it off, all it will do is spread. IT IS UNSTOPPABLE.
And yet, the Turk is still standing straight, his mouth a wide, pearly-toothed smile! "And you are a fool to come to me, Masters!" Both of his arms are already outstretched by the time Ken's started to test his defenses. Those giant, crushing limbs, Hakan brings them in to try and embrace his fellow businessman. If he can manage to lock one hand around his other wrist and catch the crimson-clothed dynamo, it's going to be a very, very intimate greeting indeed, or at least until Hakan squeezes hard enough to eject the poor man!
Faolan doesn't honestly look as disturbed by it like Ken is, but when Hakan is oiling himself up he is fine with keeping away so he doesn't get any on him. At the same time given the situation it will eventually happen. Is just glad it isn't happening just yet. "All right. Now we are talking." Looks like Ken is ready to get the throw down started and he makes the first move. It looks at least for now the oil baron looks like he can back up his boast of being a tough guy. He handles the punch aimed at him rather well. It is still too early to decide if he shall fully help out or actually play the role of a proper chaos agent.
He does decide it is time to introduce said chaos at least. he keeps his ground, but the energy being siphoned into the bata is starting to gather at one end when he releases it. It is forming into a small blackish orb that crackles and sparks. he then makes a thrusting motion with the bata as if it was a rapier or something and that little ball of energy sails off and away. With Ken distracted by Hakan he might not notice the thing slowly coming his way. If it impacts the feeling is much like an electrical shock.
COMBATSYS: Hakan successfully hits Ken with Oil Rocket.
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Ken 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Hakan
COMBATSYS: Ken blocks Faolan's Bata Blast.
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Ken 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Hakan
As those oiled up arms wrap around his body, Ken realizes that this is not a good thing at all. Especially since that oil is rubbing off on his gi. Unfortunately, this is the least of the man's worries as he's launched up into the air like a bar of soap slipping out of someones hand. There is a slight thud as he slams back onto the ground, wincing slightly.
The blast from Faolan however is noticed, which gives Ken barely enough time to properly raise his arms as he gets back to his feet, allowing the black ball of energy to slam into them, really making it feel as if he had just gotten joybuzzered a few hundred times. Of course, Faolan is the least of his worries right now. Greased up Turkish Guy is the number one target, and a slight grin appears on Ken's face as the familiar blue-white orb of energy starts to gather within his hands, only to be quickly thrust forward.
"HADOUKEN!"
COMBATSYS: Ken successfully hits Hakan with Hadouken.
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Ken 0/-------/----===|=======\===----\1 Hakan
Oh, it is indeed bad for Ken once Hakan gets a hold of him. The oil, the bulging muscles, the grunts of strain, and worst of all, having to stare at Hakan's red mug as the blood rushes to it! Little veins creep up on his forehead as he tries to launch the smaller man through sheer pressure, and when he does, there's this weird, slick noise that accompanies it that one usually only hears in cartoons. The damage is done, though, and all the world has had to see Masters suffer the indignity of being hugged by the big, oily Turk. The knowledge causes Hakan to stand up tall and proud, his chest puffed out as though he's already sure of his victory.
And then he has to go and get up.
"It was a good attempt, but there is no better wrestler than I! Now if you'll just give up and--" And...oh. He's seen that pose before, hasn't he? It seems familiar. When the whorl of blue light gathers and finds itself launched toward him, the challenger raises both hands. "Wait, wait! That is not wrooOOOGH!" Slipping between his arms, the ball flies true, smashing into his belly. The big man is send sliding back along the ground, but he doesn't topple; he just shifts as though friction is a mere suggestion. He smashes back-first into one the walls, cracking one of the nice, expensive LCD displays set around the hallway that have a tendancy to show Ken's grinning mug just a little too often. Only then does he double over, coughing out a fit as he tries to recover lost breath. Ah! Agh, that's TERRIBLE. There are a couple of attempts to say something, but they're interrupted by his hacking. Screw it! When words won't suffice, actions will have to do! Hakan will teach this boy how truly superior his trade is! Hunching down a little, the man puts a foot up against the edge of the wall...and leaps! This time, the hug is coming to you, Masters!
COMBATSYS: Hakan successfully hits Ken with Flying Oil Spin.
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Ken 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Hakan
...And there is no escaping it! Like a looming mountain, Hakan bears down on the champion, his shadow swelling like an inescapable maw beneath him. When the Turk lands, it's using the other man to cushion the fall. Once more, those massive arms lock around him like a safety belt strapping him in for the ride...which actually is pretty much literally what happens! The momentum of the leap, combined with the slick oil, carries the pair toward another wall. What's worse is that a sudden lurch causes Ken and Hakan both to spin lengthwise as they slide across the ground. The first obstructions brings the blonde's head smashing into the wall, but instead of stopping, the two bounce off and go spinning toward the next one...and again, and again! Criss-crossing down the hall in a jagged line of battered brains, it takes a few hits for the baron's momentum to finally recede. One last smash is all it takes to dislodge the two men, sending each spinning across the floor in opposite directions.
It is interesting to see Ken in action from close up like this. Much like fighting Terry a few weeks back it is always fun seeing some of the best fighters doing their thing. It is also a sobering thought that despite all the training and the craziness of being an Ikari Faolan still has quite a ways to go before he can say he is even close to being on the same level. Of course he isn't going to let himself be in shock and awe about it all. He is more than ready to just do some damage and make sure some of these said big names at least remember him.
He is glad he stayed where he was at least. Being on the recieving end of something like a hadouken is not where he would want to be and it doesn't seem like it is a place Hakan wants to be as well. He tchs lightly and then shakes his head. "Never good...." he murmurs then he starts to move forward only to kinda stare at what unfolds. Hakan really wanted his help? He looks to be handling Ken decently on his own. Maybe that is why he actually has a bit of sympathy for Ken when the oil baron manhandles him and at least for now the Ikari plays by the rules. It is all about if Hakan is expecting Faolan to attack him. The Irishman really just steps forward and aims to bring his bata down on the top of Hakan's head. *WHUD*
One word comes to mind as Ken is spun around and slammed about. "EW!"
This isn't the first time he's been pitted against someone that sets off the inner socialite, making him revulsed to even think about the stuff thats being picked up off the ground by Hakan's oiled up body as he slides around. Just the thought is enough to make someone develop a germ phobia.
The Ansatsuken Expert grins slightly as the 'Chaos Agent' truly starts to dish out the chaos, aiming a blow to the back of Hakan's head, which means that should give Ken enough of a reprieve to give himself a bit of a breather.
A deep exhale escapes Ken's lungs as he closes his eyes for a moment, only to allow himself to clear his head, allowing the ebb and flow of the fight to come naturally, not consciously.
COMBATSYS: Ken enters a meditative state.
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Ken 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Hakan
COMBATSYS: Hakan blocks Faolan's Medium Strike.
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Ken 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Hakan
Oh, the betrayal! The back-stabbery! The misplaced trust! Just as Hakan is getting back up off of the ground and picking little bits of litter from his oil-sheened stomach, he spies treachery in the glass before him! Faolan, that scum, that terrible, terrible man, has plans to double-cross the Turk. But no! It will not stand. As the bata comes down, the baron's head pulls to the side, letting the weapon smash relatively harmlessly against his meaty shoulder. A hand comes up to try and grip the thing as he spins around, a very ANGRY look upon his puss; one that's rarely seem. It's actually pretty ugly, with red skin wrinkling and his tourquoise 'stache bent at odd angles.
"What are you doing?!" he hisses, but not quietly enough for Ken not to hear, especially if he's going all zen on the fight. Even Hakan must realize that the alliance might be discovered, because he suddenly looks even more reproachful. "So, you wish to interfere with a man to man fight, ah?" He outright yells his question in a glorious fit of overacting.
And then he just picks the mercenary up and launches him at Masters.
Betrayal or not. It isn't exactly a fight if one guy is easily mauling the other, so far at least, so Faolan had to do something to even it up. Things might have gone a different way if it looked like Hakan was having trouble. "I am doing my job." he comments back to the Turk when he asks what the hell the Irishman is doing. He is about to say more, but intead it is more of a 'HEY!' shouted out as he gets picked up and tossed right towards Ken.
It looks like his course of action this time around would be to just go with things. As he sails through the air towards Ken he at least tries to shift his weight to where he has more control of his path. He comes right towards Ken with bata extended and aimed to slam the blond right in the chest. The tip of said bata has more of the black energy gathered there, ready to give another nice shock if he manages to slam it right into Ken.
COMBATSYS: Ken dodges Hakan's Huge Thrown Object.
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Ken 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Hakan
COMBATSYS: Ken dodges Faolan's Saying Hello.
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Ken 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Hakan
If this weren't a fight, Ken would be laughing hysterically at the fact that Hakan just launched his 'hired' help like a rocket towards the crimson clad man. Sadly, this is a fight, and all Ken can do is nimbly sidestep the 'projectile', only to let Faolan sail on by hoping that the poor Ikari Warrior doesn't slam into a wall. That wouldn't be cool.
Once more Ken rushes forward towards Hakan, fully realizing that getting close is a dangerous gambit. However, Ken isn't a ranged fighter. He's an up close and personal weapon of destruction, and he's about start unleashing the destruction.
Using the momentum of his speed (and the fact that the floors are getting an unexpected waxing), Ken allows himself to spin on the ball of his left foot, aiming his right leg towards Hakan's head in a vicious roundhouse kick.
COMBATSYS: Ken successfully hits Hakan with Inazuma Kakato Wari.
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Ken 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Hakan
It's actually really impressive how deftly Ken slips around the big mercenary! He thought for sure that, with Faolan's mass, he'd at least clip him or something. When he doesn't, Hakan snaps his fingers; a true feat considering that he shouldn't have the friction to do it. "CURSES!" But perhaps he shouldn't be speaking when he's fighting! The slip wasn't just for avoidance; he comes in close and is already counterattacking! Though he tries to lift an arm to block the assault, his slick sheath betrays him (that's twice! TWICE he's been betrayed!) by facilitating the man's leg as it glides up over his shoulder, setting it on a perfect collision course with his noggin! It's there that the oil's effect is weakest it seems, as the strike lands true.
With his vision swirling and his ears ringing, Hakan staggers! He teeters, almost looking like the hit is enough to finally send him toppling. Ah, but the man's toes are magical things. They spread out and curl, and just like that, his balance is restored. The Turk sheds his look of befuddlement, exchanging it for ire as he comes lurching forth. Both of his arms lash out: one to grip his neck, the other to grasp his...uh. His belt. Yes, if he can get a hold of these two things, the red giant will launch his fellow businessman skyward once more. He feels safer when he's not up in his face!
With Ken getting out of the way Faolan is more or less still sailing forward, but at least by this time he has gotten more control of himself and he is able to keep himself from splatting against the wall or the like. He lands and staggers a bit to regain his balance combined with the floor starting to get a bit slippery from all the oil and such. Even so he manages to keep on his feet and not look like a jackass and go flopping about the floor while trying to get up.
"Eesh, this stuff is crazy." he mumbles to himself and he tries to keep his footing as he turns to watch Hakan once again start to try and get ahold of Ken to manhandle him. The mercenary shakes his head a bit and he tries to just let himself slide closer without staggering and falling. Much better than trying to run and hit an oil patch. He comes forward and while Ken is distracted with the large Turk he tries to get in a nice strike. It is hard to tell if he perhaps is trying to get back into the good graces of Hakan or he just thinks the guy just needs more help than Ken at the moment.
COMBATSYS: Ken blocks Faolan's Power Strike.
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Ken 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Hakan
COMBATSYS: Ken interrupts Hakan Throw from Hakan with Shoryuken.
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Ken 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Hakan
Enemies in front of him and behind, yet, somehow Ken feels like this is something he's done before. His mind floods with images of past battles alongside Ryu, as opponents all come out of the woodwork only for the two Ansatsuken practitioners to maintain their ground and leave piles of unconcious victims all around.
"...Shit." Congratulations Ken Masters, you just had your first Oyaji moment.
The sheer realization of this is enough to snap Ken back to reality, tensing his muscles as Faolan returns to his 'duty' of assisting Hakan win this fight, trying to minimize the damage that comes from the warriors blow.
Hakan however, isn't going to get off so easy as the wrestler's arms seek to grab ahold of him yet again, only to duck down low as crimson chi explodes onto his right fist as he rockets upwards, slamming the fist into the greased up jaw of Hakan, allowing the chi to errupt violently.
"SHORYUKEN!"
Easy? Oh, certainly not. At least, not in full. His hands might clench with naught but air, but he tried! Oh, how he tried. Surely, the oil that's wiped off of Hakan's body and onto Ken's is divesting his MIGHTY POWER and given it to him! The man's brow furrows as he misses his mark, and already his teeth are clenching for the inevitable retaliation.
You see, Ken may not have remembered who Hakan is in his old age, but the inverse is most certainly not true. Hakan has seen Ken fight many people, a great number of which are far stronger than the baron could ever hope to be. But again, this is outside of the limits of wrestling. So long as he's able to keep Masters from getting into his groove, he should be good. Right? But now, Ken's ducking. He's winding that spring. It's a move that airs more frequently than Medicaid commercials, so common that most toys of the blonde fighter have him in some sort of uppercut pose. Historians will one day look back upon modern culture and postulate that man travelled solely via sky-punching.
That doesn't make it any easier to deal with.
Once more, his vision is blurred, this time blanked to white as Ken's fist rattles his brain. It's a testament to Ken's strength that Hakan finds himself lifted upward, sent flying with the fury of fist and fire. But wait--is it wise to mix fire and oil? Should people start running? Are the emegency sprinklers working?! Though the man's skin shines with the short burst of flame, though it may lick across his slick shell, very little actually happens. Instead of a flaming Turk scurrying about, Ken gets...a large, smoking man falling back down at him as the oil fails to reach its flash point.
Isn't that a disappointment?
Things are not pretty looking at all. Faolan is still up close and personal when he sees Ken erupt into his trademark move. He also smells the oil getting burned and it makes him both disturbed and somewhat hungry. Even more so he sees Hakan start to come back downwards and he wants no part of that insanity. He is quick to stagger back several steps as he does give Ken one little parting shot with the bata. He just tries to drive it into the back of Ken's leg to try and throw him off balance to make it easier for Hakan to land on him.
Even so he makes sure he is well out of the way in case Hakan's aim is off. He rather not have the large fighter's whole weight come crashing down on him. He lets out a sigh of relief as he ends up sliding backwards and is stopped by a wall which he remains leaning against for the time being at least.
COMBATSYS: Hakan successfully hits Ken with Body Press.
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Ken 1/------=/=======|=======\=====--\1 Hakan
COMBATSYS: Ken blocks Faolan's Fierce Strike.
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Ken 1/------=/=======|=======\=====--\1 Hakan
That one blow from Faolan is enough to make Ken's legs buckle enough for Hakan to slam into him. "Oof!" The weight of Hakan is enough to make realize that it might be time to put some distance between himself and Hakan.
"Sheesh. Maybe you should try a diet, because all that oil has to be wrecking your heart!" Its not much, but its enough to show that Ken isn't down and out yet. Faolan is doing his job properly enough, but Ken can't help but feel that the poor man's heart just isn't into it like it should be.
The crimson clad man allows himself to focus once again, this time drawing upon the ki within, allowing it to surge upward as he grins slightly. In due time, he'll have Hakan just where he wants him, and this match should end then, unless Faolan decides he wants to continue fighting in the place of his 'employeer'.
COMBATSYS: Ken gathers his will.
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Ken 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=====--\1 Hakan
Oh, he didn't. Ken just...no. No, no, no.
For reasons that are not yet voiced, something in Hakan snaps. Oh, sure, it's one thing to be punched and smashed with blue light and kicked in the head, but it's another thing to suggest that he diet. After landing on Ken and rolling off, his eyes open wide. He'd rolled onto hands and knees as the blonde boy scurries away for safety. Suddenly, a hand lifts up and smacks against the ground, hard enough to bounce one or two pictures on the wall closest to him. In a flash, he's up on his feet, standing at his full height with his face lifted. A single finger juts outwward and points toward Ken, even as he's charging up for the finisher. "Ignorant man! Not only is olive oil healthier than any other type of cooking oil, but you insult the hard work my wife puts into cooking with it!" Oh, he looks kind of mad!
And so incensed, Hakan turns and walks. It's not far or anything; he stomps his way to his briefcase, wrenches the thing open with an angry pull, and pulls out four fresh bottles, all held between the fingers and thumb on one hand. With flicks of a single finger, the cork stoppers are sent flying, bouncing off of walls as he opens them all, then upends them over his head. As the fresh avalanche of deliciousness oozes over his body from above, his legs spread a bit, very nearly causing his fitted pants to rip in the groin. "COME!" he yells, tossing the bottles carelessly behind him. "Let us settle this like TRUE men!"
COMBATSYS: Hakan gathers his will.
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Faolan 0|-------|---====
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Ken 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hakan
It might be true. The Ikari is usually more spry and into the battle. It isn't that he is disturbed by Hakan or intimidated by Ken. Maybe it was just the loss of sleep trying to think if he should help out Hakan and take the money or do what he is now which is the proper way. Of course he has been after Ken for the most part, but at the same time Hakan may have started off strong and has since gotten rather handily dealt with by the blond.
Now what he sees is the exchange between the two and he has to appreciate Hakan's effort and him wanting to settle things as men. He could easily bow out at this point since he did well, but he seems to be ready to stick to it until the end. "Ahh, you two go for it." he says. Hakan made his challenge for Ken to come at him and far be it for Faolan to interrupt the display of manliness and just cheese in a cheap shot to either guy.
COMBATSYS: Faolan takes no action.
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Ken 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hakan
A slight grin appears on Ken's face as he notices Hakan starting to get more and more upset. It seems that there is a nerve to exploit there. "Oh? You're married?" If Ken can manage to get Hakan more unbalanced, then it'll truly play into his favor.
Catious eyes glance at Faolan, noticing that he's taking a breather from this current exchange, which truly is a good thing. Once more Ken tries to clear his head, allowing the flow of the fight to come naturally. "Come on Hakan, let's end this fight.. Unless you're too worried about slipping up again."
COMBATSYS: Ken enters a meditative state.
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Ken 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hakan
Oh, so the tides are turning? Wily boy, you can not unravel the unraveller!
"Worried? Me?! Pah!" Hakan steps brazenly forward, dripping gobs of oil behind him, leaving wet marks in the carpet in the shape of his feet. He comes nearly within arm's reach and stops, looking down at the shorter man. It's almost like the start of a badly-scripted wrestling match, where Hakan is the big lovable doof with the speech impediment that dies early and Ken is destined to star in terrible films and become a shadow of his former self.
"Very well! Let's see how you deal with THIS!" Again, he lurches forward, arms coming forth to try and grip the man, when...he slips? Down goes the mighty red giant, but it's a ruse! It's not another hug that he's seeking, but to take the man down with him by gripping his legs and, hopefully, pin him down to invite a world of humilation in the form of greasy breakdancing and the miracle of birth! Okay, at least a reasonable facsimile of the latter.
COMBATSYS: Hakan successfully hits Ken with Oil Combination Hold.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?
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Ken 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 Hakan
There are just some things that are unspeakable or just plain unpolite to describe in regular conversation. This is one of those occasions for Ken Masters. Once all is said and done, the Ansatsuken expert is slowly climbing to his feet, truly regretting his choice to goad Hakan into attacking first. A violent shiver runs up his spine as his mind tries to replay what just happen, only to short out and leave him standing there with a strange look on his face.
"Did.. what.. but.. Just.." Hakan truly seems to be getting the moral victory over Ken, which just as well may be the Turkish Oil Wrestlers intentions, but what truly matters is the physical victory, and Ken is struggling to obtain that.
Ken once more closes in on Hakan, only to swing his right leg forward in a vicious cartwheel like motion. The crimson clad man allows his seering hot chi to once more surge forward, knowing that if it catches the Turkish man pain will feel might very well end this fight as it won't end until Hakan has been sent flying upwards in a flaming torrent of fire.
"GUREN SENPUUKYAKU!"
COMBATSYS: Ken successfully hits Hakan with Guren Senpuukyaku.
- Power hit! -
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Ken 0/-------/----===|=======\====---\1 Hakan
By the end of it all, Hakan will -have- to be satisfied with the moral victory! As he'd spun around on Ken's butt in the middle of his strange grapple, even the mighty wrestler himself had started feeling woozy. Surely, he hadn't been hit THAT hard; he'd only taken a few hits! But his body can't lie and the quickly-accumulated damage shows itself. After having launched Ken from his very loins, the baron is spinning on the carpet, limbs all splayed out as he gradually comes to a stop.
"That was terrible..." he mutters mostly to himself once he stands up, one hand on his temple as his eyes stay squeezed shut. When he IS finally on his feet, he's still wobbling, trying to will himself to be steady. Just a little--easy there, man, easy...and...there. Finally, he lets out a calming breath, opens his eyes, and sees Ken's foot like, an inch away, for all of a tenth of a second. Pain? Oh god, yes. It hurts like hell, at least for the first few seconds until he outright passes out! Once again, his whole body is covered in billowing smoke as his oil scalds, but still can't manage to find itself alight. Smashed and beaten, the guy's big red body sails through the air and hits the ground, then just...keeps on going! People part as he goes skidding past on his back, too out of it to do much as he bounces his way into the administrative offices. And ah, the good rugs! That's going to take FOREVER to get out of them!
COMBATSYS: Hakan takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Hakan can no longer fight.
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It was an exchange that Faolan knew damn well was coming. He likes getting into the thick of things and such, but when two guys look to go all out and prove something you just don't get in the way. That and watching Hakan in action there makes the Irishman very glad the worst he got was thrown and used as a projectile by the Turk. It could have been much MUCH worse. It is also a trainwreck he can't look away from and surprisingly Ken is not too happy with what just happened. Who would be? Anyone that would be fine with what just happened well.....they just aren't right in the head.
It seems that Ken gets his paybacks though and Faolan is left staggering well out of the way when Hakan starts to slide by. He just shakes his head as the path of destruction continues. Well at least the good news is Hakan will get the money he tried to pay Faolan with back. That is something, right? "Well....I have to say I won't be forgetting this day any time soon." he says while relaxing and still being careful where he steps before looking towards Ken and wincing at the oil covered man. "You might want to get a few showers there, fellah."
"Thanks.. for the advice." Ken sighs at the amount of damage the slippery man is causing within the building, knowing full well that it may as well be time for a total remodel to get rid of all that oil that is being left everywhere. Of course, Ken just seems to still be rather disturbed over what was just done to him. Maybe the physical victory isn't really worth it..
Log created on 11:06:38 12/18/2011 by Hakan, and last modified on 16:12:48 12/18/2011.