Description: Family Feuds and gavels flying far! Due to a Presidential campaign, the fight was moved to Master's stadium, where King was Judge and Jury. She seemed negligent on those duties, though. She was happy just to watch them beat on each other and not acting all dramatic. It's Fighting, not the W.W.E. (Winner: Guile)
Washington, DC, Saturday, April 20XX.
A well muscled, probably underpowered bailiff stood between podiums of two obscenely trained men. His tough guy demeanor would be awesome if he knew that the odds of him stopping both unstoppable killing machines in front of him was about as good as Joe Higashi actually winning a King of Fighters tournament. This illusion was short lived, however, as the original booking in Washington was being used for some kind of presidential campaign. Where else to go? The Masters Arena. There's turnbuckles there. And ropes! And mats to be slammed upon.
"Would the parties both rise." Ordered the Bailiff, who was dressed a shockingly amount similar to a referee. He even had the horizontal striped black and white shirt, too. he continued. "In the case of Ken Masters vs. William F. Guile.... The honorable Judge King presiding.
Down the ramp she came. Dressed all in black, White 18th century Judges wig, and carry a sack full of... well. Something. Gavels. This would have been awesome, if the wig wasn't made out of toilet paper rolls, and black robe wasn't just a bedsheet with a hole cut in it.
Guile, without the presence of legal counsel, is seated at the complaintant's side of the aisle which is to the left of the judge. He is dressed nicely in a fitted, double-breasted suit and a pair of decent dress shoes. Not the first time he's been gussied up for a fight, that's for sure. His attention is drawn when then judge arrives. He looks towards King, curious at the unknown quantity she represents. He tilts his head and then stands, watching as she makes her way down the aisle.
His eyes stop at Ken, his brow clenching together as he considers his brother in law carefully. He clears his throat, turning his attention back to the bench with interest. It's fun to see how these things play out.
There's a slight grin from Ken as Guile glances over at him. Not even the sheer insanity of the theme for this match can really overcome the fact that it's his own brother-in-law he's going against. Sometimes it's fun to not even know just what exactly is going to happen.
"Your honor, I move to end these proceedings because it's a proven fact that brooms have no real say in a court of law. I mean, they really are just tools."
There is no taking any of this serious from Ken. He already has an idea of just what he's going to do with this match.
Guile retakes his seat in the proceedings, looking over a stack of legal papers that is really a script of ideas for things to say. He considers it as the proceedings are begun, and then shakes his head, depositing it into the nearest trashcan. He turns his head as Ken makes his motion, frowning slightly. He waits for Ken t finish, and then stands up.
"OBJECTION!"
Pow.
Guile looks over at Ken for a moment and then looks back to the judge, King in this case, "Judge, the respondant is a tool, making his own motion invalid under precedence decided in US vs A. S. Whole, 1994. Further, I move for dismissal with prejudice. Mister Masters regularly subjects his head to a mixture of Sodium Hypochlorite, lye, hydrogen peroxide and calcium hypochlorite. These mix of chemicals has not only turned his hair an unnatural shade of blonde in the face of a preponderance of evidence otherwise..." Guile pauses for a moment, looking towards Ken and running a finger across his eyebrows with a grin. He then looks back to the Judge, "...but it also calls into question his capacity for bringing this case before the court."
All that lawyer training in the Military Academy must have really paid off for Guile as he waits for a decision.
The judge finds herself seated on a rather tall stool near the rear of the arena, theres a motion near the back of the stage and some of the cameras are lowered to give the audience at home that impression of the Judge preside over when in reality she finds herself wishing she wasn't the only one sitting.
"I'm afraid the proceeding's have progressed a bit far for that Mr Masters. Unless you wish to disappoint the good people of this city and the audience at home."
The Judge looks up form the busy task of settling that mysterious stack close at hand. The cheeky grin and barb from Masters had almost been enough to make her crack a smile but she was playing the role as well.
King turns her head towards the brush headed American with a similarly professional and courteous demeanour that is quite out of place in this cartoon parody of a courtroom drama
"Ahem- And you Sir, Do you care to make a rebuttal to Mr Masters opening remarks?"
The argument is rather flawless, and well ordered. Well, King thinks so from her vantage point, as the person with the most legal experience in the arena is currently making his point it does seem to sound so very officious with those right sounding legal terms. The Toilet paper rolls on her head bob as Kings finds herself nodding along in agreement, there may even be a case for this 'tool' argument in there somewhere.
"I think the resolution to this case may be in everyone's interest don't you? But there is merit to your argument. Sustained!"
One point for Guile in the beginning of the match up.
COMBATSYS: Ken has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Guile has joined the fight here.
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Ken 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Guile
Ken idly strokes his chin. "I do have evidence that my hair is infact, natural. However..." He paces about for a few moments, as if he were trying to decide on what exactly to do from this point forward. Normally he would just pull in his own legal counsel.. but they couldn't handle Guile on their own.
Slamming his hands down on the defendants table, Ken stares at the judge, and then turns his attention towards Guile. "Well, I guess I'll present my first piece of evidence."
Powerful hands grasp the edge of the table and hefting it into the air, only to turn and bring it crashing towards Guile. "I guess it's time for us to get this matter on the table, now isn't it?"
COMBATSYS: Guile fails to interrupt Random Weapon from Ken with Rolling Sobat.
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Ken 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Guile
Rolling his eyes as Ken proclaims his hair au natural, Guile crosses his arms across his chest as he listens and prepares to continue his defense. Only, the defense he must continue is an actual defense of his head as a table comes crashing down upon it. He kicks back from the chair he is in, launching himself into the air and flipping forward. His leg shoots out, kicking the table square in the center as he is heard to shout:
"OBJECTION!"
He is quickly overruled as the top half of the table whips around from the velocity of his own kick, cracking him directly in the back of his head. He falls to the floor in a heap, making quick work of standing back up to his feet woozily. He quickly strips off his jacket and brings his hands up into a fighting position.
King slips a pair of gavels into palm's while still keeping her hands low as soon as Masters sets his hands upon the table and begins to life it over head and with a dexterous spin of both she hurls one in an underhanded pitch.
"MISTER MASTER's You will refrain from breaking perfectly good furniture -in my courtroom."
Okay so maybe it was just an aversion to seeing violence inflicted on the scenery like this was a bar room brawl, the kind that was a nightmare with the insurance to deal with, and the replacing of furniture, trying to get the same style.. focus, focus King!
The cry of objection and she has to tilt her head back to follow Guile' movements , the cursed wig. At the moment of impact she visibly winces, for the table as well as the fighter. Thought it doesn't stop her heartlessly pitching that second gavel right at him.
"This is not an objection competition!"
COMBATSYS: Juri has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ken just-defends Juri's Thrown Object!
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COMBATSYS: Guile blocks Juri's Thrown Object.
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The incoming gavel slams directly into Ken's forehead, causing him to blink a couple of times. A hand idly rises up to brush the spot where the gavel impacted, noticing that whatever it was that just hit him, it really didn't do much of anything except mess up some of his hair.
"Your honor, I promise to try and not to destroy anything in the court room myself anymore." A slight grin appears on his face as he turns his attention towards Guile once again. Of course, he never said anything about having Guile destroy it for him.
Rushing forward, Ken's hands reach out for Guile, seeking to grab ahold of him. And if those grabby-hands meet their target, then Guile will find himself being placed into some rather painful and straining holds. "Ladies and gentlemen of the court. I know we're all rather bored with listening to the arguements of the Plantiff, I mean.. It's a proven fact that his ego is so big that he can't even fit into a C-17 properly."
COMBATSYS: Guile interrupts Combo Grapple from Ken with Sonic Boom.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Ken 0/-------/-----==|
Having regained his feet and brought his hands up to defend himself against Ken, Guile is stunned by the gaval impacting him in the side of the head. He gavel bounces off his head, but the ringing in his brain leaves his dazed for the briefest of moments. As Ken rushes towards him, Guile brings his arms out and then whips them in really quickly. Sonic energy coelesces around his arms, whips together, then propels itself towards Ken. As the chi flies, he shouts:
"OBJECTION!"
He brings his arms back to guard and calls out, "Mister Masters has no imperical evidence suggesting my ego can't fit on a C-17. Further, his ego has to have photos taken of it from the International Space Station and exist in several NASA photographical databases, your Honor."
COMBATSYS: Juri has left the fight here.
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Ken 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Guile
Truth to the matters aside, Ken and Guile were a lot alike-- in the sense that they were both blond and were about as smart as a package of ham. Gavel throwing aside, King knew that both fighters had their reasons for being here-- but like true men they were comparing each other egos like they were male genetalia. The blonde woman lifted her head then, and slammed a gavel down upon her table, breaking the gavel in the process.
"Sustained." She breathed.
Whatever that meant. These two argued like they were after a Barbie doll or something. King needed to spice it up a notch. "NO MORE TALKING, EITHER OF YOU! ...Or you Answer to the bailiff." She pushed him forward.
The bailiff swallowed. Hard.
"Carry on, Mr. Masters."
COMBATSYS: King has joined the fight here.
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Guile 0/-------/---====|
COMBATSYS: King takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Mr._Referee has joined the fight here.
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King 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Ken
Ken just grins as he climbs to his feet, staring at Guile. The judge said no more talking! Which means its time for some good ol' fashioned ass kickin'. He suddenly rushes forward, only to stop for a few moments as chi starts to swell within him.
There's a slight grunt as he takes a few steps backwards now, clutching at his chest as the world infront of him starts to spin. It might be a good idea to call the fight, but then again..
Ken isn't known THAT well for good ideas.
COMBATSYS: Ken suffers from his injuries.
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King 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 [E] Ken
Guile braces himself as Ken rushes forward, his right leg sliding back behind him and his upper-body crouching in a boxer's pose. His eyes are narrows as slits and he prepares himself to respond to whatever Ken might throw his way.
Only he doesn't. Ken stumbles back, and Guile drops his hands half-way down his body in confusion. He takes a step forward, looking towards the Judge and then the Bailiff before he runs towards Ken, "Ken?"
"Ken?!"
He looks towards the Bailiff again and shouts, "Get a medic here, now!" Screw the court. Screw the judge. Screw the entire SNF production.
Judge King-dy was clearly Unamused with the whole situation at hand. Ken was about to make it interesting, but stopped for some reason he stopped and clutched at himself. King, unbeknownst to everyone, was not only the Judge and Jury. She was also the Doctor, the Emergency Responders, the ambulance, and half the audience watching-- okay. Some of that was made up.
Stepping out from behind her table, King stepped forward calmly, and stood over Ken quietly. "Hrmm."
She looked him over slowly. "Oh. My." She said, attempting to nudge him with her foot. "I think he may need to dispense his daily Shoryuken. Quick... Is anyone sacrificial around...?"
Her head turned instantly to her bailiff. An evil smile.
COMBATSYS: King gathers her will.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 [E] Ken
"I'm fine." There's a bit of a harsh tone to Ken's voice as he pulls away from Guile. A slight grin appears on his face, knowing full well that the martial artist in his brother-in-law will understand the meaning -- 'Don't stop no matter what.'
"I fail to see what the plantiff is doing by trying to show concern!" Already Ken's regaining his bearings somewhat, rapidly twisting his body so that his right leg extends outwards, moving to strike Guile with what normally would be a rather heavy and painful roundhouse kick.
COMBATSYS: Ken successfully hits Guile with Weakened Inazuma Kakato Wari.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 [E] Ken
Drawing back as Ken grins at him, Guile's eyes widen but then he nods his head resolutely. He steps back, bringing his guard up again. He watches the roundhouse kick sail towards him, moving his hand to block the weak attack too quickly. The leg catches him across the side of the face, still sending him reeling back in spite of the slower nature of the attack.
Guile recovers, turning back towards Ken and taking a step forward. He launches himself into the air, bringing a knee up to aim directly at the chest of his brother-in-law.
COMBATSYS: King takes no action.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: Mr._Referee focuses on his next action.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: Ken fails to interrupt Knee Spike from Guile with Weakened Shoryuken.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 [E] Ken
As Guile moves to slam that knee into Ken's chest, the Ansatsuken master is quickly pulling away from him, trying to ensure that the timing for his own next move in this 'dance' is one that is capable of dishing some real damage in his own weakened state.
Ducking down low, crimson chi explodes violently from Ken's right fist as he springs upwards towards Guile's chin.
"SHORYU--"
The famed crimson fist falls short as Guile's knee proves to be faster then Ken's fist, sending the younger blonde man flying backwards. It's obvious that he's going to have to make some new adjustments in how he's going to treat the rest of this fight.
Guile's eyes widen as he sees the Shoryuken coming for him, and he leans his body back to extend his knee and avoid the uppercut. He settles his feet down, peering with concern towards Ken before he chases after him across the courtroom. He plants a foot a few feet from Ken, using it as a pivot point to turn a circle and send a swift kick directly towards Ken's thigh.
With the order in the court being not to talk, Guile reaches back and turns his microphone pack off. He whispers to Ken low enough to avoid being picked up by the stage mics, "You would tell me if you're really hurt bad, right?"
COMBATSYS: King takes no action.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: Ken expertly blocks Guile's Heavy Kick.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: Mr._Referee takes no action.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 [E] Ken
"I said I'll be fine." The words are a barely audible whisper as Ken catches the kick in his hands, once again showing his true merit as a master of his art. Stepping backwards he struggles for a moment to catch his breath. A brief thought flashes through his head about resigning, but his own honor won't allow him to. Instead, he'll just have to turn up the heat entirely while he can.
Ken's right leg swings in a wide arc as he starts throwing a vicious flurry of kicks, hoping to draw Guile into a painful battering that'll leave the man bruised for weeks to come himself.
"SHIPPUUJINRAI KYAKU!"
COMBATSYS: Ken successfully hits Guile with Shippuujinrai Kyaku.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 1/----===/=======|-------\-------\0 [E] Ken
Setting his jaw, Guile glares towards Ken as if he doesn't believe him as far as he can throw him. He brings his hands up and his arms closer together. He reaches for Ken just as the series of kicks come his way. He's rocked hard, stumbling and weaving his way back towards Ken.
He reaches out, attempting to hook Ken's lapel. He turns his hip and attempts to drag his brother-in-law over his hip and slam him down towards the ground with a fierce grunt!
Oho! They're finally starting to get into the flow of things! This was good, King figured. The fight was kind of getting boring anyways. She came to watch and judge a fight. Not watch a poor rendition of the WWE. Seeing things finally starting to take hold, King did the next best thing to aid their battle-- She threw every single gavel she had into the ring in front of them-- and if that wasn't incentive enough? The referee was out there too. He counts as a weapon too, right? Just fatter, softer, and a little more useless.
Sorry about the raining gavels.
COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Ken with Quick Throw.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 1/---====/=======|=------\-------\0 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: King successfully hits Ken with Light Random Weapon.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 1/---====/=======|==-----\-------\0 [E] Ken
Ken winces as Guile latches onto him and sends him slamming into the ground, knocking the breath out of his lungs once again. He quickly struggles to get back to his feet, only to have a good number of gavels rain down on him, banging into various parts of his body, which are sure to leave some rather gnarly bruises.
Thankfully Ken isn't the only one dealing with raining gavels, so while Guile is busy trying to deal with them himself, Ken rushes away, taking a moment to regain his senses and focus.
"It's time to kick this up a notch."
COMBATSYS: Ken starts to get serious!
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: Guile blocks King's Light Random Weapon.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1 [E] Ken
Righting himself as Ken comes to his feet, Guile takes a step towards him but is impelled to stop due to the gavel flying in his general direction. It bounces off his meaty forearm, but it's starting to look as if they're becoming annoying.
He looks back towards Ken, narrowing his eyes for a moment before he responds, "It's time to get you out of this fight." He rushes Ken, not giving him too much of a breather as he leaps high into the air. He does a quick somersault, flying inverted past Ken only to reach out and grab Ken's chin. Using it as an anchor, he pulls himself out of his leap by Ken's chin and lands on one knee, with the other extended with his foot planted firmly on the ground. Guile and gravity should easily pull Ken downwards into the extended knee.
COMBATSYS: King takes no action.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=------\1 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: Mr._Referee takes no action.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=------\1 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Ken with Backbreaker.
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King 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1 [E] Ken
Once more Ken is slammed into Guile's knee, hissing as he struggles to minimze the damage. He's getting his ass handed to him, and it's not very flattering at times for that to happen. Of course, in the end this isn't something he's doing for the win. It's all for fun.
Once more Ken twists his body, this time to break free from Guile's clutches in order to allow himself anoter moment of reprieve. Of course, Ken isn't going to leave Guile without a parting gift -- Mister Bailiff is being grabbed and chucked at Broomhead. Hopefully the judge won't call for order at this time.
COMBATSYS: Ken successfully hits Mr._Referee with Weakened Random Weapon.
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King 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: Guile blocks Ken's Weakened Random Weapon.
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King 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1 [E] Ken
Guile grins as he catches Ken with the backbreaker, and he doesn't fight to hold on to him as he has found this could lead to bad consequences from past experience. He pushes himself up to his feet, his eyes watching Ken carefully as he sizes him up again.
Only to find a large referee flying towards him care of an Ansatsuken throw. Guile is just quick enough to get out of the way with only superficial damage. He takes a quick hopstep towards Ken again, pulling his knee up to his chest and then thrusting it towards Ken in the aptly named thrust kick. All the while, he's watching Ken, judging just how far he has to go to make his brother-in-law stop fighting.
It's pretty dang far.
COMBATSYS: Ken interrupts Heavy Kick from Guile with Shinryuu Ken+.
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King 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 [E] Ken
A thrown Mr. Referee only had one sentence to sum his evening. he did not like being a foreign and thrown object. But at least it was by famous people. Such is the life. This Court system sucks. But at least he got their autographs.
There's a slight gleam in Ken's eyes as Guile moves back in on the offensive. He's already hurting, and his own body isn't going to hold out much longer in this condition. So its time to do his best and try to put Guile down once and for all in this fight.
Crimson chi explodes violently from Ken's right fist as that big boot of Guile's comes flying towards him. Quickly ducking down once more, Ken brings the chi encrusted fist upwards, lifting the larger blonde up off his feet. Of course, the assault isn't ending there. His legs suddenly fly forward as chi starts to explode outwards with every blow he lands, only to finally end it with one final kick, only for a violent Shoryuken to be sent flying forth as a large torrent of flames surrounding the two men as Ken launches Guile into the air.
"OBJECTION!"
Guile simply eats the Shoryuken and all else that Ken has to offer, his own kick being pushed out of the way as if it were nothing short of a lovetap. A lovetap given in a totally heterosexual way. *ahem* Not that there's anything wrong with... nevermind. He gets knocked arse over tea kettle, landing a good distance away with a loud thud. He glances towards Ken, exhaling in a loud grunt as he shakes his head. He looks towards the ground, noting blood pooling on the floor beneath him. He rolls his eyes. Looks like he tried to block the Shoryuken with his nose, it seems.
Guile launches from the crouched position towards Ken in a large and languid forward flip. He lands almost on top of Ken, crouching down again and then blasting his way up and backwards in a particular backwards spinning, chi-infused kick he's known and loved for. He attempts to knock Ken high into the air, land, execute the same kick again before Ken lands, and then finish him off with one mother of all flash kicks!
COMBATSYS: King gathers her will.
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King 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: Mr._Referee takes no action.
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King 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 [E] Ken
COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Ken with Somersault Explosion.
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King 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mr._Referee
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Guile 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 [E] Ken
The brutal retaliation from Guile is enough to send Ken flying, slamming hard into the ground where he remains for a few moments. It's obvious he's in a lot of pain, but like a true martial artist Ken slowly tries to climb back up to his feet. "Okay. That hurt a good de--"
It doesn't take long for the long standing damage to his body to catch up with him yet again and he suddenly falls face first onto the ground. While the production crew may stand idle for a few moments, it doesn't take them to quickly cut the cameras and rush forward. Panic seems to take over from the crew as they rush to tend to Guile's own wounds, and start clearing a path towards Ken. Already a stretcher is being brought in and the blonde Ansatsuken master is being loaded onto it.
Justice /always/ comes with a price.
Dropping to a knee, he sees the final fall of Ken Masters as he lands on the ground nearby. He breaths a sigh of relief, but then there's a look of panic on his face. As people rush him, he begins wading through them to get to Ken. He is beaten to it by the medics already in attendance. He makes quick work of assiting the paramedics in loading Ken on the stretcher and finding out where he's going. He steps back to let them get to work, moving forward to push people out of the way of the stretcher. He grabs a production assistant by the color and growls, "Go up to my skybox. Tell Mrs. Masters and Mrs. Guile which hospital Ken is going to. NOW!" The last is barked, and the production assistant is roughly shoved away to get on his new assignment.
He clears a path clear back to the staging area of Masters Arena, bolstering the competant securit forces and getting Ken on his way that much quicker before he goes to get his own wounds seen to.
Log created on 21:03:44 04/25/2012 by King, and last modified on 18:54:52 04/26/2012.