Match of the Millennium

Description: A Stripper and a Barman. They are not in a bar, so it's not the start of a joke. It's the start of an awesome fight.

[HAWKSLEY]
It's been a few days since he fought in the quarter final of the NFG Fightfest Tournament 2023 and Hawksley Moore has been feeling restless. After a close battle between himself and British babe, Constance 'Coco' Coalbridge, the Irish man has been itching to brawl again. Today is his lucky day.

The International Fighting Festival stage has been decorated with banners showing pictures of both of today's semi final fighters in action. Hawksley's image has captured him surrounded by fiery flames, whilst Djamilia is depicted in a graceful looking dance.

As the sounds of Go! Fight! Win! by Downpatrick band Ash blast out of the stereo, a topless and tanned Hawksley can be seen running down the row that seperates the audience and athletically leaping on to the gazebo style stage. Turning to face his fans, he starts to bounce up and down to the pop punk. It seems like somebody's pumped up for this battle!

[DJAMILA]
Djamila was able to recover as well from her quarter-final of the NFG Fightfest Tournament 2023. Some would say it's a miracle she got so far. But Djamila gives her all out there. Now she's set to face Hawksley.

When Hawksley's music plays, Djamila waits. She is respectful of her opponents, after all. For the most part. When her music starts 'Jusqu'au bout', a French song, she comes toward the stage.

She is wearing her usual attire for this match and ,of course a blindfold of her eyes. It's always there and it seems she's never going to go without. She's using her staff as a cane and makes her way to the stage. She is ready to fight. She is ready to win. She hopes Hawksley gives her his best.

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[COCO]
Meanwhile, as the fighters begin to take their positions, one Constance Louise Coalbridge is sat on one of the benches toward the top of the stands, dressed in a pair of designer cutoff shorts and a white babydoll tank top, her hair pulled back into a ponytail braid at the moment. Beside her on the bench sits a familiar binturong wearing a tiny straw summer hat likely meant for a child or doll. Both are wearing purple Ray-Ban sunglasses.

Hawksley's arrival causes Coco's lips to curve into an indignant frown, and she rises up from her seat to give a double-thumbs-down of disapproval amidst a sea of cheers.

"BOOOOO! BOOOOO! Come on, Morgie! Let's show our disallegiance!"

After all, jeering at Hawksley is all she really came for. Certainly not to scope out the topless Irishman's fighting prowess.

Captain Morgan seems more interested in chewing on the frame of his sunglasses than joining in.

"Alright, Djamila! Come on!"

The British babe cups her hands to project her voice as Hawksley's opponent steps out toward the stage.

"Kick his arse!"

She certainly doesn't shift her eyes behind her sunglasses to see if Hawksley is paying attention to her negging. Well, maybe she does a little bit.

COMBATSYS: Djamila has started a fight here.

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Djamila          0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Hawksley has joined the fight here.

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Hawksley         0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Djamila

[HAWKSLEY]
As Djamila joins him on the stage, Hawksley greets her with enthusiasm. "It's good to see you again. You missed some fun and games after you left the yoga class the other day. That instructor fella nearly flipped his lid."

He laughs at the memory of the mischief himself, Coco and the Captain had caused, though Djamila too had played her part in turning the heat up before her departure to fight DJ Supernova.

His eyes remain on the Iraqi woman, until the sound of loud booing comes from the crowd. Tilting his head up to see where it's coming from, his face breaks out into a brilliant grin. "Good to see you, Captain" he says with a salute to the bearcat. "You too, Coco Pops" he adds, before bringing his hand to his lips and blowing the Brit a kiss.

Fun over, he turns his attention back to the business of brawling, but first...a drink! Producing a slim, silver hip flask from the pocket of his worn blue jeans, he takes a satisfying swig of whiskey. Rather than letting it slip down his throat though, he holds it in his mouth, before setting it alight with his own chi and blowing it towards the Baghdad dancer in a fiery breath!

COMBATSYS: Djamila blocks Hawksley's Hedonism.

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Hawksley         0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
"It's good to not see you too, Mister Hawksley." She chuckles a bit "I left at exactly the right time. I had to give a little lesson to someone." She smiles a little mysteriously. "Give it your all. I expect nothing less."

She then laughs a bit as she hears Coco. "Like there are any doubts how this round will end." If she could show a wink right now, she would.

But then the fun is done, and the 'poor' blind woman receives the breath of the dragon from Hawksley. To minimize the burns, she spins her staff quickly, slowing down the flames, and only her hands get burned. Disaster adverted.

It is now her turn. She moves closer to Hawksley and slams her staff down. It stays upright with a feeling of chi at the base. She then jumps on her staff and inverts herself on it, holding herself by her legs. She then reaches to grab his ankles and pulls to trip him if she is successful.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley blocks Djamila's Inside Leg Hang.

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Hawksley         0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0          Djamila

[COCO]
As Hawksley blows her a kiss, Coco makes a motion of catching it out of the air before slapping it onto the supple seat of her shorts, presenting her tongue in return as she sticks it out at him, resting her hand on her waist. She does stay standing to make sure that she has a good view of the match as it begins, though, taking off her shades to get a better look with the sun behind her. "Oh, come on, drinking when you're about to start a match? Let's try being a bit less stereotypical, Lucky!"

She looks surprised when he breathes forth the blazing fire, though, quickly sticking her sunglasses back on. "Huh. Did he go back for more lessons from Dhalsim, or what?" The idea that Hawksley has somehow learned the secrets of yoga fire after his antics denied her the chance to learn how to do stretchy legs incenses her further, causing her cheeks to turn a faint pink.

[HAWKSLEY]
"Oh don't you worry, Cailin. I always give it my all" Hawksley assures Djamila. "As for your well timed exit, you might be on to something there. I think the fella gave me a crick in my neck, so he did." He rubs at the area with his fingers.

As his fiery breath fails to frighten the female fighter to its full extent with its flickering flames, he shrugs it off to stay focused on fending off the staff attack and the poledancer positioned on it!

When she makes a grab for his ankles, he feels her nails dig into his flesh through the fabric of his jeans. Flinching, finds him escaping the aftermath and he avoids being tripped.

He glances up at the purple haired girl, grinning at her gesture and gentle mocking and then Djamila's got his attention again.

Dashing towards, the dancer, Hawksley delivers a left-handed jab into a right cross to try and break open her guard, seeking to put her off-balance. He'll then aim to grab her shoulders and pull her face-first into his rapidly rising knee.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley successfully hits Djamila with Buzzkill ES.

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Hawksley         0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
"I know when my welcome is past due. Sometimes anyway." Djamila chuckles and moves back to the ground after failing to trip Hawksley.

When He tries to attack her, she plans to go back on the staff and dodge him, but her damaged hands stop her from having a good grip this time, and instead, she receives the jab right in the face, follows by the right cross. That sets her up perfectly to be grabbed and have her nose busted by her opponent's knee. Blood flies off, down into the mat and her costume as she falls to the ground.

With a deep breath, she gets back up and grabs her staff again, which didn't move. It's ok. That means nothing.She has gone through worse. Time to stop her nose from bleeding. She starts moving her hips from side to side to only music she can hear and starts to do some meditative sounds. Winds chi can be felt/seen going around her, and soon her nose stops bleeding as it gives her some healing. "Well done Hawksley. Enjoy it."1

COMBATSYS: Djamila makes the om sound and wind chi flies around her for a short moment.

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

[HAWKSLEY]
It's not that Hawksley enjoys drawing blood in a brawl, he just doesn't concern himself too much about it. For him it's all part of the fun of the fight. Thus when the red liquid starts flying, as the Baghdad babe gains a busted nose, he keeps calm and carries on.

He watches his opponent as she rises up and tries to regain her composure by meditating. Well if she's just going to stand around, he will try and make the most of it!

He makes a grab for Djamila, fixing to break her focus and force her into a side headlock. If he pulls it off, he will start to punch the poledancer repeatedly in the head.

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Hawksley's Submission ES.

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

[DJAMILA]
Keeps doing her meditation, it seems she is oblivious to everything around her, but when Hawksley reaches for her this time, she's no longer on the ground. She's back in the air on her staff. "Not this time, good sir, or ever again if I have a say in it." She chuckles.

Then, inverting herself, she extends her legs and starts spinning around in a sort of helicopter kick until she reaches the ground, trying to hit Hawksley body with it. Either way she gets back up after.

COMBATSYS: Djamila successfully hits Hawksley with Chopper Spin.

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

[HAWKSLEY]
Djamila deftly dodges away from Hawksley's grabbing hands, leaving them clasping nothing but air. "You're the second stripper that's give me the slip lately" he murmurs, making light of the situation.

As the Iraqi inverts herself into the incredibly impressive position, he lets out a low whistle, which is silenced by the whirling legs landing blows on his bronzed body. "Jesus" he gasps, as he clambers to find his feet again. "That's fecking brutal."

He breaks into a beaming smile, braving through the bashing and then prepares to battle on. Making a dive for Djamila, he will aim to kick her in the ribs.

COMBATSYS: Hawksley successfully hits Djamila with Diving Kick.

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

[DJAMILA]
"When it becomes a pattern, then one must look at the common variable." She tells him as her feet hits his body.

He is quickly back up however and Djamila tries to not be there again, but she's not fast enough and gets the diving kick int he ribs with a oof. "Oh that's going to bruise." She brought the staff with her as she fell down and uses it to get back up, but that did rock her. "I might have few damaged ones. Sheesh."

She can't stop there however. She grinds her teeth and takes some time to recenter herself and catch her breath.

COMBATSYS: Djamila stops moving and focuses herself.

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

[HAWKSLEY]
"You might be on to something there" the man muses, as Djamila delivers her words of wisdom. "I'll worry about that later though. As for your ribs, you'll be grand. A stiff drink and a hot bath works wonders for me."

Despite the dancer deciding to take another breather, the brawler has no intention of slowing down himself. He moves towards her at speed and tries to lift her off her feet, with the intention of throwing her to the other side of the stage.

COMBATSYS: Djamila interrupts Quick Throw from Hawksley with Teddy.

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

[DJAMILA]
"I am always on to something, people just don't listen" She kids, hopefully it shows in her tone of voice. "As for my ribs. It's nothing. I've had worse. But good job. It's painful."

Then she has Hawksley comes at her with speed. It seems he easily grabs her, hurting the already damaged body, but as he lifts her up, she spins her staff against him to make him drop her. Then she spins it harder with her wind chi. She hits him with the staff and wind chi together. "Get the hell away from me!!!" She screams. After a moment, she stops, and the wind chi comes back to her, healing her a bit, her ribs less sensitive at the moment.

[HAWKSLEY]
As the spinning staff is sent towards him, the brazen bar brawler is bashed brutally by it's force. "Feck" he splutters as she screams, unsure which is worse between the whacking and the wailing.

He's blown backwards by the whirling wind, sending him sprawling across the stage. He remains down, battling to catch his breath, before bringing his fist down with force, smashing it into the stage's surface.

His action ignites the ground, creating a ring of roaring fire that spreads outwards to surround both the fighters. Dashing towards Djamila, he will aim to deliver a devastating lightning-fast punch, with the intention of sending the Iraqi woman flying through the wall of flames.

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

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

[DJAMILA]
Djamila sees the ring going on fire all around them, and she means to dodge, but that punch is really quick. She's not fast enough at all. The punch sends her into the fire. That has to be it. No one gets up from being on fire, right?

But no, she gets up, her clothes burning. It has to hurt. Her skin has to be burning too. Her face shows it is the case.

Then suddenly, she's in front of Hawksley and moves her staff at her leg to trip him down. If she manages to do so, she then jumps in the air and smacks her staff down on him hard, with both physical strength and wind chi to help push the staff down. Whether she hits or not after this, the adrenaline leaves her, and she has just enough energy to roll on the ground to stop the first before it does further damage. Then she is out unmoving and smoking. Again, it shows smoking is bad for you.

But then surprise, but she's trying hard to get up. She's not giving up right now. But doesn't seem super strong either. "Not like thi

[COCO]
There's a satisfied smirk on Coco's face as Djamila whacks Hawksley with her stick to break free of his grasp.

"Come on, Djay-Djay!"

The girl claps her hands together, bouncing on her Versace mules. Her eyes go wide as she recognizes the act of Hawksley smashing his fist into the floor.

"Oh no, look out!" Coco shouts down at Djamila as she drops down to the seat of the bench and grabs her binturong protectively, keeping the bearcat safe from the distant fire as Morgie starts to kick his paws in the air with surprise.

"Come on, don't let that wanker win!"

COMBATSYS: Hawksley blocks Djamila's Jade Split EX.

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Hawksley         0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0          Djamila

[HAWKSLEY]
The fierce female emerges from the flames. She may be frazzled but she's fighting on! "Fair play to you" Hawksley praises, admiring her tenacity.

When the staff comes swinging in to try and trip him, he thrusts out his fists to push it away. Her strength causes him to stumble and he's obviously showing the strain, as the stress placed upon his muscles causes them to burn.

It seems like the effort is telling on Djamila too and as she hits the deck, he watches to see if this time she will stay down. It seems the answer is no, as once again she rises to her feet to face off against the Irish fighter.

Coco's calls from the crowd, cause the Cork man to raise his hand up, flipping her the bird in response to her cheeky taunts. Of course, for those who may not know the gesture is directed at the purple haired posh girl, they may also take offence.

"You're showing me a real good time" he murmurs to Djamila as he steps closer to her and then swiftly moves to lift her skywards before trying to throw her into the front row of the audience.

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Hawksley's Fast Throw.

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Hawksley         0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
"You're more than I expected." She simply says. "Wind, carry me." She says softly, then continues to fight. SHe also hears Coco. Perhaps it helps her continue as well.

When Hawksley comes for her, she slams her staff down quickly and spins away before vaulting herself at him, in a sort of jump kick, trying to hit him again. Her whole body aches and stinks rather strongly from the burns too. The wind seems to sooth her a bit though. "Not this time."

COMBATSYS: Hawksley interrupts Butterfly from Djamila with Shining Light.

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

[HAWKSLEY]
"I'm glad to surprise you" Hawksley responds, his dark eyes flashing as she slips away from his efforts to grab her. "It seems like I'm not the only one capable of doing so."

Her escape is impressive and it spurs the Irish man on to keep on coming at her. As he inhales the scent of her scorched flesh, when she moves in to try and kick him, he sets himself ablaze again, drawing fire to his fists, before launching himself high into the air. She still manages to catch his leg as he's ascending upwards, but he pushes through the pain to find the energy to launch his blazing knuckles into her chin.

[DJAMILA]
As she jump kick him, she gets hit in the chin by his blazing knuckle, and it hurts hard. What can she do. Well her chin got hurt, so what. Hell, she can lose her chin if necessary. But it hurts like hell, and she feels her energy going from her. So she needs to do a desperate move now

While still in the air, she slams her staff back down, and uses her momentum to spin around, uses win chi as well to speed herself up, and to finish, she sends a roundhouse kick toward him. Whatever happens after that, she falls on the ground, on her knees, holding her staff and right now, her body doesn't wish to move anymore. She doesn't want to say so, but she won't be able to continue, no matter what happens.

COMBATSYS: Djamila can no longer fight.

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Hawksley         0/-------/-----==|

COMBATSYS: Hawksley blocks Djamila's Back Hook Spin EX.

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Hawksley         0/-------/---====|

COMBATSYS: Hawksley takes no action.


COMBATSYS: Hawksley can no longer fight.


[HAWKSLEY]
The uppercut smacks into the staff fighter's chin and yet still she comes back for more. Hawksley offers her a slow smile, savouring the thrill of the violent and brutal battle these two have endured together.

As she spins towards him at speed, he feels the kick connect with his stomach and starts to stagger backwards. He slumps to the stage floor, his eyeslashes fluttering as they start to close. If this were a boxing match, the referee would be starting his count, but as the time would come to reach the ten, Hawksley pushes himself up on to all fours, panting with the pain he feels. Standing up slowly and swaying with the motion, he looks around to seek out his opponent. Seeing she's still down on her knees, he raises his arm aloft in aknowledgment of his victory.

[DJAMILA]
A few medics come check them both. Djamila is taken away, she couldn't find the strength to stand up and she hurts everywhere right now. She doesn't know about Hawksley wellbeing. She just hear him declared the winner. She is happy for him, but it hurts deep inside. But it's alright. All pain can be contained when it's emotional. And with that, Hawksley is left alone in the ring to celebrate

[COCO]
Coco finds herself starting to cheer when Hawksley hits the stage floor.

"Woowoo! Come on, Djamila! Get back up! Stay down, Hawksley! Good boy!"

Captain Morgan chuckles in Coco's arms at the praise, apparently taking it as unironic commentary toward his own behaviour.

"Djamila?"

When Hawksley is the first to come to, Coco's face flushes, and she lets out a heated huff. She ends up cuddling Captain Morgan against her cotton top as she makes her way down the steps, wandering over to hover on the periphery of the small crowd surrounding the stage to cheer the victor in the close-fought competition.

"Well, good try, babes," she calls to Djamila before the dancer disappears, before turning her eyes toward Hawksley.

"Looks like you're still living up to your nickname, Lucky. By the way, you dropped this a minute ago."

She acts as if reaching into her pocket before holding up a hand and extending her middle finger in mimicry of the gesture he made toward her earlier before sticking her tongue out and turning to go. "Come on, Morgie. Let's go choose a costume."

Log created on 10:59:36 05/01/2023 by Djamila, and last modified on 16:15:51 05/02/2023.