Description: Hayley takes a break from Spangles drama, to focus on her own training in the Neo League. Her opponent? Former Rookie Champ Sven Maesters. The two throw down, as the wrestler gives her an unique opportunity. <Winner: Sven>
The legend of Jiuzhaigou, in northern Sichuan, is that a divine being once gave a beautiful clear mirror to a goddess. She dropped the mirror, and as the shards fell to earth they became the many lakes of the valley. Considering the crystal clarity of the turquoise-blue waters -- a color like the clearest of tropical seas -- scattered among the valley, it's a legend many tourists can believe in. Preservation efforts by the Chinese have kept this valley in pristine condition, a testament to the varied and beautiful landscapes of the nation.
Many rivers and streams flow down from the Minshan range into the valley, feeding the lakes with meltwater. In many cases these waterways move across relatively short but very wide elevations, creating impressive waterfalls such as these. Located near Arrow Bamboo Lake, this waterfall is likely no higher than 9-10 feet, about the height of a tall tree. Water from the mountains rushes over it on the way to the lake, moving over erratic stone ledges to create many streams whipped to pure white before they fall into a basin full of the sea-green water typical of the Jiuzhaigou lakes. The water in the basin is actually quite shallow in most places, but even at its deepest the crystal-clear water allows one to see all the way to the bottom. Tall trees surround the area, with ancient branches and leaves and other detritus of the forest caught along in the river flow littering the waters of the basin.
Sven Maesters, the former worldwide Rookie champion, was sitting by the basin. His boots, socks wolf pelt cloak, and mask were at his side as he dips his legs into the water. Kicking at it, he lets his feet soak. It wasn't warm, it was quite cold. But the hairy Swede was just taking in the water. Traveling around the world, it was worth it to appreciate some of the sights. The disgraced wrestler had taken his luck in with the Neo League, to gin up support for his next rookie attempt. After a rather good showing against Maxima that ended up as a loss, his next opponent was a more equal matchup. Hayley Bretherton, otherwise known as Aussie Spangles. Well, was known that, Sven Maesters has read the latest articles on it, and was getting wary about that kind of title.
It was a tough time to be a Spangles it sounded like.
It is certainly a rough time to be a Spangles, especially following Hayley's last encounter with Jezebel and Pepper. Even so, Hayley has stuck to her guns. It took her a little while to heal up after she pounded on that barricade, but now that she has, she is looking to better herself.
Unfortunately, this came with one condition from her mother: try to stay in China for a while. While Hayley was ever the world traveler, she agreed to her mother's condition and has taken it as a chance to study her second homeland's long and varied martial arts history.
Being able to sneak in a Neo League match with a visitor to China is an added plus! If she can't leave, maybe other fighters will come to her.
Hayley approaches the lakes from another angle, dressed in her workout pants, a black tanktop, and carrying a big duffle bag.
"Hey!" Hayley calls, a bit world weary but managing her best energy. "Are you Sven Maesters?"
"I am! You must be Hayley, yah?"
Sven pulls his feet out of the water. And then, for a moment, he curses in Swedish as he looks at his wet feet. Briskly, he begins to dry off his feet with his wolf pelt, tsk tsk tsking himself as Hayley hurries up. "Okay, I am Sven Maesters! It is good that you have come here, I will need a moment to dry off." Sven nods his head to the side, with the crew. "We will have camera crew. When I wrestle, when I fight, I insult you, yah? But uh, I need to talk something serious, before we fight." Sven drops his voice a bit, rubbing his feet down, motioning Hayley to come in closer.
"It is about Lightning Spangles."
Sven Maesters looks back over to the crew, and back to Hayley. "You are good kid, and I read about Spangles stuff. You are strongly identified as Aussie Spangles, but the Adopt a Spangles scene... that was like a domestic incident, yah?" He shakes his head. "It was like a family fight. I do not want to hurt your feelings for real, I just want to put on a show and entertain people at home." Sven finishes up drying his feet, and starts to put on his socks and boots. "You want me to hold off on Spangles insults?" He says softly.
"I can make Australia jokes instead, yah?"
"It's a pleasure, Mr. Maesters," Hayley says, extending a hand for Sven to shake. When she realizes he has to dry off, she pulls it back sheepishly. She raises her hands in apology. "Oh, I can wait. Sorry for interrupting your soaking! It's really pretty nice here, roight?"
But the question about the Spangles comes. Hayley lets out a deep sigh. "Yeah..." Another sigh. "I feel really bad for her, because I looked up to her as a kid, but I think it's a little out of my range to help, you know?" But then Sven makes his intent clear. "Oh, right! You're a heel wrester, aren't you? I understand, I think, my dad worked with Mister Rhodes years ago for an episode of his show. I'm uh, a little rusty on pro-wrestling, but..."
Hayley unshoulders her bad, digging through it. She pulls out a leotard, and a pair of khaki shorts, and a slouch hat. "...I think Australian jokes works well. But um...is this too much, you think? I can just find in what I've got on if so."
She waits for a long moment. "...but yeah, no Spangles jokes I think. Crikey, I'd take jokes about me arse over Spangles jokes." Hayley laughs. "But nah, the Aussie jokes should be fine. I've probably heard 'em all by now."
"No Spangles, yah."
Sven wasn't surprised; family stuff was ugly. But when the tights come out, Sven actually scoffs, standing up. "I do what is called tweener stuff. Like what Abel did in the day. You know, kind of jerk, but a good jerk, you can have a beer with me! So around faces, I play heel, around heels, I play a face. It is good flexible work; I am not best wrestler, so good work is as good as I can do, yah? You need help on wrestling stuff?" He clasps on his cape.
"I give you advice."
Sven gestures over Hayley. "Do not feel bad about overdoing your nationality! Very simple way to come across yourself; people look at you and go 'oh she's an Aussie like Crocodile Dundee!' Same thing with your ass! You got big hips, I can make fun of you on it. I fight very serious, but if you land a nice bump, eh, people at home go 'oh what big bottom Australian girl!" Sven hooks his arm up, showing his massive bicep as he holds his mask. "I do that kind of work before. YOU actually can find some of my early stuff, I wear Viking Helmet and drink mead, while doing viking stuff. I even did clown stuff for Juggalo Championship Wrestling. It was not something I was proud of, but it made by father proud, god rest his soul, yah?" He slips down his mask over his face, as he gives Hayley an hover-hand tap right over her shoulder, pointing behind some rocks on the other side of the basin. "You will do fine; you just fight good, and don't worry about people until after you fight. You fix yourself after, not during the match. You get dressed over there, I will wait for you. I will keep cameras distracted, I do not trust this crew. Too many people want to make quick dollars on Spangles paparazzi." He gives a firm nod, as he heads over to the camera crew. "Hey! Hey! I want to shoot some words! I got some things to say about Hayley before my fight!"
"And how Australia is bunch of English red necks!"
Hayley grins, her cheeks getting a little pink. "Thanks," she says, shuffling a foot a little. "I think you're really good at this. Do you do coaching? You seem like you do coaching." One hand reaches up to sweep her hair back out of her face. "But yeah, the tweener thing seems to fit. Playing against whoever you're up against. I get it."
Her eyes follow his gesture toward the rocks, and he gives her a nod. She scoots as soon as the camera grew is distracted.
And in a few moments, she comes back dressed in a ridiculous oufit: a slouch hat, a khaki, pocketed vest and shorts over black tank, an oversized belt, and boots. The only thing she's missing is a boomerang or an oversized knife. She seems to have opted out of the leotard, at least. She reaches down, tugs her shorts up a little higher, then adjusts her hat.
"Oi!" Hayley says, "yer the Warwolf they talk about, ain'tcha?" She cocks her hip, putting one hand on it and putting her thumb through the loop. If nothing else, she's a good (?) actress. Maybe it runs in the family?
"I got a bone to pick with yah over what you been sayin' bout Straya!"
"... And that's why Ned Kelly was the worst Australian that ever lived-"
Sven Maesters is interrupted from his speech as Hayley arrives. The Warwolf, turning over, staggers back in shock. Sven was not a great actor. But narrowing his eyes through the mask, he thrusts a finger at the young lady. "You! So you have come to fight me? You think you big bottomed Australians are any good. Do you know where the only good Australians live?"
Sven Maesters falls into his wide-open wrestling stance, as he glares down at Hayley. Slamming his hands over his topless form, the towering Swede works himself up into a frenzy. "I will crush you! I will break you! And you will be sent back to Australia in disgrace! Which is to say, at least has more self-respect than the rest of Australia! Come on! You think you can fight me? You think can beat me? Well the sun may be high in the sky."
"But the night of the Warwolf is soon upon us!"
COMBATSYS: Sven has started a fight here.
Hayley smacks her fist into her palm to psych herself up. "Well I think I'm pretty good, mate," she says, shaking her hair out of face. "But maybe you need a demonstration of how we do things down undah! You can bet it's better'n anything some kiwi can manage!"
Hayley sets her feet wide and bends her knees, raising her fists up in something like a boxing stance. As she does, however, she narrows her eyes, looking Sven over. She spreads her feet a little wider, lowering her arms in more of a wrestling stance. Is she..imitating his?
"But let's see if the Warwolf's got fangs anything like the dingos back home, roight?"
Hayley rushes in low, going for Sven's legs. She reaches out to try and grab him by the left and pull forward sharply in a flapjack. Not an especially good one, but a workable one.
COMBATSYS: Hayley has joined the fight here.
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Sven 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hayley
COMBATSYS: Sven parries Hayley's Quick Throw!
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Sven 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Hayley
"Bring it, yah!"
Sven's challenge comes out, and Hayley accepts it. The actress comes hurling in, as Sven was already bringing his palms up. Sven's reaction was pinpoint. As Hayley rushes in low for Sven's legs, the wrestler reaches out for her. Catching her lightly, he pivots himself around, letting her momentum carry forward. The grapple doesn't not only connect from Hayley, but Sven positions right behind her. He wouldn't even give her a chance to recover; he might have talked about the 'appearances' of the fight before hand. But wrestling was -real-, and the technique was uninhibited. Sven was snapping his hands around.
Already trying to lift her up.
It was almost a counter attack; if Hayley didn't react fast enough, she would suddenly find herself being whipped around Sven Masters, spinning her around him as he builds momentum. And if she didn't escape? The wrestler would hold her out flat, parallel to the ground, and finish the counter-attack with a spine-shattering backbreaker right across his knee, the man falling to a finishing crouch. All with a righteous howl.
COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Hayley with World Wolf III EX ES.
- Power hit! -
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Sven 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Hayley
Hayley feels through the air, working her fingers as Sven redirects her. She spends a moment wide-eyed and trying to get her bearings when the Swede hoists her up over his head and drops her down on his knees. It's a back-rattling hit, catching Hayley in the small of her back instead of her well-padded bottom on account of her own struggling to try and slip out of his grip. The result is that she rolls forward with a wheeze and a writhe, selling that hit extra hard on account of the fact that it genuinely did smart.
"Crikey!" Hayley says, "that throw's worse than a kangaroo kick!" Hayley rubs her back, straightening up, before smacking herself on the bottom and rolling her neck. She shifts her stance just a little, raising her hands up and into a little higher martial arts stance. Sambo, maybe? Once she does, she beckons Sven forward her.
"So come on! Let's see you pull another one of those. I'm ready for ya this time!"
COMBATSYS: Hayley focuses on her next action.
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Sven 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Hayley
Sven Maesters bellows, backing away from Hayley as he rises up again. It was a real hit, with real power. Sven was not one to hold back in a fight, and this was no exception, even against a nice girl like Hayley. "You fight like animals? You make me laugh! You have no skill! You have no talen-" Sven hastily corrects himself. "You have no tail! And! You are no Kangaroo! You are no Koala! You are no animal of the Outback! The only outback you have, is the Outhouse!" Sven nearly hit on the Spangles stuff; the talent stuff. It was a natural fit; he hoped his correction was successful. Flustered up by his mistake, the wrestler bellows he leaps back a step.
And then, bounds forward.
Leaping through the air at blazing speeds, he hurls the full momentum with a staggering superman punch, aiming to blow right through Hayley's guard, cape fluttering in the air. Sven was a big guy; but unlike some of the other big burly wrestlers, the guy was -fast-.
The question was, could Hayley use that size against him?
COMBATSYS: Sven successfully hits Hayley with Garouken ES.
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Sven 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Hayley
Hayley bounces on her feet, trying to stay mobile as Sven presses the attack. The barrage of insults hurts a little more than she lets on, but she rolls with the punches. She gets that it's an act, even if it does sting a little with the recent happenings. She flinches just a little when it goes on, but when Sven redirects it, Hayley lets it roll and gets ready for the next move.
Unfortunately, she is not as ready as she thinks she is. When Sven winds up for the punch, Hayley seems to overestimate her guard. She goes up, but Sven grazes past it and catches her in the chin hard enough to stagger her backwards several steps. She rocks, nearly falling over, before planting the back of her hand to her mouth. She looks at bit of blood from where it managed to bust her lip open, but she straightens up and goes back in.
"Lemme show you just how wild the outback is!" Hayley interjects. She leaps from her sprint into a flying leg scissors, aiming to catch Sven between her thighs and flip him to the ground into a pressing crunch.
COMBATSYS: Sven interrupts Crocodile Tear from Hayley with Wolfensteiner ES.
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Sven 1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1 Hayley
Sven Maesters momentum doesn't cease.
The smooth transition from the driving punch comes as he already front-flips over. Like the deft parry, the wrestler demonstrates an incredible skill. While a Rookie, he was once the champion of rookies, of newcomers. A kind of mentor, as Hayley just barely touched on. To show the ropes. So as the punch comes upon the chin, and she snaps forwards with her thighs?
Sven counters with his own thighs.
The wrestler actually catches Hayley in mid air, ceasing her by the neck with his own thighs. IT was an awkward momentum shift, one that had to come with great personal effort to reverse. Back-flipping around, the momentum carries back as he -spikes- her straight to the ground with a Frankensteiner; a reversal of her own style. Pinning her down for a moment, he throws back his head in a howl. But no additional insult. He had to press lightly; rolling off her, he staggers off, breathing hard at the sheer effort of the technique. He was a little weak now.
And more than fatigued.
Hayley is in mid-air when Sven's legs clutch around her neck. She gasps briefly before she goes down, flipped head over heels and smashed into the lakeside. She lays for a minute, tapping out as Sven rolls off, but she doesn't immediately get up. Instead, she groans, or rather, stifles a groan. There's a show to put on, even if she's not doing a good job of it. Wasn't Sven the world champion in his class or something? Hayley is certainly feeling it right now.
She finally climbs to her feet, claps the sides of her face, and shakes her head. "Roight! I'm not going down that easily!" she says, though there's...hestitation there. The act seems shaky. She does not seem so sure.
And then Hayley breaks into a sprint before launching into a flying kick. She leaps toward Sven, throwing a strong hurricane left, but if she connects, she hooks onto his shoulder and vaults off, preparing for a follow-up move!
COMBATSYS: Sven auto-guards Hayley's Swooping Season.
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Sven 1/---====/=======|===----\-------\0 Hayley
Sven could see the hesitation.
His offensive approach had overwhelmed Hayley, and he could see that she was getting... shakey on her confidence. He could sense it, it was a feeling. As she eases herself in place, Sven motions for her to come. Part of him wanted to just... sell some of the hits. Stagger around, let her get some clean hits. It was good drama for the people at home, not a squash match like this was so far. Sven made a promise to his brother though. Never fake a fight. Always 100%.
So Sven refuses to yield.
As she throws out her flying kick, Sven Maesters seizes the young girl by the leg. Catching it deftly, the momentum stops cold. The hook comes to his shoulder, but the wrestler guides her in place. When she leaps off? The wrestler breaks away, staggering backwards in tandem. It was an exhausting effort, and even as he staggers back, he has to take a moment. THrowing back his head for a howl, he pounds his chest.
Sven strides after Hayley, body bulging with muscles. The man's technique was incredible, and yet, the exhastion was obvious across his face. The wrestler hurls out a lariat as he strides after Hayley, attempting to hook his arm across her neck, to send her hurtling to the ground. Sven was putting on a bold, dynamic show.
But it concealed the growing fatigue that was now slowing him down.
COMBATSYS: Hayley interrupts Fierce Punch from Sven with Wombat Tackle.
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Hayley twists her foot against Sven, trying to apply enough weight and force to break his guard. When he redirects her away, she has to roll with it, kicking off and tucking and rolling to land on her feet.
"Blimey!" Hayley interjects. "They sure build them tough up in frozen north, don't they?" Hayley's breathing is strained, not from exhaustion as much as soreness. She steels herself, the howling wolf bearing down on her. When he goes for the lariat, Hayley ducks in. She doesn't trust a block against it, not now, so she takes a stronger option: she goes low.
Ducking beneath the lariat, Hayley spins on her heels, putting her back to Sven. She slams backward and up, crashing into his stomach with her bottom by back-hopping at full power.
Finally, an opening.
Exhausted and all too slow, Sven Maesters stumbles his way into Hayley's trap. Exposed, she ducks under his lariat, and he is rewarded a hefty bump, sending him crashing to the earth. Landing on all fours, he rolls his head, miming a dazed reaction. That wasn't an act, well, not a fake hit. A real hit, with overacting results. Sven pounds his fists on the ground.
And forces into a stand.
"You think your fat Aussie bottoms are strong enough to crush me? They are hollow, like soggy balloons! My wolf strength is more than enough! AROO! AROO! AROOOOOOO!" Building into a frenzy, infusing himself with power, Sven stumbles after Hayley, fighting with the exhaustion overtaking him. He doesn't waste time. Going for a straight tackle, he would scoop her up, and slam her down, face down. ANd there, he would go for the pin: A clutch crab, stretching both of her arms back! A crushing grapple, designed to go for a count out.
But only if he could catch her....
COMBATSYS: Hayley interrupts Crushing Throw from Sven with Medium Punch.
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Sven 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=====--\-------\0 Hayley
Hayley exhales. That one took some effort. She puts on her best face and turns up the act. "Maybe I do, mate!" She smacks her butt defiantly, though a thought seems to cross her mind when she does. In the next moment, she instead turns around to face Sven, her face flushed.
But he's already closing in, aiming for the power tackle. He gets hold of the smaller Aussie, lifting her up. As he slams her down she turns, she wiggles against Sven, working to break his exhausted grip. She hits the ground hard, but at the wrong angle, crashing onto her seat instead of her face. It gives her a brief opening, and in it Hayley swings out with a straight karate-style gut punch to try to force Sven out of the grapple, at least for the moment, until she can back off again.
Sven hurghs, as he is stunned by the counter-attack.
Staggered, he stumbles backwards, groaning as he grips his gut. Releasing it, he looks down, and then, across to Hayley. Flexing his arms, he shakes his head. This was more like it, this was the real fight. Now he was in the zone, now he had momentum. Infused with power. "You are about to get it DOWN UNDER, MATE, YAH!?" He bellows out, before throwing his head back.
And he hurls his assault at Hayley. Slamming his arms, he attempts to unleash a rapid combination of chops and forearm slams. Striding forward, he finishes the assault by dipping down, and attempting to lift Hayley up by her knees. Should he succeed? HE would spin her around into a desperate giant throw, aiming to toss her right into the waterfall basin!
All while howling, of course.
COMBATSYS: Hayley blocks Sven's Wolf Blitzer ES.
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Sven 1/-------/<<<<<<<|=======\-------\1 Hayley
Hayley plants her palm and picks herself back up before shifting into her fighting stance. She slips off her hat, which has mostly managed to stay on---possibly via spirit gum or a strap---and runs a hand through her hair before putting it back on. Even by this point she's looking pretty ragged from the combination of potent throws she's suffered. It doesn't stop her from putting her best foot forward, however. The hat goes back on, and Hayley beckons Sven to come at her.
She may be wishing she hadn't when she endures a chain of blows, one after another. Hayley's guard is tight, and she uses her elbows, forearms, and even knees to intercept several of the blows. Even so, it's wearing her down, and by the time she's grabbed her guard has given out.
Subsequently, she's tossed across head-over-heels into the basin, splashing down into it. She doesn't resurface before the three count, only popping back out of the water with a great gasp afterward.
She doesn't surface immediately.
Sven was getting a howl going. But when Hayley doesn't rise up? The wrestler drops his arms. He hustles to the Basin, trying his best to make it look like he's about to make an attack. Hanging at the edge, he looks into the water, trying to make sure she was going -up- not staying down. He hesitates, trying to figure out to jump in or not. He finally starts stepping into the water when finally.
She breaks out.
Sven reaches out for Hayley, throwing an arm in the air, swinging it. "Kill camera! Cut it out!" He calls out. Up to his knees in the water, he reaches out for Hayley. "You okay, yah? You can swim? Swim to me, I get you out! You swim to me!" He bellow out. "Sorry, so sorry, got carried away!" He states, pulling his mask up on his head.
"You swim to me, yah?"
"Sorry, sorry!" Hayley sputters, paddling over toward Sven. It takes her several minutes to get enough momentum going, but she does manage. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. I'm sorry for the startle there, I hope I didn't ruin the end of the fight." She pants, still dealing with water.
"No no, it's fine. I--whew. I should have been a bit quicker on that." Hayley sits in the water for a few minutes, catching her breath. "Gosh, that was really bad, wasn't it? I mean, you did great, but I--I think I could have done that much better."
COMBATSYS: Hayley takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Hayley can no longer fight.
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Sven helps Hayley ease to the shallows.
The wrestler goes to the shore, as the crew calls it, and DO keep the cameras off. The Warwolf himself, cooling down, splashes some water on his face, as he heads back over to the shore. "Got water in my boots..." He tut tuts, as he sits on the shore, getting his boots off along with his socks. Hayley... Hayley was worried about the show?
"You did good, Hayley, yah?"
Sven dumps the boot out, looking at Hayley. "Me? Eh, not as good as my brother or father, bless his soul, yah. I just got plenty of practice, and you were out of your element! You could always do better, yah, but so could I! I did not give you any free hits, I fight my best, and so do you." Sven Maesters mulls a moment, stroking his beard. "But... you look like you want something different, yeah? You hit me hard in my gut, that wasn't wrestling, that was some kung fu stuff, yah?" Sven Maesters scratches his head, trying to think of how to ask. "You want me to show you some training stuff? I am good at specific things, maybe if you feel like you need to get better, I can teach you something what you do, yah? Am I making sense?" Sven Maesters huffs.
"I am not good at asking to help things, yah?"
COMBATSYS: Sven has ended the fight here.
Hayley laughs awkwardly. "Oh, will they be OK? I wouldn't want you to ruin them rushing out here to help me," she kicks a bit, splashing some water. "--I guess. I always feel like I could do a little better."
When Sven mentions family, Hayley perks up. "Oh, but you were really good! You definitely had me on the ropes." When Sven explains a little, Hayley shuffles on out of the water, plops down, and takes her own boots off. "Yeah," she says, "I'm kind of all over the place. My dad had a show called Fight Hunter, and we traveled a lot, so I just kind of roll a bunch of things together." She mimes this for emphasis, until Sven continues.
"Oh, um, I would appreciate it," she says, "I haven't had any help like that in a while, besides my mom, but she stays super busy with work."
"They be fine, yah."
Sven gave a good intro, they just can cut out at the throw. It's good presence. Sven, however, keeps struggling to invite. "I got main training center in Stockholm, is gym and stuff. It's no good for you, too far, and brother doesn't like girls there; Wolf Den is for men, not for girls he says, and I respect that, enough. You need permission to go to Wolf Den." He scratches his chin, as he furrows his brow at his boots. "How about I get you started in Shanghai. Has decent wrestling gym there, dumbest thing." Sven reaches for his pocket, drawing out a... thing.
%Sven slaps his forehead.
Slipping her a somewhat half-melted card, he rolls his eyes. "You just try your best to follow that. You meet me there, you bring lunch for 2 people, you and me, I give you 8 hour training. Is cheap, yah, but I get training too, so it works good, yah." Sven stomps on his boots a bit, groaning.
"You also get new combat boots, and I'll give you a second 8 hours too."
"Oh," Hayley says, looking down. She remembers a few places like that over the years, especially very traditional dojos. At the mention that it's out, Hayley looks practically downtrodden. When Sven suggests an alternative? Hayley practically lights up.
"That'd be great! I'd be happy to meet you there." Then the card is passed. She takes several moments to look it over, holding it up to read it. "--I think I can find it. I'll ask around if I need to." She nods firmly at the instructions, and tries to suppress a cringe at the boots. "I'll bring those too. Don't worry!"
Sven Maesters nods, standing up. "It is the plan then! I will get the place cleaned up for you!" Sven Maesters gingerly forces his boots on, with the soggy sloshes on it.
Faintly, he curses in Swedish.
Log created on 17:28:32 06/05/2018 by Sven, and last modified on 13:00:19 06/06/2018.