Abigail - Interrupting The Broadcast

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Description: Using the internet as a source of information for your 'Detect Evil' can sometimes lead to..misunderstandings as the half-djinn heroic and bombastic Hashim discovers when he takes on The Superhuman Hot-Rodder for the good of all mankind!

The Rumble is in full swing. The parking lot outside is packed bumper to bumper. The sidewalks swarming with attendees and various big screens are set up, broadcasting the event though the true fever and glory of what is taking place can only be experienced live, right there at ring side, feeling the electric energy and surge of power from the ambitions of the new fighting generation.

So naturally that means Abigail and his crew are stuck outside...

And what's even worse is that he's a sponsor. A mentor. He -should- be in there but thanks to the untimely borrowing (theft as far if you were to ask him..) of his beloeved monster truck by Axl and Two-P to go hunting for paraphenalia for Brian Storm to sign...and being stuck with the shut down of the Team Frost warehouse with Juri nowhere in sight...he was late and the congestion to great for him to park any closer then waaaaay far away from the arena and the traffic to get even closer and get inside just making it not worth the effort. At least they can see the monitors showing the fight and they cut a very visible and colorful sight. Axl, Two-P and J, bruised and sprwaled out atop Abigails truck while the monster-behemoth mechanic stares balefully at a distant monitor broadcasting The Rumble. A disinterested Roxy lounging nearby.

"Hey Chief! Buford just entered!"

"Shuddup Two-P! It's your fault I'm not in there!"

"They're just the biggest wrestling geeks around, Chief." demures Roxy, "They can't help being morons."

This is followed by a rumbling growl that seems to vibrate both air and ground.

There's a newcomer in town, just shipped in from overseas. He has no vehicle of his own, though he seems quite accustomed to walking. Having attracted a few stares, this stranger has made his way to the arena (or at least its outskirts) in the hopes of seeing what fighting is all about in this part of the world.

Nothing too unusual, of course, aside from being a giant pink genie man in clothes that are definitely not from around here. A tunic, turban, and sandals all speak of Middle Eastern origins, and the white with gold filigree definitely makes it seem like he /wants/ to be seen. The handlebar moustache flowing into thick muttonchops is just the cherry on top.

Of course, it doesn't take long for this stranger to spot Abigail and crew, stopping momentarily to rummage through some pockets in his tunic until he produces a smartphone. Flicking through some online pages, his brow furrows as he takes a second look at the tattooed giant before him and then back down at the phone's screen, nodding solemnly as he turns it off and returns it to its place.

"So, the Mad Gears are trying to disrupt this honorable tournament, eh? Such villainy cannot be excused. I, Hashim Ansari, shall save the day!" he declares aloud, stepping forward. Though that rumbling sound catches his attention as well, prompting him to look around for the source in case of... well, he's not sure, tigers maybe? Do Mad Gear have tigers?

Roxy looks..and then double takes. She then lifts her sun glasses up and does a triple take. Even in this mad world of fighters, sentient robots, magical Gears, Darkstalkrs and more.. a giant genie is simply not something you see everyday. "Uh. Chief?" she says, hesitantly.. and then again, "Chief??" as it seems Hashim is not only nearby but deliberatly approaching them.

Two-P and Axl spot Hashim next and immediately slide into monster truck through the open windows..clearly wanting -none- of that. Even if they weren't bruised from the whalloping Abigail gave them over taking his truck for the third time without permission..they still want none of that.

For his part, Abigail, the source of said rumble, is staring wide eyed at the distant display of The Rumble as he observes his pupil, his protege..Buford..enter the ring after drinking mountain dew from an upside down frisbee and then striding forward to the blaring sound of J-Pop music which echoes loudly over the parking lot. "What th--.. Dammit, Katana..what'd you do--I--"

A -third- shouted Chief snaps him out of it and he swivels his attention with a thunderous, "WHAAAT!" only to now see Hashim and his eyes simply grow wider. "For God's sake, now what?? I swear if this is something else Juri's started up..." he grumbles before leaning up from the truck and crouching down to his knees to regain his balance, turning slowly on his heels to directly face the approaching Hashim.

Hashim shakes his head after a few moments, writing off the growl as nothing to worry about. Most likely one of the many vehicles parked here, perhaps even the monster truck itself. He is not that familiar with automobiles, always had bad luck with them for some reason. He doesn't seem to realize it was in fact Abigail making that noise.

Removing his headwrap and pulling off his tunic in one smooth, practiced movement, the half-Jinn carefully folds them and lays them on the asphalt, the sun gleaming off his bald pink dome. Taking a deep breath, he takes the time to do a couple stretches, then folds his arms in front of his barrel chest.

"There are four of you, yes? I will fight you all if you wish. It would only be fair, hah!" he laughs, briefly, though his eyes fix on the man with the inked face. The leader, it would seem, and quite the large one indeed. His gaze does not falter, however.

"You gotta be kidding me...! You some sort of lost New Generation-er..or something? What's yer problem!" Abigail looks on in mild disbelief at the antics of the half-djinn and then finally rocks forward and plants his feet more solidly onto the ground.

The earth itself seems to rumble from the casual pressure of the Superhuman Hot-Rodders strength...and if that were not warning enough..he begins to push himself upwards to his full height...and up...and up..and up some more..and then up some more. His shadow rolls across the the half-djinn as he begins to loom overhead..clearing Hashim but a foot and then yet more beyond that until his obscenely muscled and monstrous frame seems ready to swallow the djinn from sight.

"Beat it!" he rumbles, gesturing with a huge thumb over his shoulders, "Nobody threatens my crew but me!"

There's a pause and he adds, "..And I guess Juri lately..but she aint here! Yer interrupting my ability t'assess my pupils in the ring!"

His gnarled hands come together, one palm over one fist which he then squeezes, cracking his knuckles to produce a sound like boulders being splintered, "You got me? Scram before I crush you like a can!"

"I am Hashim Ansari. I come from Oman to protect peace, and also fighting tournaments as of today. I hoped to learn what fighting styles people of other countries use, but this works just as well." the magenta marauder explains. As Abigail stands to /his/ full height though, Hashim finds himself having to look up for the first time in his life since childhood.

Still he does not fall back. Wickedness is afoot here, and cowardice would be unacceptable. "I see, the tales of giants in foreign lands were not so exaggerated. Are you saying you wish to be the champion of your comrades, to settle this matter in one-on-one combat? I accept! The only thing that will be crushed today is your evil ambitions, Mad Gear Abobo!"

He's definitely not listening.

"-ABOBO-?!" sputters Abigail in disbelief.

"Oh boy.." sighs Roxy who just gets up and starts to move away as if clearing the impending blast zone of an explosion.

"Back up, back up!" urges Axl to Two-P as they start the truck and try and quickly move it away as well as if fearing being used as a heavy object..truck and all..in the boiling anger that is rising to the surface of the Mad Gear titan.

"-ABOBO-!?" sputters Abigail once again, eyes dilating to pinpricks, "You confusing me with -that- idiot!?"

That seems to be enough. Abigail's skin turns bright red. His muscles start piling on mass and sinew, enlarging his body even -bigger- in visible scale. His Mad Gear print tee-shirt begins rending apart and the tire sized armbands begin distortin and ripping as his biceps balloon like boulders being piled atop each other under his flesh. Steam billows out of his nostrils.

"I'm about to stuff you back into your friggen lamp!"

At least he gets the djinn visual cues.

COMBATSYS: Abigail has started a fight here.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Hashim has joined the fight here.

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Hashim

Hashim barely acknowledges the underlings backing off from the impending smackdown, his eyes fully focused on the metaphorical bull about to charge him. That the giant becomes even more impressively huge causes him to whistle, taking up a fighting stance that might be identified as somewhere between karate and judo.

"My apologies. You look so alike, it is hard to tell the difference." the half-Jinn says with a mischievous chuckle. The comment about the lamp does prompt a huff of annoyance in return however. "I do not come from a lamp, you miscreant!"

This is accompanied by a quick forward dash, surprisingly light on his feet considering Hashim is only small in comparison to Abigail. A quick punch aimed at the scrap metal brawler's solar plexus starts things off for real.

COMBATSYS: Abigail just-defends Hashim's Quick Punch!

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Abigail          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Hashim

Indeed - bot bruisers are gigantic. The growing crowd of onlookers are basically children compared to them. Abigail's title of the Superhuman Hot-Rodder is well earned though as his scale is..something of an anomaly. Matched and exceeded only by the rarest of specimen - most of whom are truly supernatural.

That he compares to even them is something to consider. This is even more apparent when he just..basically stands there and lets the fist land right into his tightening and thickening body. A loud *FWHOOOOMPH* sounding as the force of the blow ripples across his rugged flesh but doesn't even move him from his spot.

"You're gonna have to do better then that!" he bellows, actually grinning now though it's more of a ..slasher flick grin then anything friendy. "If this is all the horsepower you have...then you're gonna have a problem keeping up with me! Try again but this time put the pedal to the floor for more vrooooom!!!"


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Abigail          0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0           Hashim

Hashim can feel those ripples traveling up his arm as well, his knuckles numb for a moment from punching what feels like solid oak. "A fearsome beast indeed! Then I will fell you with a thousand cuts if need be." he remarks, drawing in closer to wrap his arms around Abigail's trunk-like torso.

What may seem like a friendly hug (or just a total lack of self preservation instinct) quickly turns into a series of close-range knee strikes, though their difference in size means the Omani battler can't quite reach Abigail's ribs. Then again, it seems he may be trying to wear down that leg instead. Something about bigger things falling harder?

COMBATSYS: Abigail endures Hashim's Clinching Knee.

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Abigail          0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0           Hashim

"Heeey..not bad!"

Abigail's voice rumbles with..cheer? As if encouraging Hashim? It's an odd change to be sure considering how furious he seemed to be before.. But it seems that the half-djinn not backing down and then taking Abigail's urging of trying harder to heart impressed the goliath.

That doesn't mean the knee strikes don't bother him. Hashim is -not- small even if Abigail is larger and his knees plow repeatedly into Abigail's gigantic flank with force that would no doubt dent the side of an automobile even if Abigail himself remains sturdy and unmoved..weathering the assaults with his gargantuan frame..and then countering it by sweeping one of his arms down to try and wrap it around Hashim in a counter assault. His impossibly gigantic limb seeing to swallow the half djinn up from sight and crush him against his body with inescapable strength should he manage to get hold of him. His other arm comes up as this happens, balling up into a gigantic fist as if intending on pummeling Hashim with it while he has him pinned.

Instead..the fist lunges forward, pauses..and then a single finger flicks up..albiet with battering ram like strength in a demonstration of the giants sheer physical power should that wild assault actually land.

COMBATSYS: Hashim blocks Abigail's Red Leaf.

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Abigail          0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0           Hashim

It seems that Hashim should have considered more carefully his plan of attack, as he finds himself being swept up into Abigail's arms as easily as a kitten. In doing so, Abigail might even notice that the pink pummeler is actually significantly lighter than a man his size ought to be... but then, perhaps everyone is that light to such a mountain of muscle.

"I... thank you...?" the half-Jinn responds, with some difficulty due to the side of beef currently crushing him. He struggles to free himself, but the sight of that fist eastily the size of his own head forces a quick change of plans. Just barely in the nick of time, he pops an arm free to intercept the finger poke of doom, though the strength behind it still makes him wince and no doubt leaves quite the bruise for later.

However, this provides him the leverage he needs to raise up that free hand, flames enveloping it as the fingers stiffen into the classic knife hand of karate. If Abigail won't let go of him, then Hashim shall simply chop that tattooed face with the fury of Jinn fire!

COMBATSYS: Hashim successfully hits Abigail with Steel Cutter.

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Abigail          1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0           Hashim

"What the...yoowuch!"

That does it. The flames of his heritage come roaring against Abigail and searing into the body of a brute that's used to handling the red hot burning fervor of an overheated engine and scalding auto-parts.

This, however, he dislikes, and just as Hashim was hoping for, Abigail lurches backwards and away and lifts an arm up to release the half-djinn to clear some distance from the titan if he wishes to attempt doing so.

Abigail grimaces and glances at the scorch marks across his face which -- actually reveals that it's face paint not a tattoo! Just good ol'classic death metal paint applied to make him look a little tougher and meaner! Damaged now though. He spends so much time getting it right.

"Huh. You got some tricks!" he concedes before grinning and bringing a gigantic fist up, "All I got is PURE POWER!"

WIth that, he comes lunging in, the ground literally shaking with each step as he thunders out "BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!" in time with the concrete splintering footfalls while closing in after Hashim.

At the last second he pivots, his expansive muscled back seeming to widen, arms seeming to balloon as he coils up for a strike ..and then sends a single punch blazing for Hashim with such force the air itself seems to distort and part around the swing. "KABOOM!"

COMBATSYS: Hashim parries Abigail's Dynamite Punch!!

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Abigail          1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0           Hashim

The flames have barely dissipated from Hashim's hand before he slips out of Abigail's grasp, briefly noting the face paint for what it is. He shall henceforth correct his thinking on the matter! If he thinks about it at all, that is.

"The blood of Jinn flows in me. You could indeed say I have 'tricks'. Some even call it magic." he says with a hint of pride, snapping his fingers as another small flame appears at the tip of his thumb like a cigarette lighter. Unfortunately, this seems to go unappreciated for the time being, as the Canadian crusher comes charging in like a freight train full of nitroglycerin.

But this, this is something that Hashim is ready for. As the gianter giant winds up for an explosive punch, Hashim's eyes glint with recognition and, when the fist flies, his body glides in perfect tune with the blow. It's like trying to punch a cloud, the very force of the attack pushing the half-Jinn's body out of the way before it can connect.

And in the blink of an eye, Hashim capitalizes. Stepping in past Abigail's reach, he throws himself at the same leg he attacked earlier, seeking to trip the maple mountain to the ground and /twist/ on that limb with everything he's got.

COMBATSYS: Abigail fails to interrupt Rolling Kneebar EX from Hashim with Abi Lift.

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Abigail          1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0           Hashim


He wasn't expecting..well...-any- of that. Confusion reigns in the giants eyes as he turns about, trying to track the half-djinns gliding movements while also arresting his own momentum so as to not simply go thundering into the next row of automobiles. When Hashim comes lunging in like the rush of wind, Abigail turns and attempts to bring a tree trunk dwarfing arm down ..and then up again in a wide swinging arc that carries with it a shockwave of force.

He utterly misses and Hashim entwines his legs and sends him tumbling down to the ground with a tremendous impact that causes several rows of cars to go bouncing up and down and even ripples a shockwave back to the retreated Mad Gear cohorts and employees.

"Oooh..ouch.. Chief!" winces Axl while Two-P cheerfully downs a bag of chips. Roxy just shakes her head, "You dumb gorilla!"

Hashim himself even bounces from the force of Abigail's fall, though he's got that leg locked in too tight to be dislodged by the fall. Even the shockwave from the Canucklehead's attempted counterattack does little to dissuade him, though it does feel like a blast from an air cannon even if it doesn't strictly hurt.

"All you have is pure power, yes? But your power is wasted if you cannot hit me. Can a rolling boulder crush the wind? Of course not!" Hashim chides his opponent, finally changing tack and standing up with his feet planted on either side of Abigail's waist. That leg is held under his arm now, and it seems he's going for a half-Boston Crab!

But then, this may be just the chance the death metal giant needs...

COMBATSYS: Abigail endures Hashim's Medium Throw.

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Abigail          1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1           Hashim


Abigail's rumble of discomfort and pain ripples through the air and the earth both, probably confirming for Hashim what that rumbling ire earlier was if he is willing to cast his mind back to that moment before this brawl begin. "The hell's going on!?" he fumes, a sudden fury rising in him once more. Hashim would feel the pressure rising. The behemoths physique once more enlarging as unfeasible strength boils through him.. visibly swellng his body and cracking the very ground beneath the two giants from the added pressure.

Like a bucking bull, Abigail lunges upward, pushing himself up from the ground and Hashim from his body as he rights himself and thunders to his feet in a surprising move of agility despite his elephantine bulk.

"So you want the redline! Time to push it!" he declares with that loud booming roar of his and then he's suddenly lunged skywards in a rebounding jump that twists his body and then sends both of his feet blasting outward for Hashim in a dropkick that would likely dislodge the foundation of many structure were it to strike them. "VROOOOOM!"

COMBATSYS: Hashim fails to counter Ontario Drop from Abigail with Stepping Throw.

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Abigail          1/---====/=======|=======\=====--\1           Hashim

The leviathan beneath Hashim flexes once more, the cracks in the ground forcing him to adjust his footing. However, that's just enough, and the genie man finds himself unable to keep himself grounded as Abigail's angry outburst throws him off. He tucks into a roll as he hits the ground, springing back into a standing position with the agility of a circus performer, his gaze casting about for a moment before...

He looks up. The enormous meat mountain falling at him feet-first is like a furious meteor dropping onto an unsuspecting dinosaur. He tries to move, to conjure up some of that fluid grace he showed before, maybe even redirect the dropkick into a throw of some kind. It's just too late.

The sound of impact is like thunder, cracking across the parking lot as Hashim is sent hurtling into the car next to the Mad Gears' monster truck. The driver's side door completely caves in, the glass blowing out of all the windows, and the alarm blares like an emergency siren for how much that /hurt/. For a time, the fuschia fighter lays still, red beads of blood beginning to show from numerous small cuts.

But then, his hand grabs onto the doorframe, and with a pained groan he pulls himself out of the car and stumbles to his feet. Coughing and sputtering, he holds onto his ribs to check for breaks- ouch, yep. But still, he isn't ready to throw in the towel, which he makes clear with a sideward glance at Axl, Roxy, and Two-P, his pearly white teeth flashing in a grin that could be described as manic.

"A... very formidable foe indeed. Like the dragons of myth. But hear this, I will... nngh... will not shrink from evil." Hashim grunts, taking his fighting stance again in defiance of the superhuman scrapper. "Come, worthy enemy. I will not let you disrupt this gathering. My... huff... body be a shield to your wicked ways."

The ground shakes. Windows rattle. Abigail walks. A steady booming footfall that takes him after the flight of Hashim in a slow inexorable approach that would likely pancake cars if he were to tread over top them in making a beeline right for the far-flung half-djinn.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop playin' with ya.." he rumbles though as Hashim makes his presence known again and stands up, once more defiant, Abigail just peers at him.

And he pauses..and stops.

For a moment or two, he remains silent before he finally smacks his forhead and then bellows, "-Wicked Ways!? Are you kidding me?? Is that what this is about?! Dammit, I'm a legit business owner now! A regular ol'tax payin' upstanding citizen!"

Mind you, there are still trouble making Mad Gear but for the most part it's mischief making with occasional trouble and gang based battles. NOt that the distinction is that important in the here and now.

"Man..I should turn you into paste.." he rumbles before finally lifting a huge hand up and pointing at him, "We're leaving. I aint gonna fold you like a chair. Instead - I'm gonna be an upstandin' citizen! So count yerself lucky, chum. Yer too brave for yer britches.."

"I guess he likes the guy." interprets Roxy, being well versed in understanding Abigail-Speech. "No sense in beating up on him over a misunderstanding." opines Axl, "At least out here. I doubt The Chief wants that sorta rumor spreading while he's a sponsor."

COMBATSYS: Abigail takes no action.

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Abigail          1/---====/=======|=======\=====--\1           Hashim

Here Hashim is, ready to die valiantly in the name of protecting innocent lives, and then it turns out that the mighty beast he's been doing battle with isn't even out for blood to begin with? He can't believe it! The internet has a record of this man's wrongdoings! Would someone really lie on the internet?

"Oh. Okay." the Jinn warrior says rather anticlimactically. He sounds... deflated, disappointed, maybe even a little lost for what else to say. Relaxing his stance, he awkwardly shuffles back toward his discarded clothing and rummages for his phone again. Pulling up that page which is still open, he scrolls down a few more lines and...

Takes another deep breath, which is cut short by another wince as his ribs protest. "Hrrrgh... Ahem. My mistake. I am new to this country, and did not read fully. My humblest apologies for the- hurk- inconvenience." he continues, donning the tunic and turban once more. "But should you return to the dark side, I will face you again! After I have healed."

And thus he takes his leave in search of the nearest pharmacy.

COMBATSYS: Abigail has left the fight here.

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COMBATSYS: Hashim has ended the fight here.

Log created on 23:16:01 08/11/2023 by Abigail, and last modified on 13:29:04 08/12/2023.