Description: [OOC] Drake says, "The description of the fight: Hats Off to Shermie! or Behold the Female Kung Lao. X3"
It's not often, in a televised professional fight like this, that one is given so much room to work with; virtually the whole interior of the mammoth South China Mall is open to the three competitors today, given the peculiar promotion that the bout is being used for. The usual SNF camera crews and what-all are placed to give maximum coverage to the event, and what few areas of the mall are cordoned off, out of bounds for the match, are packed with spectators. After all, Shanghai's own 'God of Battle' is participating.
The tall, lean blond man, who once held the top position in the Neo League and made it as far as the second round of the recent World Warrior tournament, is... Apparently quite relaxed, at the moment. Shen leans up against one of the mall's support pillars in the designated 'start' zone for the match, near the middle of the structure; his tattooed forearms are folded across his chest, and his eyes are closed behind the dark lenses of his designer sunglasses. It might seem a bit strange to those familiar with the boisterous, energetic berserker, to see him this way; normally before a match he's bursting with energy and anticipation! What could possibly be the problem?
"Ugh... Stupid airline food," Shenwoo mutters to himself. Apparently, he's not a fan of indigestion.
Shermie is along, though she's been in the mall for a bit. The bags on her arms proudly display the mall's logo and the specific stores show that she's been entranced by the nice selection of high-class clothing that seems to dominate one wing. In her hands though, are her specific plan and plot. A map of the stores, with the expensive places marked out and circled, stars deonting their relative value and one with a giant asterix marking the place that had this cute little outfit on sale that she just couldn't afford.
Waving pleasantly, she smiles towards Shenwoo as she joins him at the starting area. She sets the bags aside and out of the way, then tucks the map into a pocket of her pink jacket. "This should be fun - Howard pays well enough for these, but just being able to get something for getting a good shot in.. " She's not above paying her opponent to stand there and let her smack him next to the diamond store, but she's pretty sure it wouldn't work. Drat!
And the last arrival is Drake, specifically because he's been flocked by a gaggle of fangirls. Do they dig his fighting career? Possibly. Do they absolutely adore his rakish charm and good looks? Possibly. Are they all hoping he wins them a little something from the stores?
Without a doubt.
Drake has no intention to do this, but be danged if he's going to ignore fans. Even temporary fans! He makes his way to the starting point, clustered about by the females, right up until he hops over the border to meet his partner and opponent. The dark-haired model turns to face the present group of spectators, and he lifts a hand to wave with a smile. He then undoes his robe and tosses it out to the crowd, leaving himself in one of his flashier fighting outfits.
"Heya, Shermie," the professional wrestler greets. Doesn't seem like he harbors any ill will towards her after his defeat earlier, what with his pleasant smile. "Got a good feeling about this. Win or lose, this should get some pretty good stuff." Eyes then set temporarily to Shenwoo, and he inclines his head in greeting. "'Sup." And from there, Domino steps a little further from Shermie and exhales a sigh. Smile fades, and his expression turns stoic, amethyst gaze hardening.
And that makes both of them, huh? Finally, Shenwoo moves away from the pillar he was lounging against. Nothing like a little violence to make him feel better, right? Right. Reaching up, he takes off his sunglasses, pocketing them casually as he moves to stand across from Shermie and Drake. "Heh," he laughs, finally, his broad slash of a mouth pulling slowly into a wide wolfish grin. His hands come up, and his feet spread, as he settles into a casual boxing stance, leading with his right fist.
In the background, the announcer introduces all three fighters over the mall's intercom, explaining the match's stipulation for the bystanders and presumably the folks at home.
"So let's see if you two can actually make this tough for me, huh?" Shen says, slapping some bravado onto his current bad mood and paying no attention whatsoever to the announcer. His dark eyes glance from Shermie to Drake, consideringly, and at the precise moment that the familiar cry of 'FIGHT!!' echoes throughout the mall, the brawler starts moving. He rushes right at the professional wrestler, crossing the distance between the two of them in the blink of an eye, his unbuttoned shirt trailing behind him, his left fist pulled back... And when he gets close enough, Shen swings forward with that fist, aiming a rushing punch right at Drake's mug. "GRAAAAH!!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Shermie has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shermie
COMBATSYS: Drake has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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|-------\-------\0 Drake
'FIGHT!'
What? Already? Aigh! Shermie runs her fingers through her hair and gives Drake a quick smile - they haven't worked /together/ yet, but maybe it'll be a good chance to do so. There's a tension in her as Shen bursts into motion - she's trying to get ready for an attack, a outburst of energy that she'll have to deal with.
An outburst that never comes.
Left behind as Shenwoo goes for Drake, Shermie waits and prepares, then moves into full speed as the two get ready to clash. Her timing's impeccable, and she reaches out for Shen's ankle with her foot, trying to get an early 'hit' and send him tumbling while they're near a clothing store. One that has this beautiful pink jacket that she's got her eye on! <3
COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Shenwoo's Gekiken.
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|-------\-------\0 Drake
'FIGHT!'
Oh, snap. That -is- a bit sooner than he expected. And in the blink of an eye, Shenwoo is bearing in on him and thrusting a fist out. Domino's eyes widen, and the stoicism is lost in favor of shock. The wrestler shrugs his body back to weave JUST aside the punch, close enough for the wind from the strike to ruffle through his bangs.
Domino carries the evasive manuever around to Shenwoo's side, where he steps into a deep stance and pushes the momentum out in a heavy elbow smash aimed for Shen's ribs.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Shermie's Fast Throw.
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|-------\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo interrupts Strong Punch from Drake with Kyakuten Touchi.
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|==-----\-------\0 Drake
Turning around fully from the momentum of his attack, Shenwoo actually seems amused by the way 'Domino' avoids his punch, letting out another quiet, barking laugh. After all, it would hardly be entertaining for him if they didn't make him work for it a little bit, now would it? Suddenly, though, he feels something against his ankle as Shermie aims to sweep him off his feet... And rather than try to avoid it, the brawler simply lets it happen, dropping to the ground - at least partway. He stops after landing hard on his knees, with Drake's elbow now coming for the side of his head...
This time, though, Shenwoo throws his hand out towards Drake, grasping the wrestler by his throat. The elbow still clocks him, though he hardly seems to notice as he pushes himself back up to his feet, lifting Domino clear off the floor with one hand, the leather of his glove creaking as he squeezes the other man's esophagus. "What... Is that it?" he wonders of the wrassler, casually tossing him aside...
Huzzah! She's gotten the contact in she needed, and she can see the manager of the store noticing. She points off towards it, totally ignoring the consequence of her helping move Shenwoo into an unpredicatble location for Drake. In fact, she'd be happy to tell him just how excited she is about this, and as she turns to let him know..
Shenwoo's got Drake and is throwing him away.
Okay, time to focuse, time to focus. Shermie isn't going to let her temporary partner get roughed up like that without a fight! She leaps towards Shenwoo, and tries to get a hand on his shoulder. If she can grab him again, she's going to flip herself up to his shoulders, sit and .. well, er.. spin. "He's jsut getting started!" Right? Right Drake? Just getting started, right? Cause otherwise, Shermie's doomed! DOOMED.
Darn right, Domino's just getting started! He's got a lot more-
Grk!
Getting captured and lifted like that is certainly not what the model expected. His feet kick about in the air, hands attempting to pry the brawler off of him while he simply gets choked. And next thing he knows, he's in the air, and shortly thereafter, sprawled on the floor.
Well, -that's- not going to net him any free stuff.
Domino pulls himself back up to his hands and knees and gives his head a quick shake. He looks back to find Shermie moving in to attack again, and he decides to let her have the show for a few seconds. He stands and begins to circle Shenwoo briskly, searching for an opening in his stance of movements.
COMBATSYS: Drake focuses on his next action.
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|==-----\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Shermie's Spiral.
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|==-----\-------\0 Drake
It seems like Shermie's having a lot of luck here... That or Shenwoo just doesn't feel like trying to avoid her attacks. Anyway, with Domino in the background looking for an opening, the brawler has the opportunity to give his full attention to Shermie, as she jumps onto his shoulders like that. Well, okay; Shen can roll with that. He gets spin and crashes into the ground along with the Frenchwoman, and it's entirely possible he just did that on purpose. Unfortunately for Shenwoo, it hurt a bit more than he was expecting it to.
And unfortunately for Shermie, Shen is in a prime position to take advantage of the crash to the ground as he pushes himself up and lunges forward - ideally before the rather unique grappler can get her own footing - aiming to grab her by the shoulders and then smash his head into her face, /really hard/. "C'MON, THIS IS JUST GETTING FUN!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Shermie with Strong Punch.
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|==-----\-------\0 Drake
Tossing the gauntlet down! Or tossing the Shenwoo down. Or just not being a good target. Ooops. Shermie's made herself available to the grappings and graspings of Shenwoo, when she was just trying to pick and choose her moments. Something about the next store being the Apple store, and wanting a new iPod for the trip home. It makes her a bit unfocused, and as the headbutt comes in, she's not able to prep for it at all. The impact dizzies her, knocking her onto wobbly knees, and fighting to stand back up. But stand up she does, her hands going for Shen's legs.
"Is that all you've got?!" If people could see her eyes, they'd be focused, narrowed in anticipation. She's intent and knowing that being /right/ in front of Shenwoo means she'll probably get beaten on some more. But damn if she's just going to try and walk away - no, she's going toe-to-toe with the berserker, giving him a hug around his knees, and then trying to /throw/ them upwards, to turn it into a piledriving motion afterwards. She's got a lot in common with him, after all - she gets easily swayed by that whisper in her blood...
Domino continues circling around Shenwoo, studying him intently. And he finally decides on how he's going to attack - in a way the brawler hopefully wouldn't expect. He turns away from the brawl to leave Shermie to her own devices for a moment, and he hops atop a tall garbage can. From there, he leaps to a store opposite the Apple store - one that's been closed down for fear of fighters breaking things. This means it's been closed down with an iron grating. It's this grating that Drake latches onto, and scales quickly to its highest peak. He shoots a look over his shoulder to mark his target... then springs from his lofty position into a slow, single backflip. Limbs are drawn back, pulling the muscular toning through his sleek torso taut, aiming to slam his upper-body against Shenwoo in a high-flying moonsault.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo dodges Shermie's Shermie Shoot.
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|==-----\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo parries Drake's Darkside Slam!
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|==-----\-------\0 Drake
Of course that's not all Shenwoo's got; he is, however, impressed that Shermie's still going despite getting quite thoroughly headbutted like that. But when she tries to grab him by the legs? This time, the brawler thinks he'll try something else, and he slips back out of the way of Shermie's grab, showing surprising agility. "Man, stop that!!" he shouts at the Frenchwoman, seemingly unaware that Drake is attempting to moonsault him. But only seemingly, as he keeps moving backwards, pushing himself out of the way of Domino's fall, reaching out to give the other man a little nudge towards the ground.
Of course, that 'little nudge' is actually one big kick with the heel of his foot, which throws all of his weight forward... Which he intends to use to his advantage as he keeps moving forward, hoping to then strike Drake with a big overhand punch to knock him down into the ground, all intended to happen before the wrestler even lands from his attack. "Ora!! ORA!!!"
How can he be that /fast/? Shermie should be able to get to her knees and grab someone around the hips before they run away! It's something she's quite good at, thank you very much! However, in this case, she's apparently not fast enough, as he's already wriggled away and launched himself towards Drake with what looks to be a mighty mighty punch!
Shermie's staying out of this one - oh yes. In fact, she's completely planning on being elsewhere for a few seconds, grabbing a quick breather and sidling herself more towards one of the more expensive stores. If she's going to go down, she's going to go down swinging. In front of a very expensive diamond store, where she can get a nice ring and USE IT TO PUNCH SHENWOO IN THE HEAD WITH! "C'mon, Domino! Kick his butt!" She rah rah's him on, and tries to get them to move closer.
COMBATSYS: Shermie focuses on her next action.
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|==-----\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Drake with Fusen Kyaku EX.
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|=======\==-----\1 Drake
A fight in a mall and Benimaru Nikaido wasn't invited? What kind of garbage is that? He'll take this to the highest position, he'll sue!
Actually, he's not going to do a damn thing because the blonde model actually didn't sign up this week. And it's rarer still that he goes out of his way to go and spectate a match. But there he is, wearing one of those nutty cone-shaped straw hats with casual attire, watching with that expert eye of his from somewhere within the crowd.
Well, this is a bad predicament. Domino was certain he'd be distracted long enough with Shermie to at least get that hit in. But alas, no such luck. He's, instead, smashed twice, and hard.
The model lets out a yelp of pain when he hits the floor, and he takes a few seconds to roll over and clamber back to his feet. Amethyst eyes turn to Shermie, casting a 'Holy crap, is he for real?' look towards her. But despite being so greatly outmatched, surrending simply isn't in Domino. He assumes his stance, but only for a second. He dashes in close again and chambers his hands at his sides. The moment he enters strike range, both hands thrust out towards Shenwoo's torso in a double palmheel strike. But the moment the arms are fully extended, Domino's hands ignite in a bright flare of white energy.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Drake's Whiteout.
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|=======\===----\1 Drake
Indeed, how CAN Shenwoo be so fast? It's a product of a lot of work and painful conditioning, that's how... Which is also where he gets his seemingly overwhelming physical power from. That is, of course, not all he's got, as Drake is about to learn. As the wrestler closes with that unusual attack, the brawler tilts his head, arching a brow curiously and standing his ground, letting the attack hit him just to see what happens. The palms, the flare of energy, they all hit home, sending the Shanghai-born fighter staggering back a step or two.
"Not bad," Shen allows, nodding slowly, before he lunges forward at Drake again, aiming a speedy, vicious punch at the other man's throat, aimed to land while he's still recovering from his own attack. "KEEP IT UP, OKAY?!" Shermie, meanwhile, is seemingly ignored; Shenwoo is prone to a bit of 'tunnel vision' when he gets into a fight...
Tunnel vision. Shermie could understand that, were she focused enough to deal with Shen like a real opponent. Truth be told, she's more interested in the stores and shopping than in going back against the beast, trying to take him down. In fact, she's going to have to get angry pretty fast to help take Shen down.
Starting towards the pair again, Shermie swings her arms up and around. She tries to get her hands on him as he goes for Drake's throat. If she can, she's going to chuck the guy away from Drake by levering him over her back, a shoulder-toss full of might and power. Or just of 'being chucked against the nice flooring'. One of the two.
COMBATSYS: Drake blocks Shenwoo's Quick Punch.
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|=======\====---\1 Drake
Domino quirks an obsidian eyebrow. That's all it did? It hardly seemed to effect Shenwoo as much as he intended or expected. The flashing strike towards his neck is met cleanly with two forearms forming a barrier and taking the full effect of the strike.
Domino keeps his arms up for a second longer, and he notices Shermie moving in. He moves in at the same time, making a grab for Shenwoo's shoulders suddenly. Whether before or after she gets ahold of Shenwoo doesn't matter so much...
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Shenwoo with Total Eclipse.
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|=------\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo dodges Shermie's Shermie Shoot.
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|=------\-------\0 Drake
Once grabbed, Domino yanks Shenwoo forward to lock his neck between his legs. His arms then grip around the brawler's midsection to hoist him upside-down into piledriver position.
But the piledriver isn't given just then. Oh, no. The wrestler first begins to constrict his prey in a sudden, crushing inverted bearhug, permitting enough time for blood to rush to Shenwoo's head.
After a few long seconds of this, Domino leaps high into the air with Shenwoo, pulling into a series of rapid forward flips. These increase in speed, and by the time the two are descending, they blurr together into a solid circle - right up until Domino drives the full force of the flipping momentum and their combined weight against his head.
From there, Domino releases him and backrolls to handspring back to his feet and land in his stance again.
...And his right hand lifts to whisk through his bangs.
If there's anything Shenwoo can be glad about here, it's that Drake's grab pulls him out of the way of Shermie's attack. It's important, you know, to always look on the bright side of things. Especially at times like these, where you may or may not have just suffered some serious head trauma. In fact, for a long moment Shenwoo just lays there on the gound, motionless. It seems like he might be out, but before the SNF officials can count him out...
Shen sits back up. "Son of a /bitch/," the brawler mutters, rubbing his head as he gets to his feet. "That /actually hurt/. I guess you're not totally pathetic after all, huh?" As he says this, he turns to face Drake and Shermie again, forcing his vision to focus right. He is, at the moment, standing in front of a Radio Shack, which may or may not be rather incongruous here at the mall. "C'mon... Can you do that again?" Shen wonders, a mad light in his eyes. His grin, in fact, is stronger than ever. "SHOW ME WHAT ELSE YOU TWO'VE GOT!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo gains composure.
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|=------\-------\0 Drake
Frustration. Again.
Shermie /almost/ turns on Domino and screams at him - however, as she wheels around to look at him, she sees the Shack. And suddenly, much like Shen, she's looking on the bright side of things. It's all relative, and she's still up - as is Domino. And Shen's down. Down! They've...
Damn, he got back up.
Shermie's starting to lose interest in the fight. Shenwoo is eeling out of her best attacks, and blowing off everything /else/ she throws his way. Instead of having something special to offer, she's a distraction at best. She waits, this time. Slowly, she approaches, and brings her foot back and around. A feint towards his ankle again, this time turning it into a flip upwards, turning it into an axe-kick at the end. It's not a phenomenal attack, but it's going to be something 'new', and maybe he'll be crazy and just take it again.
And Benimaru just shakes his head.. He'd been gone for nearly a year, and it looks to him that Shenwoo hasn't changed a damn bit. Then again, maybe in the long run that wasn't such a bad thing, he always did need someone to pick on for being a 'meathead' after all. Shermie? She was looking as good as she always does, but there wasn't much more he could say about that.
Now Drake.. There was a new face that he was only vaguely familiar with, some model who's already formed a team that seems to be pretty well off so far. Wait was that a pang of jealously that just shot up his spine? Nooo, of course not. He just would like to know what makes that guy so special anyway. So there you have it, three people to look out for in one match. That's likely something that will never happen to ol' Nikaido ever again. Ever.
Domino flashes a smirk to Shenwoo. He doesn't speak, though. This is an official fight. He can't spare the concentration enough to carry on banter. His eyes narrow intently on the brawler, and a sideways glance is shot to Shermie. He sees her starting to close in, and he moves in as well.
The wrestler's attack doesn't come from the front, however. He aims to simply weave right by the man and get behind him, almost back to back. His right arm reaches back, going to hook around Shenwoo's face. And he then drops down, aiming to smash the back of his head against his shoulder in a stunner.
Now if that hit along with an axe kick, that should hopefully be adequately painful.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo parries Drake's Strong Throw!
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo fails to interrupt Strong Kick from Shermie with Bakuma Assault EX.
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|=------\-------\0 Drake
Sometimes though, it just doesn't pay to be brash and overconfident. This is, naturally, one of those times. Shenwoo is well aware at the moment of what both his opponents are trying to do, and he has what you might call a 'clever plan'. Perhaps a little too clever; as Drake moves behind him, Shenwoo slips forward out of the wrestler's grasp pushing /off/ of Domino to give him an added boost of speed as he hurtles towards Shermie and her intended axe-kick. His eyes alight with an almost mad glint, he roars, and is suddenly surrounded by a violent red aura of energy....
...Until he gets kicked /right in the head/ by Shermie at /exactly/ the right moment to stymie his rage-powered attack, sending the berserker crashing to the ground, all his energy dissipating uselessly. And, as he pushes himself up, he starts to laugh, uproariously. Maybe even a little bit madly. "Good one!!" he tells the Frenchwoman. Really, he can't slight her for that one at all; she got him good.
The impact of Shermie's leather boot against Shen's shoulder ssending him down was completely unexpected. She's pleased, her look of surprise going to amusement at Shenwoo's laughter. Fine - if he wants to kick back and be amused by this, she's not going to fault him. And she helped out, and was effective - this is looking up!
Whipping her foot back around, she gives Shen a pleasant smile - even as she goes up and tries to come down on him with a no-subtlety elbowdrop. She's going to do her best, through this - it doesn't matter anymore /where/ in the mall they are. She wants to feel that again, that vibration of bone and muscle beneath her feet and fists. "Here's another, then!"
Didn't quite go the way Domino expected, though. He's used as a stepping stone, letting out a soft, surprised 'grf' sound as he stumbles forward a step. He whirls around to observe the subsequent actions... and his stoicism breaks to permit an amused grin.
For all of two seconds.
Back to stoicism, and Domino dashes back towards the hopefully distracted brawler. His arms go to hook underneath Shenwoo's arms from underneath, then he links the hands together behind his neck hopefully before he has any idea what's happening. In the sleeper hold, his arms and hands begin applying pressure, pulling Shen's shoulders back and pushing his neck forward to begin stifling airflow. That and it should hopefully make Shenwoo prone for whatever antics Shermie intends.
As far as the stores go, Domino's hardly paying attention to where they are. But so far, he's amassed something from the Apple store, and something from the store sporting diamonds.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Shermie's Quick Punch.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo interrupts Quick Throw from Drake with Tenrenshou.
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|=====--\-------\0 Drake
So, as Shermie comes for that elbow drop, Shenwoo is still getting /up/. He gets hit with the attack, but... Barely seems to register it at all except for a brief stagger. He'd almost be disappointed, really, if he had the time to register that disappointment at all... Which he doesn't, because he's got Domino coming his way as well. At first, it seems like Shen is just going to let Drake do whatever he wants, grabbing him for that sleeper hold, but...
Instead, the Shanghai-born brawler powers out, painfully, getting himself loose from Drake's grasp and then twisting around to thrust out one foot again - isn't he supposed to be a /boxer/?! - and bury his heel into the wrestler's gut. "Tch... Hands off, fruitcake! You're worse than that Benimaru guy!" ...Wait, what?
Drat! Shermie's on the mall ground, and at least it is nicely maintained and not icky and nasty. She peels herself up and off the ground, brushing her ponytails back behind her and setting them in place as she tries to watch the fight between Shen and Drake. Augh! Drake, fight harder! "C'mon, Domino! We can do this!" She loves talking while she's fighting - and she's not going to stop just yet, oh no.
Speaking of which, she's caught off-guard by Shen's comment, stopping almost short. "Benimaru Nikaido likes /men/?!" Oh, snap! This has surprised her, because she couldn't see it. Seemed like a nice handsome male-model type who liked gu... er, liked fighting at the same time. The shock almost keeps her from attacking, but not quite! She hikes herself into the air again, and throws her body at Shenwoo, simply trying to wrap her body around his and squeeze, like a koala who is very very angry or something.
"HRRK!"
Domino tumbles backwards and ends on his front. Friggin' OW. He lays there a moment, trying to catch his breath. But when he does, he pulls himself slowly back to his feet. "-FRUITCAKE-?!," demands Domino, eyes narrowing. And who the Hell is Benimaru? Another Alma? Good God, where do these people keep coming from!?
"I'll have you know..."
Domino starts to close in again.
"That I lean towards females..."
And suddenly, Domino ducks into a roll to close in the rest of the distance, firing off a swift reverse punch aimed for Shenwoo's back.. hopefully while he's distracted with Shermie.
"Sorry to disappoint you."
Snerk. It was worth commenting on.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo parries Shermie's Strong Throw!
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|=====--\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Shenwoo with Quick Punch.
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|=====--\-------\0 Drake
Well, Shermie sure is friendly, huh? Shenwoo, though, doesn't think her variety of friendliness is in his best interests right now, which would be why he pushes her away instead of getting grabbed, just hard enough to put some room between them. "Hey now," he says, because he's kind of a jerk. "This is no time for that!" Because unlike Benimaru, he /doesn't/ like men. Meanwhile though, Domino's fist of righteous fury is coming his way, and this time Shen's attempt to avoid it... Doesn't work?! Instead, he gets clocked in the back, sending him stumbling forward a step.
"Oh... You're still here?" Shenwoo wonders facetiously as he looks over his shoulder at Drake. Don't worry, he hasn't /really/ forgotten about you! Instead, he whirls around completely, throwing himself forward in a repeat of that rushing punch from earlier, though this time he seems to have a little more speed to go with it. "AREN'T YOU ABOUT DONE YET?!"
Yeah yeah it's all fun and games until somebody has to go and make fun of Benimaru. Man, he wasn't even in the fight and Shenwoo was ragging on him, what the hell is that? Because somehow, that didn't escape Beni's ear, and as a result he very quickly proceeds to push his way through toward the front of the lines, a very -not- amused frown on his otherwise very sexy features. It could be the upspike of chi energy that'd get the berserkers attention, maybe not, but he at least stays within the bounderies of the match rather than stomp in and kick Shenwoo's block off. And really.. Shermie's sudden accusation is just plain embarassing. For a moment he was without words, so instead he just stares daggers at Shen. Because at the moment that was the best he could do.
Bounced off of Shen like trying to grapple with a rubber wall, Shermie is finding it hard to gain purchase on the crazy man. She's not /done/ trying yet, but it's certainly getting close to the feeling of being in serious problems when he decides it really is time to get serious with her. She's trying to be more smart, trying to pick and choose her times and places - and then he's gone, launching himself at Drake. Whoops.
Shermie's not able to catch up to them in time, but she's got an idea to throw him off a little. She reaches into the crowd that's gathered, and snags something that's been catching her eye (bangs) since she started into the fight - this wicker hat that's just on someone's head. As she does so, muttering something about how she can't /believe/ that Benimaru likes guys, she yoinks the hat and chucks it at the back of Shenwoo's noggin, the thing flying straight and fast like something that a korean wrestler would use. The weighted edge should help some too! And then she turns to thank the person wearing it, and stops short.
R "... Benimaru?!" Eh-heh. Sorry, Domino and Shen, she's not paying attention for a minute.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Drake with Gekiken EX.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Shermie
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|=======\===----\1 Drake
That attack comes.. so dang fast. Domino doesn't even have time enough to blink. The amethyst eyes just widen, and.. POW. The model is sent backwards off his feet. He hits the floor, sprawled, fingers giving the occassional twitch from high amounts of pain.
It looks like he's down.
...Or is he?
Domino's head lifts, eyes squeezed shut, teeth grit. He turns over to slowly bring himself back to his feet. And when he's standing it's at a very clearly pained slouch. The eyes open and focus on Shenwoo again, burning with determination. His body absolutely can't go any further than this last effort. He knows it.
So in dashes the acrobatic wrestler. The moment he closes in, he leaps into the air and turns a swift butterfly kick, strike aimed under Shenwoo's chin with enough force to send him into the air vertically. The leap carries Domino with him, and if Shenwoo happens to be there, he turns a second butterfly kick - the foot this time aimed for Shenwoo's gut, and hard.
But hit or miss, when Domino lands, he drops to a knee. A few heavy breaths later, and he simply drops forward, eyes shut, incapacitated.
COMBATSYS: Drake can no longer fight.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Shermie
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo parries Drake's Lunar Eclipse!
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Shenwoo 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Shermie
COMBATSYS: Shermie successfully hits Shenwoo with Thrown Object.
- Power hit! -
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Shenwoo 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Shermie
No one could really say that Benimaru is a man of all smiles. In fact, he does a lot of bitching, so it might not be too suprising to Shermie when she's greeted with a mild frown and slightly narrowed baby-blue eyes, "Are you really going to listen to what that fight-freak ape says?"
He raises his hand to his forehead, and tries to pat Shermie lightly on the shoulder, "Look, just do me a favor and kick his ass for me will you?"
As for Domino's last gasp... Well, Shenwoo doesn't think so, instead knocking the first kick aside, deflecting Drake and slipping out of the way of the rest of the combination. It's cool, it's awesome, and unfortunately it results in him getting hit in the head with Benimaru's stupid straw hat. It's enough, really, to put the brawler out of the match, pushing him over that last little bit. But before he goes out cold, he's going to show Shermie something.
Staggering a bit, he uses his body's attempt to fall to the ground to throw himself forward, running faster and faster towards Shermie. It's another rushing punch, like the one he just took Drake out with, but much, much faster, though it lacks its usual speed in his current state; the important thing, though, is that he's coming at Shermie like a freight train, and throwing his left fist forward in an IMMENSE punch, a shockwave of bluish energy riding right on his fist, as he makes one last attempt to do some serious damage to the Frenchwoman... "SHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Shermie blocks Shenwoo's Zetsu! Gekiken EX.
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Excuse. Talking to hot male model here. Shermie is stunned, floored and surprised that Benimaru is here and the absolute coincidence that he's there to listen to the insults could make her laugh. Fate, indeed! Things like this happen to Shermie - her life is surrounded by 'meet people by random chance' - it's how she met Yashiro and Chris, after all. Benimaru's not quite the same, but still..
"Got it - kick his ass for him, though Domino's doing all the hard stuff. I just put my hand out and occasionally luck out." Shermie says this and demonstrates, by putting her hand out behind her. There's a sudden sound, an impact, as the fist that Shenwoo throws lands smack dab in her palm, knocking her into the crowd, thumped into Benimaru. Yipe!
Sprawled out, but still fighting-ready, she looks back in from her perch against/atop Benimaru, and then brushes her hair back into her eyes. "... Ow." Handshake. Ow. Ow tingly. "... Did we just win?"
Drake is sprawled and quite unconscious, much to the bemoaning of a good few female spectators. Otherwise, he'd give Shermie a thumbs-up. Just give a guy some Advil, would'ja?
The answer would appear to be yes, as Shenwoo whirls around after that punch, staggers a few steps, and then flops right back onto his duff. "Pff... Ha ha ha," he laughs, palming his face and then moving that hand up, brushing his hair back. "Ha ha ha ha ha!! Good stuff," the brawler says after a little more laughing, and it's pretty obvious he can't fight any further. Well, he didn't win, but... When has he ever really cared about /that/?
Log created on 18:18:06 05/12/2007 by Shermie, and last modified on 20:00:42 05/16/2007.