Description: May Lee takes on Mature! But you knew that from the title already... (Winner: Mature)
It may be the middle of December, but it sure isn't cold down here. Today's Neo League fight is set in spicy Central America, camera and crew all around at the top of this particular Mayan temple--currently closed off and in use by two of the League participants.
The announcer and his immediate crew are dressed like mariachi, complete with black and silver trimmed sombreros and matching jackets. The announcer stands center in the open top of the temple, a gaudy microphone in hand.
"LAAAAAAADIES and gentlemen!" he cries, holding the microphone inches from his mouth. A hand motions sharply through the air, to show the viewers the sweeping landscape that encompasses the arena.
"Here in Central America, two combatants will fight it out atop the roof of this testament to the Maya culture and this nation's history! But here--" He points a finger at the camera audience. "--here a new history will be forged with fists and feet, skill the only weapon in this battle!" His finger sweeps to the side, pointing at an elegant blonde woman swathed in black and white garments. Currently she's eyeing her nails.
"In this corner we have the elegant and lovely--but also deadly--Mature!"
The blonde stirs a little, baby blues slowly sweeping up from her nails. She regards the announcer, eyes shifting to her opponent, before she lifts a hand to her lips and yawns.
The announcer's finger sweeps to May Lee thereafter...
It's kinda strange, seeing a battle in a place like this. Isn't this technically ... well. Blasphemy on the religion and worshippers that once came to this temple? Ah well-- it's all commercialism these days! And it isn't like some twisted demonic god from beyond the grave is going to jam his hand out of the roof, though it would be really awesome and like this one episode of Kamen Rider that she once saw where --
Well, anyway.
The announcer has pointed her out, the fighter giggling a little at how outright ridicilous the announce team looks. However, he calls her name-- "In this corner, her opponent! The straight-lace (apprentice) servant of justice and powerful master of Taekwondo, May Lee Jinju!" And so she turns and waves her arm with enthusiasm. "Helloooooo~!" she replies, breaking out of her fit of stretching.
Ah, but -- this woman! May Lee seems suspicious of her, her eyes narrowing as she stands ready at her position. Hands slapping at her face (lightly) to psych up, she pumps her fists in the air and points toward the Orochi-blooded Bernstein secretary. "Give me everything that you got!" she yells, getting into a proper fighting stance.
The announcer lifts his hand, making a swift karate judge-style chop downward. "Enough talk! LET'S GET IT ON!"
The announcer seems pleased with the girl's enthusiasm--she has enough to make the audience at home psych up, surely! A broad smile breaks the man's face, shadowed by the brim of his black rhinestone sombrero. His eyes sweep from the girl to the blonde secretary, the smile never once faltering. These matches are always interesting--he hopes the audience at home feels the same.
"Fighters!!" the man cries, letting his hand and extended finger point from May Lee into the clear blue skies above. "This match will be a good one! Are both ready?" He's sure May Lee is. She's long since given Mature her declaration. Mature?
The blonde secretary offers a soft 'ho hum,' deep blue eyes slowly drawing shut. She didn't want to fight in these silly leagues. They aren't her STYLE. But she had no real choice or say in the matter.
Rather than attack, the woman shifts stance, letting one hand rest on her hip, the other extending, beckoning May Lee to be so kind as to make the first move. Blue eyes are focused and attentive, despite the care-less expression on her lovely face.
"FIGHT!!!" the mariachi-themed announcer cries, lifting a hand to his sombrero and tossing it high into the air.
COMBATSYS: Mature has started a fight here.
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Mature 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Mature focuses on her next action.
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Mature 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: MayLee has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Mature 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 MayLee
"OH HO! You don't want to move, eh? I see, I see. Hm." May Lee nods, fists planted onto her hips, the continual bob of her head acting as a distraction as she tries to mentally put together a good formula for attacking. Hey, if she's not going to move first, why not?
But it isn't all that long of a wait-- a few seconds at most-- before she opts to charge right across the rooftop toward Mature. The first attack is a simple one, the sort to wake someone up and get them back on their toes instead of just -standing there-. Standing around isn't any way to hold a fight like this! So, May Lee's leg snaps up in a swift blur, looking to plant a short toe kick into the blonde woman's hip. "Do your best!" she adds, though you don't often get to see a fighter encourage their opponent like that.
COMBATSYS: MayLee successfully hits Mature with Light Kick.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Mature 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 MayLee
What? Is May Lee talking? Mature sure doesn't seem to be listening to the girl. Instead the woman just ho-hums lightly again, blue eyes drifting idly to her nails. The announcer--who has wisely stepped back a long ways from the center of the temple-top arena--looks nervously between the two combatants. They're supposed to FIGHT, not pretty their nails or idly bob their heads. Oh, the producer is going to kill him...
Or is he??
May Lee takes off, charging after the blonde in the black half-skirt. Still does Mature completely avoid her, still minding the last of her well-polished and taken care of nails. Only does she look up when the girl closes in. She was surely faster than she'd imagined--so much so the arms that rise to avoid that oncoming kick go right THROUGH and send the elegant secretary stumbling back a few steps. What the HELL?
"You don't DESERVE my best," the blonde hisses.
That said she moves in for the proverbial kill, long fingers grabbing at the girl's face. Should they connect May Lee will be introduced to the centuries-old stone floor of the Mayan temple rooftop--quite painfully so. "Down, you filthy dog!"
COMBATSYS: MayLee fails to counter Death Blow from Mature with Self Rebellion.
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Mature 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 MayLee
Her kick is swift, mighty, and full of power! Don't underestimate the power of Taekwondo, don't underestimate the power of JUSTICE! Looking a bit satisfied with herself (and perhaps a little early to do so), her leg pulls back to the ground as Mature growls out her reply. Oh, is -that- how it's going to be?! "Sure I do! And we can even have iced teas and friendly chatter afterward--"
Cut off as the secretary steps up for the attack, May Lee pulls that same kicking leg right back up, her arm hooking up and body turning toward Mature to present as much of a target as possible-- though the secretary's hand slams right past her defense, her counterattack-- and gets a good view of the lines on Mature's palm. Balance precarious as it is, it isn't all that hard for Mature to slam her head to the stone rooftop, eyes showered with whiteness and sparks and a rather nasty wave of pain lancing right through the back of her noggin. "Agh--" Careless. Looks like there won't be any iced tea afterwards, either.
Her? Have tea with the likes of Mature? It'd make her laugh, where she not currently digging her nails into the girl's face and swinging her painfully for the aged stone slabs beneath their feet. For all the defense and offense the poor girl provides, she just can't seem to overcome the blonde. Her punishment is skidding a good few feet across the ground, all while Mature just laughs. Does she give the girl a chance? Oh no.
Instead Mature swiftly covers distance, heels hurriedly click-click-clicking across the stone. Once there's little distance the woman lifts her leg up and high, swinging it in a clockwise motion before swiftly bringing the back of her heel down into the girl's midsection. "Little girls should be at home playing with their dolls!" she chides. "Not bothering the grown-ups!"
COMBATSYS: Mature successfully hits MayLee with Heavy Kick.
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Mature 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 MayLee
Once again on her back, she tries to remember how many times she's had the chance to stare at the sky in the last few weeks. But man, she hates the weather around here! It's way too hot and muggy. The stars and dizziness slowly clearing from her head, she gets the proper jolt from her stupor that she needs-- in the form of the heel swiping down at her stomach. "Ugh-!" she calls, getting a firm stomping and hands gripping the point of impact while she makes a quick roll to the side.
On her feet in an instant, May Lee shrugs it off-- no time to sit around and gripe about it, it's time to act! Pushing off firmly against the ground, the servant of justice makes the two or three steps required to get back up close to her opponent, jumping into the air and spinning around hard, using the rotation to fuel the coming kick-- a wide-swiping roundhouse, legs gone into a near perfect split as her arms are used to keep her balance. "I'm no little kid!"
COMBATSYS: Mature dodges MayLee's Surprise Air.
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Mature 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 MayLee
Down does the woman's nice heel descend, ultimately making sweet impact right there in the felled girl's gut. There's a slightly expression of morbid delight in Mature's eyes, blue eyes widening a touch before she simply laughs and pulls her heel free from her stomach. Stepping back, the woman's features remain calm and relatively casual, albeit a touch annoyed. Why is she wasting her time with a kid like this?
She has spunk, though. Hopping to her feet, Mature remains quiet, blue eyes intent on the avenger of Justice and Taekwondo. For all her show, it seems to be little to impress the woman--or instill a sense of fear into her evil heart. Just as the girl descends Mature smirks, and using her heel pushes back, dodging just in time out of harm's way. "Too slow," she murmurs softly, right before those heels send her rushing right for May Lee. Again.
Closing in, the blonde crouches low before springing off her feet, spiraling through the air as her arms and hands lash out, long nails attempting to dig quite painfully into the poor girl's...well, all over the front, whatever those talons of Mature's can get a hold of. Again, she laughs.
COMBATSYS: MayLee blocks Mature's Sacrilege.
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Mature 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 MayLee
Woooooooooooooosh.
Imagine how that one felt. The kick zooming right by Mature's head, the foot cleanly missing her by what seems (or at least feels) like a mile's distance, leaving her quite a bit unsatisfied by this whole affair. Fortunately, the time it takes for her to land is about the length of time it takes for Mature to make her move, May Lee anticipating retaliation just that quick-- and it's a good thing, too. Using her arms as a defense, Mature's nails rake across the Korean girl's arms and take bits of skin along in the process. Sharp! This woman may better be dubbed the annoying harpy.
But the time for play is over! Spinning, twisting with a harshness unseen in acrobatics, May Lee executes a rather showy and flashy backflip that puts a little more than a good kicking distance between them, turning away from Mature for only a slight moment-- her arms cross in front of herself while her back is to the secretary, though there's a series of 'whoosh-woosh-woosh' noises, and--
"Merciless justice will be coming for you this day, fiend!"
Turning back to Mature is, yes, May Lee. Though in a decidedly different attitude and some rather unique accessories: The elbow length gloves made of navy blue leather, and the blazing red scarf spun around her neck that flows as if in the wind, even if it were still. "Here I go!" she declares with a whole new zeal, stepping right back in at Mature and sending a swift swing of the arm at Mature, her elbow looking to hook right in and whallop the blonde right smack in the kisser!
COMBATSYS: Mature dodges MayLee's Strong Punch.
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Mature 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 MayLee
All the while the mariachi-themed camera crew look on, cameras pressed to their eyes as the two women spar. FINALLY they've gotten into it. The announcer is thoroughly pleased. He's very nearly in tears. He thought they'd put on a poor show.
Mature leaps up and into poor May Lee, but this time she's lucky--her arms are swift to move, protecting vitals from the horrible, well-manicured talons the blonde secretary wields against her. Once she's reached the apex of her rise Mature leaps OVER the girl's head, landing a short distance away and behind her. Once she's touched down, blue eyes are all May Lee's. You have her attention, little girl.
She exploits the woman's attentions with a show of acrobatics which, quite frankly, bore the woman. Rather than pay attention, she nods her head idly, even as May Lee threatens her with justice. Where has she heard this stupid speech about justice before..?
She considers her words as she picks at her nails idly, just in time to step back and lean back a touch to narrowly avoid her imposing show of elbow. Flicking pieces of poor May Lee's skin aside and pleased with her nails once more, Mature hmphs--right before she suddenly leans forward and quite inwardly, grabbing poor May Lee by that annoying scarf to throw her swiftly across the temple-top arena. "Red is definitely not your COLOR!"
COMBATSYS: MayLee fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Mature with May Lee- Dynamic!.
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Mature 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 MayLee
Another dodge-- she's quite the flighty person, isn't she?! But May Lee is not to be detered from this path ahead, from striking down her foe in the name of all that is good and right! Though in such close quarters, she finds herself at a bit of a disadvantage, Mature's fingers spindling around the fabric of her scarf and securing a good grip. Oh ho, so she -thinks! And just like that, the superhero in training is off her feet, making a large lunge with her knee extended-- and at such close ranges, it would be quite easy to land!
"DYN--urk-!!"
Unfortunately, Mature is just a bit too fast for her, the red fabric pulling taut around her neck and the blonde woman's swing throwing her a decent distance across the rooftop-- it's just that most of it is in a slide, after she lands rather unceremoniously on her stomach. Once at a halt, her fist rubs across her chin, eyes narrowed and breathing in deep. At one knee, she scowls. This woman is a difficult opponent.
Dyn-what? Mature didn't hear the last part of that, not with the girl's throat briefly cut off by the taut material of her scarf. A good handful secures the woman's grip, and with encouragement by way of a sharp tug does the woman drag May Lee in--
--before grabbing her pants and chucking the girl over a shoulder and into the stone floor of the temple area she's quite familiar with at this point. Mature's blue eyes follow her flight, as well as her hasty crash against the ground. A tiny smile manages to crack Mature's soft features. For all the scowls May Lee has on her face, Mature is perfect, scathing calm.
"I think," the blonde secretary states, looking perfectly calm, though blue eyes seem wholly amused at what's yet to pass her red lips.
"I think it's about time to end this fight. Wouldn't you agree?" Her smile is small but frighteningly pleasant
That said, Mature races forward, eyes wide as she lets her feet swiftly carry her in toward May Lee before she plants a foot and SKIDS to a halt right before her. Why? So long, vicious nails can rip through the very air between them and dig right into the girl's midsection, laced with chi. There's one slash, then two, her body twisting as it comes BACK around, and then a third that consist of her arms rising into the air before coming harshly down, a huge arc of chi wind barreling for poor May Lee.
COMBATSYS: Mature successfully hits MayLee with Nocturnal Lights.
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Mature 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 MayLee
Oh. Crud.
Getting back up to her feet immediately, it's just in time for her to not even get her arms up and ready in time for the brutal assault of cuts and slashes from Mature's talons-- thus in keeping with the fact she is a total harpy-- and not all that happy as one of her favorite (as if she doesn't have a closet full of them) frog t-shirts suddenly becomes one with a lot of ventilation on the abdomen, the short series of clawmarks that rake every which way looking quite painful. And then the wave, May Lee manages to get her arms up for-- in some futile attempt to shield the blow from; the deflection itself was glancing at best, the wave slamming into her rather unforgivingly.
Falling to one knee and gasping for air, ears ringing and skull pounding-- she can't let it end like this. Not a chance! And with one final push of her weakened legs against the ground, May Lee leaps into the air-- "UWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~!" -- and comes down at Mature with her knee poised for that strike that she missed earlier.
"DYNAMIC~!!"
COMBATSYS: MayLee can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Mature blocks MayLee's May Lee- Dynamic!.
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Oh, what a show! The announcer looks on with utter delight as the women exchange harsh blows, the blonde secretary sadly out powering the poor avenger of justice. He doesn't care--the only thing he cares about is ratings. His white gloved hands clench his microphone tightly. This is it!
Mature lurches in and executes a series of harsh motions, long nails delightfully tearing past the cloth of her happy frog shirt and digging right for flesh itself. The woman's features are frighteningly calm, save for the wide-eyed look she gives May Lee, her eyes staring RIGHT into the girl's very own. She very much likes the sound nails harshly scratching and tearing flesh makes. It brings the faintest of smiles to the woman's red lips.
Oh, but it's not over. Oh no. Mature steps back and raises her arms, sending a wave of energy right for the poor girl and blowing her back. But she won't give up--instead she lurches high into the air above Mature, surprising the woman briefly. That foot comes down and touches her arms, but barely moves the woman. Instead Mature pushes against her and sends the poor girl spiraling away, ultimately casting her aside to the ground beneath her very feet.
"THE WINNER!" the announcer cries, pointing a finger excitedly toward the secretary in black. "Mature!" The blonde ignores him; instead she tosses her hand aside, sending the blood off her long fingers to pitter-patter against concrete. Only after she's 'clean' does she pull a white frilly handkerchief out of her bosom and wipe her hands off. "Silly girl," she chides, looking over to May Lee with a vicious smirk. "Stay at home and play with your dolls next time." Closing remark said, a sudden burst of mariachi victory music fills the rooftop, a ridiculous display of fireworks and confetti flying about.
COMBATSYS: Mature has ended the fight here.
Crap-- she -- blocked it. Again. May Lee's strength is but a single spark at this point, the push back from Mature all she needs to fall to the ground, landing in a heap and laid out in defeat. Knocked right the heck out from the fall, it's hard to tell just where that last surge of strength came from, as fleeting as it was.
But it was a clean loss, either way-- and a clean win for Mature, as much as May Lee is going to have to get herself patched up and effectively scraped off the rooftop of the stone building. Were she coherent enough to make a reply, it would probably be no louder than a mumble, some sort of 'your mother' comment that would not be fitting for her at all. Now she gets to go home and report the loss to the dojo-- hopefully there'll be some words of encouragement and a new match waiting for her when she gets there...
Log created by MayLee, and last modified on 12:09:10 01/01/2006.