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Description: Lucky Chloe, the Christmas Kitty, has been chosen to perform for the lighting of the Christmas lights at Southtown Village Mall! Cold-hearted Canadian Alexis Lovell, crusader for the Communist cause, has come to cancel the commercialized capitalist Christmas carol caper! Can Chloe save Christmas, or will anarchy reign this holiday season?

"Did I mention I hate Christmas?"

The blonde singer swings around on her pink padded chair with a petulant expression on her pretty face.

"Also, pink totally clashes with my costume. Get this chair changed now!"

Lucky Chloe's long suffering assistant snaps to it, well aware of what can happen if the teen idol doesn't get her way. As a selection of seasonal songs sound out in the background, Chloe makes gagging faces in the mirror.

"At least I look cute in this costume though."

It's one that has been designed especially for the occasion. Instead of her usual pink attire, Chloe is clad in a red mini dress trimmed with white faux fur combined with a faux fur white fluffy jacket with attached white cat paws. Her usual cat headphones have been switched out for white ones and her kitty tail is also the colour of flawless snow. The lettering spelling out her name on the back of her jacket is stitched in gold and the speakers at her waistband are also this luxurious looking colour. Red leather sneakers with white faux fur tops adorn her feet and her knee pads too are a rich festive red.

She takes sips from her own branded flask that totally does not contain mulled wine. It's simply spiced red grape juice. As her assistant returns wielding what appears to be a gold throne, Lucky practically purrs with pleasure.

"That's better. Maybe this holiday hellfest won't be so bad after all."

Outside in the street, amidst the crowds gathered at the Southtown Mall, Sana Sakai, the most popular presenter on Southtown FM is warming up the crowds with a mix of recent chart hits and classic Christmas tunes. The temperature is a relatively mild 12 degrees celsius, but most of those present have bundled up in coats and winter woolies. The areas closest to the stage are full of female tweeners accompanied by their parents. By their chosen attire, it seems Lucky Chloe's merchandising department is making a very healthy profit. Cat headphones, cat pawed hoodies and cat tails are all proudly worn, as the children wait for the evening's main event. Lucky Chloe will be turning on the town's Christmas lights!

A huge Christmas tree rises up from behind the temporary stage, every branch of it dripping with sparkling tinsel and beautiful glass baubles. All of the shops and eateries are decorated with lights, ready to be lit when the pussycat popstar presses the switch. Anticipation starts to spread throughout those gathered as excited whispers switch to jubilant cries when the dancing diva takes to the stage. Waving her cat paws wildly at her fans, as well as those just curious to take a peek at the pop idol, any signs of her earlier reluctance have vanished. She's very much the professional now, ready to perform her part.

"Southtown, I love you! It's so good to be home for Christmas. I know you're all here to see me set the town alight, but first here's a megamix of all of my hits. I hope you're all comfortable, as I've had quite a few!"

Giving a girlish giggle, she launches into 'Lucky' which was her debut hit in Japan.

"We love you, Chloe!" calls out a starstruck seven year old.

It seems everything is going to plan...

Meanwhile, in her own trailer in the parking lot nearby, Alexis Lovell is sitting with her honorary nephew Gordy on her knee, delicately holding aloft a miniature model of an Avro Arrow and 'flying' it around above the green-haired toddler's head and providing vocal sound effects for the jet as the tot stares up in wonder.

"Vroooom! Whoosh! Gordy, do a barrel roll!"

"Bawl wawl!" the tot echoes, throwing his arms up with glee.

The model jet turns wing over wing as the punk brunette steers it higher into the air.

"Oh no! You've been hit! Eeeeerrrrwwww! Whatcha gonna do, kiddo?!" Alexis asks as the plane starts diving toward the ground.

"Punth in da fayth!" Gordie replies, delicately nudging his pudgy knuckles against Alexis' jaw. The honourary auntie reacts as if she'd received a shoryuken in slow motion, leaning back to the verge of falling off her chair and bringing Gordie with her, to his delight.

"Ahhhh! Good answer, kiddo!"

Sitting back up and placing the jet aside, she ruffles the boy's tiny fauxhawk.

"So, whatcha want for Christmas this year, Gordie?" she asks.

Laying back on Alexis' lap, the toddler deliberates for a moment before coming up with an answer. "Punth in da fayth!"

Alexis' jaw receives another gentle tap from a tiny toddler fist.

"Ah, I see your Santa Claus shops at the same store mine did when I was a kid, eh," Alexis says wryly, returning the gesture by lightly pressing her knuckles against Gordie's nose - then pulling her hand back with her thumb poking out between her fingers. "Maybe Santa will give you a new nose, too, 'cause I've gotch'ers now!"

"Gibbe back by dose!" Gordie demands, reaching out for Alexis' hand.

"What's the magic word?" Alexis asks Gordie, holding her hand tauntingly out of reach.

"Bit'th," Gordie says, face scrunching up.

"This is why I keep trying to tell your mom what a bad influence I am," Alexis says with a contented sigh as she concedes the purloined proboscis to the boy, who smiles as he uses his hands to work his nose back into place. "I hope Santa gets you something sweeter than a bop on the schnoz, kiddo. Maybe I can convince your parents to let me buy you a copy of Nevermind the Bollocks. Or a toy truck, I guess."

"Toy twuck!" Gordie exclaims with the delight.

"Toy truck it is," Alexis decides. A moment later, there's a knock at the door.

"Lexi! You're on!"

"Alright! Come get your kid! He's crapped his pants!" Alexis calls out, grabbing a spray bottle of deodorant from the counter as she stands up with a creak of leather.


The continued squeaking is almost audible above the noise of the crowd as Alexis saunters up toward the stage from one side, the glossy red mini-shorts in which she's clad protesting with each step as if trying to draw attention to their plight. Her calves are covered by red and green striped wool leg warmers over black high-heeled boots, while her shirt is a revealing cropped green halter top, clearly custom-made - judging by the words 'FUCK SANTA' embroidered across the chest, which serve to push the outfit beyond 'tastelessly festive' to Alexis' usual stylistic comfort zone of 'wantonly offensive.'

Finishing off the outfit, a studded black belt wraps around her waist; a sprig of artificial mistletoe dangles from the back of the black band, the words 'KISS MY ASS' on the seat of her shorts clarifying the visual pun. The short walk up the stage gives the audience a chance to appreciate the punk rocker's outfit before her imminent interjection.

Someone has given her a microphone for the occasion, it seems.

"Booooooring," she cuts into the chorus, loud enough for everyone to hear, as she loiters on the stage like the spirit of Christmas gone sour.

She doesn't stop singing and her feet don't miss a beat, but Chloe the cat girl has definitely clocked the iconoclast interloper. Fixing her aquamarine eyes on the petulant punk, she narrows them in the fashion of the felines she owes her gimmick to. Once the mash-up megamix is done with, the blonde's paws shift to her hips and she speaks into the microphone of her headset.

"Well that's rich coming from a has been! Or should I say a never was?"

A cruel smile plays on Chloe's lips as she warms to her theme.

"Ladies, gentlemen, boys and girls, I give you Alexis Lovell, lead singer of Killasaurus Orphanage. Didn't people buy their records for charity or something?"

As Chloe the popstar makes the seamless shift into Chloe the fighter, several of her younger fans seem confused by the change in tone. One of them starts to cry, though her mother remains oblivious. She's too busy ogling the new arrival.

"Alexis Lovell! That's so cool! I saw her play live on a trip to Metro City back in the day. A place called Big Bob's Bar and Grill!" Her eyes mist over at the memory. "Things got pretty damn real!"

Meanwhile another mum in the crowd covers her kid's eyes as the Canadian strolls by, protecting them from the expletives on display!

Approaching Alexis, Lucky starts to circle her potential prey.

"How about a battle of the bands? But you know, without the actual back up bands. Let's see if that tiny ounce of talent you possessed is still in there somewhere."

COMBATSYS: Lucky Chloe has started a fight here.

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Alexis' face is a mask of disaffected detachment, but something twinges under the surface. Wait a minute. Wasn't she supposed to be the 'bad guy' here? The one out to barge in and ruin Christmas like a socialist doom skank? Did she get the roles wrong, or is she getting worked stiff by a Christmas catgirl?

She always forgets how hardcore the Japanese work ethic is.

"Let's go with never was, never will be."

As she says it, the punk holds her free hand out and turns an extended thumb sideways, then down toward the ground.

"I didn't really come here for a battle of the bands. That would be kind of like going to a playground to challenge an Ee-Cee-Ess kid to a wrestling match."

A number of moms in the audience recoil. Did Alexis just say something politically incorrect? She probably should have said kindergartener. Then again, she's probably passed the point of no return the moment she stepped onto the stage with a 'FUCK SANTA' top on.

"I just came here to take a shit on your capitalist Christmas cash grab, but you know what? I think I've changed my mind. Looks like some pig-tailed J-Pop pussy already beat me to it."

She gestures vaguely with her free hand.

"But hey, I don't blame you. I guess all the fake snow on this stage does make it look a little like a giant litterbox."

Alexis turns toward the audience with a patronizingly sympathetic expression before stage-whispering:

"She probably just couldn't help herself."

COMBATSYS: Alexis has joined the fight here.

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Alexis           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0      Lucky Chloe

Tilting her head to the side, Lucky then proceeds to nod it, sending those pigtails flying as she agrees with Alexis' assessment of herself.

"Well, it's good to be self aware. Did your therapist help you with that?"

Despite her catty comments the crowd seem to be mostly on Chloe's side for now. The Canadian's clothing won't be helping her cause with the more conservative members of the crowd and there's also the fact that the blonde is on her home turf. She may have American parents, but she's lived in Southtown for fifteen of the seventeen years of her life.

"You're pretty bitter aren't you, rockstar?" That final word delivered with more than a hint of mocking.

"Is it because you didn't get any gifts growing up? I guess that's what happens when you get dumped in an orphanage."

Her expression too has turned to pity now. It manages to fool a good proportion of the audience, but those that are more astute can probably guess her game.

"As for me using the stage as a bathroom? Nuh uh! My parents trained me properly. Didn't yours?"

She pauses for a beat to stare into her opponent's eyes, which are the same striking colour as her own.

"Oops, sorry!"

There's a clue that she's lacking in sincerity by the cruel giggle that follows her apology.

"Tell you what. Why don't we settle this the fun way? You're a punk aren't you? How do you like my punking twirl?"

Stepping up to the other singer, the popstar aims a snap kick at Alexis' stomach with her left leg. She'll then try and follow up with an overhand chop to her head with her right furry white paw!

COMBATSYS: Alexis blocks Lucky Chloe's Punking Twirl.

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Alexis           0/-------/-----==|>------\-------\0      Lucky Chloe

There was a time when she first broke into the fighting scene and music world (almost simultaneously) when Alexis wore her heart on her sleeve and skin on the inside with every performance. Sure, there was a layer of show even then - she knew putting butts in seats was the way to financial sustainability, after all - but since then it's evolved; traumas (frequent) and triumphs (less so) and time on stage have honed her sense of separation between Alexis Lovell and Killasaurus Lex. A show match like this, where she'd have the opportunity to be the bad bitch, break shit, beat up some pop-star princess, then go home, soak the bruises and spend her Christmas paycheque on the family she's finally found seemed like an easy step on her journey to peace of mind.

What had protected Killasaurus Lex' vulnerable soul (much less pain-tolerant than her physical body) whenever opponents had chosen to attack her morale before was that distinction between who she was on stage and who she was inside. Bitch? Not her. Skank? She didn't care.

Bitter orphan with unresolved childhood trauma who broke down right when she was about to 'make it?'

That cuts closer to the core.

What the fuck is Lucky Chloe's problem?

"What the fuck is your problem, eh?"

Alexis' aquamarine eyes lock on Lucky Chloe's. The microphone isn't raised to her lips when she asks the question. It's a rare slip for the punk rocker.

Mercifully, before the schism between Alexis and K-Lex can deepen (or disappear), Lucky Chloe takes the fight into an arena that Alexis is far more comfortable with - street fighting.

The microphone is still in Alexis' hand when she brings her guard up to fend off the snap kick to her bared stomach, the vocal instrument serving to protect the silver skull and ruby pendant piercing her belly button and producing a horrific squeal of disapproval at its treatment before falling broken to the stage.

"Lame," Alexis declares as she brings her left arm up to catch the overhand kitty-chop with her forearm, the sound system ringing louder and louder as the feedback from the microphone builds instead of fading. "Just like you stealing the hook from 'Who Gives A Shit About School, Anyway?' for your new Christmas single!"

A glint in her eye suggests that she thinks that one was a verbal stiff shot. Whether or not it was, she's already in the midst of a physical one - aiming to drive her black boot into Chloe's own stomach with a resonating bassy impact to send her backward and off-balance before taking a short run to throw herself bodily at the catty Christmas catgirl, swinging herself sideways in the air.

Should she collide with Chloe, another resonant hum would fill the square, and, whirling and wrapping herself around her opponent like a last-minute Christmas gift, she'd attempt to hook her arm around Chloe's neck and drive her headphones-first into the stage! Should she succeed, an eruption of sound would rise up as a sonic shockwave would wash over the audience!

COMBATSYS: Alexis successfully hits Lucky Chloe with Stage Dive EX.

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Alexis           0/-------/----===|>>>>>>-\-------\0      Lucky Chloe

"Take that back" the catgirl hisses at Alexis' accusation of plagarism.

"I have a writing credit on Merry Kittymas myself and I'd never cheat my fans that way!"

She fails to mention that her contribution amounts to one line.

"Plus, even if I did want to steal someone's song it wouldn't be yours. Winners don't need help from losers!"

She sounds rattled, though most of her irritation is due to her opponent escaping the brunt of her attack. She's done her homework on this woman and she's a tough scrapper. She knows it won't be an easy fight, despite any bravado she demonstrates.

As the Canadian attacks her again, this time physically rather than verbally, Chloe is left reeling. The tough black boot leaves her winded, causing the dance diva to double over in pain. She's then knocked off her feet, showing she's not quite as agile as the creatures she's inspired by.

As Alexis comes at her again, her cat ear headphones go flying, exposing the teen's ears (as well as those of her fans) to the Santa hater's sonic shockwave. She brings her pussycat paws up to her ears, trying to block out the awful audible assault.

"Looks like my problem right now is you" she shoots back as she scrambles to her feet, trying to keep both her balance and dignity as she makes a grab for her headphones. Unfortunately for her one of the ears has snapped off!

"Time for me to solve it!"

Meanwhile some of the crowd are frantically fleeing the scene. This isn't the Christmas concert they signed up for! Others look thrilled at the prospect of the pop versus punk punch up that's unfolding in front of them.

Stalking her opponent across the stage, Chloe creeps up beside her and starts to throw out some dance moves. As she shouts out "One two!" her leg lashes out to give a low kick to Alexis' shins, before the Southtown singer spins in the air and tries to strike her opponent with a quick jab of her left paw, quickly followed by a straight punch from her right.

Her aim is to knock the other girl off balance, so she can continue coming at her with a spinning horizontal knife-hand chop to the brunette's bosom with each of her paws in turn.

COMBATSYS: Lucky Chloe successfully hits Alexis with C Uprock.

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Alexis           1/------=/=======|>>>>>>>\-------\1      Lucky Chloe

As the Christmas tree rattles with the force of the fight, dropping some of its garb like the Killasaurus frontwoman herself when the party gets rowdy, part of Alexis notes with some satisfaction that her arrival seems to have succeeded in ruining Lucky Chloe's Christmas concert as planned. Looks like not all of the audience noticed that the show was sponsored by Professional Fighting Worldwide - an easy mistake to make, particularly for walk-ups.

She's sure that some of the kids will enjoy it. And those who don't will learn to deal with the disappointment at the world that she's sure will follow them all of their lives, just like her.

Not that there's time for deep thoughts like that right now.

"Looks like your problem is the stick end of that tail," Alexis retorts as she pushes herself up off of the stage. She's not quite steady on her feet again yet when the foot swings for her shin, sending her staggering off-balance. "Urgh!"

The boxing combo from the cat causes her to grimace as she wobbles, before the double-kitty-chop lands - right across her cleavage.

"Bitch!" Alexis protests as she stumbles backward, clutching her arm across her chest. Who would have known that getting smacked in the boobs by a pair of cat paws could hurt so much?

"I'll kick your ass from here to Saskatchewan!"

Lurching forward, Alexis aims a heavy, stripe-clad and sonically-charged knee at Lucky Chloe's guts, intending to double her over before reaching out for her shoulders to try and force her head down between Lexi's legs. If she succeeds, she'd use her arms in an underhook to keep Chloe trapped with her head beneath Lexi's shorts before throwing both legs out and dropping her weight down - intent on smashing Chloe face-first into the stage with the help of her leather-clad hips before unleashing a dissonant shockwave at the point of impact with the sound of an electric guitar being punished, certain to send ornaments tinkling and tumbling from the tree if successful!

COMBATSYS: Lucky Chloe interrupts Drop D EX from Alexis with Aerial Arc EX.

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Alexis           1/--=====/=======|=======\====---\1      Lucky Chloe

"Not the baubles!"

A cry of dismay from the owner of the Southtown mall rings out, as the gorgeous glass ornaments start to fly off the tree, narrowly avoiding showering the two fighting females with shards as they shatter.

There's a look of taunting triumph on the face of the bitchy blonde when she batters the brunette's boobs with her punching paws.

"Saskatchewan? I'm pretty sure I did a show there. They loved me!" Chloe beams. "I can't say I was a fan of the place though. I mean, what's with all the dust?"

When the lurching Lex launches herself at her, Lucky is briefly caught off guard and finds herself struggling to stomach the vicious violence of the punk performer again. Inhaling sharply she bounces backwards, breathing heavily as she rocks back and forth on her fur edged footwear.

She raises her paws aloft and claps them together, counting out a beat for herself as she rears backwards, then deftly dashes forwards, twirling in the air and coming down to land with a double axe-handled smash to send the other singer soaring into the air. Once they've done their damage, she dusts off her paws and poses for the increasingly fascinated fighting fans.


The double-handed blow sends Alexis flying backward - and crashing into an arch at the back of center-stage that's hung with holly and mistletoe and bells, knocking it down with a tinkle and clatter.

"Nevermind the baubles, she just wrecked the mistletoe!" the production manager yells back at the owner of the mall.

"Aren't the baubles more important?" the owner questions frantically.

"Probably! I'm not sure why I said that!" the manager remarks.

Picking herself back up and dusting the Christmas greenery that clings to her costume off of her seat, Alexis cracks her back and groans. It's been a while since she's taken a hit that good.

"They probably heard you were coming and wanted to make sure your tray was ready," Alexis gripes as she wipes the back of her forearm across her mouth. Her eyes turn askance to one of the stage technicians waiting in the wings, then makes a beckoning gesture; a moment later, a cherry red wireless electric guitar appears in the technician's hands before being tossed up to the punk rocker, who catches it with practiced ease and slings it on with one motion.

"Now, let's have some real music!"

The stages starts to rumble as the speaker system thunders to life with a distorted but technically precise rendition of the refrain from 'Carol of the Bells,' styled after the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's version - and the backing band kicks in to support her moments later. The sound is booming, and signals a shift in the mood toward the dramatic - and Christmas-y. Isn't she supposed to be the one wrecking Christmas here?

Regardless, the rumble of sonic energy is palpable...

COMBATSYS: Alexis surges with the power of rock!

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Alexis           2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\====---\1      Lucky Chloe

Bells and baubles? It's enough to drive a kitty crazy! Lucky Chloe is only a cat girl in costume however, rather than through any genetics. Therefore she manages to resist the urge to pounce on the bouncing bells and balls as they scatter across the stage.

She watches Alexis with curiosity, noting that she managed to do the girl some damage. A smug smirk spreads across her youthful face as she watches the reeling rocker reach for her guitar.

"Now is not the time to make music" she sneers. "Besides, if they wanted to see a show, it would be mine. That's what they showed up for after all."

She stifles a yawn as Alexis makes another litter tray taunt, but it's hard to stay sleepy for long when the powerful sound of the Christmas classic kicks in. A brief and reluctantly appreciative look is given towards her foe, which is soon replaced with a scowl as her own band back the other woman up.

"Stop or you're all fired!" she shrieks, but her words are drowned out by the chords of the carol.

Deciding to take advantage of Alexis being distracted, Chloe drops down on her hands and starts to breakdance at breakneck speed. Shouting to be heard above the music she calls out "Here We Go!" as she aims to kick Alexis repeatedly with her outstretched legs. If she can make contact she tries to use her lithe lower limbs to kick the Canuck into the air with both feet. If Alexis is sent airbound, the feline with the fancy footwork will greet her on the descent, leaping into the air and yelling "Oh yeah!" as she thrusts her right paw triumphantly upwards to smash into the salty singer. Should she pull of this showstopping display, celebration will come in the form of another pose for the crowd, this time with her paw up to her ear.

COMBATSYS: Lucky Chloe successfully hits Alexis with Here We Go!.

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Alexis           2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|-------\-------\0      Lucky Chloe

The impromptu guitar solo isn't, as those familiar with Lexi's back catalogue of matches may suspect, solely for the purpose of trying to win over the fans mid-fight. It's about sound. Aided by the backing band, the noise levels produced by the musical interlude are enough to be felt in the bones. In fact, even Lucky Chloe's own shrieking in response contributes to the power of the aural energy building up.

When Chloe comes crashing in, though, the Canadian's attempt to catch the kicks with her instrument are circumvented, the cat idol's feet landing against Alexis' back and soon launching her into the air.


The rising kitty punch slams into the singer's spine, sending her flipping to crash to the ground, landing on top of her instrument as it remains bound to her body by the strap.

Now battered and bruised, her back in particular starting to become badly mottled around the base of her spine, Alexis groans, trying to push herself up onto her knees and wincing as nerves fire pain through her lumbar in rebellion.

"Fuckin' eh..."

It's hard to tell which is causing her ears to ring more between the blunt trauma and the feedback and burgeoning sea of sound around her - but with the threat of tinnitis comes a reminder of her intent - to weaponize Christmas.

The band has stopped, leaving nothing but a chaotic cacophony lingering and starting to slowly slip into silence. Rising defiantly, she starts to play again - only to realize that her G string has snapped.

The guitar string, that is. This time.

She can't dive back into the Carol of the Bells down a string - so, instead, she picks something that she can do without it.

She whirls to face Lucky Chloe.

"Suck on this, Kitty Tits!"

With that, she bursts into the melody line of Joy To The World.

This time, though, the sound from the guitar, as well as the lingering ambient noise, is shaped, focused and directed forth from the rocker as barely-visible waves ripple through the air, aiming to pummel the pop star with devastating force and potentially send her hurtling right into the Christmas tree itself!

COMBATSYS: Lucky Chloe blocks Alexis' Shredding Solo.

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Alexis           1/-------/<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0      Lucky Chloe

After delivering her celebratory pose, Lucky turns back to the Canadian lass with a bright beaming smile.

"You know you're pretty fun to play with" she remarks, looking at her opponent like a predatory pussycat assessing a mauled mouse. It's obvious that Alexis is in considerable discomfort, but that isn't any concern of Chloe's. After all, she's here to win!

As an insult is thrown her way (or perhaps just an observation) the cat girl starts making tsking sounds with her tongue.

"You're so crude, aren't you? I thought your people were supposed to be polite. You should really learn to watch your language. I don't want you to upset my fans!"

Her words are pretty rich given her own caustic comments, but earn her some approving nods from some of the parents in the crowd. Not the mother who was at the Metro City gig however.

"Kick her candy ass" she calls out. "If I have to listen to her irritating songs on repeat any more, I'm gonna lose my shit!" Her child, clothed in head to toe Lucky Chloe merchandise simply stares at her in stunned silence.

As the rockstar tries to spread Joy To The World, the pretty kitty finds herself flying in the direction of the gigantic Christmas tree. With a wail of protest, that sounds strangely like a muffled meow, she fights to find her feet and manages to stop herself hitting the fir at full force. Not before several of the needles get stuck in her paw however.

Pulling them out of the snow white fur with a wince, she starts hurtling towards the bruised brunette at full speed. There's none of the fancy footwork this time, just a sharp elbow aimed towards Alexis, with the intention of knocking her back down.

COMBATSYS: Lucky Chloe successfully hits Alexis with Elbow Beat.

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Alexis           1/----<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0      Lucky Chloe

This popstar princess is proving less pummel-prone than predicted, the punk perceives pensively. She's a punk. She's been in dozens of fights. She's literally died (twice) and fought her way back from the afterlife. She didn't think she'd have any trouble delivering some Nutra-Sweet neko idol a holiday beatdown.

Japan is way too f***ing hardcore, she thinks.

"Sorry I don't fit your shitty stereotype, biiitch," Alexis retorts, sticking her tongue out to flaunt a silver stud piercing and flipping the bird at Lucky Chloe as cell phone cameras click.

As Chloe comes in fast with elbow extended, Alexis readies herself, unslinging her instrument and tossing it aside with as much respect as she's shown anything or anyone else involved in this scenario so far.

"C'mon, let's see what you -- nnghk!"

The elbow pad hammers into Alexis' face, causing her to instantly go slack, collapsing to the ground unceremoniously as her own lights go out.

Shuddering on the floor as her eyes start to gloss over, the Canadian singer struggles and strains to try and rise again. The blurry shape of a neko looms over her still, and she reaches out with a desperate, blind lunge, attempting to latch onto the catgirl's near arm as she pushes up in a daze.

If she should manage to grab hold of Lucky Chloe's limb, she'd pull down hard, using the white paw as leverage to swing her leg wildly up and over the arm and hyperextend the elbow as she straddles it below the shoulder - before twisting and pulling and dropping her backside onto the limb, aiming to force it down to the ground under her weight with a crunching combination of gravity and a chaotic, cacophonous chord before wrenching the arm hard the wrong way!

Whether or not she succeeds, her eyelashes flutter as she mumbles a dazed, "Merry... Fffuugggin'..."

COMBATSYS: Alexis has reached second wind!

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Alexis           0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0      Lucky Chloe

COMBATSYS: Lucky Chloe interrupts Whammy Bar EX from Alexis with Happy Swing EX.

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Alexis           0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1      Lucky Chloe

Appearances can be deceptive. The teen may seem like an easy fight with her cute costume, pigtails and bubblegum pop songs, but underneath all that froth is a core of steel and we ain't just talking abs! Lucky Chloe is dedicated to her cause and right now that's a mission to destroy the dark haired delinquent in front of her.

She gestures to the crowd at the brunette's further display of bad behaviour, shaking her head in disapproval. A few of them boo Alexis' antics, but there's also plenty of cheers.

The Christmas kitty's face is a picture of girlish glee as her elbow connects with her opponent's visage, causing her to stage dive in a way very different to what she may be used to.

The pussycat popstar pokes at her with a sneaker clad foot, checking for any signs of life. She's feeling pretty confident that it's game over, but what's this? The Canadian is making a grab for her! As she feels her paw being tugged on, she does what any threatened cat would do, she tries to defend herself!

It's said that attack is often the best form of defence and so Chloe comes to meet Alexis with an assault of her own. Trying to twist out of the other girl's grasp, she starts to spin forward rapidly, pummeling her free paw into any parts of the rockstar she can reach. She then makes an attempt to wrench free her other paw, which is successful in that it liberates her limb. Unfortunately for the cat girl the sudden release also sends her flying backwards through the air to land amidst the spiky branches of the seasonal spruce!


The Canadian battler is battered about the body by Lucky Chloe as the two are entangled in a grounded melee. As the catgirl cosplayer is sent crashing into the Christmas tree by their violent separation, Alexis rolls over onto all fours to try and regain her breath and bearings. She swipes her left forearm along her upper lip, brushing away the red bodily fluids leaking from her nostrils in the aftermath of the elbow shot she took earlier.

The sight of her own blood seems to rouse some sort of combat clarity in the Canadian brunette. She's still shuddering from the punishment - this is definitely the worst treatment she's suffered at the hand of a pair of kitty paws since she tried to give her cat Murderface a bath after an unfortunate incident with a skunk.

Then she notices her guitar lying on the stage next to her.

Seconds later, the sound of wood scraping against the stage can be heard as Alexis stalks toward the Christmas tree like a deranged lumberjack, guitar dragging behind her.

"Here, kitty, kitty...!"

The guitar comes whirling around in a full sweeping arc, aiming to mercilessly clobber the catgirl upside her blonde head!

COMBATSYS: Alexis successfully hits Lucky Chloe with Tribute to Townshend.

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Alexis           0/-------/-------|=======\=======\1      Lucky Chloe

It's a dramatic scene in the bloody battle of pop versus punk and it looks like anarchy may be about to reign in Japan! Pulling spruce needles from her hair and kitty costume, Lucky lets out a disgruntled groan as she realises victory may be slipping from her paws.

Meanwhile, the mall owner is looking nauseous as he realises the centrepiece of his Christmas decorations has been destroyed. The tall tree is now leaning lopsidedly and looking lame and lacklustre since the departure of most of it's baubles and branches.

"I'm giving someone else the bill for all this" he mutters. "Nobody said anything about them crashing into my Christmas tree."

His much younger wife is brushing glitter from her slinky skirt suit, whilst a lot of the crowd are taking selfies with the festive fighting in the background.

As the Canadian clambers to her feet, the bubblegum pop blonde stares at her in awe, admiring her determination if not her attitude. Her pink painted lips form into an O shape when she sees the sight of the bleeding brunette heading towards her, armed with her electric axe.

As she beckons the blonde, Chloe shakes her head, looking behind her for a way out of the whacking she suspects is coming her way. She tries to scurry and scamper, but her fast feet fail her for the first time in the fight as she remains frozen on the spot and takes the full impact of the guitar. Down down, deeper and down she goes, landing in a crumpled heap of fake fur. As she hits the deck hard, the golden speakers on her waistband are activated, triggering the playing of her Christmas release 'Merry Kittymas.'

The sound of the song seems to stir her from her slumber and she staggers to her feet, trying to focus on the two wild looking women in front of her. She didn't realise that Alexis was a twin! Ugh, there's two of them? Which one should she hit? She plays a silent game of eeny meeny in her head and lands on the left one, starting to sway her way.

Summoning some energy from somewhere she attacks the anarchist, attempting to knock her into the air with a lightning fast roundhouse punch. If she hits her target and Alexis becomes airbound, she will follow her upwards, spinning her way into a rising snap kick with her right leg and then spinning a second time to aim a roundhouse kick her way. As a final blow, she will throw out her paw to give her foe a backhand smack to the head, before dropping down again to slump on the stage.

COMBATSYS: Lucky Chloe can no longer fight.

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Alexis           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Alexis dodges Lucky Chloe's C Krump Special.

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Alexis           0/-------/-------|

From Lucky Chloe's perspective, Alexis may seem almost ninja-like in her reactions. As the roundhouse punch comes in, the punk rocker seems to practically vanish, the kitty fist smashing through the empty air.

From everyone else's perspective, Chloe simply appears to take a pot shot at an empty spot next to the punk, who looks on bemused as the Christmas cat slumps down to the stage next to Lexi's feet. The guitar rests heavily on the ground as she sucks in air with desperate need, her chest heaving in her green halter top.

Leaning against her instrument for support, Alexis gathers herself for what seems like an eternity before looking around at the aftermath.

The Christmas tree has caught fire, though fortunately it's an artificial tree and the blaze is under control, a truck from the local firefighters adding an extra glow to substitute for the shorted-out Christmas lights. The band have abandoned their own instruments, leaving feedback ringing through the speaker system. And down below, those of the audience who haven't fled the scene are staring agape up at the carnage.

Thinking on her feet, Alexis raises one hand up to flip the bird at the crowd, screams "Fuck Christmas!" loud enough not to need a microphone, then turns around, lowers both hands to her sides, bends slightly forward at the waist, and juts both her thumbs at the message on the seat of her shorts.

The audience erupts with a roar of moral outrage, wailing despair, and inexorable holiday cheer.

Damn, I love Christmas, Alexis thinks.

COMBATSYS: Alexis takes no action.

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Alexis           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Alexis has ended the fight here.


Reclining on her pink leather La-Z-Girl chair, Lucky Chloe lets out a satisfied sigh as she takes a sip from her luxury hot chocolate topped with squirty cream, marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles.

"Turn up the volume, Akina!" she yells at the member of her entourage closest to her.

The whole Chloe crew are gathered to await the countdown of the Christmas charts, feeling confident that the teen is about to hit the top spot with 'Merry Kittymas.'

As Sana Sakai recaps the mostly pop tunes that have played so far, he pauses dramatically before announcing the number two slot, teasing his loyal listeners with who will achieve the most prized position of the year.

Eventually, after what seems to Chloe like an eternity, he announces with gusto and perhaps a hint of glee "Just being pipped at the post this year is our very own pussycat, Lucky Chloe with her self penned festive offering of 'Merry Kittymas.' It seems like she couldn't get her paws on top place this time. Stay tuned to see who will claim the Christmas countdown crown!"

Almost choking on her sickly sweet drink, the blonde girl leaps up from her seat, forgetting that she's still carrying some of the injuries from her Saturday night smackdown. Falling to her knees, she perches petulantly on the ground and sends angry glares at the stereo from which the Southtown radio station streams.

Who could have beaten her? Was it that new boy band, Jimmy's East? Surely they hadn't built up enough of a following so far. Although there was that photo shoot they did in the magazine. Perhaps Rin? She's had a Christmas number one before, but not for a few years. She's never been quite as popular since that incident with the macaque.

As she continues to muse over which of her rivals has been lucky enough to beat her, she's interrupted by the sound of the DJ's voice.

"So I bet you're all wondering who will have won the race for the number one song? Well I think it's fair to say that even the artists themselves will be surprised by this one. After this last weeks internet campaign started by punk fan, Jou Moto, it's Canadian rocker Alexis Lovell and her band Killasaurus Orphanage who claim the prize! That's twice in two weeks that Lucky Chloe has taken a beating from her!"

As the distorted and driving beat pours out of the speakers, the furious feline lets out a wail of despair. Ambling over towards the messenger of her pain she tips the remains of her drink over the sound system, resulting in a hissing sound. Not satisfied with this, she starts to smack the empty cat shaped mug into it, sending pink ceramic splinters into the air and causing her terrified team of workers to duck. Echoing her rival's seasonal sentiment, she lets out an unbridled cry of "Fuck Christmas!"

Log created on 12:18:17 12/06/2021 by Alexis, and last modified on 19:20:05 12/18/2021.