Match of the Millennium

Description: After victories against John Doe and Ayala respectively in the first round, Hawksley and Coco face off in the second round. Both may like to party, but one is a little more Andrew W.K. and the other is more Dua Lipa. Will Coco levitate her way up the bracket, or will Hawksley prove too hard-partying for Coco to keep up?

[HAWKSLEY]
It's mid morning in Southtown and the weather is bright and clear. At the nearby mall, shoppers search for bargain buys or stop for coffee at one of the many cafes scattered around the area. Here, in the midst of the International Fighting Festival, the atmosphere is not so relaxed. The crowd seem edgy. People fidget in their seats or make noisy predictions about who will win the first match of the day. Opinions seem to be pretty divided and in several cases, the discussions turn into arguments. It seems the threat of violence in the air is contagious.

Into this comes the sound of energetic pop punk, pounding out from the speakers by the gazebo style stage. "Oh baby no I can't take it. Oh I'm just feeling so bad. This pain is like an inferno burning. And it's driving me mad. Go! Fight! Win!"

Striding out in time to the music comes a topless, dark haired man. His torso and face still betray the signs of his last brutal battle in this venue, but he seems eager to get started again. "Come out, Coco! I'm ready for you!" he cries, climbing on to the stage and staring out into the seated spectators for any signs of the purple haired party girl.

[COCO]
As the sound of Ash's Go! Fight! Win! fades from the speakers, the opening of N.E.X.T. by the T-Pop label Kamikaze starts to build over the P.A. As the beat starts to kick in, a purple-ponytailed fighter in a purple sports bra and matching shorts emerges from the side of the stage, raising a black kickboxing glove over her head to greet the cheering crowd with a smile before blowing a kiss. Turning to face the stage, she focuses her attention on the topless man who is to be her opponent.

"Normally when a shirtless bloke shouts that at me in public, I assume they're totally plastered and don't listen," Coco calls back to Hawksley loud enough to be heard over the noise of the crowd before winking. She throws out a few punches at the empty air to warm herself up before lifting her knees up one at a time, then lets both her black-wrapped feet rest lightly on the ground, rocking back and forth so that her bare toes and heels take turns touching the surface as she loosens herself up.

At ringside, a certain bearcat sits on a babysitter-slash-animal-handler's lap, happily munching on some berries one by one.

"As the exception to the rule, I suppose you'd best make it worth my while," Coco says as she rolls her shoulders, her blue-grey eyes challenging the other fighter from across the stage.

[HAWKSLEY]
Hawksley watches and waits, as Coco makes her entrance, a slow smile playing on his lips. "Who's to say I'm not totally plastered?" he teases, matching her own volume of speech.

"I see you brought your lucky mascot with you, Coco Pops" he remarks, gesturing towards Captain Morgan in the crowd.

"As for me making it worth your while. I suppose that depends on what you're looking for."

He stalks towards her in sneaker clad feet, then stands before her on the stage, allowing the British woman to make the first move.

[COCO]
Coco tilts her head a little to one side, her bangs falling in front of her eye as she smiles back at Hawksley. "Oh, I definitely wasn't assuming you're not plastered. I'm sure you had to deal with the nerves of facing me somehow," she says as she throws a couple of practice jabs at the air before winking. "And if cereal names are on the table, then I guess you don't need a mascot, Mister Charms. You're already lucky enough."

She positions her feet apart while starting to bounce subtly on them as Hawksley advances.

"As far as what I'm after, I'll settle for you not trying to bite me. I know you'll probably have the urge, but save it."

She winks again before suddenly lunging forward with a low feint kick before whirling with an exceptionally enthusiastic roundhouse kick aimed for the side of Hawksley's head. It's a move with more practiced flair than practical technique, and perhaps the Muay Thai Miss is a bit over-eager to show it off to the crowd - and to Hawksley. Still, though, if it connects, it could likely cause some pain.

COMBATSYS: Coco has started a fight here.

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Coco             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Hawksley has joined the fight here.

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Coco             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0         Hawksley

COMBATSYS: Hawksley blocks Coco's Strong Kick.

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Coco             0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0         Hawksley

[HAWKSLEY]
Hawksley holds his hands up, as the music fades out and they are left with the sounds of the crowd and each others chatter. "I'm actually stone cold sober, your honour."

He grins broadly at the kickboxing babe. "I reckon if you're gonna keep calling me Lucky Charms, then I can no longer hold back on the Coco Pops."

He whistles the well known cereal jingle featured in the commercials. "I was considering biting you, but on reflection, I'd rather have a bowl of Cocoa Pops."

As the lass lunges towards him, Hawksley instinctively throws his hands up to protect his head. After all, he's still got the lingering injuries from his last fight. His move manages to stop his face taking the full force of Coco's kick, but it painfully bends back his fingers, causing him to wince with the pain.

"That's my drinking hand" he protests, as he slips forwards towards her, twisting into a left snap elbow to try and throw her off-balance. If able, he then pivots into a devastating right-handed haymaker, aiming towards her toned tummy.

COMBATSYS: Coco blocks Hawksley's Detonator ES.

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Coco             0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0         Hawksley

[COCO]
When her foot deflects off of Hawksley's hands, Coco drops it back down to the ground, spinning as she does so. She pulls her head back as Hawksley snaps his elbow out at her, her feet stepping back along the stage floor, and when he throws himself into the haymaker aimed at her midsection, she drops her hands down to catch it with her lightly padded black gloves. The force is still enough to drive her backward, her chest bouncing lightly with the aftershocks of the impact. She smacks her gloves together and raises them again.

"They're both my drinking hand," she quips as she steps back in, throwing a loose false knee strike to try and get Hawksley to guard low. As she does, she grabs for the tops of Hawksley's arms with her gloved hands before stepping around the side of his left arm, attempting to control his limb so that she can throw a high elbow over it into his face. The third step in her combo, if she can make it that far, would be to pucker her lips in a quick, flirtatious and hopefully-distracting kissy face as she cocks her hips away from him before smashing them sideways into his center of gravity to try and knock him to the ground.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley fails to interrupt Tiki Bongo from Coco with Numbskull ES.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~

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Coco             0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0         Hawksley

[HAWKSLEY]
"Aw cute, you're trying to hold my hand" Hawksley banters, as Coco uses her gloves to block his haymaker.

As her boobs start to bounce with the impact, he can't help but let his dark eyes wander that way. His distraction allows him to fall for her tactics and he moves to shield himself from the impact of her knee, permitting her to get in the perfect position to control his upper body.

As the elbow flies in to his already busted nose, he blinks at her barefaced cheek as she finds the time to flirt. Thrusting his forehead towards her, he attempts to smash it into her face, but she's too fast for him to make contact.

"Now look now..."he protests, before being knocked off his feet by her full on, harrowing hip check.

Pushing himself up to his hands and knees, he takes a moment to catch his breath before attempting to come at Coco again.

[COCO]
"Trying to give me a kiss, were you?" Coco banters back as her hips prove too quick for Hawksley's head and he ends up bongoed off of his feet. "You shouldn't let yourself get distracted like that, babe."

As he gets back up and comes at her again, she tries to catch him out with a sudden straight punch to the upper body to try and knock him back down, pivoting and leaning into the blow as she puts her whole body into it.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley blocks Coco's Fierce Punch.

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Coco             0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0         Hawksley

[HAWKSLEY]
"Yeah, a Glasgow one" Hawksley fires back.

As he staggers to his feet he finds the distracting debutante making another move. As she throws a powerful punch at his bare torso, he stiffens his frame, allowing him to absorb the worst of the impact. He's sure to have another bruise by taking this action, but what's one more to add to his rapidly growing collection?

Pulling himself back from the posh totty, Hawksley launches a left-handed jab into a right cross, trying to break open Coco's guard. He's hoping to throw her off-balance, allowing him to make a grab for her shoulders and pull her face-first into his rising knee.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley successfully hits Coco with Buzzkill.

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Coco             1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0         Hawksley

[COCO]
"Sounds like someone's crossed the border," Coco replies as Hawksley absorbs the impact of her punch. She finds herself shaking her own fist out in the aftermath, smirking as she brings it back into guard. The jab-cross combination looks familiar to her - the kind of thing that a kickboxer might throw. Or -

"Bit of a boxer, are you?" she queries as her guard is hammered by the combo. The cross hits with more force than she anticipates, causing her guard to falter as her right arm is blown out by the punch, giving Hawksley an opportunity to grab her by the left and pull her down by the shoulders. Coco's face flushes faintly as she finds herself briefly subjected to a close-up of Hawksley's bare chest, then stomach, then the rising bulge of his --

*SMACK*

-- knee, sending her reeling backward onto her ass.

"Oh, my, God. Did you really?!" Coco protests as her hands move to her throbbing face to check for damage to the bridge of her nose. Fortunately, while a thin trickle of red is starting to run out of her nostrils, it doesn't seem to be out of joint. Fuming, she drives herself back up to her feet.

"I warned you about that, Lucky," she says with a scowl, coming back at him with a left-legged straight kick aimed narrowly above his likely weak point before throwing a quick left-handed jab and following up with a right cross in reply.

COMBATSYS: Coco successfully hits Hawksley with Bloody Mary.

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Coco             1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1         Hawksley

[HAWKSLEY]
"I've crossed the sea, nevermind the border" Hawksley corrects. "As for the boxing, I've done a bit in my time. My da and uncle Liam own a gym back in Cork, so they set me about training when I was a kid. I lacked the discipline to go the distance though, much to their dissapointment. I might have picked up a few moves along the way for my trouble though."

As she goes down, Hawksley nods his head slowly. "'Fraid I did, princess. I know you warned me, but I warned you I wouldn't be going easy either."

As her kick comes flying in, dangerously close to his crotch, he shakes his head. "Watch the wedding tackle. I might have a use for it some time in the future."

He's so busy protesting, he fails to protect himself from the follow up blows and the sensitive spots of his nose and jaw are struck.

"Jesus, that stings a bit." He staggers back, holding his head in his hands. As he moves across the stage he spots a Coco supporter in the front row of the audience. The young girl has dyed her hair purple to mimic the Muay Thai fighter and is holding a large wooden sign, painted with the word 'Coco and Captain 4 The Win!'

Reaching down into the crowd, the grappler grabs it from her hands, lifting it aloft as he steps back into position. He then launches it through the air with the intention of hitting the teen's idol!

COMBATSYS: Coco blocks Hawksley's Thrown Object.

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Coco             1/-----==/=======|=======\===----\1         Hawksley

[COCO]
Coco hops back from Hawksley as she finishes her quick combination, easily getting her guard back up after the quick cross.

"Yeah, well, I'll definitely have a use for my face," she fires back, sticking her tongue out at him from behind her gloves. Her expression becomes bemused when Hawksley approaches one of the fans on the edge of the crowd. When his intent becomes clear, her eyes widen slightly. "Oh, that is definitely cheating!"

The sign comes flying at her face, and she quickly covers up, causing the wooden object to crash into her gloves with less harm than was perhaps intended before falling to the ground.

"You're totally out of order, mister," Coco chastises Hawksley as she shakes the pain out of her hands, leaning forward slightly and arching in a posture whose purpose appears to either be stretching her back or giving a bit of a show to her opponent. After a moment, though, she rushes forward from that stance, throwing herself into a Superman punch with her right hand. The intent upon landing would be to instantly step in and swing her shapely left leg into Hawksley's side in a mid-level kick that flaunts her fit form.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley blocks Coco's Sea Breeze.

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Coco             1/----===/=======|=======\====---\1         Hawksley

[HAWKSLEY]
"It's a fine face as they go" the Irishman charms, his own face looking very cheery.

As the accusations of cheating come flying at him, much like the board came flying at Coco, he similarly fends it off. "Nobody's come and dragged me off, have they?" He looks around for signs of any security approaching. "Not like that nurse."

The tournament officials may not mind his behaviour, but the boos are now ringing out from a sizeable number of the crowd. Several of them wave their own signs in defiance, as the disappointed girl who had her sign stolen starts to sob.

When Coco puts on her show, Hawksley watches with interest. "You've got no qualms about trying to distract me with your curves though, have you, cailin?"

As the punch pushes towards him, he feels it smack into his cheekbone, causing his dark peepers to water with the pain. He lunges backwards, just in time to escape the lithe left leg that was heading to hurt him too.

Blinking his bleary eyes, he stares her down, before stamping his sneaker clad foot on the stage. The action causes the Irish inferno to ignite the ground of the gazebo, creating a ring of fire that starts to spreads outwards to surround both himself and Coco. Delivering a devastating lightning-fast punch, he'll try to send her flying through the circle of flames.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley successfully hits Coco with Burn Baby Burn ES.

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Coco             1/---<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0         Hawksley

[COCO]
"Am I trying, or are you just getting distracted naturally?" Coco asks as she holds her pose with her knee raised high and guard up after the kick is thrown and Hawksley withdraws. The Muay Thai stance may happen to show off the shape of her lifted leg as she maintains it, but her expression is an innocent one. "Don't blame me."

The appearance of the ring of fire that spreads around the stage causes Coco to sweep her silver eyes from side to side with alarm. "Oh, you have got to be joking. Where did you learn to -"

Realizing that there's suddenly a punch coming at her ribs, she swiftly brings her hands down to a mid-height guard in defense of her toned tummy. The attempt looks as if it will work, but the punch slips just across the tops of her gloves to smash full on into her lower sternum. The blow sends her flying through the wall of flame, causing her to let out an agonized cry. Rolling around on the ground for a few seconds causes the fire to go out, but she needs another second or two of lying gasping for breath to gather her senses before she can start to struggle back to her feet. Black marks singe her clothing, and the smell of her own burnt hair fills her nostrils; sweat covers her limbs and back and clothing from the combination of the intense heat and her own exertion, combining with soot and dust from the stage to give her a more grimy appearance.

"That... was hot," Coco declares in a near-rasp before coughing as she finds her footing, defiant of the overwhelming discomfort. If this had happened earlier in the tournament, she might have surrendered on the spot, but the taste of victory still lingering in her mouth from the first round awakens something in her.

"Alright. Let's party."

Dying flames cling to her pads as she suddenly seizes the initiative, firing back with a smoking left jab before crossing with her right and following up with a knee toward Hawksley's midsection. With a fierce look, she'd raise her hands to either side of her head and advance into him, pivoting and switching from one lead foot to the other a few times as she would aim to put the 'strike' in striking a pose by snapping her elbows into Hawksley's face with each twist of her body while simultaneously flaunting her form.

Should she have the opportunity to continue, she would transition into a clinch, grabbing Hawksley's shoulders and forcing his head down toward her waist before pumping her legs to drive her knees one after the other into his head until he's hopefully knocked senseless. Should she succeed in putting him in such a vulnerable position, she would grab a handful of his hair in one glove and turn to the crowd, signalling with a fist in the air and a determined expression before pulling his head down and arching her back into an upward hip thrust at the same time so that he crashes into her behind, intending to knock him to the ground - if not finish him off completely!

COMBATSYS: Hawksley dodges Coco's Full Moon Party.

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Coco             0/-------/------<|==-----\-------\0         Hawksley

[HAWKSLEY]
"Glad you think so" is the Cork man's cocky response. "You're looking pretty hot yourself. As for where I learned that. A man has to have some secrets, so he does."

When Coco signals it's time to party, he perks up, starting to move from one foot to the other rhythmically. "Grand. You gonna dance with me?"

As her assortment of assaults aim to attack him, he shows off his fancy footwork, swiftly stepping out of the way of every single attempt she makes. He seems to even surprise himself with how smoothly he's able to avoid her barrage of blows.

Creeping up close to the gregarious girl, he attempts to sweep her off her feet and into the air above his head. If he's able to raise her up, he'll then cruelly drop her down off the stage, sending her crashing to the ground below.

COMBATSYS: Coco blocks Hawksley's Strong Throw.

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Coco             0/-------/----<<<|===----\-------\0         Hawksley

[COCO]
Coco is panting aloud by the time that she finishes throwing everything that she has at her opponent, using what's left in the tank (and the trunk) to try and take him down. The slippery Irishman denies her desire, punches and knees deftly avoided, her final blow escaped. Her face is starting to flush by the time she's finished.

"Come on!"

As Hawksley makes a grab for her waist, Coco starts kicking her legs, gloved hands clasping around his biceps as she tries to get control, but her energy is surely fading fast as she grunts and struggles against his grip. Finally, with a surge of effort, she swings her legs out, trying to latch them around Hawksley's waist and pull him into her own clutches, intent on embracing him with her thighs, hands slipping to his shoulders, before she would use her weight and grip to twist her hips and throw him down to the ground, hopefully landing astride his center of gravity with her knees trapping his body between them.

Should she manage to achieve such a dominant position, she would pin him down with her weight and throw blow after blow at his face, punctuating her punches with elbow strikes. Her silver eyes already have a desperate sheen to them, and the exertion would gloss them over until her assault slows and she would slump forward from exertion, the reserves of her energy fully spent...

COMBATSYS: Coco can no longer fight.

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Hawksley         0/-------/----===|

COMBATSYS: Hawksley blocks Coco's S.O.T.B..

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Hawksley         0/-------/-======|

[HAWKSLEY]
"Ah, c'mon yourself" Hawksley echoes.

Whilst the wily woman wiggles in his firm grip, his hands move across her fit frame, attempting to stop her from wrapping her legs around his waist. She manages to get a grip of him and he scrambles to seek freedom as he's forced down to the ground.

As she positions herself astride him, he pushes upwards to avoid being pinned down by the posh party princess, managing to mostly avoid her attacks again and then lifting her limp form off him and on to the floor.

Crouching down over her collapsed body, he gives her a light shake. "You alright there, Coco?" he checks, before calling out into the crowd. "Might need a medic here."

Waiting with her until assitance arrives, he murmurs in his Irish brogue "I'll treat you to a cocktail once you're right enough to drink it."

COMBATSYS: Hawksley takes no action.

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Hawksley         0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Hawksley has ended the fight here.


[COCO]
As Hawksley calls for a medic, a member of the tournament's health and safety team comes over with urgent steps to check on the downed party gal's condition. Coco herself lets her body drape loosely as she lies on her back, eyes rolling shut as the tension leaves her body. For the next few seconds, she seems peaceful.

"And it looks like the winner is... HAWKSLEY!"

The sound of the announcer's voice causes the purple-haired fighter's eyelashes to flutter back open, her lips curving downward at the corners.

"No, wait...! I can keep going!" she protests, sitting up just as the medical worker squats down to check her over.

"Oh, bugger," she curses as she realises that the ruling is already final, barely noticing the medic as she checks Coco's vitals with the aid of a pen light.

"You are going to be in so much trouble when I get another shot at you," Coco promises Hawksley, nudging the padded knuckles of her glove against his arm before brushing her sweaty bangs away from her face so she can fix her silver eyes on his face. "Face shots, throwing the furniture..." Her eyes wander down his shoulder and bicep before returning to his face as she renews her focus with a huff. "You're a very mean man, Mister Charms."

Log created on 12:08:38 04/17/2023 by Coco, and last modified on 10:42:55 04/19/2023.