Description: With the calls of a real American Sports Team coming together, the open tryouts brings the boxing fiend Senna Chaiket of Thailand against the... basketball... the basketball fighter Lucky Glauber. Who's claim to 'flame' is tht he can put his basketball on fire, without burning it. Senna might not be interested in a sport team, but the chance to make her face seen in busting open faces will be something the whole world will consider. But the question remains: Is boxing actually a sport? <Winner: Senna>
USA Sports Team, huh.
The cruise liner sails through the Gulf of Mexico, making its rounds through the Bahamas. A luxurious cruise ship, it was normally made for the catering of the rich and idle, letting them enjoy a wonderful vacation as they went through. A different kind of entertainment would be for today though, as the the top deck was cleared for the great big basketball court. The riders were expecting, at first, just a game, right?
But then word comes around that there was to be a -fight-
The 7-foot tall man dribbles the basketball across the court with startling speed. Reaching the end, he sends up a layout, letting the ball slip down. Lucky Glauber wasn't a basketball star. Nope. He was a fighter. It just was so, that the only way he could warm up was with a round of basketball or two. Snapping up the basketball, he dribbles back, before turning and shooting for another 2 pointer. It was routine. It was repetitive. But it was warming him up, loosening him and limbering him up. He needed to be ready. A fight was coming up soon. And he needed to either prove himself... or find a potential team mate.
After all, he had his invitation right here.
"Sports Team? Eh..." Well, boxing technically is a sport, and though she isn't exactly licensed by the United States Boxing Federation, she was at one time, so... it still counts?
This is her first time on a cruise liner; she's spent a great deal of time making sure she doesn't look overly impressed, though really it's not her style to be overly impressed at all. She's certainly taken advantage of some of the amenities, particularly the bar, so she might smell a little bit of alcohol--whiskey, the good stuff--as she walks out onto the deck. She's... deliberately dressed as she almost always is--black tanktop, olive-drab fatigue pants, shitkicker combat boots, and her hands wrapped in medical tape, but not gloved up, leaving her fingers free.
She smells of alcohol but she looks remarkably steady--only the slightest pink to her eyes--as she regards the basketball-bouncing figure ahead of her.
"Shit, you're a tall fucker. Gonna have to jump to pound your face in."
Lucky didn't even act like he noticed as Senna came on the court.
Not at first, as least. He was focusing on his drills, his routine, his warm ups. AS the boxer works her way across to the basketball fighter, he finally stops his warmups dead, snatching the ball off a rebound in both hands. The towering star looks down at the salty Senna, and just says one word at that.
"Shiiiit."
Lucky says, dribbling the ball in place as he looks down at Senna. "You've been drinkin' or something? Man, I don't got time for a rummy." He continues to bounce the ball, as he gives an exaggerated look to the audience now forming around them. Rolling his neck, he just shrugs. "Aight though. Just remember you are facing me down on my turf. This is my court. My rules." And then, he lifts up the ball, spinning it on one finger, before clamping both hands on it, staring down hard at his opponent.
"My game."
COMBATSYS: Lucky has started a fight here.
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Lucky 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Senna has joined the fight here.
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Lucky 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Senna
Senna smirks up at the tall man. "Yeah? Well maybe you like playin' with your balls but I'm not interested in that." It's showy, but she makes a point of cracking her knuckles as she closes in on the big man, popping them audibly even through the tape covering them.
It's really only a matter of a couple of steps--one moment she's walking normally, the next she's transitioned into her boxing stance. Another moment and she's launched herself into a boxer's duck-and-lunge, closing the distance to Lucky in a flash. He's definitely got the height and reach advantage; she'll have to get in close and -stay- in close to do any damage, and so as she's lunging, she's also drawing back a right fist; she'll hammer it out in a straight punch right for Lucky's gut as she closes in.
COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Lucky with Straight Punch.
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Lucky 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Senna
Was she really calling him out?
Lucky just wanted to show off his Basketball Fu, slam a few ducks, and get the attention of Brian, or maybe somebody else. Basketball Fu is pretty visual, you know? But Senna was just getting up all in here like a player hater. As she eases into her boxing stance, Lucky holds up his ball, ready to use it to deflect. As the woman comes in with a right, he gets ready to push the blow aside-
He can't push it aside.
Lucky clearly underestimated the pure power that the woman had in her corner, because as he pushes against that fist the ball pops right out of his hand. The blow hammers in, smashing right into the towering figure's gut. "Gurgh!" He groans as he stumbles back, the basketball bounding away. Stumbling back, the basketball player grabs his gut. She had momentum. And she wasn't gonna start. And Lucky didn't have the ball. He needed space, and fast. Lashing out his long leg, Lucky attempts to slam his knee hard into Senna's face, to slow down the relentless pounding that was coming.
"God damn woman can't you slow down!?"
COMBATSYS: Senna dodges Lucky's Light Kick.
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Lucky 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Senna
Senna pulls back from the punch and feels the displacement of air as Lucky drives his knee towards her head. Were she feeling more ornery she might try to elbow block it, or punch it out of position; instead she relies on her boxing training and weaves out of the way. "Slow down? What, and let you get those long arms and legs into play? Fuck no."
To match her words she moves in again, driving forward with a rapid series of left jabs, aiming for the area she already hit--maybe to get Lucky to drop his guard for a quick uppercut--almost really a right punch launched practically vertically--for his chin.
COMBATSYS: Lucky fails to interrupt Rapid Combo from Senna with Lucky Vision.
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Lucky 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Senna
Oh this wasn't Lucky at all.
As the basketball fighter throws out the kick, the boxer weaves around the attack, and positions herself perfect for a follow up. Well, Lucky wasn't gonna allow that. As the basketball fighter begins to glow alight with blue energy, he actually attempts to charge right past her, the star's speed suddenly bolting up.
Shame it didn't do much in regards to not being punched.
Running right into the first punch, the larger fighter can't muster enough force to overcome the raw offense of the brawler. The furious follow up leaves him stunned for the follow up jabs, and finally, the finishing uppercut. The blow sends him upwards, tumbling head over heels right for the basketball. The crowd roars; they had expected basketball show. But this?
This was some top notch brawling.
Senna is not the type to pull back. She's always been bullheaded, both in and out of the ring. It's either a great way to work out her aggression or the cause of it, depending on which of her school counselors you would have talked to back in the 8th grade. So she follows the bouncing Lucky--on him mercilessly. He's so tall that getting in good head shots requires a lot of work--except when he's down as he is now.
So she surges in, actually letting out a war cry, a wordless almost-roar as she hammers in with a hard right hook that she doesn't stop, carrying the followthrough around in a quick spin for another right hook, both aimed solidly for the downed Lucky's temple.
A true stunning blow taught to every boxer, and one of Senna's specialities.
COMBATSYS: Lucky blocks Senna's Double Hammer.
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Lucky 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Senna
Lucky was trying to even himself up.
As he scrambles back up into a stand, he is quick to grab the basketball. Lifting it up, already Senna is on him. This time, he has a tight grip on the basketball, and the first head shot is quickly deflected by a well-timed jab of the basketball. The second right hook, however, comes with a twist of the shoulder. The blow lands harshly into his joint; the only victory is that it didn't come hammering into the head.
But now he was on his feet.
"Think fast!" Lucky calls out, as suddenly, almost impossibly, the basketball erupts into flame. Raising it high up, he leaps high into the air. And with a grunt, he just slams that ball straight down, straight for the top of Senna's head. This was pure basketball, pure play.
And pure power, if he could aim it right.
COMBATSYS: Senna dodges Lucky's Death Dunk.
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Lucky 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Senna
Boxing reflexes save her; she performs that ducking backstep that boxers are so well known for, unable to quite stifle a look of incredulous surprise as the basketball craters the floor before bouncing away. She's -really- glad she didn't just take that in the head. That might've caused some brain damage.
And anyone who knows Senna will know that she doesn't really have too many brains to let be damaged. "Shit, man, watch it with that thing," she quips, driving in to clinch with the tall man--well, sort of. It'll put her head basically squarely in his sternum--but from here, and, well, with her lack of anything remotely resembling 'honor', she can slam those fists into the most tender parts of Lucky's anatomy--and then shove him off balance.
COMBATSYS: Lucky dodges Senna's Violent Clinching.
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Lucky 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Senna
"Ah shit man!"
Lucky's words come out as the basketball hits the court, bouncing away. She was too fast, too aggressive, too... everything. As the basketball misses, already the girl was surging in.
And Lucky just gets out of there.
The images come again, this time from a backdash. The basketball fighter lunges out of the full clinch, just pushing away with those long limbs and getting out of there. "God damn girl!" He states as he eases backwards. Shifting momentum, he lowers himself low. It was an opening. But he was coming right on back. Picking up speed, the taller man comes roaring in, hurling out a hand chop right for the midsection. It was a little slow considering the backdash, but maybe, just maybe it would catch her off guard...
Or it could just get a facepunch in response.
COMBATSYS: Senna interrupts Medium Punch from Lucky with Jolt Hammer.
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Lucky 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Senna
The parry is almost like a karate parry; Senna gets her left forearm inside Lucky's reach and uses it to lever the punch away from her face. But at the same time--she's returning fire.
How? Yet another hook punch, that hard right hand whistling in to take Lucky right in the.. well, probably the midsection, given the differences in height. She prefers to hit people in the head when she can, there's nothing more satisfying than causing a concussion, but that's just not really practical right here, against this man. So she'll take a crushing blow to the ribs instead.
"Can't believe _you_ got an invite," she says, under her breath, as she settles back into her stance, reaching up with her left hand to flick her thumb across her nose, like it itched.
Oh god she was punching.
She dips in low enough to avoid the face. But that was the only good news. As Senna slips past the man's offense, Lucky gets another staggering bodyblow. Groaning in pain, the man stumbles back hard, collapsing to the ground as a weakness just overtakes him. And she... mocks him? Anger spreads across his face as he shoots up, and then... reaches down to his waist.
"You better believe I got an invite!"
The basketball star whips out an invitation from... somewhere. Better not dwell on it. Clutching it hard in his hand, he points a long finger at Senna, glaring down at the woman, clutching his body with his other hand. Crunching the paper, he stuffs it in his shorts, and then opens both hands wide, palms out. Lunging in, the basketball fighter attempts to seize up Senna like one would grab an angry cat. And then, he would turn around... towards.. towards the basketball net...
And throw her right up at the baseboard.
COMBATSYS: Senna dodges Lucky's Strong Throw.
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Lucky 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Senna
Senna keeps pace with the basketball star; as a boxer, she instinctively knows ranges that well. "What," she says, as Lucky stuffs the invite down his shorts, "you think that's gonna stop me? I'll pound it right out of there, big man, and you won't like it when I do!"
She ducks back as he lunges, and then, as he whiffs that grab, she lunges forward again, arms up and cocked--not opening her guard but clearly in a prepatory position. Closing in, she fires off a rapid flurry of left jabs, similar to a move she pulled earlier--but these are much faster and more numerous, and if they hit, they'll open up Lucky's guard for a punishing, hammering right--straight to the groin. Just as promised.
COMBATSYS: Lucky blocks Senna's Shotgun Driver.
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Lucky 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Senna
Oh no not the groin.
As Lucky lunges in to catch the agile boxer, the woman is already repositioning. Lucky was tall, and he could fight. But Senna was... something else. As the woman comes rocketing in, the man could only get his guard up, catching and blocking those jabs as they build up to the finish: the dick punch. When that comes, Lucky is able to catch it roughly, wincing just at the thought of it. And then, shoving back, he steps back.
And right back forward into the air.
Bounding high up, Lucky points to the sky. Chi courses over him as he balls up both hands, as if he was dunking another basketball. BUT THERE WAS NO BASKETBALL. Arcing high over Senna, both hands come slamming down as he cries aloud.
"CHAOS DUNK!"
And as he slams down, a pillar of light bursts up.
COMBATSYS: Lucky successfully hits Senna with Hell Bound.
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Lucky 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Senna
Shit. Chi. Senna -hates- fighting people who can fling fireballs and shit. Probably because she never learned that--boxing isn't big on projectiles--and she never would've had the temperament or the talent to produce things like that otherwise. Her plan is to just bull rush through it, but the Chaos Dunk is too powerful for that; it flings her back to bounce along the court a couple times before she arrests her momentum and rises up.
"I really, really *hate* that shit," she growls, wiping blood from the corner of her mouth, picking up speed as she runs--then throwing herself forward with a yell, jumping forward and cocking her right hand back to deliver a smashing overhand punch for Lucky's face--or chest--or whatever she can hit.
COMBATSYS: Lucky dodges Senna's Hook Punch.
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Lucky 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 Senna
The momentum was shifting.
As the dunk comes, the basketball fighter blows the boxer in the air. Gasping hard for air, he quickly gets on his feet again. "Yeah, well just deal with it!" Lucky calls back, as the woman comes roaring in with a punch of punches. Lucky is able to bring his arms out, to get the spacing in... and with the spacing, he is able to adjust his footwork. He was tall, yeah, but he was agile. As long as he wasn't sent head over heels. Dipping under and over the jumping punch, he is now behind her.
And now in position to follow up.
Lucky was rising in the air, launching up with a kick of his own. This time, a hard kick upwards, and should he make the apex, he would finish up with a dropping axe kick, attempting to spike Senna down HARD on the court. He was getting his rhthym back. It was clear that while Lucky was down?
He wasn't out just yet
COMBATSYS: Senna parries Lucky's Death Heel!
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Lucky 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Senna
Senna's reaction is instant, instinctive; she shifts her body, uses her arms, and deflects away from Lucky's rising kick, shifting her body underneath him as he rises. But she doesn't just wait there--she tracks his arc, and follows him. It's almost unhurried, the way she's doing it--waiting for him to touch down. But lest one think it's out of a sense of honor or fair play, no. It's just that she wants him grounded for the next assault on his pride--and his body.
The moment his feet touch she's charging in, throwing a one-two left jab-right straight combination and using it as cover to rush in, seeking to crush Lucky's sternum with a hard short uppercut right to the center of his chest, to be finished off with a left cross to the same point.
It's a true flurry of attacks, a dazzling showcase of the kind of skills she learned as a trainee, that she never really got to showcase in the ring.
COMBATSYS: Senna blitzes into action and acts again!
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Lucky 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Senna
COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Lucky with Shift Combination EX.
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Lucky 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Senna
COMBATSYS: Senna successfully hits Lucky with Rapid Combo.
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Lucky 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Senna
Oh no.
As Lucky goes for the counter-kick, it becomes very obvious that no, that was NOT a reversal. The kick is deflected, and now Senna was tracking the man, tracking the basketball fighter as he began his descent. He quickly adjusts himself, he does everything he can to try and mitigate the fall. But there is no way to block the jabs as they come, no way to evade them. And when the final uppercut into cross comes, the man is sent hurtling towards the basketball pole. With a clang, he smashes into it hard, bending the pole badly. For a moment, he just... slouches there, sitting in place.
And finally, he musters a rise.
"I'm not..." He begins, whipping out his invitation again. "i'm not.... gonna let this invite down!" He belts out as he begins to bolt towards Senna. Picking up more and more speed, he burns his body as he throws himself into overdrive. Hurling himself out, he begins to hurl out a wild, desperate chain of kicks, all in the air. He was fighting, fighting desperately, fighting for his last chance. The flailing kicks come, and Lucky would try and drive her back...
Before collapsing right down, cross court.
Invite still in hand.
COMBATSYS: Lucky can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Lucky successfully hits Senna with Lucky Driver.
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Wasn't expecting that. Senna reacts a hair late, throwing herself to the side, trusting in her reflexes and speed to get her out--but a moment's hesitation costs her. She is caught in that storm of kicks, flailed about for a brief--long--moment, hurled out of the storm after another few moments, slamming down onto the court a moment or two after Lucky lands.
For a moment it looks as though Lucky's gotten his measure of revenge; but then Senna groans, and pushes up to her elbows, then slowly onto her feet. "Fucker," she mutters, limping over to the collapsed Lucky, studying him for a moment, then ripping that invite straight out of his hand.
"Fucker," she says, a little louder, then flips the unconscious baller off before turning away. She needs more whiskey.
COMBATSYS: Senna has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:39:26 05/15/2016 by Senna, and last modified on 12:52:57 05/18/2016.