Description: Alan R. B. decides to hit on Rylee a bit too vigorously. No is proven to, in fact, mean no.
Shanghai Sports Bar is often a place forgotten by many a folks in Southtown. Only the real hardcore boozers really come here when most people choose to go with some of the more famous spots such as Pao Pao or The Duck Pond. The lack of crowds is why Rylee rather enjoys the atmosphere of this place. No one really talks with one another and more often than not most of the people are all caught up watching whatever is playing on the various televisions and such that are displaying a sport of some sort.
Rylee herself has taken up being a poolshark on the side of her usual fighting stuff. She isn't great at it, but she finds it nice and relaxing. That and pool balls don't hit back when she hits them. She is still sore from her last fight so now it is time for her to just relax and lay low till she decides to make another appearance at SNF or the like.
Alan R. B., meanwhile, would love to go to one of the other bars, where people are partying and you don't even have to look for fun to have it. However, there's the small matter that he's not even supposed to /be/ in this city, given that he may have broken the already uneasy truce between 'R' and the Syndicate. Yeah, he had to entertain the panther a little bit. So, Alan is supposed to be keeping a low profile, though he's really bad at that.
Further, he's had a few drinks, clouding his judgement even further than it normally is. After about three more beers than he should've had, the boxer drifts over to the pool tables, watching Rylee's antics quite openly. He is, however, watching Rylee more than he is watching the game.
Looking is often something easily that can be brushed aside. A person of her size often gets a few odd looks to begin with. It doesn't help that while she acts like a guy, her body is a far cry from being that of one. The best she can do is wear slightly baggier pants that are just barely held up by her belt tonight. Of course the fact that she is wearing a tank top makes it hard to really not show off some of her assets. She finishes breaking another set before straightening up to look over her shoulder, a brow raising as she reaches up to pull the half smoked cigarette that rests between her lips. "You looking for a game or something?" she asks with a slight smirk forming. Probably just another alchy looking for a easy mark or something. New guy might be getting broken in soon.
"Maybe looking for a game, maybe looking for something..." Alan issues forth an absolutely /sleazy/ smile as he pushes off from the wall, doing a slow circle around the pool table toward Rylee. He makes a show of looking over the table, picking up and juggling the chalk around in his hand, before he stops behind Rylee. Alan leans in close, possibly uncomfortably, and nearly-whispers into Rylee's ear. "Way I see it, I've got two eight balls and a cue. Wonder how fast I could go for the corner pocket?" He makes a quiet chuckle as his other hand sets a direct course for Rylee's rear.
This is a terrible idea.
This might possibly be a reoccuring theme it would seem. As Alan starts to make his rounds the other people gathered about the place go even more silent than they usually do and TVs are suddenly being unwatched as a much more interesting sport might be happening in not too long. With a bit of a sigh Rylee puts out her cigarette on the floor by stomping on it with a sneaker as she idly watches the rather creepy drunk that seems to have targeted her tonight.
"Is that so?" she says about his comment on the eight balls and cue and her eyes narrow somewhat as she seems to notice the hand going for her rear. That is probably while soon the girl is quickly moving to spin about and reach for the arm while kicking at the backs of his knees. Yeah, looks like she doesn't like to play patmeass.
COMBATSYS: Rylee has started a fight here.
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Rylee 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Alan has joined the fight here.
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Rylee 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Alan
COMBATSYS: Alan dodges Rylee's Light Kick.
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Rylee 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Alan
Now you have to wonder, was Alan actually hitting (clumsily) on Rylee, or was his intent a fight from the very beginning? Either way, despite the drink, Alan's reflexes were keyed on. Rylee grabs his arm an instant before her kick would connect, and the slightly shorter man suddenly pulls his arm away and dashes back with a burst of speed.
"Whoaa, playing hard to get? I can go with that..." Eyes twinkling behind his shades, Alan brings his hands up into his boxing stance, offering a small profile and quick-stepping around in random directions. "I can't promise I won't get bored, though..." Snickering, he comes forward and shoots a quick jab at Rylee's shoulder, and screw what anyone else in the bar does! They probably won't move in, seeing the vigorous crackling of electricity around Alan's hand as he swings.
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Rylee with Jab Punch.
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Rylee 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Alan
She would be the first to admit she was slightly surprised the drunk managed to move away from her strike, but she looks at him with a bit of a smirk as if she was expecting to not get him so easily. "Sorry bud, but you aren't my type." she tells him while cracking her knuckles and then gives a roll of her shoulders to loosen up. Of course she is a bit caught off guard by the fact his fists look to be electrified when he rushes in to punch at her. She leans back while getting hit and she lifts a leg up to slam her foot down on his knee so she can push upwards and swing about on it while balancing to bring her foot around to slam her heel in the back of his head. "No means no!"
COMBATSYS: Alan blocks Rylee's Shining Wizard.
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Rylee 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Alan
Alan R. B. staggers a bit when Rylee stamps his knee, but recovers in time to bring up his hands and halt the second kick, pushing her away and continuing to press in. "C'mon, you haven't even gotten to know me! My name is Alan and I like dogs." Sneering, he tries to dart around her, arms trying to lock around her head. "And I bet your name is Babe." The boxer puckers his lips and makes kissing noises before tightening the (potential) chokehold with chi erupting around his arms and by extension into her.
COMBATSYS: Rylee interrupts Dynamo Grip from Alan with Crossface Armbar.
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Rylee 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Alan
Oh now this is more like her style of fight when Alan starts to go for a grapple of some sort. He starts to get his grip, but the hold never gets a firm lock as he soon finds the woman getting loose and dragging an arm out straight to his side and then slams her hand hard against his back to send him to the ground with her landing on his back to lock her legs around the outstretched arm. "You don't try to grapple with a wrestler you dick!" she says while wrapping her arms around his chin and then pulling up to give his neck and back a rather painful yanking before finally easing up and getting up. "I think you should leave while you can."
Alan's grab was a horrible idea! Electric chi fizzles harmlessly into the air as Rylee yanks him around, knocks him down, and then ties him up in an armbar. "Eeeah-ah-ah!" Alan can't even begin to break the hold on his own, but he slips away and hops back to his feet the moment the wrestling woman lets up, shaking the cobwebs out of his head - and then leering at her, as though he didn't just get schooled. The bar's patrons have been edging closer - the two at least have the decency to keep property damage to a minimum, and aren't fighters on the level that they threaten to level the whole place. "Hahaha, leave? I haven't gotten what I wanted yet."
Still, the 'advice' is noted. Grappling isn't Alan's strong suit, and it apparently is this woman's. So, he goes for a stratagem that she is probably far less capable of handling, pulling his right hand up and back as a small ball of chi crackles into life between his thumb and middle finger. "Strike!" Alan whips his hand down, snapping his fingers and sending a bolt of yellow lightning crackling to Rylee. Then his hand comes back up almost instantly, snapping again. "Twice!" Another bolt! Oh no!
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Rylee with Lightning Strikes Twice.
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Rylee 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Alan
That bit of smugness she had soon goes away when that crackling energy starts to get stronger around him. Dammit she really hates people that can use whatever that energy shit is called. They all seem to have a different name for it afterall. Alas her weakness is exploited and while she tries to move out of the way of the first bolt it still stings her arm to cause her to stagger and get hit rather hard with the second bolt. Her hair looks rather frazzled after that and she gives a rather pissed off look while she suddenly goes running at him. "You jerk! Fight fair!" she cries out and tries to bowl him over.
COMBATSYS: Alan dodges Rylee's Tequila Sunrise.
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Rylee 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Alan
Once again, as Rylee comes for Alan, he simply moves out of the way. One moment he's there, and then next, he's suddenly at Rylee's side with his hands crackling. "Oh man, do you have any idea how hot you are when you're angry?" The one-note aggressor continues. "I love a feisty woman." Both of Alan's hands swing forward at Rylee, intending to connect together right next to her. The hands meet with a loud peal of thunder and a blast of concussive force, ruining nearby pool games and tipping some drinks. Rylee, being so close, will likely go flying onto a table if she doesn't do something about this.
COMBATSYS: Rylee dodges Alan's Thunderclap.
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Rylee 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Alan
Rylee does in fact do something about it. Even as she turns about after her misgrab she is quick to jump back out of the way of the strike that ends with the bar being shaken about some. "You got some balls man. You are lucky the bar owner isn't here tonight. He'd have tossed you out good for ruining his place." she barks back at him trying to ignore his stupid comments that seem to be all too common from the idiots that often hit on her. Sadly this one seems to have some skill to back up his big mouth. She'll try to shut that mouth up with a big fist to the kisser though. "Haaah!"
COMBATSYS: Alan dodges Rylee's Strong Punch.
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Rylee 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Alan
Alan ducks down and to the right, handily evading the punch. Now is time for another lesson in fighting styles! Boxers should not attempt to grab wrestlers, but wrestlers should probably not engage in direct fisticuffs with boxers. "He'd try, anyway. Ha!" The blonde man immediately comes back up, electricity whirling around his hands and positively /streaming/ from the iron rings on his fingers as he makes a wide, sweeping attempt at Rylee's jaw.
COMBATSYS: Rylee interrupts Uppercut Punch from Alan with Anaconda Vice.
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Rylee 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Alan
And so it comes to this again. She misses him and then she moves back to try to avoid the strike only to get clipped in the chin. "You don't strike a lady in the face!" she protests and before he can pull that hand back she grabs it and yanks it forward while moving past him and then jumps up onto his back with her legs tightly wrapping around his waist. Her arms weave about around his neck and bend that arm about soon throwing him into a triangle choke hold as she drags him to the ground to start choking him out. She certainly is proving she is fiesty at this point as she holds on for quite some time before finally letting go when she thinks he had enough and gets up. "And stay down."
It's usually much more pleasant when a woman wraps her legs around you, and they usually don't come with a choke. Alan grunts in pain as he's subjected to the hold, slowly rolling away and to his feet once it's broken. He wastes no time going back into his stance and coming right back in though, still grinning. The drunken cast is gone from his eyes and face, as there's nothing like a good scrap to sober someone up. "Oh, so /now/ you're a lady?" Alan R. B. comes up short, thrusting both fists forward. A solid yellow orb of electricity crackles into existance, smaller bolts crackling around it and leaving a few scorch marks on floors, walls, and tables.
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Rylee with Thunderhead.
- Power hit! -
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Rylee 1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1 Alan
"Damn right I am!" she calls back as he gets back up then looks slightly confused when he comes forward with an attack which she just tries to throw her arms up to take the brunt of the blow with. The problem is it just kinda breaks through her meager defenses and knocks her right back onto her ass sizzling slightly from being hit. Yes, even smoke seems to be coming off of her as she gets back up and twitches quite a bit. With a growl she staggers forward to scoop up the other man in her arms and then go running with him to deposit him head first into one of the strip poker machines that line the bar.
COMBATSYS: Alan dodges Rylee's Strong Throw.
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Rylee 1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1 Alan
Electricity still fizzling around his hands, Alan R. B. darts back away from Rylee, almost moving so fast as to leave an afterimage. He arrests his motion with a short hop forward, crouching and snapping his left hand out at her abdomen. "You know, you still haven't told me your name, hon." It's like nothing fazes this guy!
COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Rylee with Light Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Rylee 1/-======/=======|=======\====---\1 Alan
Oh how she is really starting to learn how to despise this individual. Not only is her a jerk but he throws a good punch. She doesn't like the shock treatment she is getting either for that matter. That last punch slams hard into her and sends her staggering back. It is hard to believe she is still standing through all of this given the frazzled and shaky look she has at this point. "Survive this and maybe I'll tell you, douche!" she cries out and goes forward again right towards him intending to slam his head somewhere that he might find nice at least at first.
COMBATSYS: Rylee successfully hits Alan with Canadian Destroyer.
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Rylee 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Alan
The pleasant part for Alan is the fact that he gets grabbed and he finds his head between the legs of Rylee for a moment. The unpleasant part comes when she holds her arms up in victory before grabbing him about the waist and flipping forward, turning the move into a piledriver as she drops Alan right on his head hard. "Now stay the hell down before Rylee Ogden has to beat you again." she huffs while getting up.
Alan does find a brief period of enjoyment in his position, enjoyment which ends when he's piledriven into the ground, with an audible crack as his head impacts! Groggily, Alan rolls away from his landing zone, propping up against a pool table and breathing hard. He slowly takes a cigarette from his pocket, lights it by cupping his hand over it, and sticking it in his mouth. "Rylee, huh. Nice name." He takes a drag, and leans his head back and closes his eyes, still concious but breathing heavy. "Heh. Good fight."
COMBATSYS: Alan takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Alan can no longer fight.
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Rylee 0/-------/-----==|
So he has decided to lay off. Well that works. Then again if all he wanted was her name she probably should have given it and the bar would have been a bit less worse for wear. Oh well, it belongs to Geese and he certainly has the money to fix it up. Besides, this outcome was much more fun. She smirks some at him and snaps her fingers before motioning to Alan. "Get him a beer or something. I dunno what he drinks." she grumps and if anything at least she seems to be a good sport even if she just got the shit shocked out of her by the same guy. ".....and I need one too now that I think about it." she says while static shocking another patron when she touches his shoulder.
COMBATSYS: Rylee has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:04:49 03/01/2007 by Alan, and last modified on 00:26:32 03/02/2007.