Match of the Millennium

Description: It's a disastrous day for the wardrobe department as Coco of Team Blaze and Djamila of Team Metal face off in the Corona Row District for Round Two!

[DJAMILA]
Corona Row District. It looks like a mess now. Though, it was a mess before too. But right now, it's about to be a lot more fun. A match about to happen here. Some people managed to come to watch the fight. It even has a specific arena of sorts, even if it won't stop the fight from spilling outside of it

Djamila makes her way to the specified fighting place. she has a skip to her steps right now. It looks like she feels good. Her song is blasting in the air. And when she can be seen, a group of sexy women screams at the top of their lungs. They are here. Part of her "family" is. She waves toward the loud sounds they make. She also waves to everyone else, while at it. She got some fans after all, and she wishes to never ignore anyone. Then she gets to the ring. She can hear the sounds of drones moving around the place to get different points of view. Djamila is happy about this match. She likes Coco. She still wants to win of course, but it should be a good one.

She sets her staff down and starts undulating her hips, a bit as she does during a match. Except now it's more vibrant. She's ready and pumped for this match.

[COCO]
==*== SEVERAL MINUTES EARLIER ==*==

"What do you mean, there's no changing room?" Coco says with a disbelieving look at the female attendant who's just given her the news before looking down at the yoga pants and tight spandex tank top she's still wearing after her morning sun salutations.

"Well, the trailer that was going to be used for your changing room was parked here overnight," the attendant says slowly, an awkward, toothy frown on her face. "And as of this morning it's... gone."

"You parked a trailer -here- overnight? In the crime-iest street in Sunshine City? Are you lot daft or just completely bonkers?" Coco asks in rhetorical disbelief. She gestures to a corner across the street, from which a group of burly men are eyeing up the conversation. "Look at those blokes over there! They're trying to decide whether they can steal a car or summat from you in broad daylight with dozens of people here! Of course they'd nick a trailer with running water and clothes in it that you left overnight!"

"Actually, it was towed for parking illegally," the attendant says, scratching her head, "and I think those are some of your fans who want to get your autograph."

"Oh," Coco says flatly, sending a silver glance back to the group, who appear disgruntled and deflated. "I think they may have heard me."

"Almost certainly," the attendant confirms. "Now, you want me to hold onto Morgie for you until after the match, right?"

"Yeah, that would be fab," Coco says, pulling the binturong off of her back and handing it over to the other woman. "Thanks, Cleo. Hello, boys! So sorry to keep you all waiting - who wants a selfie?"

==*== PRESENTLY ==*==

Having hastily donned her gloves and footwraps after the last-minute fan service, Coco is already covered in sweat by the time that she steps into the ring opposite from Djamila, her own theme song blaring over the speakers as she makes her entrance. Whether it's her own sweat from the workout she'd done in her yoga clothes earlier or the sweat of the musclebound men she's been taking pictures with is hard to say.

(Actually, it's both, and that was pretty easy to say after all.)

Somehow, she appears both over-dressed and under-dressed, compared to her usual attire.

"Hello, Djam-Djam! It's me, Coco! From the yoga class!" Coco addresses her opponent. "All set, are we? I was going to change clothes, but the trailer's gone, and I didn't trust the bloke who offered to keep guard while I changed in the alley," she says as she lifts one bent knee and raises her gloves in a Muay Thai pose.

COMBATSYS: Coco has started a fight here.

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Coco             0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Djamila has joined the fight here.

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Coco             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
Djamila's hips undulations change when the music changes too. Following the new rhythm. Today she's in short black shorts, a tight orange t-shirt, her hijab, her black blindfold, and some sort of black boots.

I remember you, Coco. I have a good memory, don't worry. You still look good in what you have. So fight with confidence. Besides I like you. I am still going to win though." She smiles. "You will give me a run for my money. I know it won't be easy." She stops dancing and removes her staff from the ground. "Good luck Coco.

Then she moves swiftly toward Coco and then slams her staff back down, Chi holding it there.

She then gets on the staff. She flips herself, holding by her leg, and reaches for Coco's legs, toward her ankles. If she has her way, she pulls to trip her.

COMBATSYS: Coco instinctively blocks Djamila's Inside Leg Hang.

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Coco             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Djamila

[COCO]
"Oh, right," Coco says with a bemused expression as Djamila responds to her comment about her own clothing. It was probably a bit pointless to say anything about it. Hopefully Djamila's other senses aren't so enhanced that she'll be gagging on the smell of yoga sweat and muscly side-hugs.

When Djamila grabs hold of her elevated leg, Coco tries at first to escape from her hand, but then resorts instead to letting herself fall, using her gloved hands to catch herself and deaden the impact to her tailbone as her butt hits the pavement.

"Ow," the posh purple-haired girl groans with a grimace, though she doesn't let herself wallow - instead, she throws out a couple of quick jabs from her seated position at Djamila's inverted upper body, aiming to disorient her, before rising swiftly up to her feet by shoving off the ground. If she can manage it, she'll hook her underarm around Djamila's pole and aim to pull the weapon - and its wielder - down to crash into the ground before rolling away herself.

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Coco's Singapore Sling.

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Coco             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
"I know you're pretty." Djamila chuckles. "The kind who can wear a plastic garage back and still be cute." $Didn't exactly go to plan, but what does. She has "seen" Coco fight of course but never faced her herself. Any pain is good pain. Her girls are cheering the loudest for her, even if Coco lets herself fall mostly.

When Coco tries to reciprocate, first with a couple of jabs, Djamila is already gone, having to lift herself back upright on her pole. When Coco then goes to lift the staff, it is well attached, the chi not letting go.

"Not this time," Djamila tells her as she quickly ponders what to do next. She jumps from her staff, and then detaches it from the ground. She uses the momentum to swim toward Coco's side. She seems to know where Coco is. At least the general area, based on her swing. Either way, she lands gracefully at what one might call an unexpected angle.

COMBATSYS: Coco dodges Djamila's Evasive Strike.

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Coco             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0          Djamila

[COCO]
"Really?" Coco murmurs at Djamila's remark about her looking cute in a plastic garbage bag. She didn't think that anyone had posted the pictures from that particular party. The party-loving pugilist resolves within not to allow herself to be rattled by the mysterious woman's mind games. She releases the pole when her tugging proves unproductive, and as the staff swings around toward her, Coco instinctively drops back down to the floor - legs spreading dangerously far apart as she lands on her hands in a pose that would likely be painful for someone less limbered up. A whoop comes up from some members of the crowd at the resulting impressive splayed display. It appears that the girl's dedication to yoga is paying off, even if it didn't score her any favours with a certain famous yogi.

"How do you do that? Is it magnets or something?" she asks, easing herself back up from her near-splits and coiling back into the kickboxing stance she'd adopted before. Her eyes narrow slightly as she shifts her weight on her feet and watches, waiting for Djamila's next move.

COMBATSYS: Coco focuses on her next action.

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Coco             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
"Yeah. Why would I lie? It's not like you thinking you are pretty will help me win the match or anything."

Then Coco does a superb dodge, even if her legs go far apart. Hopefully, the yoga pants don't get completely transparent from that.

Though even if Coco doesn't try to attack back, Djamila,for now continues her assault, using her staff to strike what she believes will be Coco's chest. It's nothing fancy as she simply pushes her staff forward rather hard before pulling it back to her. "Come on Coco. You can do it!" After she is done with her attack, whether she hits or not.

COMBATSYS: Djamila successfully hits Coco with Quick Strike.
- Power hit! -

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Coco             0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0          Djamila

[COCO]
With her defensive posture regained and her senses renewed, the direct strike toward her chest seems straightforward enough for Coco to guard against - but something within her tells her that she ought to try and avoid it completely. She swings her body to her left, trying to let the weapon slide past her, but the staff instead collides with the side of her left bosom, eliciting a yelp from the girl as she can already feel a bruise blossoming beneath her tank top. "Bloody hell," she groans as she starts to stagger back, her expression turning to a scowl. A moment later, she's lunging back at Djamila, aiming to retaliate by getting inside her staff's long reach and forcing a clinch. If she can establish one, she'll try and overpower the dancer, feinting a knee to force a low guard so that she can snap an elbow over her arms. If she manages to do so, she'll follow up by swinging her hip into Djamila's center of gravity to try and knock her over!

COMBATSYS: Djamila blocks Coco's Tiki Bongo.

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Coco             0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
"Oof, that must have hurt," Djamila says when she feels her staff hitting something semi-hard, yet semi-soft too. Of course, it's after what she said previously. She still quickly pulls it back.

Coco then decides to clinch. Djamila isn't exactly used to that, but one arm only goes up. Maybe because she is not supposed to see the fake knee. The elbow is still strong, and she feels it in her arm. It distracts her enough to get hit by Coco's swinging hips. But she does not quite fall over. This has not been ideal for Djamila, but not the worse either.

Since Coco is still relatively close to this. Djamila sets her staff back down, Chi holding it again, then she jumps high on it. She extends her legs and starts spinning, into a helicopter kick, lowering down until she hits the floor in a perfect frontal split, hopefully hitting Coco in the process. She gets back up after that.

COMBATSYS: Coco instinctively blocks Djamila's Chopper Spin.

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Coco             0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0          Djamila

[COCO]
Her efforts don't pay off as well as she would have hoped, but Coco remains more confident in the close quarters than at a distance where Djamila's pole seemed to be giving her the advantage. As Djamila starts to helicopter-kick down her pole, Coco gets her gloves up, repeatedly smacking away Djamila's legs as she weaves and ducks around the multi-tiered assault. One errant kick does manage to catch her in the shoulder, but Coco shrugs it off, rolling the bare joint in its socket before trying to aim a straight kick at the dancer, attempting to push her off the pole before she can regain her footing before throwing out a quick left jab and following with a right cross, never allowing her guard to fully drop as she does so.

COMBATSYS: Djamila fails to interrupt Bloody Mary from Coco with Improvised Smack.

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Coco             1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
Again Djamila doesn't get the payback she wishes for with her attack, but it's alright. She's not in a hurry. She just needs to last.

As she gets up, she receives a kick into her side. She releases the staff, and it falls to the ground. She thinks of stomping on the staff to make it raise and hit Coco, except she misses her pole and stomps the ground instead. Because of that, she gets in the face the jab, and the right cross.

This successful move makes her spit blood from her mouth. That will bruise for a while. "fuck." It stops her from doing any further attacks at the moment.

[COCO]
The display of Djamila spitting blood from her mouth gives Coco pause, a moment's hesitation in the girl's grey eyes. "Are you alright, love?" she asks as she squeezes her fingers together, trying to resist the swelling pain in her own hands from the attack. Then, a moment later, she seems to regain her sense of place, her brows setting. "Oh, right! It's a punch in the mouth! It's supposed to hurt! Tea and sympathy can wait!" Continuing on the assault, Coco reaches out to try and grab Djamila by the shoulders, once again trying to force the dancer into a clinch. If she can, she'll wrestle the Iraqi fighter into a bent-double position before drilling a hard knee into Djamila's head that would release her from the clutch and send hopefully her sprawling.

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Coco's Combo Grapple.

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Coco             1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
"I am alright babe. I just had to get a taste of your medicine. She spit more blood out of her mouth.

As Coco tries to press her advantage, she isn't there anymore, spinning herself to the side. As she does, her staff lifts and comes back into her hand. If Coco can feel the chi, its wind chi bringing it back to her. "Not this time Coco. Let's chill a bit."

After saying that, Djamila slams one end of her staff down, sticking it there, and swings her hips in a light motion. As she starts making the 'om' sound, a light breeze flows around her. It seems to soothe her body a bit. "Come on babe. More. Give me more." If she could wink, she would.

As she does this, her girls go crazy again. Yeah, they can be noisy, but it's her loud 'family'.

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

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Coco             1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1          Djamila

[COCO]
Coco huffs as she finds that the girl she was trying to grapple has suddenly given her the slip. She pivots her stance so that she's facing her foe once more. Her head tilts a little to one side as Djamila stops fighting altogether and starts to hum and sway.

"I don't think it's an appropriate time to chill, Djay-Djay!" she declares with a bemused expression. Rather than follow the bidding of the dancer, she throws herself sidelong at her, aiming to crash her hip sideways to force out a low defense before snapping a high elbow toward Djamila's head!

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Coco's Aggressive Strike.

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Coco             1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
Djamila doesn't answer yet. She is simply swinging her hips. Not like Coco is about to do, however. Coco wasn't ready to dance

Instead, Coco swings her hips toward Djamila, but she is not there anymore. She's up on her staff. "There is always time to chill. She grins. Coco might hit Djamila's pole, but it stands strong at the moment.

Once she's ready to go back on the offense, Djamila, inverts herself again, holding herself by her legs, and moves to throw a punch at Coco's belly in that position. At least, that's the plan. She's trying to surprise her, but who knows at this point?

Whether she hits or not, after that, Djamila gracefully but quickly flips back on her feet to be on steady ground. At least for the moment.

COMBATSYS: Djamila successfully hits Coco with Improvised Punch.

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Coco             1/---====/=======|=======\====---\1          Djamila

[COCO]
Coco is caught off-guard as Djamila somehow manages to ascend the pole too fast for her hips to find her. The kickboxer's gloves reflexively drop toward her stomach as Djamila lashes out from below, but the punch narrowly slips past her defenses and lands against her vitals, causing her stagger backwards and wince.

"Bollocks," Coco grunts, before narrowing her eyes as they glint silver. "Right. If you insist..." she says as she tries to swing herself on Djamila's pole, aiming to chase her around her own prop. "Let's get sexy!"

As she says as much, she aims to wrap her legs around Djamila's waist and backflip off the pole, intending to slam the stripper into the stage using her momentum so that she's on top of her. If she manages to do so, she'll start unloading punch after punch on her opponent, intent on battering her with the full force of her frustration, throwing in an elbow or two for good measure where she thinks she can!

COMBATSYS: Coco successfully hits Djamila with S.O.T.B..

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Coco             1/-------/<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
"Too slow, no?" She says, but she would regret her words soon enough.

Coco gets her legs around Djamila's waist. Djamila tries to keep her legs wrapped around the pole, but she can't. She is slammed hard into the mat by Coco and has her breath cut for a moment. During that moment, she gets hit over and over and over by punches and even some elbows. But as the pain grows, and her face gets bloody, something grows inside her. "Oh, that's what you want. OK!" Her face does look like a mess though. Coco has hit hard.

Air can be felt around Djamila. She's going to try something crazy. As she is under Coco, her staff starts to shake, then suddenly disconnects and starts spinning like crazy. If she has her way, the staff moves toward Coco and hits her both with the wind and several blows. The problem is, can she do it? She's hoping to surprise Coco that way. Wind chi was still all around her and the staff, like a bit of a storm. But if it's hit, it's the staff itself that will do the most damage. Her wind is not a great force to hurt, not currently, but useful in other things.

COMBATSYS: Coco blocks Djamila's Teddy.

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Coco             1/-----<</<<<<<<<|>>>>---\-------\0          Djamila

[COCO]
The sheen of sweat glistening on Coco's body gleams bright under the afternoon sun as she finishes battering the dancer beneath her. A chant starts to rise from the impromptu fanclub that's gathered in Coco's corner of the seating.

"CO-CO! CO-CO!"

Two men at the back of the group stand with muscle-laden arms aloft, one wearing a leopard-print tank top, the other in a denim jacket and no shirt. Each holds up a sign with the letters 'CO' written on them - the left one in purple and the right one in bold blue - which together form the fighter's nickname, undulating as they bounce asynchronously on their feet.

"Kick her booty!" the one on the left yells.

"C'mon, Puffs!" the other one shouts.

"Puffs?" Coco questions as she breaks the stride of her violence, chest heaving, one eyebrow raising as she shakes the pain out of her hands. "Don't you mean Pops?"

Suddenly, the staff is flying at her back. She can't twist herself around to block it while she's straddling Djamila, despite her efforts, so she instead lifts her hips up - causing the pole to smack against the well-cushioned seat of her yoga pants rather than her vitals, back or head. She takes a couple of blows that way, wincing and sucking air between clenched teeth as the crowd cheers, before rolling away from the spinning weapon and up to her feet, turning to face Djamila and her mystic pole as she shifts back into her Muay Thai stance.

"Seriously? I thought they were my fans," Coco mutters under her breath, realising that some of the crowd who were applauding are the ones in her corner.

"Way to give it your ass, Coco!" somebody shouts.

Flushing and flummoxed, Coco focuses her faculties on her foe. "Whatever! Let's get lit!"

Stepping suddenly forward, she starts to kick high and low at Djamila with her right leg, a furious flurry of feet flying from her to try and bludgeon Djamila's body. She'll finish off with a spinning back kick aimed in the middle, attempting to kick Djamila right in the guts if she's standing!

COMBATSYS: Coco successfully hits Djamila with L.I.T..
>> Decisive Hit!! <<

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Coco             0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>---\1          Djamila

[DJAMILA]
Djamila doesn't hit again quite like she wanted to, but there has been some damage done to someone's ass with a pole. So that's something to tell in a story later on.

Now they are both up, and Coco goes into a flurry of kicks. Djamila doesn't have her staff in her hand currently. "Chun-li, huh? It's a good role model." She is tired and tries to move away as she doesn't think she can block it. But she doesn't move away enough, and her body gets battered by Coco's kicks. She's bruised, and bloody, and when the middle kick comes, she winces in pain. She's barely standing. "Fuck!" She mutters.

She goes now goes all in. Summing her stick to her. "Fine, if I go down. I go down in style. She summons, her staff, pushes her body to the max, and starts spinning her staff again. First overhead, then she brings it in front of her. Trying to hit Coco with a flurry of wind and staff blows. It's very similar to what she just did before, except this time, she's holding her staff. If she has her way anyway. Then she falls to her knees. It's unsure if she can get up or not.

COMBATSYS: Djamila can no longer fight.

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Coco             0/-------/--=====|

COMBATSYS: Coco blocks Djamila's Teddy.

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Coco             1/-------/=======|

[COCO]
Coco finishes her flurry standing on one foot, her right knee raised with her foot at the ready for further punishment should such be necessary. Her chest rises and falls with each breath as she pants for air. As Djamila starts to crumple, her expression is torn between sympathy and a smile - victory appears to have been achieved.

The smile turns upside down when Djamila accuses her of copping Chun-Li's moves, though.

"Uhm, obviously that wasn't Chun-Li's move! If anything, that was an homage to Tia Langray, originator of the Mirage Spear Kick, if you please!" she retorts with haughty indignation. Tia Langray, and her fans by extension, has been a beacon for accusers of pugilistic plagiarism. She's been accused of stealing moves from Ryu, Chun-Li, William Guile, and even a certain infamous warlord, when clearly, these have all been Muay Thai techniques all along. Karate, kung fu, and boxing all have a lot to answer for when it comes to borrowing elements from Muay Thai.

"And I clearly use a unique stance that - gyah!"

The staff is suddenly spinning toward her while her leg is still raised. She feels the wind blowing toward her, and the staff comes around, catching her under her knee. Latching on with her legs to avoid letting it fly up to smash her between them, she ends up riding the pole as it swings. The fabric of her yoga pants stretches as she slides backward against the ground, before rolling rapidly in retreat.

"Oww!"

The purple-haired fighter flinches as her momentum finally arrests with Djamila's collapse. She keeps her eyes shut for another moment as she picks herself up off of the ground.

"Bloody hell," she gasps as she rubs at her sore backside. She could almost swear she still feels that breeze from the dancer's chi on her skin. Slowly, she opens her eyes, looking down toward Djamila's fallen body as cheers erupt from the crowd and cameras click behind her.

"Oh! I've won, haven't I? Cheers, lovelies!"

She twists at the waist to smile and raise a hand in a victory V for the fans behind her, smiling cheerily as more cameras click.

It's only a second later that she realizes that her trousers haven't come up with her - leaving a snug purple thong flanked by a pair of nearly-matching bruises presented to the crowd along with her salute.

Apparently she's nicking a certain other Brit's style, now, too.

Blushing brightly, she bends down to hastily re-secure her dignity.

"So sorry!" she apologizes to no one who wants it as cheers and whistles continue. "God, this had better not end up in that run-down bit...!"

Forcing a smile back on, she turns around to hold up another V while her other hand behind her makes sure that her pants stay up.

COMBATSYS: Coco takes no action.

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Coco             1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Coco has ended the fight here.


[DJAMILA]
Djamila is unmoving for a while, besides her breathing. Coco gets her well deserve celebration and cheers from her fan as she is the clear winner.

At one point Djamila moves and forces herself back up. Right now, she's battered from all those kicks and the rest of the fight. She still moves behind Coco and, if able to, gives her a pat on the back. "Congrats babe. you kicked ass. Great victory." She is upset but at herself. She just can't bring herself to be upset at Coco. she earned her victory. When she sees the feels her girls, her "family." looking at her, she feels a bit of peace inside herself. Because she could feel it inside herself, even if she lost, she still was one of them. She blows them a kiss, then she slowly moves away from the area, so Coco can continue her celebration without her getting in the way.

[COCO]
"Oh, thanks, babes! That was wicked! I think I've learnt a lot from that!" Coco replies to Djamila.

Not much later, the attendant from before comes back up to Coco with a bearcat in her arms. Coco indicates with a nod that Morgie can be left on the ground, as her hands are preoccupied. Apparently a certain drawstring has gone AWOL. No big deal; obviously, she can just get changed in the...

"Blast..."

Log created on 10:29:06 06/30/2023 by Coco, and last modified on 10:02:40 07/01/2023.