Description: Penguins, Penguins everywhere! Oh wait. Those are Grecian Nuns. Two completely different styles clash, but the combatants are friendly to one another the whole time. Fuji leaves her mark, or rather, her imprint on a stone wall of Holy Trinity. So awesome, the Cameramen were forbidden to film it! (Winner: Elena) (Incomplete, Meters missing)
Carved into and built atop the peak of a natural sandstone pillar the Monastery of the Holy Trinity stands like a lighthouse beacon in the spotty yet lush green foliage even at such a high altitude. Visitors to the monastery are presented with an arduous climb of the stairs carved into the very face of the pillar itself.
Elena has been alive with wonderment and excitement from the very moment she arrived, bounding up the stairs tirelessly and leaving the retinue of SNF employees behind in favour of exploring. The day is bright, warm and clear yet the wind at high altitude has a welcome chill for the men and women busy finishing setting up mounted and hand held cameras to follow the pair who would be fighting in this magnificent arena.
The view in of itself is spectacular, one can see for miles and the distinctive pinkish stone and red tiled roofs of the Monastery are as picturesque as any oil painting could make them seem.
None of what the above described meant anything to the woman long since waiting. The stage? An old monastery in the middle of nowhere. Stone Carved. The ground was rock, cobble, mortar, and concrete, which did little against the earth itself. The last major earthquake cracked the structure in numerous placed. Inhabited? You wouldn't be able to pull the nuns living in it away. Leave the villagers to fix it. But then again, some of the nuns here had arms bigger than most women's heads.
...Must be something in the water.
Atop a stairway to a high walkway. It was long, and narrow, and impossibly easy to fight in the area. Linearly. A dark haired woman dressed from head to toe in a black suit sat on the ledge overlooking the valley. Truth be told, the masked woman had beaten Elena there. The pounding of footsteps. Her head canted. Listening. The mask she wore had an unsettlingly happy smile to it, two large black eyes perched above it, with no sign of a nose. A flat mask.
The calm breeze that came up here was chilly, but needed. Her head raised, and the woman drew a breath in. Waiting. Her hands in her pocket. Several handkerchiefs in her breast pocket.
It wasn't her appearance, but something about the woman was off.
...That unsettling smile on her mask.
Taking in the view was definitely a priority, with the place prepared for remodelling at the hands of two fighters there was was little of the furniture there wasn't so much of the interior and historical nature to explore. No ancient and pricey relics or antiques to be harmed in the making of this programme.
Shading her eyes from the suns glare with her hand and looking up at the peak of the monastery roof and highest point of the structure the Kenyan beams with a smile and as she wonders what the view looks like from those same heights. Taking to one of the walkways she bounces up the stairs taking occasional moments to stop and appreciate the view. One of the staffers calls after her as he sees her disappear up one of the stairwells, 'Don't go far we're starting soon.'
She continues her climb with only momentary pauses to stop and re-examine the view or peer over the wall at the sheer drop. So caught up was she that she hardly noticed the appearance of the someone else up here along with her until she was nearly upon them. Taking the last few steps two to three at a time she enthusiastically leaps up to the platform and level where the woman in dark is.
"Hello there!"
A bright smile and greeting though Elena doesn’t feel comfortable in getting in close like there was some barrier between the two that prevented her usual intrusion into people personal space. Her study of the mask and and the woman woman wearing it is much more than cursory, the appearance is quite unusually out of place in the setting but no more than Elena's own. The Kenyan tops the other woman by more than a head but in her case Elena does fin it a little awkward. There is no facial features to read and the body language and movement of the woman was still -- giving nothing away. Not even a heartbeat and she is already reaching out the metaphorical hand of friendship.
"I am Elena, You are my opponent today. Yes? I am looking forward to the match!"
The dark haired woman had spent all this time sitting as high as she could get. It was much cooler here than down below, where it was much warmer. When Elena had arrived though? The masked woman didn't even acknowledge her at first. A gentle flicker of the wind managed to catch the dark haired woman's tresses. They blew with a near dramatical fashion.
She turned her head, and the mask faced her directly. This was the one known as "The Great Bartitsu Mask". She looked more like a villain, really. Standing from her seat on the ledge, she rolled, stepping foot onto the ground. There was perhaps 5 feet of distance between Elena and the masked woman. a gust of wind blew both the cape and her hair dramatically to the side. Truth be told, it would have been a great profile shot.
If there was something Elena could pick out, The Mask wasn't looking directly at her. Her head was always canted to the side. She sniffed the air calmly, and began to walk past Elena. If she was here, the match was to start soon. Elena must have come for her. Her footsteps seemed a touch heavy, but as the Masked woman passed, she stop, meeting Elena shoulder to shoulder. The Mask was looking directly in front.
"...Kenzo Flower." she mused, sniffing the air. "...A lovely perfume. Not too bitter, but airidly sweet. You have good choice."
...That may fall along the lines of creepy, Bartitsu Mask.
As the two fighters stand shoulder to shoulder in passing the comment made is rather startling, flattering enough to make Elena grin hugely and scratch the back of her head, openly displaying the cheery embarrassment of receiving a nice compliment.
%"That is very impressive!"
An earnest response as she bounds along behind the other woman, her hands folded behind the small of her back and hopping energetically, she leans occasionally to the side to study the other woman faintly in profile but otherwise descends the stairway likewise in silence. This was one of the many reasons she decided to sign up for the Saturday Night Fights, she got to meet such very interesting people and see such amazing locations.
The Masked woman said very little during their descending pathway towards the old, and falling apart Grecian building. There was little for her TO say, truth be told, she wouldn't know what to say if given the chance to say it. Elena seemed to be many things that she herself was not. She could see herself being jealous of Elena. She was happy, and joyous-- many of the things Fuji had forgotten she ever was.
As they returned to the arena, The Masked woman raised her hand.
"...No Cameras." She said directly. She entered the Arena then, and stood in front of it. The area was surrounded in nuns and monks-- but noone noted aside from a possibly Mexican Luchador. She inhaled slowly, and a hand raised to her head, pulling the mask off slowly. Her face was scarred in numerous places. A pair of Sunglasses replaced the mask the woman was wearing. She was distinctly asian.
"....Come now." She said slowly, the well dressed woman's palms went up-- like some kind of kung fu stance. "You have nothing to hide. Nor shall I."
Staff around the arena awkwardly lower cameras and look over them to the producers, one of which is already punching buttons furiously on his telephone. Whatever the verdict on whether or not their contract to be filmed was binding the man still knows he's gotta cover his ass in this. With no real direction the cameras all come down, of all the inhabitants of this historic and spiritual location the people anyone should least wishes to upset are the fighters themselves.
The act of her opponent removing her mask touches Elena who stands still and quiet, gentle hand clenched over her heart and deeply moved. She chirrups a laugh alongside an energetic smile as she turns a sudden somersault and handspring landing in a crouch in her starting position opposite.
"Thank you, I will have to share my very best dance with you in return."
As she unfurls those long limbs and rises into a faintly stooped crouch she begins to step back and forth, rocking her body, the flow quickly building into the rhythm of her ginga.
"Lets have fun."
The rhythm built she hurls herself forward turning lightly in the air to swipe a downwards slash with a long sshapely brown leg.
"Mallet sma-sh."
COMBATSYS: Fuji blocks Elena's Mallet Smash.
Fun.
Fighting was the last thing Fuji would associate with fun. She needed it to survive-- it was the only thing that kept her spirits up and not guttered. She's lived through a great deal of issues in her life, and somehow, knowing that her opponent is excited to meet her-- it wasn't about the fight any more. It was a mere test of strength. For Kicks.
The long leg came crashing down upon her, or rather, both forearms of the black haired woman, who's top hat was cast aside-- She had long hair for a fighter. It probably could have touched her rear end if she canted her head back. The attack was blocked, but the sheer brunt of the blow hit Fuji down enough to where her knees were bent to absorb the blow. She didn't try to run from the attack, no.
She was expecting it.
Both arms uncrossed then, and both tried to grab at Elena'leg, and attempt an over the shoulder throw! Momentum in a battle is important. Until it's being used against you.
The Kenyan uncoils like a spring and the attack begins with Elena hopping forward with a jumping knee attack. (If this knee misses, the attack ends there. However if it finds the opponent) she unleashes a flurry of kicks, ending with one that knocks the opponent up into the air.
COMBATSYS: Fuji blocks Elena's Brave Dance.
Above all else, Fuji knew where her limits were. She had to brave the Dangers of Fighting people who were bigger than her. At 5 foot 2, this wasn't much of a challenge. The Dark haired woman shifted, rolling out of her DDT on Elena to put distance between them. She lifted her head then. Listening. The crick of the neck, knowing that Elena was going to probably unload on her. This clairvoyance probably just saved her life.
The first knee connected, unfortunately, which put enough distance between the two ladies that Fuji was able to put her arms up and deflect every single kick that came her way. The final air boot was dodged entirely, and the long haired woman merely sidestepped it. This did, however, leave Elena wide open for a perfect counter attack.
BARTITSU PUNCH...! ...lite.
COMBATSYS: Elena blocks Fuji's Quick Punch.
Raising her forearm Elena catches the blow and dances back already giving her arm a flick, that stung but she's still smiling despite the wounds and the blood. She can feel every wound yet she wouldn’t trade away this feeling for any other. Stepping back to create a little leg room for she pirouettes through a back heel kick driving at Fuji to push her back out of her striking range and back into Elena's. The two women are beaten plenty by now and the producer is banging his head abeit gently against one of those historic walls, what was he ever going to tell his bosses?
All Elena can manage to summarise her feelings is a heartfelt:
"You dance.. really well!"
COMBATSYS: Fuji dodges Elena's Heel Kick.
Dance?
She had never thought of fighting as a "Dance" of any kind. Fights to her were a pride thing. A test of mettle. If Elena were to ask Fuji later, Fuji would explain her tentativeness to be a monk punching bag. But right now, Fuji needed to pull some kind of opportunity. The pirouette Heel Kick that was sent her way was dodged-- unconventionally. She leaned back. Too much, actually. Next thing she knew, she was laying on the ground-- but with Elena, it was a perfect opportunity...
..To sweep her legs out from underneath the Kenyan woman...!
BARTITSU SWEEP!
....Notice that it looks strikingly similar to a regular sweep. Only with more Bartitsu addage.
COMBATSYS: Elena dodges Fuji's Light Kick.
Elena suddenly adjusts her rhythm with a very fast step of the ginga, she steps out of the way of the way of the sweep with the first foot and lifts the other foot to kick with the removing it from harms way. Elena just keeps duking it out, she rolls her body away and lashes out with kicks competing in the same range as Fuji, instead of falling back to take advantage of her reach. One way or another the fight seems to be close to its conclusion.
Elena is hanging in there!
COMBATSYS: Elena successfully hits Fuji with Thrust Kick.
- Power hit! -
So much wind was just so instantaneously knocked out of the grey eyed girl. It wasn't so much the kick that blew her over, or the sudden impact into the stone wall, but...
...Okay. That was a lie. Fuji was hurting. As she was speared against the wall, there was a clear imprint of how she hit. She didn't fall. She wasn't going to go out yet. She wanted to fall over. Let Elena have it-- but no. She was not the type to give this up so easily. Bruised. Beaten. Battered. Bloodied, she stepped forward, boldly refusing to stay down. A lunge. A punch. Another punch. A D.D.T.
She will NOT stay down.
...Yet.
COMBATSYS: Elena dodges Fuji's Combo Attack.
COMBATSYS: Fuji keeps on fighting!
It's like her opponent is carved out of iron, Fuji endures it all and keeps coming back if the two were women were enemies rather than a friendly fight Elena might even be afraid of what her opponent is capable of. Elena has no delusion that she could stand so many blows herself.
If Fuji could see into the eyes of her opponent she would see admiration and delight returned. To be pushed to find her limits and then move beyond them is a gift each and every person she meets helps her to achieve, but none moreso than the talented, remarkable and tenacious fighters.
Elena steps back to avoid the lunge drops backwards bowing her body into a bridge passing underneath the blow before levering her torso back up and finds she has to twirl aside in an attempt to escape the final lunge. As she pin-wheels off to the side she sweeps a leg around trying to clip the smaller women as she lunges.
COMBATSYS: Fuji fails to interrupt Spin Kick from Elena with Discombobulate.
COMBATSYS: Fuji can no longer fight.
There was no way around this. With Cameras off, Fuji knew she had been bested. There was now an imprint on the monastery wall of her heavy impact into the wall, but the next blow meant for her was enough that Fuji's body gave right out. She had shot forth with a last ditch effort to cause a little bit of ringing to Elena's ears, but the clip turned into a full on blow, catching her in the stomach. She didn't clutch herself, she just got taken right off her feet. And she laid there, figuratively staring at the ceiling. She wasn't in pain-- pain hardly ever registered to her these days-- but there was the acknowledgement. She couldn't move. She tried rolling several times to her stomach in an attempt to give up, but the grey eyed woman laid there. A sigh. She had lost.
. "...I give." she sputtered out. She had spat up blood. Enough energy was found where she wiped it off her lips.
"...You... *COUGH* ...fight well."
Breathing deep and waiting patiently Elena fully expects the her opponent to rise again, it is only when the words are spoken that she visibly relaxes. She straightesn to her full height though there is a wince as she favours her neck by rubbing it and massaging those tenderized muscles. She walks closer and takes a seat next to the prone woman, She sighs gratefully just to take a break, that perceptible tension finally leaving her and the adrenaline coursing through her body still has her heart racing.
"You fight magnificently, That was my best
performed especially for you! Someday, I hope you will fight me again."
That cheery voice with its unusal accent sudden maternal and caring tone as she leans over Fuji, quietly inspecting her wounds. It had been a great fight, one quite literally to write home about. Mostly because someone didn't want to be filmed.
"Please remain still. The medics; they are coming now so you will be okay."
She never even looked to see what everyone else was doing, because this fight was really just between them.
COMBATSYS: Elena has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:35:55 05/19/2012 by Fuji, and last modified on 21:10:32 05/19/2012.