Whoever said wrestling was fake? (OPEN)

[tomonari]

He continued to stare at the zombie until it fell to the ground, oddly enough, that strike finishing it off. Granted, perhaps it had been beaten up a bit before reaching here, so that could have explained why that frying pan strike was sufficient. This is really considering the fact that typically, Tomonari can't do much damage with a frying pan as opposed to a baseball bat. In any case, everything was quiet now, with no other zombies in sight. Looking over at Haggar, who seemed to be speaking with the boy now, the teenager became a bit confused at what the man was talking about. Tomonari wasn't familiar with this world still, so people such as this 'El Fuerte' and places like Mexico were still extremely foreign to him. Granted, Tomonari got the odd feeling that some of these things were rather similar to things on his homeworld.

However, he would have to think about that later, especially since Tomonari wasn't in any position to really start thinking clearly. Watching the man go to the store's entrance, the boy was curious as to what Haggar was doing. The building was sealed off by various boards. It was reasonable why it was though, considering the zombie infested city. Jumping in surprise, it appeared as though Haggar didn't seem to care much, and merely slammed the boards off of the store's entrance. Staring at the result, the boy thought to himself, "I-I... think that was there for a reason...." Sighing, Tomonari still wasn't sure if being with Haggar was such a great idea. Then again, the man seemed more familar with everything right now, so Haggar remained Tomonari's best bet.

Walking closer towards the now open store, the boy looked inside for a moment. It appeared as though there would be more problems to deal with than just the zombies. Rather, there was now the fact that nobody, no customer, employee, or even a manager, was in the store. "Th-This...... i-is bad...", Tomonari said, now both worried and confused. From the looks of this, he essentially dragged Haggar with him for nothing, more than likely wasting the man's time. Turning towards the man, the boy looked up at him, "I-I-I'm s-sorry.. if I-I knew it w-would be empty, I wouldn't h-have taken you here..."

[WUZ WESKY-KINS]

That damn Chris Redfield was still alive though the drop certainly should have killed him. Unlike some people who claim to have some form of intelligence when disposing of a complete and utter nuisance, he actually followed up to make certain that the job was done properly. How some of them slipped past his grasp was actually a mystery in quite a few scenarios...especially this one. That annoying muscle bound fool who used to work under him oh so long ago just had this uncanny knack for survival. All the other times had an explanation...except this one which was quite irritating to say the least and every single survivor who was in charge of making that trap flawless were being put to good use...or better use. Either way they failed him and that wasn't going to be tolerated for so much as a second! Where a blood splatter should have been blood splatter decorated with organs and a pleasantly mangled worm of a human being was seemingly untainted ground with just a bit of evidence that the should have been dead victim was in the area. Of course...he cleaned it up and gave Jill as well as the rest of the BSAA he STILL has to destroy the impression that their beloved Chris was in fact deceased so he and his men would be the only ones looking for him. According to his plethora of sources though...Chris was possibly somewhere in the area.

All of the incompetence and failure drew him to New York and handle things on his own this time...and of course to collect the proper combat data required to fill in all the little holes of his research. Though...in his search for the pesky roach, Chris Redfield...it seemed he stumbled upon something quite curious to say the least....the VERY least actually. Normally a mayor would stay safe and sound with all their body guards and what have you but the mayor for THIS city was far different and was actually out and about handling the undead distraction issue. Of course he did his homework and knew a great deal in regards to the good ol' mayor of New York...someone who would provide excellent combat data and perhaps even a useful test subject in due time. That boy though...from following the duo in a stealthy fashion from the shadows told him was worth looking into due to his powers. Ah...there was just so much wonderful combat data being gathered in this whole catastrophe...it was just as useful as he anticipated it to be and this frying pan wielding boy was a damn good example of it. Though...his abilities seemed to be a bit different from some of the mutants and creatures of the night he was experimenting on and observing as of late.

"Hn...it seems this isn't a complete waste of my time after all..." muttering those words to himself in that American British accent of his he began using since keeping Tricell on a lovely little leash, commenting about the situation. His tone, though left unheard due to keeping it hush hush, was laced by a dark undertone but obviously intrigued by all of this. All according to plan...even if they disposed of his precious Tyrant...perhaps now it was time to "congratulate" them himself. Seeing that they were headed off to some boarded up store...the man with the plan figured it'd be far more interesting if he went with the element of surprise. Besides! The blonde with shades figured the element of surprise would be best...plus he could use them to test one of his other beautiful creations...one which would prove to be more difficult since he had to help the biological weapons of destruction evolve to aid in his scheme to aid the world in his own fashion. Sprinting around corners and some drunken infected hobo who would soon become part of the vicious cycle he created to get behind the building...it wasn't even like he was running due to his fast pace. In fact, it was like he teleported from his previous location to behind the abandoned, boarded up market to face the back door and rammed his palm through it like some sort of hardcore kung fu expert people would only see in the movies...or underground fighting tournaments moments before walking through the rubble created by a god.

From mere observation, it looked as though there was no one here at all...however they were on opposite sides of the same building and he could certainly hear them like they probably could have heard him. Being in the storage area had its benefits in this store...not only for the element of surprise but there seemed to be someone within proximity of him at this very moment breathing in a panicked fashion as though the world was crashing down on whoever was left. Well...they WERE in a bad part of town in terms of the remaining zombies...not everyone had the ability to take out his little creations. Perhaps it would be interesting to toy with the unlikely duo rather than try to paint himself out to be some sort of hero. After all, he DID have a bounty on his head from the B.S.A.A and chances were someone like the mayor were already aware of it. Methodical, perhaps even calculated steps guided him toward the sign of life in the storage area reaching into his coat only to pull out a syringe which contained something rather unusual since it looked almost like a parasite in orange liquid. Now this person wasn't exactly unarmed...you see he had a somewhat bloodied fire extinguisher with some dents here like it was no stranger to being smacked against someone's skull.

Before Wesker could even be noticed, he used a very small fragment of his godly speed to ram the needle into the man's spine with a slight reddish glow to his eye for a moment with the composure of an individual who only had care for himself. Pulling the syringe out before dropping it on the ground, as if to intentionally leave some form of evidence to freak out the B.S.A.A or anyone familiar with the horrors of bioterrorism. Those blood curdling screams of the man would more than likely alert anyone with the ability to hear as his flesh was ripping and contorting into a monster of some kind only at the beginning stages. After all...his transformation wasn't exactly a walk in the park! Turning his head attention away from the victim, his gaze fixated toward the area where Mike Haggar and his side kick just so happened to be. Now all he had to do was wait for them to bite the bait...

[haggar]

Haggar slowly walked inside. Yeah, like the boards were there for a reason. This place was deader than Belger. "Don't be apologetic, kid. We found ourselves a good place to hole up." the Mayor said walking into the deserted and dusty store. It looked like nobody had been here in some time. However, at this time another sound of crashing was heard. "Keep your eyes peeled, something's around here.. Doubt it's friendly either. call it intuition but Haggar knew when something was ready for a fight. As he approached he heard yet another noise, somewhat like screaming.

"Stay back, this sounds pretty dangerous. Haggar knew this kid could defend himself well but couldn't help but play the hero. It was all part of his charm really, he'd fight for the people so they didn't have to themselves. After all, nobody wants to have to go up against an enemy and so they need a saviour. As Haggar walked forward he kept an eye on Tomo to make sure he was close by.

Mike was now following the horrifying noise of screaming and the sound of flesh tearing. It was almost as if he could hear the metamorphosis happening. This whole zombie crap just wasn't right. Nobody should force someone to live a life as a rotting monster. However, the small amount he knew about the zombies he'd heard from the various BSAA operatives who worked within America, those being the team of Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine. Not much was known about what happened to Chris and it was always on Haggar's mind to try and find answers.

(Sorry it's a bit short, wrote it late at night)

[tomonari]

"O-Oh... r-right...", the boy said in response, staying close to the main he managed to put at least a little trust in. Compared to the insanity going on outside, this place was a sanctuary. Granted, it was a dusty, dirty, and eerily quiet, sanctuary, but one either way. For a few moments, Tomonari tried to calm himself down some more, which it worked for that short amount of time. However, he jumped in fright when a crash was heard from somewhere inside the store, "EEK!" Looking around frantically, the boy tried to determine where it came from, but his head was becoming fogged up by his panicked state. It was then that something along the lines of a scream was heard, which made Tomonari even more worried.

Listening to Haggar was something the teenager was definately up for. No way did he want to be here with something scary alone. The frying pan was now reattatched to his bag, knowing fully well that the boy himself wasn't about to hit something anytime soon. At least, until he had some reassurance. It was at this point that Tomonari was hiding behind Haggar, staying close to New York's mayor. From there, the boy was careful not to get in the way of Haggar's walking, and also made sure nothing was about to pop out of nowhere. Then again, things always popped out of nowhere, and it wasn't as though Tomonari was the best fighter. It was more like he was merely a novice. On his world, his fighting abilities were equivalent to that of a rookie level digimon.

As he walked behind his current partner, Tomonari was becoming more and more frightened each and every footstep. Giant monsters and creatures of mythology were okay with him, but flesh ripping zombies? It definately was going to take time for the boy to get used to, although it was still rather strange how he thought zombies were a big deal. Still, Tomonari was there, and it was definate that there was no way to turn back now. Not that he'd want to without Haggar at this point.

[WUZ WESKY-KINS]

Soon this world would have the biggest population control in history and he'd be the one who hand picked the rare few which would acquire the honor to live in his world. Musing to himself on how he would make this world to better suit his image as the new infected began to develop claws...not to mention his bone structure readjusting itself at such a rapid pace. Listening intently to not only the music to his ears screams but also the footsteps approaching him and...well...a voice that was all too familiar. One of a public figure known as Mike Haggar, the mayor of New York and if he worked hard enough: President of the United States. Even if he couldn't eliminate the Scottish wrestler who could pile drive a shark, gathering combat date from the big oaf would suffice as well. It wasn't long before the infected fool had bones ripping out of his body, sharp teeth...especially those nasty little canine teeth, and now it was looking like something crossed between T-001 and a werewolf...with a severe lack of fur. Even though there was still the issue of its enlarged heart protruding out of its chest, at least now it had some rips covering it making the task of hitting that weak spot much harder.

However, due to the patches of flesh being exposed here and there with blood lightly oozing with a mixture of greenish puss could make one think THOSE were the vulnerable points to hit at first glance. Certainly this wasn't what the man with a plan wearing sunglasses would call a complete success...but it definitely was an interesting thing which was sturdier than T-001 and any average werewolf on the street. Besides, the undead creature with bloodshot eyes sniffed out something and couldn't help bout let out a ferocious howl. "Go." That's all he had to say to the experiment and...well it rushed toward the muscle man and his little pal. That's right....this beast was obedient like a hound to its crazy, power hungry master. Following in its path which was pretty much destroying anything in the way like a bulldozer on crack, fixating his gaze upon the odd duo with a bit of a smirk as though he knew damn well their demise was on the way and he'd see it happen.

Did he care about hurting children? No, not really....the only exception was little Sherry Birkin...but that was a whole other story an completely different ball game due to plans involving his good friend William Birkin.... "Well if it isn't the mayor of New York himself and his new little side kick....are you out here looking for your dear Jessica?" Those words were DEFINITELY in a taunting, demeaning tone directed toward a certain someone whose daughter had a habit of getting kidnapped. Aaand the monstrous creature? Well that thing was jumping at the throat of whoever was closest to it, ready to pounce and make that individual their meal...or snack...

[haggar]

Haggar scowled at the possible danger ahead. He knew there was a serious problem with biological weapons, the zombie phenomenon was distinctly hard to believe though. He had ties to the S.T.A.R.s unit in Raccoon City and knew Chris Redfield well before a disappearance happened. He had no real knowledge of what Chris had seen as anything that happened there was no disclosure allowed. Haggar wouldn't have wanted to know in the first place, if something is a secret, chances are it's for a damn good reason. However, now Haggar knew just about what was going on, zombies. He knew damn well exactly who was behind them as well. Albert Wesker, so far the extent of his crimes hadn't quite hit the media. He was high on the most wanted lists having evaded capture countless times, yet they never specified exactly what he'd done. According to old friends Haggar knew he was ex police and a traitor to S.T.A.R.s.

Haggar knew something was up when he heard some really disturbing noises ahead. It was certainly something that would have made a weaker man turn and run, but not Haggar. Mike was a true hero, he fought for those who had no way to defend themselves. He fought for his city and didn't let anyone take it from him. Mike cracked his knuckles, looking back at the spindly teenage boy to make sure nothing was wrong. However, that thing Haggar knew was out there decided to strike, looking like something akin to a monster from a horror movie charging towards the duo.

"Do what you can, kid. Just try not to get yourself killed. We can take this!" Haggar said with a grimace as he crouched into a fighting stance with his arms to the side, glaring his dark brown eyes to the horrific being that was about to strike. He knew he had to act fast. Seeing the monster charge towards the young teen, he moved Tomonari out of the way and reacted by pushing the being back, receiving a claw to the chest in retaliation. Haggar growled a little and spin in a circle with his arms outward. "RARRRGHHH" the massive wrestler yelled as he pulled off one of his trademark wrestling moves, the spinning lariat, keeping the monster at bay. However, he wasn't quite expecting the puppet master of this whole operation to have come out so early. "Hmmph, you're a little smaller than I expected..." he said in a demeaning tone, staring at the blond man wearing sunglasses. Haggar shook off the mention of his daughter. It was well known that Shadaloo and Mad Gear had kidnapped Jessica Haggar a few times for ransom, almost every time was a complete failure.