Description: Heihachi decides to make his introduction into the Neo League circuit as KUMA MASK. Then MURDERHOUSE throws sand in his eyes and he gets pretty pissed off. The result thereafter is as expected. (Winner: Heihachi)
It was ok. He hadn't been fighting professionally in a while, and there were some kinks to work out. But after driving Yuri through hellfire, and fighting a one-armed cowboy to a bloody standstill, the mountain of meat known as "MURDERHOUSE" Mick was actually feeling pretty good. Right now he was sitting in the corner of a wrestling ring, with cameras lined up and ready to make that long-haired prettychump Ken Masters some more money. But Mick didn't care, long as he got to hurt somebody. And from the sounds of things, he was going to be hurting a rather big deal today.
He was sitting nonchalantly waiting, hockey mask not even completely strapped to his head yet, the buckles hanging down ominously just like his black hair, in black jeans and a Danzig shirt, and of course his standard wrestling gear. He simply, waited. Patiently, even as some people in Capital Seven continued laying cards down and putting quarters into slots. Continuing that rat race, while Mick was going to take part of something much greater. Fucking tools.
Heihachi is not a small name in the fighting circuit by any stretch. Few people can hear they have been scheduled to face the King of the Iron Fist and not worry about personal harm to some degree. And then the doors at the end of the casino bursts open. A huge man strides in, although in a different way then MURDERHOUSE's physique. Only it's... not anyone who is immediately recognizeable. Wearing a black gi bottom with his upper body bare, a massive crimson cloak with oversized hood conceals his features in shadow. Before he then leaps up a good thirty feet from the wrestling stage. Landing with a rather massive shudder, he then slowly raises upright. "I AM..." Grasping the cloak, Heihachi hurls it away. He is wearing a massive bear mask, although with two holes cut in the sides to allow his distinctive gray hair spikes out. "KUMA MASK!!" ...This might not have been expected.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has started a fight here.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|
Mick had heard a lot about his opponent, Heihachi Mishima. Apparently, this old timer was supposed to be some sort of really big deal, so when the partially bald man leapt into the ring, flinging off his mask and wearing a bear mask, Mick...didn't react right a way. He just stared up unblinkingly, jaw slightly agape from beneath his mask before he flipped his hair back, and started buckling that mask tight. TIGHT. He didn't stop until he felt the bloodflow restrict, and only then would he grab the top ropes and sort of...pull himself standing.
The seven foot Irish monster stepped forward, with his steel toe boots, his fingerless gloves made exclusively for punching skulls and breaking souls, and those unblinking freakish eyes glaring right at the (presumably smaller?) older man.
"Are you fucking with me?! Get your head straight, grandpa."
To emphasize his words as he walks up to Heihachi, he brings his hands out...and tries to shove Heihachi back, with those big hands on Mishima's chest.
COMBATSYS: Heihachi has joined the fight here.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Heihachi
COMBATSYS: Heihachi endures MURDERHOUSE's Fast Throw.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Heihachi
Heihachi is anything but small, although Murderhouse makes him seem a child before. However, he stands with complete confidence in his corner of the ring, massive arms crossed before his chest. "Ohhhh? I'm just having fun... wrestling's a game, isn't it?!" Muscles flex when MURDERHOUSE approaches. And the shove... does not visibly do anything. It is like trying to dislodge a mountain! Although Heihachi's stance appears casual, the tight lock of his muscles and angle forward is sufficient defense. Before he moves to plant his own hand on MURDERHOUSE's chest as a result, and then attempt to hurl him away towards the corner of the ring. "After all... I'm here to annoy Ken Masters by beating his League. A fight like this... The only way to have fun is to become KUMA MASK, eh?!"
COMBATSYS: Heihachi successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Weakened Quick Throw.
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Heihachi
MURDERHOUSE Mick was a big man, and had taken some of the more brutal attacks renowned across the world, without flinching. So it was perhaps a surprise(to some, who'd been living under a rock and didn't know about Mishima strength by now) when Mick was violently shoved backwards, his legs backstepping until he fell into a backwards roll. To his credit, though, he quickly landed on his feet, almost immediately stepping forward. He was like some movie villain, determined to hack up delinquent teenagers. Although in this case, the 'delinquent' was a seriously strong, albeit senile, martial artist. He didn't respond to his particular 'style' being insulted, just sort of shook his head, reached in his jeans pocket, and pulled out...sand? Yes, sand, or some sort of salt, and threw it right at the face(mask) of Heihachi when he was close enough. It hopefully had eyeholes, or at least slits for air. That would be enough for the horribly noxious, almost onion-like material to take effect, and though doing little 'damage', would be considered a 'Large' hindrance to any martial artist. Or, that was the hope, anyway...
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Heihachi with Large Thrown Object.
- Power hit! -
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Heihachi
MURDERHOUSE would likely be astutely aware that the shove, strong as it was, still lacked any true effort by the smaller fighter. He just laughs once more, still sounding absurdly amused by the whole situation. Yet it's been quite awhile since something so... /cheap/ has been leveled against him. The sand strikes true, and Heihachi roars out his aggravation, writhing to and fro while trying to rub it out through the small eyeholes in the fake bear mask. "YOU LITTLE...!!" Twisting around, he suddenly pushes off the ground, leaving a foot-shaped dent as he tries to get close to MURDERHOUSE... to grasp him by the front of his shirt, leaning backwards. And then /slamming/ his head towards that hockey mask, causing a sudden explosion of cerulean chi with a sound like striking lightning. His kuma mask disintegrates in a spray of black ash, leaving him squinting and more then a little angry. "FINE... THEN I WON'T JUST HAVE FUN!!"
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE fails to counter Stonehead from Heihachi with Cemetary Gates.
! VENGEANCE !
*KNOCKED AWAY*
-@- Dazing Hit! -@-
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MURDERHOUSE 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Heihachi
Mick had a smug smirk under his mask, no doubt about it, the white, blank, emotionless visage seeming to be perfect when it came to conveying emotion. He watched the big man jump into the air, and he wasn't afraid. As Heihachi clasped Mick's black shirt, Mick's right arm shot out, clasping across the throat of the descending geezer, and was just about to tighten...when the headbutt heard 'round the world happened. Mishima's masked, bald head made contact with Mick's masked skull, and Mishima's won out. Hard.
Mick was sent crashing right through the tarp and mat, and further down. he smashed through the floor of the Casino, the rumbling of which might disturb the gamblers, and cause some slot machines to go haywire, but Mick didn't care. What Mick cared about was feeling his extremities again, as he rolled to his side and groaned, crawling toward the door, one floor below where the fight is happening. His mask wasn't damaged, yet, but his brains felt like scrambled eggs. Mick was having a grand old time so far!
As MURDERHOUSE pushes to his feet and begins to move towards the door, Heihachi lands with a terrific impact right in front of him from the gaping hole in the ceiling. His bear mask is completely gone now, and there's no hint of the somewhat eccentric man visible in it. Only a highly irate expression, tainted by the remnants of sand. "I'm just getting started..." A massive hand tries to once more grasp MURDERHOUSE by the hair, before he swishes forward and moves to start repeatedly slamming his knee into the other man's stomach. A good half-dozen times. Before finally twisting and trying to hurl him away, in the direction of the craps tables. "SO DON'T BREAK ON ME YET, BOY!!"
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE blocks Heihachi's Combo Grapple.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Heihachi
MURDERHOUSE says, "Heyy."
Mick was just staggering to his feet when Heihachi blocked his path, but as soon as the older gentleman moved into grappling range, the Irishman knew just what to do. Mick instinctively turned and pivoted his body for each knee strike, but even rolling with the punches and blocking the full damage, each knee strike winded him just a little. But he still had enough prescence of mind to run with Heihachi's throw instead of trying to fight against it, and at the last moment his hands shot out to grasp the man's wrist. Landing on his feet, the House of MURDER put all his considerable stature, weight and power into this throw, trying to pull Heihachi off his feet, and hurl -him- into the craps tables!
"Don't worry, asshole, I ain't breakin'."
It wasn't a pretty maneuver, but MURDERHOUSE Mick might still be in this fight!
COMBATSYS: Heihachi interrupts Rebound Throw from MURDERHOUSE with Jab Punch.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Heihachi
Heihachi is a touch surprised. He wasn't going easy in his attempt to shatter through MURDERHOUSE's guard, after all. Not many people can ward off his blows when he is intentful. Yet that doesn't mean the resulting attack goes precisely as desired. While Heihachi is being yanked along with brutal power, his elbow suddenly snaps out, driving heavily into MURDERHOUSE's face. Disrupting the end of the maneuver, he is instead hurled in a manner that allows him to hit on his shoulder, rolling back to his feet and impacting the craps table, still sending it skidding a few meters away. "Heh! I suppose it's not really your choice, when you break or not..." A slow twist of his neck pops something deep.
He was so focused on flinging the older man that he wasn't watching the elbow, and he paid for it. The mask kept any permanent damage from happening, but the resulting impact, the whiplash and everything that went with it caused his head to snap back, and him to stagger backward as the bald man recovered and spoke. After a moment, Mick focused on the older man again and nodded, adjusting his heavy right elbow pad and later adjusting his hockey mask, unbuckling and re-buckling, making sure everything was secure. He did this while idly walking toward Heihachi, standing tall and staring him down.
"A lot of things aren't our choice. I choose not to care. Now shut up and fight."
Despite the one-sidedness of the affair so far, MURDERHOUSE seemed ready, far readier than he had been previously...
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE focuses on his next action.
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MURDERHOUSE 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Heihachi
Slowly, Heihachi's predatory grin grows broader. A laugh leaves him, something rather cruel and ruthless to say the least. His shoulder slowly rotates, looking MURDERHOUSE up and down in a distantly appraising manner. "Shut up and fight, you say...?! Hah. You want to try and stop my next attack, do you?! Let's see if you CAN!!" Chi ripples across Heihachi's upper body, crackles of lightning as he seems to glow blue. Assuming a rather brutal looking stance, one hand lifts to face MURDERHOUSE, the other held at his side. Before suddenly, he explodes forward; the intervening journey might not be seen, only the sudden clothesline of his chi-imbued arm attempting to strike MURDERHOUSE right in the throat, trying to knock him clear off his feet--!!
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE fails to counter Demon's Wrath from Heihachi with Hellfire Hammer.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
-@- Dazing Hit! -@-
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Heihachi 0/-------/-----==|
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE can no longer fight.
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Heihachi 0/-------/-----==|
The blow to MURDERHOUSE's throat can only be described as 'excessively violent'. Despite the great difference in size and weight, the hulking wrestler is hooked and then hurled into the ground so hard an explosive crator is formed. MURDERHOUSE literally bounces back up another meter, before Heihachi's leg scissors up and then descends with another bright flash of chi, crashing MURDERHOUSE right back into the ground a second time. Laughing in a manner that can only be described as 'maniacal', MURDERHOUSE is bounced back upwards a last time... only to get caught by the face, and hefted upwards. Whirling around, Heihachi then brutally throws him like some kind of oversized doll, to impact the ground and likely crumple away a considerable distance!!
All of that happens. All of it. Mick doesn't even realize what all happens, being flung and kicked and clotheslined and smashed into the ground repeatedly, until he is thrown so hard he smashes right through the two metal doors, knocking them clean off their hinges. He smashes through a number of slot machines, coins flying everywhere and hits the center of some big Spinning Wheel, cracking it in the center, and crumpling on the ground, on his side.
"....Da-"
He didn't finish, however, as said wheel came off it's hinges and smashed said fighter again, and this time he went down, possibly down into the sewers. In the hours it would take EMTs to search the wreckage, Mick wouldn't be found. Only cracked and shattered remains of a hockey mask.
Yeah. Heihachi hit pretty hard.
Heihachi rolls his shoulders, not particularly caring as the flood of medics rushes past him; the worst he recieved himself from the encounter was a bunch of sand in his eyes, which admittedly he found much more annoying then a similar volume of punches. Wiping his face clean a last time, there's just a laugh at what he feels is an overreaction. "He won't die from something like that...!" Although there's not a lot of passion from it either way. He won't be losing sleep over the ultimate fate of MURDERHOUSE, although he was certainly an impressive fighter in his own right. "Well, then. I hope Ken Masters covers all this damage... Bahahaha!"
COMBATSYS: Heihachi has ended the fight here.
Log created on 00:32:35 07/06/2012 by Heihachi, and last modified on 10:08:34 07/08/2012.