Match of the Millennium

Description: The Pink Paradise is about to get hopping more than usual--as Ayala and Djamila square off for the third around of NFG!

[AYALA]
Ayala had been through a fair bit in the past weeks. After her last match, Juri and Abigail (well, mostly Juri) had seen to it that she ratchet up her sparring and training to the point she'd likely gained a few new scars here and there on her body. Little ones, sure, and ones that fit in with the others from back home well enough they might not be noticed, however... She had not anticipated this turn of events, having to show up to the club she only vaguely remembered (though, good memories) of her time partying and showing off with Djamila. This bothered her. It made her angry. She didn't want to have to come back here to /fight/, of all things, especially not Djamila. She had spent a few hours reflecting on it the night before. And had even briefly considered calling this whole thing off. She didn't /belong/ here, in this weird world of phones and air conditioning and people who'd never hunted a piece of food in their life. And yet, she liked it. At least liked some of the people here. Which made this harder for her to do. There would be no joy in this, and part of her wanted it to get done as fast as possible.

Stepping foot out of her transportation, and into the glowing neon lights, dressed in her fur bikini, plus converse sneakers, and made her way into the Pink Paradise--a name that might have made her chuckle if she had understood the double entendre there. This at least got some rise out of the folks that had arrived to watch this whole thing, striding in to get setup and begin the match. Where was the fighting even taking place? The stage?

[DJAMILA]
Djamila had her share of problems too, since the last fight. But it made her grow in some way because she had help, great friends, and a mentor. It's why she is here today. Fighting Ayala is not ideal, but she's going to do her best and expects Ayala to do the same. There's no way she wouldn't be here. Good thing she got cleared for fighting.

Djamila gets to Pink Paradise by the backdoor. You've worked at one strip club. You know how they all work really. So by the back, it is. Then she makes her way to the dancing stage. She looks much different from the last time anyone saw her. She has no hijab, and her long hair hiding usually, under is now shaved on the right and reaching her cheek on the left, in a half-buzzcut. She's also dressed in orange short shorts and a rather tight orange top. Her feet seem bare for that match.

Once on stage, she sets her staff to stay up, and then she grabs one of the poles already on this. "You're ready for this Match people? Because Djamila sure is ready." Although on the side side of her forehead, peeks bruise from under her hair. But yeah she's ready." She does a few purely stripping moves on the bar, even giving a peek at the waist band of her panties, showing they are lacy under there. Then she lands back down and grabs her staff. "Ayala, give me your best. I will give you the same. Whoever wins, friends for life." She smiles at her.

COMBATSYS: Djamila has started a fight here.

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Djamila          0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Ayala has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Djamila          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
Ayala gapes. Not at the decor, or the fact they're all on camera in this place, or even the absurdity of the situation. Instead it's...

"Djamila! Hair!" she claps her hands over her cheeks like the kid in Home Alone, aghast at this. "It... it short!" she hadn't been notified of this development, it would appear. Few people have, likely. It doesn't please her, more confuse her, and makes her worried, but it does momentarily remove her concern over what is happening. The stage and the poles and the neon lights were pretty unnatural to her, but also pleasant, on some level--she'd gotten used to this place before, it was strange to have to come here to do 'battle', more or less, as she felt it was.

"Ayala have many questions, and sorry to have to fight Djamila! But not going to go easy, alright?" she took a deep breath and nodded, getting into position on stage. Looked like Djamila was taking this seriously as well, as she was dressed to fight, and not to dance.

"Lets go!" she jumped up, attempting to heel kick the dancer girl in the shoulder, as if gravity did not apply.

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Ayala's Quick Smash.

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Djamila          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Ayala

[DJAMILA]
"No more hijab, and my hair got in the way." In more ways than one, but she does not say that.

"Don't be sorry. We both want to win, and we will do our best. No easy at all." She promises to Ayala and she does get in her stance.

When Ayala says let's go. Djamila is very ready. Gravity not applying, Djamila knows. As soon as Ayala begins her move, Djamila's staff is down, and she's on the other side of it before the kick reachers her, and then she climbs higher on her staff

Once at the top, she extends her legs and makes herself spins in a nice helicopter spins. If she has her way she's going to kick Ayala. Either way, she spins until she reaches the ground in a split.

"I am having fun already." She says from that position.

COMBATSYS: Ayala blocks Djamila's Chopper Spin.

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Djamila          0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
She knew Djamila was fast, though her speed still impresses--Ayala's kick goes too wide, missing the dancing girl entirely. The spinning kick is however intercepted by Ayala--bringing her wrists and forearms up, ducking her body partially out of the way to soften the blow--shrugging off part of the force.

"Djamila hurt more than thought~" Ayala's tone is more playful, surprisingly, despite her earlier tone and seriousness, she had never gotten the chance to actualy fight the dancer--though to be fair she hadn't necessarily wanted to before. Now that she's forced to, well... It opens up an interesting avenue, to be sure.

Ayala brings her right hand back up and forms a fist, winding up a bit like she's going for a heavy straight punch--and then the blows just start coming--the cavewoman punching repeatedly towards Djamila's upper body and head!

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Ayala's Gatling Punch.

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Djamila          0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0            Ayala

[DJAMILA]
"I bet you hurt too, but right now, I wouldn't know." She says playfully, and she hopes it sounds playful to Ayala too. "Come on Ayala." She would wink if she could, but yea, eyes and blindfold. All that stuff. Now it's too bad she didn't clean hit with her legs, but Djamila didn't expect it to have it easy either.

Then it's time for Ayala's next attack. It looks like a strong punch, but shit, instead, she gets a flurry of them. She can adapt though. Her priority is to protect her head, as her mentor told her to. She still manages to move fluidly on her pole, reversing, coming up straight, one side, then the other, extending, and even making herself a smaller target. With some skills and some luck, she passes through that nasty unexpected attack. "Ok, that was fast. Ayala fast too!"

From her inverse position right now on the pole, she delivers a light kick toward Ayala just to see how she will react to this one from that position.

COMBATSYS: Ayala endures Djamila's Light Kick.

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Djamila          0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
This time, the cavewoman is seemingly not so fast--as the impact of the kick smacks into her--but this time Ayala's hands latch onto the leg as it's still in the air, pulling Djamila towards her.

It's probably pretty creepy to see a lady try to drag you toward her, teeth bared and her hands rising--hooked into claws, even if it is from a rather striking young lady with long blonde curls like that. Ayala attempts to maul Djamila with her teeth and nails, chomping right down on one of those lovely calves with her teeth, even--trying to use the force of her upper body and jaws to drag and throw Djamila around the stage!

COMBATSYS: Djamila blocks Ayala's Tooth & Nail ES.

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Djamila          0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0            Ayala

[DJAMILA]
The kick hits, it almost seems too easy. The fact she gets her leg grabbed proves that point. "Oh." Protect your head, protect yourself." She keeps hold of the staff. She winces in pain from getting bitten. But she refuses to let go of the staff. The staff, also holds on the stage. Her legs bleed a bit, and it hurts, but she's not thrown around. She is not a rag doll, damn it.

She feels some anger rising. She keeps it in check, however. It's ok. When she can get her leg back, she gets back on the staff, but she lets herself slide back down on the ground. "Well done, Ayala, you caught me off guard. I must admit." She starts swinging her hips while she talks. "I am proud of you." Winds build up around her, and she starts chanting the humming sound. Letting the wind soothe her leg out. "Give me more, Ayala." She smiles. "Come on!" She keeps undulating her hips.

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

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Djamila          0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
The dancer girl is able to slip away from Ayala's grasp before she can really drag and manipulate the girl's body, much to her chagrin. However she's surprised by what happens next as she draws back and wipes her face with the back of her hand and arm. The girls wind up sort of circling eachother now, which likely makes this look a lot less serious than what it is--given the dancing poles and neon lights. It's like a hell in the cell match--but in a strip club.

Ayala takes the moment to stand back and suck in a huge lungful of air, rotating and popping joints and cracking her knuckles as she waits for Djamila to move.

COMBATSYS: Ayala gains composure.

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Djamila          0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0            Ayala

[DJAMILA]
So Ayala decides not to attack either. It was a weird match, but Djamila studies. In raw strength, Ayala is probably the strongest of the two. Djamila probably is faster, but not that much. She can't rely on that all the time. Does she have an advantage because it's in a strip club? Not really. She always has her pole. Anyway, back to action now

Djamila lifts her staff but quickly slams it down in a new position. She jumps on her staff, then she flips around, to be upside down and holds herself up by her knees. From that position, she tries to grab Ayala's hair. If she manages that, she starts punching her head with her fist. Djamila too, can use her fists when necessary. At one point, she does let go, however, after a few punches.

COMBATSYS: Ayala blocks Djamila's Knee Hold EX.

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Djamila          0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
"Hoo--Djamila need to hold out long to tire Ayala!" the cavewoman grins as Djamila lifts her weapon, sort of using it to pole-vault toward her, clinging onto the pole to try and grab her with her knees--a rather provocative move, but given the prurient palace they were in, it seems to fit.

"Augh!" Ayala however doesn't expect her hair being pulled, managing to pull herself back before she's punched too many times, seeing stars faintly for a second before bringing her hand back up to give Djamila a backhanded strike, trying to knock her away from her.

"Djamila rough--Ayala can be rough too!"

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Ayala's Swift Backhand.

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Djamila          0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0            Ayala

[DJAMILA]
"I am just starting Ayala. Do you feel tired?" She smiles. She didn't get the damage she wanted from this, but it's ok. Every little blow counts. She does what she gotta do.

When Ayala pulls away, Djamila expects something from her. When the backhand comes, Djamila is simply not there. She's on top of her staff. She keeps her equilibrium on one food.

"Oh please do Ayala. Show me the strong woman in there." She's not sarcastic. She respects her friend's strength. After those words, she then jumps and while in mid hair, grabs her staff and swing it toward Ayala's head. Then with the momentum she lands somewhere perhaps not completely expected on the side.

COMBATSYS: Ayala blocks Djamila's Evasive Strike.

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Djamila          0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
"We keep this up--one of us will get tired--" though it doesn't appear that Ayala is getting tired, though neither is Djamila quite yet. "Ayala fight more than this before breakfast!" the cavewoman all but roars, her arms and legs bruised a fair bit, but she's not seeming to be giving up yet.

"Djamila in very good shape, can go a long time--" Ayala reared back and brought one of her legs up in a full force kick against the woman's front, trying to land the heel of her foot right against her. She feels bad having to use this kind of force on a friend, but if she doesn't go full blast here, it's a direspect to them both.

COMBATSYS: Ayala successfully hits Djamila with Spinyshell Kick EX.

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

[DJAMILA]
"Yeah, one of us will. It all depends if you can tire me with your hard blows or not, I guess. Either way, thank you, Ayala.

Djamila is feeling her leg, but her wind helped her earlier. Otherwise, she seems pretty fine right now considering.

She's fine until she tries to block the blow, but the strength of Ayala's foot breaks through, and Djamila gets hit full force with it in her chest. She lets out the air she had in. It has hurt quite a bit. She knows it will bruise. But she is still up, and holding her staff.

"Now we're talking Ayala. Nice hit." Her mouth shows the pain

She starts undulating her hips again. Soon the wind can be felt, and she soothes herself again as she hums. It always takes a bit out of her when she does, but she can pace herself. The wind is her friend.

"More Ayala, give me more."

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

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

[MINT]
Minal Panesh, holding true to her promise, had managed to eke out a seat in the audience, somewhat close to the stage. It's not the -first- time she's been to a club of this sort, and it likely won't be the last -- but it -will- be the first time she hasn't been accompanied by a half-dozen celebrating Marines.

She's been mostly quiet so far, not wanting to interrupt the fight. But it'd be hard for the sighted to miss the bionic green fist popping up amidst the sea of upraised appendages. Not being staff, she didn't wear pink, but her mint-green polo shirt and white dress slacks complement the Pink Paradise theme well enough.

If she's listening, though, Mint has some words to offer: "You got this, Djamila -- keep it together!"

[AYALA]
Ayala seems almost surprised that very full force blow with her leg is able to connect to Djamila, because perhaps she was so fast? Or maybe some other reason. Ayala herself has to wince a little, since it looked like it shook the other girl.

"Djamila want more?" she frowned, confused, but also a little incensed, noticing Djamila was doing the same sort of meditation thing she had done just earlier. The cavelady wasn't used to being ignored like that, so she stalked over and wrenched free one of the stage lights, likely one of the metal-framed strobes--and launched it at Djamila to knock her out of her trance!

"Ayala will give you more--hrnnghh--" she grunted as she tossed the heavy thing, letting it sail toward her!

COMBATSYS: Ayala successfully hits Djamila with Beast Toss.

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Djamila          1/--=====/=======|=======\=------\1            Ayala

[DJAMILA]
"Yes more." She keeps undulating her hips. "Give me all you got Ayala. All of it!

She does hear Mint, but at the moment, she's not acknowledging it.

Instead a projector light comes toward her, showing the strength of Ayala. She tries to dodge, but she miss times it and again gets hit right in the chest. She falls to the ground. She looks in pain from the hit."

"Fuck!" She pushes the light away from her, then stands back up and grabs her hold of her staff again. "MORE! COME ON!" She's getting angry. But it's not at Ayala. Hopefully Ayala can understand that. "SHOW ME HOW MUCH YOU CAN HURT ME. COME ON!"

She detaches her staff, then runs at Ayala. She feints a blow with her staff, once close enough. But then instead tries to hit with her fist.

COMBATSYS: Ayala dodges Djamila's Improvised Smack.

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Djamila          1/--=====/=======|=======\=------\1            Ayala

[AYALA]
Even Ayala has to wince again as the light bounces off Djamila, sensing perhaps that something is coming, and that she's only delayed it a little bit. She'd have asked if she's okay, but she seems to realize Djamila is more than okay--she's about to let loose with something really nasty, and then...

The light blow from Djamila's staff is ducked under, Ayala is actually able to roll away from her. If she waits now, she realizes--her opponent is just going to blast her, so there's almost little choice in what she does next.

Surging with chi, Ayala half-turns and jumps--grabbing hold of one of the dancing poles and roars as she jumps off the side of it--flying towards Djamila with her right fist extended--trying to superman punch into the dancing girl!

COMBATSYS: Djamila blocks Ayala's Falcon Hit EX.

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Djamila          2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0            Ayala

[DJAMILA]
She misses, but she isn't surprised. What is she doing? She smirks a bit. "You are giving me a run for my money. But we are friends. Ayala. I am not angry at you."

Then Ayala attacks her with a strong attack. She's flying toward her. Djamila, however, doesn't move out of the way. She stands her ground strong. She blocks some of the hits, yet she is still affected by it. Again she's hurt, another bruise to add. But she stands her ground. "Come on Ayala. Are you tired yet? Hit me again. I will take all you have to give me." She observes her. "Come on Ayala. You're hurting me. I am feeling so alive right now. But no ill feeling toward you. I hope you won't have any ill feelings toward me either." She watches Ayala, right now like a hawk, not moving.

COMBATSYS: Djamila stops moving and focuses herself.

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Djamila          2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
"Nnnrgh--how--" Ayala growls as she bounces off Djamila--landing back on her feet, even after her flying punch has pushed the dancing girl back, it seems she still had the strength to push back on her. And yet the girl could seemingly evade (almost) everything else she threw at her, she couldn't slow down now--or else she'd be caught in something, too.

"Ayala just want you to hit her at this point--" at least if she got bloodied a bit, it would make this go faster--and give her more adrenaline that she needed to try and make another move. But it feels like she's not going to be able to stop what's coming next.

Stalking toward Djamila, Ayala attempts to try and grab the girl and throw her over her shoulder, though it's unclear exactly how she thinks will stop what's coming.

COMBATSYS: Djamila interrupts Fling from Ayala with #Drama Queen#.

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

[DJAMILA]
"I know when to bid my time. That's what I am doing with him too." The front door slams open as Ayala prepares itself. Winds gather already around her. Some seem to speed her up. Some just flow around her.

Then Ayala attacks. She grabs Djamila and throws her, but the wind grows stronger. Djamila lands hard on her feet, feeling it, but then starts lifting with a sort of mini tornado. She brings Ayala with her, and the poles nearby are shaking heavily, wanting to give away and join the duo for some nasty fun.

Once they are both in the air and face to face, Djamila unleashes a flurry of staff blows. At one point, one of the poles gives away and slams at Ayala. It is angry wind alright. Not the calm wind usually around Djamila. But after the flurry of hits, The wind calms down, and Djamila gives one last blow, to slam Ayala back down to the ground, before gliding down herself. After that, she is panting and perhaps even sobbing. She had to. She had to do this. The pole also falls to the ground now. Hopefully, Djamila doesn't have to pay for any damage to the place itself.

She wants to say she is sorry. Now that she has calmed down, either Ayala is angry at her, or she understands. Anything goes in that fight.

[AYALA]
Ayala finds her arm grabbed and she's pulled off balance--finally meeting a flurry of staff blows as the blindfolded girl takes that staff to her over and over--doubling the cavewoman over as she's hit in the head, chest, legs--it's almost like getting wailed on by a team of dudes with bats. Apparently she got her wish! And now all of Djamila's chi is spent...

However, there is a bit of a side-effect on Ayala, as her movements are slower, and more stiff--as she has to take a bit to recover from that harsh flurry of strikes. This is likely noticeable with how clumsily she darts in and attempts to spin while whipping her furry tailed scarf around--her chi resulting chi projection attempting to blow Djamila back!

COMBATSYS: Ayala successfully hits Djamila with Tail Spin.

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Djamila          0/-------/----<<<|=======\===----\1            Ayala

[DJAMILA]
Doing the Tornado has tired her out. So when Ayala comes at her, as clumsily as it is. Djamila manages to get hit instead of dodging it. She gets blown back from the hit. Now she is getting tired, but she also feels boosted in a way. It's a weird feeling. She falls to the ground. "Oof, maybe I will be your first win, Ayala. But not yet. I can win this too." She summons her staff to her with a wince. The wind brings it and she stands up. "Ok, enough messing around now."

She forces her legs to work and she starts running toward Ayala. Then she uses her staff like an Olympic pole. She uses it to launch herself in a jump kick toward Ayala's chest if she is lucky. Now bruises can be seen where clothes are not covering her. It's taking its toll.

COMBATSYS: Ayala interrupts Butterfly from Djamila with Spin Kick.
- Power hit! -

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

[AYALA]
"Ayala no give up... never--Ayala die before she give--" Ayala is quite winded from this, but she's nowhere near down, or out. As Djamila pole-vaults at her again, Ayala pushes herself with all her strength and with a beastial roar--she jumps up to meet Djamila--her converse-sneaker clad foot spinning as it impacts with her--Ayala herself getting thrown to the ground and taking a rough tumble on the way down--rolling a few times before she uses her hands and nails--dragging them against the ground to come to a stop, on all fours.

[DJAMILA]
Djamila tries her move. Ayala is supposed to be battered, but she still catches Djamila right off the air. That deserves respect from anyone in the NFG. It's very well done. Djamila slams hard to the ground, the kick hitting her head hard. She can feel herself going. But she has to do something, one more thing before it all goes away. A desperate shot.

HEr body doesn't want to move. It had enough. That will teach her to ask someone as strong as Ayala to keep hitting her. She had her wish after all. But she gets up. She's not very stable on her feet. Normally, she would sweep her opponent's feet from under them for this, but Ayala is on all four, so instead she hits over their head and back hard, making the impact harder with some wind if she can. Then she falls on her knees. She really can't stand at the moment. She's even feeling a bit sick, but she's keeping it in.

COMBATSYS: Djamila can no longer fight.

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                                  |====---\-------\0            Ayala

COMBATSYS: Ayala blocks Djamila's Jade Split.

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                                  |======-\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
Somehow, through some freak twist of fate, Ayala has managed to actually land a hit on Djamila--this time with it enough to matter. As she rears herself up after landing, bringing her forearm and fist up hard to try and deflect the incoming hammerblow-like strike from the blind-folded girl. Ayala winces and cringes at the pain of it, looking to be at her limit--before Djamila falls. She doesn't try to stop her or retaliate any further, simply leaning back on the heels of her feet with her head bowed, her chest heaving with every breath.

Suddenly, from deep within her is a long, gutteral cry, a roar--her eyes and fists clenched shut--enough to shake objects around her, before she relents.

"Oof... Ayala need beer and burrito...." she takes a knee, the match concluded.

COMBATSYS: Ayala has ended the fight here.


[DJAMILA]
"Djamila is still trying to not get sick. Ayala definitely won this at the end. She had a strong start, but her friend had a strong Finish. She takes a deep breath so that she can speak a little. "Still friends for life right? Congratulation Ayala.". After that, instead of being able to get up, her upper body crashed down with her head on the floor.

Medics come to check on her and take her off so Ayala can celebrate her well-earned victory.

Log created on 14:27:24 07/13/2023 by Ayala, and last modified on 09:46:43 07/14/2023.