Flight of the Soaring Spirit - [FSS:Week 4] BRUTAL CHAMPIONSHIP?

Description: A brutal battle for the BRUTAL DIVISION CHAMPIONSHIP ends up in a BRUTAL fight, that goes BRUTALLY. Aracely, aka The Moonchild, comes out on top with a top rope leg drop, winning a contract -- and a belt?? (Title, we call them titles, maggle!)

It's Time. What Time is it? It's time....to SOAR!

The normally quiet township fo Pueblo Thunderfoot ends up with a crowd far more active and racous than anything that usually crosses through here, and for good reason: BFW is here and making itself known for the finals of the tournament it had been running here for the last few weeks, and that means time to go all out! MUsic blares, and lights sweep through the night sky from the outdoor set Brute Force Wrestling has set up, the ring in the middle of it all. The music quickly gives way, however, purple and green lights starting to flash as...

o/` (Laaaaaa laaaaaa laaaaaaa) We will never diiieee!! (Laaaaaa laaaaaa laaaaa_ Our Own LIttle World! o/`

Blaring distorted electronic music pumps out of the sound system, as a man in a purple and green suit charges out of a curtain onto the stage, loud mannerisms provoking the crowd with a mic in hand. Grinning widely and nastily, the man starts to speak up, music dying down. "Welcome, all you degenerates, to the end of the trail. The top of the heap, the X on the map, the revelation to your spirit journey....I'm the man, the myth, the SICKNESS, Vyle! And I welcome you...to the FINALS OF THE FLIGHT OF THE SOARING SPIRIT!!!" Extending his arms outward like wings, he poses on the stage, before continuing.

"We've had a long journey, but now...we have the final two.....THE MOONCHILD, VS. THE MISTRESS OF MIXED MARTIAL ARTS! WHO WILL BE OUR FIRST BRUTAL DIVISION CHAMPION?!" he shouts, leaving it at that as he quickly disappears backstage, grinning to himself while the sound team starts on the ladies' themes...

Aracely - the Moonchild - appears, not in her cryptic paint. Perhaps Rainbow Mika slammed the devil out of her, but not her determination! Her own music is some psychobilly guitar playing, at least at this point; she stalks down the ramp, sweeping her hair back with one hand and looking like she owns the place. The embroidered demoness on her satin vest (hail satin!) glimmers, almost winking at people as she passes.

Aracely reaches the ring and stands there, with her hands on the bottom rope, about to vault upwards. But no, she thinks. She puts BOTH hands on the rope, shakes it, and then --

It's supposed to look like she just pulls herself up, but there's actually a kickoff on the surrounding flooring. She rises upwards, twisting about fast and inverting herself - hooking her legs at the knee on the top rope, using momentum to throw herself upwards, and landing on her knees with her arms raised up and an emphatic BOOM from the mat.

The music swells!!

And then fades as she gets up and moves towards one corner, hoping she didn't just demolish her own knees.

Good music, a good setting, and that's all there needs to be pretty much. Mila doesn't need any fancy nicknames, but if she's going to be called the Mistress of Mixed Martial Arts, that's fine with her. All the better to make her name well known. And what better way than with a good fight. At least Mila hopes it will be a good fight. Which is why she's clad in her usual MMA attire, and is doing her warm-ups near her corner of the ring, limbering up and getting the blood flowing for a darn good fight! After all, Mila's here to fight, and that's what she's gonna get!

Hopefully Aracely didn't demolish her knees, because knees are needed for a good fight. Mila smiles a little as Aracely makes her entry, and she taps her fists together. "I hope you're ready for a good fight, because I'm here to fight!" She grins and waves to the audience a little, before she steps back into her corner.

COMBATSYS: Aracely has started a fight here.

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Aracely          0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Mila has joined the fight here.

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Mila             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Aracely

Aracely gives Mila a slightly cool look and puts a hand on her hip. (Her own hip, not Mila's. That's later.) "You've come here to fight, eh? That's good... because I intend, in turn, to bring a fight, for the sake of the people of this festival, and for MEXICOOOOOOOOO!!!"

There is a brief chorus of ironic 'Me Xi Co' from people, but that's not really quite as hype a thing down here as it is up in El Norte.

The bell then rings, and Aracely immediately comes out of her corner. This is exciting and thrilling, seeing her walk towards another woman! But to a certain extent she's feeling her out, seeing how Mila moves, observing her strategy -

And she's also ducking low and twisting around to sweep the leg the moment she gets within arm's reach of the woman, perhaps hoping to pre-empt some kind of fancy MMA trickery, punchery, or other jiggery-pokery by getting her on the mat!

COMBATSYS: Mila blocks Aracely's Light Kick.

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Mila             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Aracely

"Let's hope it's a good one then, because I'm dying for a good fight!" Mila says with a grin, jumping up and down while remaining in her fighting stance. She taps her fists together one last time then says, "All right, I'm ready when you are!" She then steps back into her corner one last time, this time waiting for the bell to ring.

When it finally does ring, Mila steps forwards, keeping her fighting stance steady while watching her opponent to see what she's going to do. Each new fighter is a new experience in Mila's mind, each with different techniques to adapt to and new tricks to learn in order to make the fight a truly enjoyable one.

Aracely decides to go in low with a kick, and Mila is quick to react. She crouches down and assumes a defensive stance, tensing herself up and absorbing the kick as best as she can. "Not bad!" She comments with a slight smirk. "That was a good attempt actually. You have a lot of potential!"

After recovering from the impact, Mila gets back into her standing position, but she doesn't wait for her opponent to do anything after that. Instead, Mila rushes in quickly, attempting to deliver a swift left hook as quickly as she can. "Here I come!"

COMBATSYS: Aracely endures Mila's Jab Punch.

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Mila             0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0          Aracely

Aracely hears Mila's words as she blocks the kick. She rises upwards and smiles sweetly. Deep inside of her heart, though, a fire ignites. OK, she thinks: Condescend to me if you want, lady.

She comes in with a swift hook. Aracely LEANS INTO it, taking it right square on the collarbone, hard enough to make cartilage pop as she reaches up to grasp at Mila's elbow and forearm. As she does, she twists to hook an arm underneath her, giving her one of those famous luchadora hugs --

No! Her goal is to hoist the other woman upwards - into a full vertical position, her feet pointed at the sky and her head pointed at the mat. From there? Aracely would simply twist a bit and toss her forwards, in a manner that would probably not hurt too much, assuming she doesn't land right on her neck. (RIP, Tyson Kidd.)

COMBATSYS: Mila counters Bone Dropper from Aracely with Rolling Arm Lock.

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Mila             0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0          Aracely

Clever trick, trying to lean into the punch so you can get a good advantage on Mila and try to take her down. Except Aracely forgets most likely that these are the types of things Mila trains against. Attempting to get too close can have serious, and sometimes painful, consequences. Because Mila grabs Aracely and rolls onto the ground, dropping her down and then wrenching her arm back in the traditional style, just like a wrestler would. Except Mila's not going for a submission, but rather a counterattack here.

After she's performed her counter, Mila rolls backwards onto her feet and wipes her forehead. "That was real close, I'll give it that. I love it when it gets too close for words!"

As the fight goes on, there are a couple people at a table a few meters from the ring, looking over monitors and speaking into mics. They're not fed over the PA...but for good reason, as they're doing commentary for the tv broadcast, rather than for the sake of the audience. And one of those men? Why, none over then Vernon Cross, a.k.a. Vyle himself, apparently doing commentating honors for the finals personally.

"You can tell the Moonchild's background in the way she fights, Mano 666's influence in every movement. But sometimes you have an opponent that you need to take a different approach with!" he chimes in the middle of the broadcast, just as Mila counters the would-be suplex into a joint lock. "See! Going for a brainbuster, but Mila clearly has catch experience with her MMA training,a nd turned it around before she could be lifted up, you have to watch for that kind of thing!" His usual beillgerent attitude isn't showing through during his commentary...perhaps watching it as a businessman rather than a personality himself.

Mila hoists her upwards and back downwards, wrenching her arms in the process. Just the one, anyway. Aracely rolls in the other direction, leaning against the ropes, her chest rising and falling as she glares up at Mila. Pulling herself upright, she rolls her neck with a loud relaxing pop, and weighs matters in silence as she stares.

Then her eyes flitter backwards. Rolling into her head, showing their whites.

After this? She leaps backwards, landing on the middle rope and balancing on her heels, before she hops again with a twisting flip of the hips to land up on the top ropes, straddling a turnbuckle. From there, there is a moment for everyone to go "OOOOOOHHHHHH" before she leaps forwards, pressing her legs together (to counter the possible route of an obvious counterstrike) and descending, thigh-backs first, to try to slam Mila over.

COMBATSYS: Mila dodges Aracely's Fall From Heaven.

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Mila             0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0          Aracely

Grinning as the commentator comments on Mila's unique style of fighting and how well she countered the incoming attack, a slight burst of energy can be felt as she feels inspired to give herself a little extra oomph in her fight. Not to mention, she's on a higher alert than she was before. So when Aracely goes up, so do Mila's senses.

Then down comes Aracely, and back goes Mila, jumping away quickly to avoid being caught by her opponent, and then she smiles. "That was pretty cool, but too bad you missed!" Of course Mila's not just going to rest on her laurels.

Instead, Mila follows up her comment with a quick spin on her heels, then another half spin, this one culminating into a roundhouse kick that's aimed directly Aracely.

COMBATSYS: Aracely blocks Mila's Medium Kick.

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Mila             0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0          Aracely

Well that sure is a kick. Aracely grimaces a little at the force of the kick, though she lets it move her forwards, throwing herself to the side and rolling with its force. Bouncing off the mat once, she ends up on the ropes - literally - and sucks in a huge breath.

"Okay," she says to herself, sweeping her hair back with one hand. "Let's do this --" And her eyes flutter, rolling back in her head. There are some grasps in the crowd as Aracely's shoulders roll --

And then she follows the ropes around, building up speed as she aims to pop up in an enzuigiri at Mila, hopefully giving HER her own personal case of rope rash along the way!

COMBATSYS: Mila blocks Aracely's Light Kick.

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Mila             0/-------/-----==|>>>----\-------\0          Aracely

Rope rash? That sounds painful! If it's anything like road rash, especially. Mila's never had to feel that before, thankfully, and she doesn't want to either. Nor does she want a taste of that enzuigiri either! Mila takes a deep breath and blows it out before steadying herself, watching Aracely come at her, and when the fighter attempts her enzuigiri, Mila's ready.

Mila deflects the foot from Aracely, stumbling back but protecting herself from potentially worse injury than what could've happened if it landed. "You nearly caught me there, I'll give you that!" Mila smiles a little, before attempting to go in quickly with a standard MMA tackle. If successful, Mila will attempt to throw a punch or two at her tackled opponent.

COMBATSYS: Aracely just-defends Mila's Combo Grapple!

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Mila             0/-------/-----==|>>>----\-------\0          Aracely

Mila lunges in at Aracely -

Who pivots around and scoots an arm underneath her sternum! Well, OVER would be more accurate - her goal is to briefly, if stunningly, send Mila at total 180 degree opposition to the ground, holding her up with a mixture of her own redirected momentum and Aracely's not-inconsiderable muscle mass.

This lets her remark to Mila, from close up, "And now I DID caught you, huh?" This ungrammatical but heartfelt remark accompanies Aracely wiggling forward a little to set up something probably bad. Can Mila bust loose? If not, she's getting dropped back-first onto Aracely's knee, which is probably gonna sting something fierce.

COMBATSYS: Mila fails to counter Backbreaker from Aracely with Rolling Arm Lock.

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Mila             0/-------/---====|>>>----\-------\0          Aracely

Yes, it does sting something fierce. Namely because instead of countering Aracely like Mila hoped (in vain) she could do, she finds herself missing entirely and getting her back broken... or a facsimile thereof. "Ungh," She moans as she grits her teeth through the pain, arching her back as she hits the ground, before forcing herself back up as she remembers that she's supposed to be here for the fight. "I made a mistake there, but we have to learn from our mistakes when we fight."

Slapping her face a few times, Mila returns to her fighting stance, although it's a little pained from the injury she just sustained. "The fight's still on, though, so don't think I'm letting up just yet!"

It isn't QUITE that bad. But it does hurt. Aracely seems kind of cranky now, and when Mila rejoinders that way, she puts a hand on her hip. "Yeah, I guess we do," she says, even as Mila rises upwards and gets into her prepared stance.

Mila declares her intention to continue. Aracely stares straight ahead without verbal response for a moment, taking another of those huge, quick breaths, and then advancing forwards. She twitches her leg as if to suggest a kick--

Which is in fact a feint because she's actually lunging in for a series of jabs to the face! Cumulatively, of course, these little quick jabs are adding up to something distinctly - well - fierce.

COMBATSYS: Mila counters Fierce Punch from Aracely with Rolling Arm Lock.

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Mila             0/-------/--=====|>>>>---\-------\0          Aracely

It's a good strategy to use a feint sometimes. Sometimes, though, it doesn't always work. Because Mila's knows about the ability of opponents to feint. Which is why when she thinks she sees an opponent about to attack, she watches their whole body carefully, just in case they might try something else. And it pays off... in more ways than one. Not only does Mila see the punch coming, but she's able to catch it and roll onto the ground. Without a sound, she wrenches Aracely's arm back, before she gets back onto her feet, wiping her forehead with her hand.

"This really works up a sweat, but it's worth it!" Mila says with a smile, although there's a slight wincing as she talks, obviously from the damage to her back. "This could go either way, and I'm still going strong!"

The twisting arm roll! That's the WORST KIND. Wrapped up like that, Aracely is pressed down to the ground, but Mila's rapid ascent keeps her from getting agonized too hard. Her arm hurts - but it doesn't feel like it's going to fall off, or explode.

That's good!

"Is that like, your fighting style? Being condescending and chirpy?" Aracely asks over her shoulder as she pushes herself up to her feet without using her forearms at all for help. "'Cuz I'm getting sick of it!"

She snaps a kick out then - aiming to work at Mila's knees and thighs with a couple of supplementary strikes.

COMBATSYS: Mila blocks Aracely's Light Kick.

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Mila             0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0          Aracely

Thinking quickly, Mila tightens herself and prepares to defend against the kicks. The knees are sensitive, especially when kicked. So Mila uses her toughness to try to absorb the kicks as best as she can. "I'm not trying to be condescending. I'm just trying to enjoy the fight!" Her smile falters a little, but it still remains. "If you think I'm being condescending, I'm sorry."

Mila waits for a moment to wipe her forehead again, still sweating somewhat. Then she goes in with a swift uppercut.

COMBATSYS: Aracely blocks Mila's Jab Punch.

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Mila             0/-------/-======|>------\-------\0          Aracely

"Look, you've just been saying this stuff, you know? It sort of gets overloading," Aracely says, spreading her arms and putting her hands on her head. "If you don't mean anything by it, my bad. Different cult-"

She cross-blocks the uppercut and grunts in discomfort at the force of the blow. "Ture," Aracely concludes, before she tries to get a good firm grip on Mila's arm before she can retract it. "But we both speak the language of fight!" Aracely concludes, her accent getting thick.

From there she twists forwards, hopefully whipping Mila to stagger forcefully into a turnbuckle. She's sweating now, pretty badly, at least.

COMBATSYS: Mila fails to counter Irish Whip from Aracely with Rolling Arm Lock.
- Power fail! -

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Mila             1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0          Aracely

"I appreciate that, but it's just the way I am, really." Mila replies as she prepares for another counter-attack. Key word being prepares. But she fails again. This time she gets whipped extra hard, in fact harder than she expected. She can't stop running until she slams into the turnbuckle. And unlike Aracely, Mila's never hit a turnbuckle before, so the impact leaves her stunned and slumped over on the turnbuckle.

"Ohh... my stomach," Mila groans, feeling herself slipping in and out of consciousness. She tries to lift her arms but the pain is too much for her. She simply sits there, vulnerable and waiting.

Aracely tosses her hair back and strides forwards as Mila collapses, stunned momentarily. She hooks an arm underneath the woman and pulls her towards the middle of the ring, almost gently. This is probably not a good sign, though it may give Mila a moment to get past the pain as she's pushed down onto her belly - or not quite. Aracely hooks one of Mila's arms towards her knee, the other on the other... And then she crouches down, wrapping her hands to hook under the other woman's jaw.

And pull.

"THE CLUTCHES OF SATAN" shouts the announcement table. There is screaming - but can Mila wriggle on out like the electric eel? Or reverse it!? Only time - and trial - can tell!

COMBATSYS: Mila dodges Aracely's The Clutches of Satan.

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Mila             1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0          Aracely

Does Mila wriggle out of the way like an electric eel? No she doesn't do that, because she doesn't have the strength to do that. Instead, she loses her strength and collapses onto the canvas. She then rolls sideways, out of the way of Aracely. Hopefully Aracely can control herself before she hits the turnbuckle, unlike Mila did. With this turn of events, though, Mila's attempting to get back into the fight and hopefully make a comeback of sorts.

Crouching down a little, almost as if to catch her breath as she gets up, Mila watches and then gets an idea. She doesn't speak this time, not wanting to waste any more time with unnecessary dialogues at all. Instead, she attempts to pop upwards quickly and land a swift uppercut while doing so.

COMBATSYS: Aracely just-defends Mila's Long Upper!

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Mila             1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0          Aracely

Mila gets loose before she can lock it in! "Tch!" Aracely says, but then Mila stays low as Aracely gets out of the immediate line of fire for a low blow. She rolls her neck, tensing -- and then Mila comes up and leads with an uppercut.

Aracely leans back.

Then she reaches forwards as Mila hurls herself upwards, helping along that popping motion, letting its explosivity draw Mila upwards, hopefully, with a grasp at the hips. This is almost like a ballet dancer's maneuver, except for one key difference:

Aracely immediately leaps back in order to let Mila fall. Possibly on her face.

COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Mila with Bone Dropper.

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Mila             1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0          Aracely

Mila fails to avoid being part of this twisted ballet dance. She goes up into the air, but there's no one to catch her. Instead she hits the ground face first. And that does hurt a lot. In fact, as Mila starts to recover her senses, she feels her nose and finds that it's bleeding a little. Sure, blood is normal in MMA, but that doesn't mean Mila's used to it. She holds her nose with one hand as she struggles to get up, trying to lower the bleeding a little, all the while her back and the rest of her body is protesting her trying to get up.

"Owww, looks like I've gone a bit too far," Mila comments to herself as she stares at Aracely. "But I'm not done... no way!" Mila approaches Aracely as best as she can, cracking her knuckles. Then, almost out of nowhere literally, she attempts to deliver a swift hook to Aracely's stomach. This could hurt quite a bit!

COMBATSYS: Mila successfully hits Aracely with Corkscrew Strike.

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Mila             0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0          Aracely


The punch into Aracely's midsection hits the same resistance Mila might have felt punching a two hundred pound sandbag. This is mostly from Aracely's tensed up resistance on the ground. Her eyes widen, and she staggers back, slamming against the ropes again and gurgling, struggling for breath.

Struggling... and then pushing herself upwards onto the ropes. CLimbing into them. Rising to the top of them, her chest still rising and falling as she reaches the luchadora's natural homeland - the top of the ropes. From there, she lets out a ragged, crackling scream --

And leaps!

A HIGH leap, descending with the backs of her thighs to try to squash Mila flat beneath her.

COMBATSYS: Aracely successfully hits Mila with Fall From Heaven.

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Mila             0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0          Aracely

Mila has no chance to avoid this. With her eyes squeezed shut, she begins to pray silently that this won't kill her. Just as Aracely starts to come down at her, she tries to rise up and punch at her just before she hits. The attempt is a bit late and Mila finds herself getting crushed... or does she? Because she struggles to stay on one knee at least. Just long enough to deliver one last blow to the side.

Regardless of whether the blow hits or not, though, it doesn't matter. Mila's out for the count... for real this time. There's no submission, no TKO, nothing. This would be considered a KO by the standards of MMA.

COMBATSYS: Mila can no longer fight.

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Aracely          0/-------/-======|

COMBATSYS: Aracely blocks Mila's Medium Punch.

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Aracely          0/-------/=======|

Aracely takes that blow and rolls loose, staggering again. She gets up, dreading having to do more and put Mila into a hold or throw her down for the pin, but -

The ref is there. Checking on Mila. And another ref raises up her hand. A look of total surprise turns into another eye-rolling, back thrashing quasi-seizure-ish demonstration of total demonic intensity!

And so, perhaps, Pueblo Thunderfoot is saved, and is not in any way overrun by the forces of darkness and/or drug running.

Log created on 20:47:10 07/19/2015 by Aracely, and last modified on 06:34:48 08/07/2015.