Circuit of Champions - GAUNTLET: Blue Pro Belt #4

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Description: Having escaped from Shang Tsung's island, Mila returns to the adoration of her fans. Fans like the ones that Jezebel once had. Once craved. Still craved. No longer Lightning Spangles, but now Nightmare Spangles, the washed up actress faces down against Mila in a belt match at the Southtown Harbor. Will talent beat dedication, or will Mila find herself having to fight off the crazy?

For a while, there'd been people wondering what happened to the young MMA fighter known as Mila. She had been been seen fighting for awhile and people wondered if she was all right, wondering if she was still a member of the fighting circuit. The reality is, she was fine and that she just took some time off to train and improve herself physically and mentally. She's been trying to get herself into a bigger and badder fighting state, trying to make an impression as a mixed martial artist. And now this whole challenge about belts has come about, and it seems that it's done enough to lure Mila out of hiding and into the fighting arena.

Instead of her usual fighting attire, Mila is dressed rather casually today, wearing her plaid shirt with jeans and sneakers. Regardless, that doesn't mean Mila isn't looking for a fight, as her hands are covered by wrappings, and she's got that look in her eyes that indicates she's in the mood for a good fight! A good thing too, since the belts challenge is happening here in Southtown Harbor, and there's a lot of people here to see Mila fight.

As she walks to the fighting area, Mila waves to her fans, giving a smile to them as she is greeted with lots of cheers and chants of her name. She continues to wave until she gets to the fighting area, at which point she begins to do some light warming up and stretching to get herself ready for her fight. She only stops when an interviewer comes up to ask her a few questions. The only thing her fans will hear is that she's been looking forwards to a good fight and is hoping today is no exception.

"To all of my fans out there," Mila says as she looks into the camera, "I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to!" She gives a thumbs up and a grin.

But what about the people to see Jezebel to fight?

Jezebel, after all, had won the belt before in the past. She had won it as Lightning Spangles, and she was beautiful, and loved, and wanted, and real. Oh, was she so real. She barely defeated Widow, and all thanks to her. Not the mask she wore, not Lightning Spangles, but because of Jezebel. She won it through blood, and sweat, and tears, and spirit, overwhelming spirit and love. She loved herself, she wanted herself then.

And then she threw it away.

She squandered it. Wasted it over self-indulgence, and weakness, and booze. Filthy, toxic liquor that poisoned her body, her mind, her soul, her spirit, and dragged her underneath the black waters of absolutely oblivion and failure and loss, disgusting loss to the man who would save her. She failed over, and over, and over, and over again, as the disgusting and worthless woman she was. Because of her. Not because of Lightning Spangles. Because of her, she killed a child. Because of her, she hurt her closest fans. Because of her, she ruined her name and reputation over deep and sickening personal weakness. She was vile. She was scum. She was worthless garbage.

And now she was back again.

Nightmare Spangles. The shadowy ripoff of Lightning Spangles, obvious to everyone but mum to its nature. There were no fans for Jezebel here. There were no handlers. Just shadows and rumors, lingering in the edges just in case something goes wrong. Mila's fans were here. Jezebel was alone, as she strided out along the harbor. She was dressed in black leather pants and a black mesh top, far more daring than her Lightning Spangles day. Upon her head was a black cowboy hat and a skull bandana over her mouth, concealing her instinctive, toothy smile. Both eyes were darting around, taking in the lack of fans. One eye was normal, but the other... mechanical. She lost that eye to a Russian. But it was okay. Everything was okay. She could handle everything. Almost. Because as Mila waves to her fans...

Jezebel wanted them.

She wanted them to be her fans. She wanted them, craved them, NEEDED them. She wanted them to yearn her and cheer for her and want her and be her and consume her and devour her. She wanted to be their hero. Not Mila. Not anybody else but her, Jezebel. The blue-light mechanical eye narrows to a beam, as it focuses on Mila. "Well doesn't that beat all, Mila!" She drawls, as she sinks behind the mask. "You think your fans are here for you?" Nightmare Spangle's tone was dismissive, almost shocked at the notion that Mila had any. "Well wait until they get a load of the show I'm about to give them!" THe older woman tosses her long ponytail around, letting it swing and dance as she falls into her Tae Kwon Do stance, her mechanical eye burning bright blue. "By the time I'm through with you, the only thing you'll be enjoying..." There is a twitch, a spasm.

"... Is me, pardner!"

As soon as Jezebel makes her appearance, Mila turns to face her and frowns a little. "I know who you are... you're... Lightning... no, Nightmare Spangles." She bites her lip a little before she continues. "You had a great thing going, then you ruined it all. I don't get what happened to you, but I do know that this could be a chance for you to receive your redemption."

Mila then smiles as Nightmare Spangles mentions enjoying her. "You're saying I'm going to enjoy YOU?" She chuckles a little, though it's more out of excitement than humor. "I'm glad to hear that, because I'm here to fight, and I want to be able to enjoy my fight, no matter who it's against!" She taps her fists together a few times and adds, "Namely because I'd love to see how a fighter like you fares against a mixed martial artist like me!"

Mila makes her way to the center of the fighting area, waiting for her opponent to get there as well. "I'm here to fight, and I'm here to fight the good fight! I hope you'll do the same for me!" She jumps up and down a few times while tilting her neck side to side. "I haven't been this excited for a fight in awhile, so let's see how you can do against me!" She clenches her fists and smiles even more.

COMBATSYS: Mila has started a fight here.

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Even she knew she was ruined.

Mila's words cut all the way through Jezebel. If she was Lightning Spangles, she would have felt it. But she felt nothing, no matter how deep. Because if she could feel it, then she would be in unspeakable, inescapable pain. Writhing, sinister agony. It would hurt and never stop hurting until she buried it under the drugs and alcohol and self-destruction that she needed and thrived on. She couldn't hurt. She wouldn't hurt. And if that meant hurting other people?

It was the only way.

"You're gonna love me!" Jezebel just kept talking. She couldn't stop. "Not as much as your fans will love me. You're just not in tune with what your people want, pardner!" She gives a wink with her good eye. "What I was before? That's nothing compared to what I am now. I'm a goddess now, I'm beautiful now, I'm s-s-sexy now!" A brief flicker, as Naerose surges into her mind. "Children love me. Men love me. Women love me. And you'll love me! I'm a goddess of Tae Kwon Do now, pardner. I'm Nightmare Spangles, everything that Lightning Spangles wouldn't and couldn't be. You think you can be all about mixed martial arts? Well pardner..." She suddenly unleashes a rapid fire chain of kicks into the air, before sweeping into a back kick, all a demonstration of just what she was capable of.

"... Lets see if you can handle THIS kind of horsepower!"

COMBATSYS: Jezebel has joined the fight here.

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Jezebel          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Mila

Jezebel can talk the talk but can she walk the walk? That's something only Mila will find out in a little while as soon as this fight gets underway. Mila watches her opponent, noticing how flashy she is and demonstrating what she can do, even making a pun. Mila nods a little, still smiling. "All right, if you want me to take you on, I'll gladly do so!" She cracks her knuckles one final time before approaching Jezebel slowly. "I'm warning you though, I'm not one to be taken lightly either!" She suddenly stops her approach though.

Is Mila wimping out? Is she scared all of a sudden? No, she's just sizing up her foe briefly, trying to get an idea of what she's like and how to deal with her. After all, every good martial artist must think on their feet and know what they're dealing with. Sure, Jezebel's given a swift demonstration, but there's more where that came from, that's for sure!

Once Mila's got her initial plan in mind, she suddenly darts forwards, a few quick steps towards Jezebel,t hen with her left foot, she pushes off the ground into the air. It's not too high into the air, but high enough to get some air. While she's in the air, Mila quickly snaps out with her right leg, attempting to show Jezebel that Mila's not one to be taken lightly. She lets out a battle cry as she throws her kick, although it sounds more like a 'Gyah!' rather than anything traditional.

COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks Mila's Light Kick.

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Jezebel          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Mila

She was making her move.

As Jezebel makes her demonstration, she wanted to hear the cheers. There was none. Nothing. Nothing until Mila launches off. Jezebels reaction is surprisingly slow, her eyes staring off too far as she pivots her stance to meet Mila's own charge. As the cry comes, Nightmare Spangles hands come out, catching the kick with a deflection as she nearly knocks herself off her own feet, overselling the impact. And in tandem, she cries out.


Rebuffing off, she gains some distances as she lets Mila stick her landing. And there, she hurls herself back in. She builds pressure as Jezebel throws out a kick with her right leg, snapping it forward, and then backwards. She drop it in order to step forward, unleashing a roundhouse kick with her left leg. The assault finishes as she unleashes a fourth and final kick, this one coming up and over into a staggering heel drop. Jezebel was pressing forward faster and faster, a giggle building under her breath. She wanted to hit Mila, hurt her in front of her fans. Or maybe, maybe if it didn't work...

Maybe her fans would love it if Nightmare Spangles was the one getting hurt.

COMBATSYS: Mila counters Quick and the Dead from Jezebel with Rolling Arm Lock.
- Power hit! -

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Jezebel          0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0             Mila

Jezebel is coming in fast, using her legs as lethal weapons, but Mila's not backing down, not in the least bit. She watches Jezebel coming at her with those furious looking kicks, but just when the woman is about to kick Mila, the girl suddenly steps forwards aside from Jezebel, then grabs her arm and takes her down to the ground with a rolling motion, bringing her down smoothly, but it's not over yet.

As soon as they're down on the ground, Mila proceeds to pull back on Jezebel's arm, administering a brief, but very noticeably powerful arm lock. "Yah!" She cries out as she pulls back on the arm. With that, Mila rolls back onto her feet and wipes her forehead, smiling. "Didn't even break a sweat there!"

A takedown.

Jezebel was caught, and locked down into a pin by the grappler, well, a mixed martial arts person. Caught into the arm lock, Jezebel seems to almost turn to jelly. Too much like jelly, in fact: she goes limp, letting Mila stretch her far, so far. It hurt, it hurt so much. But Jezebel wasn't focused on that part. She wasn't focused that she hurt. What she was focusing on was the audience before them.

And that Mila was hurting her.

"GAAAAAAH!" Nightmare Spangles cries out, tears welling in her eyes as she faces the audience. "It hurts! It HURTS!" She groans as Mila traps her in. "Uncle! Uncle! Graaaaagh!" She exclaims, only stopping her writhing and suffering the moment when she is released. Gasping for air, and clinging to her arm, she lets the audience take it in. To give them what they wanted. Mila being STRONG and CONQUERING her, Nightmare Spangles. She was laughing again under her breath. She was trembling, as she forces herself back up, staggering as she oversells the damage. Oh, she was wrenched. But she wanted them to see how strong Mila was. How tough and skilled she was.

Because she was the villain here.

"... You won't get that again." She seeths as she pivots. Swinging her leg around hard, high and over, she forces herself in at Mila, trying to pressure on her. Foot over her head, she moves in as she brings her leg cratering down, hammering down with bone shattering force, right for Mila's shoulder. "What do your audience think? What do your fans think?"

"Are you really as strong as they want to believe?"

COMBATSYS: Mila dodges Jezebel's Heel Kick.

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Jezebel          0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0             Mila

"What do they think? It's different for everyone!" Mila comments as she watches that leg come at her fast, before she drops down into a crouch, feeling the swoosh of the leg going over her head. "Every fan is different, just like every one of my fights! But the fact still remains they're here to see me fight!" Mila loves to hear herself say the word 'fight' doesn't she?

For a moment, Mila remains crouched down, looking almost like she's remaining in that position to avoid what might come next from Jezebel. But in reality, Mila's got something else up her sleeve. She's got a surprise in store for Jezebel that might be a bit on the painful side if she's not careful, as this technique has done in quite a few opponents for Mila!

As soon as Mila's sure she's avoided the attack completely, she pops up, but not slowly like you might think. Instead, she literally seems to shoot up quickly while attempting to deliver a swift uppercut at Jezebel. It literally seems to be coming out of nowhere when it's thrown.

COMBATSYS: Mila successfully hits Jezebel with Long Upper.

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Jezebel          0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0             Mila

Enough to bloody her this time.

As her heel drop comes down hard upon the harbor boards, cracking it, she is already ready for what comes next. Something comes next. She was popping, coming up. Jezebel was instinctively sweeping her hand, to catch it. But the uppercut comes too fast, too subtle, too much. It connects hard with her face, as she feels it. The warm wetness, crawling across her face. She brings a hand to her face as she moans in pain. She waits for what comes next, for her selling it.

And no cheers.

No jeers, no mocking, NOTHING. Jezebel was getting NOTHING. She rips off the bandana from her face, as she stares towards the audience. Her lip was split, blood coming out. She shifts her gaze to the bandana. And she begins to squeeze hard. The blood wrings out, as her hand trembles. She was bleeding. So much, she was bleeding. And then the words come out on their own.

"Do you know about the ones that lust after you?"

IT's a harsh whisper, for Mila, only for Mila. Jezebel stares into her, and chooses to see her reflection. "I learned about them later. They sexualize you, because you're so strong and pretty and everything they want in a woman." Jezebel mutters towards Mila. "Do they make you a thing they lust after? A toy, a doll, a make believe friend? Some of them do. Because that's what they make us. Their playgrounds for their imagination." Jezebel giggles a bit, her voice rising up. "But I'm Nightmare Spangles!"

"And I'm going to make you a STAR!"

She screams aloud, as she hurls herself back at Mila, driving her foot forward in an air-stealing thrust kick, attempting to knock the wind out of her. Something was driving and feeding Jezebel, dragging her back together. But as her pupils fall into pinpricks, the bloodied bandana still gripped in her hand so tightly, one thing was certain. Whatever path she was going down right now.

She wanted to take Mila with her.

COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Mila with Thrust Kick.

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Jezebel          0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0             Mila

"But I'm already a star!" Mila tries to explain, but then Jezebel thrusts her foot into Mila, knocking the wind out of the fighter. She goes stumbling backwards and loses her footing briefly, but manages to take controlled deep breaths to get the air back into her lungs and focus herself once again. She shakes her head and looks to Jezebel. "No no no, you can't get so enraged like that! You have to stay in control of yourself!" She rubs at the spot where the kick landed, feeling the pain once again but not letting it get to her. "Focus on the fight! Enjoy the fight!"

Moving in quickly, Mila steps towards Jezebel, before spinning once and then spinning again, only this time her leg comes up and the heel of her foot comes towards Jezebel in a swift roundhouse kick. "You've got to feel it to believe it! Feel it!"

COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks Mila's High Kick Cannon.

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

Jezebel's offense was exhilirating.

She felt so free, unbound by Lightning Spangles or anything shameful and wrong to restrain it. She was so free to just let it all out. To let out how Naerose rejected her and left her because she was such a disgusting woman that exploited her own body. She wasn't even pure enough for her fishy friend. But she would get herself purified; cleaned. She would be clean again, when she would be the belt holder, and she would love her. All of them would love her, because she would be clean.
% R"Enjoy it?"

Jezebel's expression was teeth-filled joy as she recoils her leg. As Mila steps in, Jezebel is able to muster a defense this time. The spinning comes around low, she is already easing herself backwards. "I'm not here to enjoy. I'm here to be enjoyed!" "That's the only thing worth living for pardner. People loving you, the thrill of the audience, people loving you right, not wrong and disgusting and SICK AND WRONG!" Nightmare Spangles crouches down, bracing against the relentless roundhouse. Her face was nearly cracking from the sheer force of the smile as she braces both arms against the full force of the kick, nearly getting knocked over by it. "And you. Are just. SO LOVED!"

And she erupts back.

Jezebel explodes back at Mila, spining through the air as she erupts with three staggering kicks. Red, white, and blue chi cascade over her as she unloads the trio of aerial kicks. One, two, three, each with a burst of red, white, and blue fireworks of chi on each individual kick. She would land, yes, but not before she lets out the cry.


COMBATSYS: Mila dodges Jezebel's Where Eagles Dare EX.

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Jezebel          0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0             Mila

"Where eagles dare?" Mila echoes out as she watches Jezebel coming towards her. "I don't see any birds flying around here, but you'll be going flying in a few minutes if you don't gain some control over yourself!" This point is semi-driven home by the fact that Mila is able to dodge out of the way of the incoming attack from Jezebel with a good amount of ease. Although, after she does this, Mila wipes her forehead a little. "You're making me work up a sweat. That's what I like in a fight!" She taps her fists a few times together and says, "The more worked up I get, the better I feel after a good fight!"

Mila takes a deep breath again and blows it out, trying to give herself a little extra stamina as she focuses towards Jezebel once again. Then, without warning, she advances quicker than one might expect, and attempts to tackle Jezebel to the ground in a classic MMA style! She's not going for any submission holds or things like that, just trying to give Jezebel a taste of what fighting an MMA fighter is like!

COMBATSYS: Mila successfully hits Jezebel with Medium Throw.

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

She was still too agile.

Jezebel's finesse and force of a garbage truck was being slipped and eluded by the other fighter. But Jezebel's spirit was building into a cataclysm. She didn't know what she was feeling. But it wasn't pain, it was never pain. It was too beautiful to be pain. As Mila says she is getting sweaty, Jezebel can't help but grin. She was moving clumsy, she could feel the exhaustion too, she was living it. And yet, as Mila feeds her, she loved it.

She even loved it as she was tackled down.

Oh, she tried to slip out of the grips. But that passion, that love, she could feel it. She could feel it in the fight, in the audience for HER. As she was brought down, she lets out a grunt of pain. Without a submission hold to trap her, she fall into a tumble, rolling along the ground with the momentum of the blow. Coming to a stop at the crowd's edge, the smile could cut through the ocean and burn a grin right into the marina's trench.

"You're going to cross into something, Mila."

That was the babbling as Nightmare Spangles forces herself up into a stand. She was shakey. She was always shakey. But she was eating up the passion like cornbread and rye. "You're going to be great, or nothing, or everything, or something, and love. Do you..." She steps back, staring cock headed and jaw slack at Mila. She continues to stumble backwards, body burning and sore. But she was living. Living so much."Did you ever love me, Mila?" She whispers as she throws her fist into the air, as the red white and blue cascades over her body.

"Did you ever love LIGHTNING SPANGLES?!"

COMBATSYS: Jezebel burns with the AMERICAN SPIRIT!

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

"Love you?" Mila seems a bit confused at this question. "I've heard of you, and I did think you were cool until you went into your downward spiral. You've let yourself fall to the wayside. You need to improve yourself! You can do it if you believe!" Mila's eyes are wide in hopes that her words are making some kind of impact, but as she speaks, she notices what's happening to Jezebel, and realizes her words aren't doing any good. "If you don't want to listen to reason, that's fine. It's all the worse for you!"

Mila's not angry by any means, it's more like she's annoyed and in despair that she can't convince Jezebel to calm down a little. "I was hoping you'd step back and relax, but that doesn't seem to be happening." She wipes some more sweat from her forehead. "I'm sorry, but I guess it's come to this!"

Mila sizes up Jezebel, waiting to see if anything else comes out of her, before Mila takes off towards her with her arm raised in a clothesline style attack, intent on striking Jezebel if possible.

COMBATSYS: Jezebel endures Mila's Jab Punch.

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

Jezebel was alive.

She was so alive it hurt. It hurt everywhere, it was so wonderful. She ate and breathed the pain. And while Mila was confused, Jezebel could see so clearly that it blinded her. She consumes Mila's words of encouragement. And for a moment, the energy holds, frozen as she looks at her. "You think I am.... You think I am..." She drawls out, as Mila makes her charge. And Nightmare Spangle's voice cracks as she practically squeals.


The blow connects squarely with her neck. But Jezebel is already pivoting towards Mila's back, her face aflame. The clothesline doesn't make her stagger, it doesn't make her stumble. It makes her alive, as she lets it wash over her. Reason? There was no reason. But Mila's words were wonderful for Jezebel, if the message wasn't quite passing through. "I gotta improve, I gotta be great, I gotta make you and your fans love me, Mila! Because that's what it means to be great! That is what it means to be better! That is what it means to be....


And the barrage begins.

Jezebel's kicks are sent flying, far short of connecting with Mila. But that was fine. Each kick unleashes a shimmering ball of red, white, and blue energy, flicking and flashing as they are unleashed. Every flickering ball was scattering, absorbing into everywhere it landed harmlessly. Harmlessly for now. She was not aiming just for Mila, but around her, and around... around the edge of the crowd. Some members of the audience run away from the balls. And it was beautiful, because they knew her. They knew Lightning Spangles. They knew Jezebel. As the last of the flickering orbs making their landing, there is a moment of silence, as Jezebel turns her back to Mila. "It's so beautiful, isn't it." She says.

And the entire area explodes into a barrage of red, white, and blue eruptions.

COMBATSYS: Jezebel issues a challenge!!

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

COMBATSYS: Mila blocks Jezebel's Unforgiven.

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Jezebel          0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0             Mila

Beautiful? Jezebel has truly lost her mind! That's what Mila is thinking right now as she watches the orbs come out and then they fly towards Mila, who instinctively raises her guard in hopes of deflecting them away. The good news is that she does deflect them but the bad news is that they hurt a bit. Shaking off the pain, Mila sighs a little. "I really wasn't expecting that!"

Mila nonetheless slaps her face a few times and hops up and down in place in hopes of keeping herself steady on her feet. "Doesn't matter what you throw at me! I'm gonna keep fighting until the end!" A slight smile forms on Mila's face as she says this. "Show me some more of your tricks! I love new challenges!"

Speaking of challenges, Mila's got another one up her sleeve right now. She attempts to grab onto Jezebel with one hand, and while it might seem strange to see her grabbing with one hand, it's all she needs, since the other hand is clenched into a fist. And that fist is delivering a swift hook aimed at the side of Jezebel's head!

COMBATSYS: Jezebel endures Mila's Temple Shot.

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

Jezebel lost her mind 10 years ago when she killed that little black boy.

She doesn't even turn back at Mila after she shouts back. She was too busy enjoying herself. Maybe this was enjoyment. Maybe this was the edge of self-loathing. But beautiful, so beautiful. Mila was enjoying the challenge. She was already rioting at Nightmare Spangles, rushing at her from behind. She is grabbed, and Jezebel stares into Mila's eyes. Her mechanical eye was narrowed, and her expression was so relaxed. Her face was turning red, even the bloodied lip was not too bad. She almost consented to being held. And as the blow comes around to hit her in the head, there is an audible crack from her neck, a splash of spittle from her smiling lips. She cocks her head back at Mila, expression still uncannily glad.

ANd she reaches out to grab her back.

"I wanted you to hit me harder, Mila. Are you holding back?" Nightmare Spangles says brightly, as she tries to cling on to Mila. Should she keep herself clung, she would lean back, rolling backwards to bring Mila up on her legs. And there, she would launch her right into the air admist a shimmering aura of red, white, and blue energy. At the apex of her launch? The energy would explode into a fireworks burst. So many fireworks.

So much beauty.

COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Mila with Good Bad and Ugly.

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Jezebel          1/-------/=======|=======\===----\1             Mila

Mila has been thrown many times before, and this is one of those times she's being thrown again. The only difference here is that it hurts a bit more than usual. As she slams into the ground, she yells out a little, and finds herself struggling for a moment to regain her focus before rolling onto her stomach and pushing herself back up with some effort and difficulty. "Ooh... I wasn't expecting that," She mutters to herself aloud, albeit not too loud. She wipes her forehead and sighs. "I think I'm overdoing it here... No, I'm not! I've got to win this fight!"

Mila looks to Jezebel and nods. "You want me to hit you harder? I'll gladly oblige you! Because I'm not the type of person who taps out easily! I'm just warming up!" She wipes the sweat from her face again as if to emphasize this. "I hope you can endure it though!"

Mila finds herself moving a little slower than usual, thinking she might have started to run low on steam, but she still won't give up either. Instead, she goes in and attempts to strike Jezebel in the stomach with a blow that should stun her. If that succeeds, Mila will add in a few other shots before delivering a fierce punch that will send Jezebel flying across the harbor area!

COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks Mila's Gatling Power Blow.

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

She was doing it.

Hitting her harder. Jezebel didn't like being hurt. But this wasn't real pain. This was pretend pain, made up by imaginary electrodes in her brain telling her what is real and isn't real. Real pain was only on the inside. On the outside? Just pretend. Always pretend.

Always for fun.

As Mila rampages at Jezebel, she takes the punch to the gut solidly. Recoiling on the impact, the follow up punches are deftly caught and deflected, knocked aside by her arms as she gasped for air. As the finishing punch comes, the actress catches it with both hands, letting herself get sent flying backwards with the impact. The brunt was negated. But the punch to the gut?

"Thank you!"

And Jezebel gasps out a laugh.

"You're amazing Mila." She muses, holding her stomach where maybe some day a beautiful baby could be. She felt so warm. We're amazing. You and I are amazing, and we are going to do amazing things. Everyone will see how amazing we are, Mila. I'm Nightmare Spangles. I'm Nightmare Spangles, and I am a BEAUTIFUL, POWERFUL WOMAN!" She screams, as she throws a fist in the air. Her gaze fixes down at Mila, as red, white, and blue explodes around her. She lowers down, bracing herself down. "Lets -ride- Mila!" She howls.

And she explodes forward, spiraling in the air in a drill of red, white, and blue chi, straight towards Mila.

COMBATSYS: Jezebel successfully hits Mila with Pale Rider.

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Jezebel          0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0             Mila

"Ride? What do you mean?" Mila finds out abruptly as Jezebel comes at her quickly, and it's too fast for even Mila to brace for. She struggles to protect herself, but Jezebel is too fast, and Mila is knocked into the air and onto the ground. Hard. She moans softly, feeling her nose and finding that there's blood coming out, and her body is so racked with pain that she can't keep herself from focusing on anything but that. But then she shakes her head and starts to get up again, albeit very slowly. She grunts through the pain and finally gets onto her feet, hunched over and bleeding, trying to catch her breath. She slaps her face a few times. "Come on, Mila, stay with it! You can do it!"

The fighter rolls her neck around, trying to get the fighting spirit going through her. "A true fighter doesn't give up! They fight until the very end!" She cracks her knuckles and tries to smile, but it's very forced. In fact, the way she wipes her nose again shows that she's struggling to keep herself going through all this. "Even if my end is near, I'm not letting you win that easily!" She shakes her head. "I'm not letting you win! I will keep going!" She grits her teeth and tries to keep smiling through the pain.

COMBATSYS: Mila gains composure.

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Jezebel          0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0             Mila

"You can stay with it!"

Those are the words from Jezebel as she makes her landing, hitting the ground on both feet. She was parroting what she heard, attuning herself closer and closer to Mila. "You can do it, Mila! You should never give up! You should always be a glowing star for everyone and everything watching us!" She glares at her, the smile melting away into a tight-lipped sneer. She was shaking.

But she still wanted more than ever to fight.

"All of them, Mila. Even the shameless, disgusting men and woman who dream twisted dreams, making us their DOLLS and PLAYTHINGS and FILTHY BIRDS" Jezebel was swinging hard, as stands fast. She draws in a sharp breath, as the red white and blue explode over her again, a beam of blue light shooting from her mechanical eye into the air. "I hate them. I LOVE THEM! HIT ME AGAIN MILA!"


COMBATSYS: Jezebel burns with the AMERICAN SPIRIT!

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

Sucking in deep breaths and wiping her face, Mila starts to get back into the swing of things. "You want me to hit you more? All right, I'll definitely give you more!" She takes a couple more deep breaths, still feeling a bit winded, but not going down either. "I love when a fight goes longer and longer! It really gets me going!"

And going is what Mila's doing, as she approaches Jezebel carefully, not wanting to wear herself out any more than she already has. She looks towards Jezebel, keeping an eye on her and how she seems to be getting more and more revved up by the moment, not wanting to risk being caught off-guard again. "Let's finish this!" She says with a grin, almost like she's forgotten about being worn out and beaten up.

A couple more steps forwards, then Mila suddenly leaps forwards and attempts to wrap her legs around Jezebel's neck! If she's successful, Mila will drop onto the ground while bringing Jezebel with her, then give her a good squeeze around the neck for good measure!

COMBATSYS: Jezebel interrupts Flying Triangle Choke from Mila with High Noon EX.

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Jezebel          1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1             Mila

Down to the wire.

Jezebel could feel a noose around her neck. ANd she loved the feeling. Tightening and tightening, choking her. She could barely breath, and she was taking in every breath like it was her loving last. Naerose was watching her. She could feel it. And she would adore her, so innocently. Mila was returning, bringing the last rites.

And she was leaping.

Jezebel shudders, and she waits, and watches. She was getting it ready. Mila was doing it. She was letting it happen. Jezebel twists her leg, arming it as she builds the tension. She was shaking. It was coming. It was so close. Mila was coming, she was so close. She was here, she was upon her. As the legs come for her neck....

She launches her kick up.

Firing up, it wasn't going to feel good to get the woman off. It was a crack, a painful crack when she kicked Mila in the air. Her legs were burning. Everything was burning. She rips up into the air, tearing Mila free as she feels the waves of pain. She reaches the apex.... and her leg whips around again. There is an explosion of fireworks, red white and blue, as she launches straight back down to the harbor grounds, to crater them both down hard. She laughs aloud as she makes impact. "FINISH IT!"


Mila goes up into the air and she goes down fast. She slams into the ground hard. She looks like she's out, but somehow she stumbles back onto her feet, albeit very wobbily. "No... this can't end like this! I won't allow it..." But Mila's legs are almost like jelly and she's feeling like her body could easily give out at a moment's notice. Still, when the spirit of a fight is burning within Mila, she doesn't let go that easily. She tries to give it her all up until the very end. "One... more... Yea!"

Unfortunately, Mila's stance is very weak and not good for doing much. She can only stumble towards Jezebel while hunched over, and all she can do is try to hit her with a final uppercut, which proves to be her undoing, since as she launches that uppercut, she launches herself into the air and then falls flat on her back.


COMBATSYS: Mila can no longer fight.

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Jezebel          1/-----==/=======|

COMBATSYS: Jezebel blocks Mila's Long Upper.

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Jezebel          1/----===/=======|

Jezebel could barely stand herself.

The harbor was swimming around her, a blur, a dream, wonderful so wonderful. The entire fight was a giant and epic fantasy, filling her and screaming in her head. She was standing fast in the face of oblivion, a smile burned on her face. All eyes were on her, undressing her soul. She wanted to let the cheers surround her.

There were none.

Mila wasn't gone yet. Blearly, she turns her eyes upon the woman who was the mixed-martial arts champion. Why was Jezebel still here? Was she a champion too? Was she a hero? Was she just past the limits, the extremes, the fantasies, the frights. "Just one more.... Just one more..." She mutters, as Mila comes up. "JUST ONE MORE!" She screamed as Mila throws herself at her. Jezebel smashes her arm into Mila... a foolish action, it seemed, as Mila rips through her arms, wrenching her arm from its socket as she fires into the sky. She stumbles backwards, as Mila falls down. And she... she doesn't fall herself. She doesn't fall.

"Just one... more?"

The fight was over. The dream was done. And the reality... was amazing. It was all over again. NIghtmare Spangles laughs and laughs as she yodels aloud. Laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs and the crowd, the crowd, she needed the crowd. Her burning mechanical eye slashes across the crowd. The cheers. She needed the cheers. Where were the cheers.

Where were the cheers.

COMBATSYS: Jezebel has ended the fight here.

Log created on 19:07:17 04/05/2017 by Jezebel, and last modified on 12:24:55 04/07/2017.