NFG Season One - Metro City R2 - Djamila vs Genie

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Description: Genie vs Djamila. The two of them come in on their own feet. But only one leaves as such. Disclaimer:Inmates may or not may not been hurt in the making of this fight.

When Genie got her card for the next match, the color immediately ddisappeared from her face. She paused for a long moment, staring at it, then looking away, then reading it again. The color did not immediately come back.

Now Genie is here, with her brightly colored pink-purple hair tied up in a high ponytail, he dobok (with matching trim), and a look of COMPLETE nervousness. Imprisoned Mad Gear and other troublemakers hoop and holler as Genie makes her way to not the yard, but an internal stage set up by the prison. Perhaps the hope is it'll keep the inmates watching the fight and out of trouble for a bit. One of them whistles, prompting Genie to stop mid-stretch, stand up straight, and tug her shirt down lower in the back.

But then she takes several deep breaths and closes her eyes. She inhales. She exhales. She seems to thinking deeply about something as she waits for Djamila.

A crash echoes through the block as a prisoner is violently thrown against the bars of his cell by his roommate. Punching follows, then a whistle as a guard runs down the hall and violently boots the cell door.

Djamila has been excited about this. She prepared herself for this match, but who the hell makes a match inside a jail cell? NFG officials are getting weirder.

She makes her way there, however. She might not like that place the most, but nothing will stop her from having her match.

She makes her way in. She has her black hair, her black blindfold and her black boots. The rest of her clothes are orange. A sports bra, and short shorts. She will be damned if anyone makes her change. She wears what she wants. She does get whistled at as well. She doesn't say anything, but she doesn't encourage it either.

She hears the boots of the guard in the cell. "Well, at least there are guards to watch too." Maybe their security matters, after all.

Then she speaks louder. "Good luck. We don't know one another well besides the rumble, but may the best woman win."

She settles herself against her staff, and waits for the signal they can start.

Genie opens one eye when the latest ruckus happens, but as she does, she also spots Djamila.

"Oh. Of course!" Genie straights her uniform slightly before assuming a fighting stance. She lifts one leg up slightly, like a taekwon, but she doesn't move immediately. "I want to see your best! I will give it my all, too!"

"And take it all off!" One particuarly crass inmate calls. The nearest guard raps his knuckles with a tonfa, and the proceeding howl says more than words would.

COMBATSYS: Djamila has started a fight here.

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Djamila          0/-------/-------|

"I would never do anything else and want anything less from you. To our best!" Djamila says and then smiles. One inmate says something, which Djamila would have answered, but she's well aware the guard took care of it. Why add to it?

The signal is given, and Djamila immediately slams her staff to the ground. Chi keeps it upright, and she climbs it. She then extends her legs and spins herself down in some helicopter kicks. She hopes she hits Genie but not anything else. The space is more restricted here. If all goes well, she spins until she hits the floor into a split and stands back up, holding onto her staff. One of the cellmates. "You can put those legs around me anytime, baby." The guard has to hit a cell again. This is going to be that kind of fight.

COMBATSYS: Genie has joined the fight here.

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Genie            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Djamila

COMBATSYS: Djamila successfully hits Genie with Chopper Spin.
- Power hit! -

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Genie            0/-------/--=====|>------\-------\0          Djamila

Genie thinks she is ready. She is certain she is prepared to guard with her leg, to defend against the incoming strike with a quick kick and parry. Just like she was taught. Just like her teacher does--

Another catcall grabs her attention, and Genie looks away at the most inopportune moment. Djamila's boot impacts her chin, then a flurry of spinning kicks follow, battering Genie before launching her against the edge of the tightly-packed ring. Someone in a cell boos, and Genie gives them a dirty look--ever so briefly.

"That was," Genie wheezes, "That was really good!" Her hand traces her ribs where a particularly nasty kick found purchase. "I will not give up yet, though!"

Genie takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. How did that go? Well, it worked for Coco, yes? Maybe she could...Yes, yes, that will do.

Suddenly her hand shoots out, fingers curled like she's gripping an invisible ball. Genie aims to assert her will on reality, psychic forces threatening to grab Djamila, squeeze, and hold her in place. If she succeeds, Genie then proceeds to sweep her hand toward her and psychically pull Djamila throw the air. As opposed to her earlier flailings, however, Genie is prepared, this time.

If Djamila comes flying, the Swiss miss plants her feet, turns, and aims to swing her hips and apply a sharp, sudden brake to Djamila's flight--by introducing her suddenly to the heiress's keister.

Coco will probably claim theft.

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Genie's Siege Perilleux.

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Genie            0/-------/---====|>------\-------\0          Djamila

I hope you don't give up yet. I am sure you have a lot more in your tank. Djamila smiles.

Djamila is right. Genie has a lot more in her tank. She can feel the pull. This is interesting. No one has done such a trick on her before. It surprises her, but she wraps herself around her staff. She's unsure if her staff hold to the ground will beat Genie's pull, but she has to believe in herself.

Thankfully for her, her staff, does hold on, which means Djamila can too. "Oof. That was unexpected. You almost got me there. That's impressive." She means that.

Only when she feels the pull letting go, she gets back to the floor. She unlocks her staff from the ground and moves closer to aim a light frontal booted kick toward Genie's stomach if she can, her staff held in her hands for now.

COMBATSYS: Djamila successfully hits Genie with Light Kick.
* Attack Of Opportunity! *

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Genie            0/-------/=======|>>-----\-------\0          Djamila

Genie frowns as her TK pull does not find purchase. An inmate calls from out of sight:

"Hey, stop standing there and punch her or something!"

"Yeah!" calls another, "Put up a fight little miss!"

Genie frowns. She starts to say something, but Djamila is bearing down on her again. The boot slips right past Genie's guard, clocks her in the stomach, and knocks her into the edge of the ring with a rattle and clink of metal.

The crowd starts booing.

"We wanted a fight!"

"If I wanted to see someone just get their butt kicked, I'd have found Micky at mess!"

"Hey! That was one time!"

Genie holds her stomach and struggles to get a breather. Sweat builds on her brow. She closes her eyes again, trying to regain her focus, trying to get her mind right. She runs her fingers through the links for stability.

"You hit very hard," she says, in between deep breaths.

COMBATSYS: Genie focuses on her next action.

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Genie            0/-------/=======|>>-----\-------\0          Djamila

One inmate tells her. "You can wrap yourself around me anytime." At that, if she could roll her eyes, she would. But that's not something she can do. She bites her lips to not say anything.

After the kick, she tells Genie. "Need a strong body to do what I do." In this case, she means working the pole. "I am sorry they are nasty with you. You don't deserve that.

As Genie doesn't attack however, Djamila ponders her options quickly. From the matches she listened to. She decides to set her staff down, locking it there with Chi again and then takes a deep breath, getting more aware of things for a moment.

Another innate says. "Now the blind bitch is doing nothing too." Another. "The hell is this Fight." The inmates starts, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" The guard has to hit some bars with his tonga and tell them to shut up, to calm themselves down, at least for now.

COMBATSYS: Djamila stops moving and focuses herself.

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Genie            0/-------/=======|>>-----\-------\0          Djamila

There is something of an audience here: *true* fighting fans won't be deterred by convicts rattling the cages, after all. And it's probably safe to say that Minal Panesh, marquee sponsor of NFG's Team Metal, is a true fighting fan.

Unsurprisingly, the Marine wasn't allowed to bring her reinforced metal hands into the prison area; charcoal-tinted plastic hands are her prosthetics of choice for the day. Khaki slacks, black boots, and a black polo shirt are about as low-key and professional as she's going to get here. And as someone with a considerable height disadvantage, she'd surely be lost in the crowd if she weren't also a pro boxer who was good at weaving. Suffice to say, the pint-sized pugilist is out in front of the crowd and no one behind her had any complaints about that.

She is... mostly just rolling her eyes at the cantankerous convicts. She -could- holler at them to knock it off, but that trick rarely works. She just cups her hands over her mouth for the amplification.

"You're doin' -great-, ladies! Keep it up!"

Some wiseacre in a cell close to Mint barks out, "Oh, they've -been- keeping it up!"

"Yeah, they're doin' a lot better than that pipsqueak!" calls out a convict from across the passageway.

Completely unfazed, Mint just shares a sunny smile as she watches. She's got a stockpile of weapons-grade napalm burns for the cellblock's chuckleheads -- but maybe later. Right now, she's just here to provide moral support for the fighters!

"Right," Genie answers, "a strong body." Her eyes remain closed, her focus on something internal. Some sight unseen. "Thank you. I think I can ign--

"You gonna just sit there, little missus?" Another voice calls out, and Genie furrows her brow.

In her mind, Genie tries to visualize her Individuation, like she did at the club. She tries to put herself in that fortress again. Those without psychic attunement may not be able to see it, but she starts to wall herself up. To project that figment of her consciousness, while on the outside she just looks deep in concentration. It is formed slowly and--

"Swiss miss SUCKS!" calls another, almost as if to respond to Mint's words of encouragement. The walls falter.

Something changes.

For an instant, there's a surge of psychic might: a feeling of dread, an awful presence asserting itself upon the cellblock around Genie. In the castle in her mind, that Individuation, something stirs with leathery wings even as, in reality, Genie's eyes open with a strong glow of pink and her hair stands on end.

"SHUT UP!" She calls to cellblock, and with such force that, for a moment, they seem to listen, as if compelled.

I can do this," Genie says with more confidence. "I can do this!" she adds with greater determination.

Genie kicks off the wall and into a spinning overhead kick. Pink energy swirls around her like a tornado, and as she kicks downward it explodes into a flare of psionic might!

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Genie's Coup Douloureux.

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Genie            0/-------/=======|>>-----\-------\0          Djamila

She's able to ignore most comments. Except Mint. She's happy she is around. It's nice to have support and hear from her.

Djamila is still focusing, listening until Genie says rather loudly to shut up. "You can do whatever you want to do Genie, " Djamila adds. She knew it would be serious now.

Then there is that sound against the wall. With the help of her staff, Djamila slides under the attack, and as she slides, her staff can be seen falling toward her hand. She catches it in her hand, and as Genie lands, she swings the staff toward her legs. If she has her way, she pushes herself quickly up after that, keeping her staff in her hands.

"Oof! That felt scary. I didn't want to be there. You're powerful.

Some inmate. "Actions again, they are going at it!" Another, "Nobody likes a woman just laying there!"

COMBATSYS: Djamila successfully hits Genie with Evasive Strike.

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Genie            1/----===/=======|>>>>---\-------\0          Djamila

Serious or not, Genie is still struggling to overcome Djamila's agility and skill with the staff. Genie is still looking for Djamila when the landing happens and suddenly she's pivoting for a sweep. The edge of the bo catches her against the calf, taking Genie's feet out from under her and sending her unceremoniously to the ground. The Swiss heiress lands on at least some padding by falling on her seat, but the rattle of the cage makes it clear that it by now means comfortable even then.

"Ow..." Genie pushes herself up, raising a hand. Power surges, then twists, shaping itself into a spear-like collection of psychic power.

"I do not FEEL like it," Genie says, still surging with psychic power. "I feel like I cannot even keep up!"

She tosses the spear like a javelin, pink power crackling along it.

COMBATSYS: Djamila dodges Genie's Lance Du Lac EX.

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Genie            1/---====/=======|>>>>---\-------\0          Djamila

Djamila does feel the staff hitting. "I hope you're ok though. That felt rough." Djamila says, the 'ow' didn't help anything.

But then she feels something, and it doesn't feel too good. "I can feel something from you. It's something. "

When Genie throws her spear, she spins out of the way. It may or may not bounce in inmate cells as it hits the wall. "Hey careful. I am not part of this!" If it does go in the cell.

"I guess I am in the zone." Or she has gotten better in round 2. After saying her words, she grabs the base of her staff firmly and jumps in the air, trying to slam it down on her head. If she succeeds, she jumps again to slam it down once more.

After that, she keeps her staff in her hands but on a bigger surface of her staff.

COMBATSYS: Genie fails to deflect Superman from Djamila with Joyeuse Garde EX.

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COMBATSYS: Genie can no longer fight.

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An inmmate yelps as he gets hit with a psychic spear. "Oh gawd, they stabbed him! Guard! Guard! Hey wait. There ain't a hole?"

Genie doesn't even notice as the misfire floors a bystander--she's too in the zone. Her hair continues to blow when there is no wind, her eyes glowing more faintly with supernatural power. She steels herself, trying to read Djamila's moves. Genie bites her lip, steadies herself, and prepares defend.

Her psychic shield flares to life, taking the scutum shape -- as the staff extends over it and clocks her over the head. Disoriented, Genie's shield drops and there is not protection from the follow up hit. The Swiss sways on her feet, but does not immediately fall down. Her knees wobble, but they don't buckle.

Then, with a spark and a pop, Genie's excessive power fades. A trail of red comes from her nostril.

And then Genie collapses onto the floor of the ring. She does not get back up.

She would laugh if she wasn't in a match. But because she is, she doesn't. She's concentrating on her opponent.

She does her move, and as expected Genie reacts to it. But despite that, she hits. She's able to do it another time.

She frowns when she hears Genie collapse on the floor. She raises her left arm in the air as she realizes she has won. Then she comes closer to Genie. "Are you alright? Do you need help?" She gets down on her knee.

One of the inmates. "What? Is it over already? Boo!" Djamila. "Oh,shut up!" Then, she keeps close to Genie. At least until someone else comes to check on her if she needs help.

One of the standby personnel is in the ring shortly after Djamila is declared the victor. It takes them just a minute to get her up and start treating her, but due to the nature of the ... venue, they swiftly are wanting to move her out of the stage. Genie manages to get her composure before they do, however. She is presently trying to balance dabbing her eyes with a cloth and wiping the blood from her nose.

"I am ... fine," Genie takes a moment to get her words together. "I will do better next time." Genie takes a deep breath. She seems to be struggling a bit to get her words together. "You did very well. I could not keep up."

The medics seem ready to rush Genie out, looking to Djamila before they do.

Never give up. You have something amazing going on Genie. Today might be hard, but another day in the future will be great.

She takes a pause. "I was in the groove today, and it never left me. " She smiles softly and squeezes her hand if allowed, before she stands and steps away. "They will patch you up, and you will be ready for the third fight in no time." She waves. "Hang in there."

She then raises her arm again before she moves to get out of there, too.

As soon as it's viable, Mint will be making her way through the crowd to the two fighters. She's wanting to help out as much as she can -- though, oddly, aside from resting her plastic hand on Djamila's shoulder for a moment, it seems that she's more concerned about Genie. Mostly because she knows how hard Djamila can hit.

"Hey. Sometimes you take a few bumps. I'm sorry to phrase it this way -- but it gets better. Honest."

She snaps a quick salute. And helps walk with Djamila on her way out.

COMBATSYS: Djamila has ended the fight here.

Log created on 09:04:52 09/22/2023 by Djamila, and last modified on 12:48:51 09/23/2023.