Selene’s Impromptu Spar Sesh
Date: 2026-05-21 11:03
(Selene’s Impromptu Spar Sesh)
[Thu May 21 2026]
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A regulation boxing ring sits centered on a matte black platform, its ropes wrapped in navy blue leather, the 01color a cool tonal match to the walls, with brass fastenings at each post. The ring’s canvas is a clean slate-gray.
Around the perimeter, sparring mats in a charcoal rubberized finish provide buffer zones for footwork and drills. Weighted 01bags, freestanding and suspended, anchor one side of the room, each framed by a raw steel rack with functional spacing.
To one side, a seating area is integrated along a low riser: three rows of bench-style seats upholstered in warm charcoal-toned leather with 01slim brass armature. The design is clean and unobtrusive, offering patrons a direct view of the ring while keeping the spatial composition intact.
It is about 60/spanF(15C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Birch and Blackstone/span
Sebastian asks Shiloh. “What happened to her, anyway? I don’t think I ever had the fortune of meeting her.”
Shiloh lifts his shoulder into an easy shrug, “Not sure. I left when she was still around. I’m sure most people I knew back then aren’t around anymore, unfortunately.”
“.. I should’ve checked if I could fish up Bruce Buffer’s number from somewhere.” randomly comes from Selene, just as she was about to claim a spot on one of the seats available ring-side. Which has her now seemingly decide *not* to sit down. Lips purse, thoughts visibly worked on, as she ticks her gaze off the ring now, and shifts over someone and Sebastian.
“You two going in first, no? I guess I could try and do some ring-side announcing, but let’s wait until more folk trickle in.. like.. ten or so minutes..” That’s also right around the time the MyHaven app bleeps, alerting the populace of this sleepy coastal town to swing by. That’s sure to bring in some visitors, some of those random faces one finds around the diners, bars, cafes, and stores in town.
“.. I should’ve checked if I could fish up Bruce Buffer’s number from somewhere.” randomly comes from Selene, just as she was about to claim a spot on one of the seats available ring-side. Which has her now seemingly decide *not* to sit down. Lips purse, thoughts visibly worked on, as she ticks her gaze off the ring now, and shifts over Shiloh and Sebastian.
someone “You two going in first, no? I guess I could try and do some ring-side announcing, but let’s wait until more folk trickle in.. like.. ten or so minutes..” That’s also right around the time the MyHaven app bleeps, alerting the populace of this sleepy coastal town to swing by. That’s sure to bring in some visitors, some of those random faces one finds around the diners, bars, cafes, and stores in town.
“.. I should’ve checked if I could fish up Bruce Buffer’s number from somewhere.” randomly comes from Selene, just as she was about to claim a spot on one of the seats available ring-side. Which has her now seemingly decide *not* to sit down. Lips purse, thoughts visibly worked on, as she ticks her gaze off the ring now, and shifts over Shiloh and Sebastian.
“You two going in first, no? I guess I could try and do some ring-side announcing, but let’s wait until more folk trickle in.. like.. ten or so minutes..” That’s also right around the time the MyHaven app bleeps, alerting the populace of this sleepy coastal town to swing by. That’s sure to bring in some visitors, some of those random faces one finds around the diners, bars, cafes, and stores in town.
Sebastian deftly rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, rolling his shoulders. “I’m ready.”
Shiloh glances aside at Selene, lifting an eyebrow before nodding as he looks to Sebastian, “Yeah, I’m ready whenever. Haven’t fought in a while so forgive me if I catch too many punches with my face.”
A few slow nods is offered, next. “And if they are still around, chances are they’ll still be using the December Hunt as an excuse not to head back out there.. sadly..” Selene remarks to Shiloh, a hint of sympathy and apology on her expressions. A little sigh escapes, her shoulder shrugging off the topic, and after heading to the table to pick herself up a cold drink, the first duo of fighters earn an affirmative nod. “Perfect.. Feel free to pick a corner, do your stretches, your wrist-rolls, whatever have you..” Looking over her shoulder, to Maricela the little thing then asks, “.. you wanted a round with either Seb or Shiloh too, no?”
Sebastian begins to roll his shoulders more, warming them up, doing some prisoner squats, bouncing on his toes. He’s not the most athletic, but he’s not slouch, either.
Popping up just long enough to snatch a slurpee, Maricela plops back down, making herself comfortable. “No booboos, boys, I ain’t wanna have to slap on bandaids and kiss ’em better or shit.” She’s joking. Surely.
Her gaze drifts to Selene and she says, “Shiloh, prolly, he ain’t care if I go at him with a sword, Seb does.”
Shiloh looks down at his turtleneck before rolling his sleeves up, clearing his throat as he makes his way into the ring, hopping from one foot to the other.
Catcalling, Maricela suggests, “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ topless neither,” before a suck of her straw.
Shiloh lifts a brow at Maricela, “If no one has an issue with it, it would certainly be easier for me.” He says with a chuckle, pinching the fabric of his top.
“.. I’m fine with weapons being used. Long as, yeah.. Make doubly-sure not to aim for vitals.. You didn’t happen to bring a practice sword, no – or something dull?” provides Selene, clearly not giving too many shits about the actual use of weapons despite voicing those questions that might suggest there is caution. A smile, a wink, and then she turns to the ring. Moving up, a last look at the armed escorts shadowing her and a gesture of a hand dismisses her bodyguards, lets them play spectators amongst the other citizens trickling into the gym. Then, into the ring climbs the woman, slipping through the ropes just gracefully enough no curve or fabric gets caught on it.
“.. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand now!” begins Selene, claiming center of the ring without a mic to be the best Bruce Buffer she can – “… the momeeeeeent you’ve all been waiting foooooor! The man who fought Incubi and lost his heart to them, Sebastiiaaaan Fairchild.. faces off..” A pause, a sweeping gesture of an arm, introducing both fighters turn by turn, “.. the terror of the Modern HEMA swordsman, the Chakram of the East.. We have.. Shiiiilooooooooooh..”
Round of applause, people. “.. who, as we are told.. will be fighting SHIRTLESS!!”
That, actually, gets the applause and hooting going.
Shiloh glances around for any disapproving looks before shrugging with a chuckle as he moves to shrug out of his top.
Sebastian narrows his eyes. “Woah. What did you say about Incubi?”
Yukino steps into the sparring area in slow steps and dressed more simply. The sheathed blade attached to the back of her lower back.
Maricela gives an upnod and a grin to Yukino, definitely still just watching Shiloh when she settles her gaze back on the ring.
Shiloh snorts softly at Selene’s announcement, before settling his gaze on Sebastian, “So. Suppose we should get started then?”
“Fighters… Gather up..!” little Bruce Buffer Selene continues, once the applause and whistling calmed down some. She claims the actual center of the stage now, looking left, looking right, until both fighters have joined her. “I want a clean fight. No eye-gouging. No groin-kicks. No your-mom jokes unless they’re absolutely grand!” While she’s all game mode, the remark of Sebastian cracks the faintest of grins across her lips. “.. We don’t pin here. We don’t do baby shit like rope breaks.. You fight until the other drops or calls it.. Are we clear?”
Shiloh blinks before stepping forward, nodding to Selene, moving for the center
Sebastian steps back. “She said she was going to fight Shiloh with her sword.”
A nod to Shiloh. A nod to Sebastian. “Then..” Selene goes, and you might just know what’s coming, “Leeeetttssss.. geeeeet readyyyyyy….”
“TOOOOO RUUUUUMMMMBBLLLLEEEEEEE!!” A quick look aside, a signal for one of her Sons to ring the bell, and the lass backs off to clear the ring for the fighters.
“You boys spar first, I ain’t wanna tire him out while you two can throw punches. I’m here for the view, mostly,” Maricela answers Sebastian, lifting her voice some. It’s unclear if she means herself, or the view of watching them.
Sebastian says “I see…“
Shiloh lets out a small laugh at Selene before grinning over to Sebastian, “Yeah, seems like we’re going first. You ready?”
Sebastian begins to unbutton his dress shirt, placing it aside after folding it with perfect precision. It takes a long time.
Yukino smiles, apologetically and says “Good luck. One might find herself staying over here, perhaps.”
Sebastian says “Alright. “
Sebastian squares up to Shiloh, taking a quick step in with a traditional, orthodox boxing stance, throwing a quick, left-handed jab.
*DING* 30*DING* 29*DING* the bells go, announcing to all that the fight has officially started. Normally, that also means the round’s timer has begun counting down, but we’re in New Haven – Countdowns like those are for babies, or the UFC. Here, today at least, we fight by Pride rules, and that means 30 minute rounds, no weight classes, and no mercy.
While the fighters square up, Selene/span/i tucks herself into one of the corners. Not to mount the turnbuckle and turn this into a WWE event (yet), but to have a safe corner for her to just observe the exchange of blows, kicks, and whatnot else may come.
As the fists start swinging, it won’t take long for her to pick up the metaphorical mic, throwing her voice over the noise of the crowd to announce, “… I say we put down a wager, folks! Who will draw blood first! Will it be Seb ‘the Fair’ Fairchild, or the ‘THE CHAKRAAAAAAM’!”
Selene probably said ‘the’ once, there in the end.
Yukino wraps her arms across her sternum and moves to settle in besides Maricela. “One finds herself tempted to be a little encouraging, perhaps.”
Shiloh blinks at the bell before setting his attention on Sebastian, squaring his shoulders and assuming a basic fighting stance as he tries to duck the incoming punch, eyes widening a bit as the adrenaline starts to kick in.
Maricela gives a lazy grin to Yukino as she settles in on the bench, elbow on the knee closer to the woman sat beside her, and she says, “Lowkey, nothing personal to new guy, but I kinda wanna see Seb get a W, just once, in a fight. It’d be mad funny.”
Shiloh steps closer, into Sebastian’s personal space, arms shifting to throw a punch toward his ribs before his attention turns to something outside the ring, blinking as he hesitates for a split second before following through.
Sebastian tries to drop his elbow to his ribs to block Shiloh’s punch at his ribs, while throwing a counter right cross straight at his face.
Body shots land, jabs whiff, and the crowd goes absolutely above-mild. Maybe some of them weren’t feeling it quite yet, but the more actual fists are thrown, and the more the punches start landing, the more they actually start to spur the fight on. There’s insults, cheap jokes, low jabs, and all manner of other commentary thrown at those in the ring, and Selene looks to be enjoying the up-close view she’s found. Heck, with the fighters continuing to maneuver around the center of the ring, she might as well make herself a bit comfortable. Time to climb up that turnbuckle, use it as a makeshift stool.
“We need some cheering, people! Remember: Seb loses this round, he’s gotta fetch those booty shorts! Do you all wanna see that?”
Shiloh seems to be getting a bit more confident as the fight drags on, maintaining head movement as she shrugs to the side, to avoid the counter. His arms move into action, planting a hand on Sebastian’s chest in an attempt to shove him back before delivering a cross of his own.
Yukino smiles a little sweet at Maricela “One might not be sure… about who is winning. One finds herself not very perceptive, it seems…” She pauses, tilts her head slightly to Maricela. “Might it be alright to ask, for miss Mari to tell this humble one about who she thinks may be ahead?”
Taking the hits, Sebastian fighting style is strictly regimented, looking more like hitting a heavy bag or practice mats than adjusting to an actual person, throwing in sequence. Trying to duck under the punch after being pushed, he throws a hook at Shiloh’s ribs.
Sebastian continues his assault on Shiloh, following up with a picture-perfect, and predictable, uppercut aimed for his jaw.
Shiloh starts to grin as he gains confidence in the fight before blinking in surprise as he’s sent stumbling back, reeling from the hook that lands against his ribs. His eyes widen as his arms move to attempt to intercept the incoming uppercut, having been pushed to solely defense.
That impressive shove-into-spear combo of Shiloh gets people oof’ing and woo’ing, but not to dishearten Sebastian so too do they rally back up when he replies with an uppercut of his own. Predictable, perhaps, but those are the kinds of moves that make for highlight reels, and are surely going to help get people inching to the edge of their seats more. The crowd’s getting divided, much like Yukino and Maricela uncertain of who will win or who they want to win now.
“.. That’s just spit, people! No blood just yet!” announces Selene, still posted on that turnbuckle like a perched bird, enthusiasm dancing in the baby-blues that flit between fighters and ring-side faces. She does find one familiar face in there, one of her escorts, to make a grabby hand at. It’s an order quickly understood. Give the girl her drink.
Maricela tips her head closer to Yukino’s as they chat, though her eyes stay on the men boxing. “I think… Seb looks more aggressive, but Shiloh looks comfortable, like he been trained and he ain’t need to be all showy ’bout it, namean?” She lets a few more punches be thrown, before she says, “I ain’t think Sebby gon win, though, hot guy with the cool eyes got that understated ‘don’t fuck with me’ shit goin’ on, and the lean ones on the street be the ones who clean up in a brawl. They crazy, usually, though.”
Stepping into the room, Axle glances around, before heading for the seating, taking one at the bottom to observe.
Shiloh stumbles a bit as he narrowly avoids the incoming uppercut, shifting forward to send a quick jab back at Sebastian in an attempt to slow his assault to regain his footing.
YukinoMaricela’s mention makes her look up and consider Shiloh more for a first time. He does look quite attractive, leading to make her eyes linger on his arms and then look over his face, particularly tthe eyes. “Miss Mari might be quite right it seems… The sir Chakram has interesting eyes, perhaps.” She lets the words settle, not noticing Axle step into the room. “One might wonder… if sir Fairchild… might merely be…” She considers. “…too experienced against the inexperience of someone younger, if that makes sense.”
Sebastian tries to use head movement to avoid Shiloh’s jab, while staying in range to counter. Attempting a difficult overhand counter to his sparring partner’s jab, Sebastian tries to simultaneously duck under the punch while throwing his right hand over the top, a blow which may strike Shiloh square in the jaw.
There’s always that one person in the crowd who has to go louder than everyone else, and they’re throwing ideas out there today in the form of ‘KICK IM IN THE DANG NUTS ALREADY!‘. Whichever fighter that might be. Others, though, start chanting their current fave, with ‘Chakram’ and ‘Fairchild’ the names being echoed from here and there. Fingers are put to the lips to produce shrill wolf-whistles, while the ‘ooof’s and ‘wooooo’s grow louder by the minute. “We want blood, don’t we, people!” the little Brucette Buffer, still sat there on the ring post, hollers at the crowds. And their answer is almost uniform.
“WE WANT BLOOOOD!” Much to Selene’s/span approval, it seems.
Dark eyes flick over to Axle, a tip up of her chin in greeting, but there are shirtless men throwing punches at each other, and a conversation at hand, grettings aren’t high on Maricela’s list of priorities, understandably. She takes a moment to process Yukino’s words, as she has to translate them from formal, to English, to whatever Spanglish her internal thoughts work in, but then there’s a nod as her glance skims, appreciatively, over Shiloh again. “He fine as fuk, and I bet he could, if he went mean mean, lay Seb out, but I ain’t think he live like that. He a little timid. He needa just clock Seb once, good, break that confidence.”
Shiloh ducks the incoming blow, moving with surprising speed as his pupils dilate slightly, lining up a spinning elbow toward Sebastian’s skull.
The heavy *CRACK* of an elbow to the skull sends Sebastian reeling back and straight into his ass. He raises up a hand, open palm. “Alright… you got me…”
*DING-DING* 30*D-D-DING-DING*
“Aaaaaaand we haaaaaaaave…” comes from Selene/span/i now, who suddenly rises up from that ring corner, standing on it with the balance and grace of a cat. “.. a WIIIIIINNNEEEEEEEERRRR!!” Applause becomes thunderous for a moment, though there are those in the crowd who curse and hiss, whose money was on Sebastian. That last blow was an impressive one, with a few of the members of audience capturing it with their phone’s cameras in time, and who knows if they’ll make it to the local Courier for a feature article. One thing is for sure, and that is that that proclaimed ‘Terror of the Modern HEMA man’, ‘the Chakram of the East’, and ‘the Lean, Mean, Killing-Machine’ — Shiloh — has come out the victor.
Brucette Buffer continues, hyping up the crowd, “Give it up foooooor… Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilooooooh!”
looks back at the fight while Maricela notices Axle and takes the brief moment to cycle the words around. “Miss Mari is very perceptive, it seems…” Yukino mentions, focusing on Shiloh and Sebastian. “One…” She starts to say, seeing Shiloh lining up the spinning elbow towards Sebastian’s skull. “…observes inexperience seems to defeat… experience…”
And there Sebastian lands on his behind, and she thoughtfully claps her hands together in front of herself, her gaze tilted slightly up to the ring.
Shiloh chuckles softly at Selene announces the winner, extending a hand out to Sebastian, “Good fight man. You clocked me with some clean ones.”
Maricela shoves two fingers in her blue-tinted mouth, whistling, loudly. Probably, it’s not the kindest thing to do in an enclosed space, but she isn’t thinking about that. “Ayy, there we GO,” she says, accepting a few dollars from someone in the crowd and tucking it into her bra.
Axle lifts a hand to his ear nearest Maricela, uttering a curse. “That’s something…” Then, raising his voice. “Good fight! We getting another out of you champ?”
Shiloh turns his head to Axle before nodding as he looks to Maricela, “Think I’m set to fight her next. If she’s still down.”
Sebastian takes Shiloh’s hand, using it to pull himself up, wiping his mouth and tenderly touching his head. “I’m not much of a fighter, but… this makes me want to be.”
Yukino winces when she suddenly hears whistling at one ear, placing a hand over it for hearing protection at first and lowering her hand into her lap once it appears safe to. “Miss Mari is very excited about the sightly sir winning, it seems.”
Shiloh grins wide at Sebastian, “We should hunt together sometime. It’ll be fun.”
“You got weapons on you, or we scrappin’?” Maricela asks as she stands up, zipping a jacket that is far too heavy for how light it looks. She does not, however, offer apologies, saying, “Ay, was a good fight, I ain’t known for bein’ quiet.”
Giving the crowd a while to let off some steam, pent-up anticipation, frustration, and excitement, Selene eventually hops off the ring post, and makes her way over to Shiloh. “Well done, you two… Now, post-fight interviews will have to wait.. because we’re indeed due a new round.” A dramatic pause follows, as the woman turns to the crowd, voice low. “.. Who.. wants.. to see.. A SWOOOOORD FIIIIGHT?!”
The people wanted blood already. The idea of seeing actual swords get used is quite thrilling. Scary, worrying, but also just straight up dope, straight gas, absolutely bussin, wild, and they’re here for it. Doesn’t help that people genuinely seem to get way amped up, as if by supernatural influence. “We want blood. We want blood!” the chants come again, and the applause returns when Maricela steps up to prepare for her time in the ring.
“This ought to be good then.” Axle grins, folding his hands in his lap. “Ought to be, least of it. Keep up the momentum champ!” Then, turning to Maricela, he adds, “And you kick his ass.” Then, he returns his attention to the ring.
Sebastian nods to Shiloh, turning around to see the crowd for the first time, noticing Axle and Yukino. He turns slightly red before steadying his face to calm and emotionless and taking a seat by himself.
Shiloh rolls his shoulders before pulling out a pair of chakram, nodding to Maricela, “I got them on me. You wanted a sword fight, right?”
Yukino notices Axle for a moment, and her lips turn into a little grin. “Sir Axle might have arrived just in time, might he be interested in educating the crowd about unsafe*coughs* -special use of weaponry, perhaps?”
Sebastian gingerly puts his dress shirt back on, grunting as he does so.
Leaving her bag by the bench, with little care for the actual rifle clanking around amidst her food, Maricela slips an old, if well-loved, sword free, tucking her drink down by ringside. “I ain’t shit with a sword, Axle, I ain’t gonna be made a bitch in a fight,” she answers, stepping up, and into the ring.
“Yukino, last time I tried teaching someone about unsafe weaponry use, I sent them to sleep.” Axle tells Yukino, a smirk spreading. “I’m only hoping I didn’t get here too late to get myself a round or so. It’d be a shame.”
“Now, in the red corner… The moment you were waiting for..” Selene continues, gesturing broadly at Shiloh, and just in time as they draw their exotic weapon. “It’s the Chakram of the East, the man who showed those boomerang-wielding kangaroos what’s up…. Give it up, again, for Shiiloooh!” Step, step, step, to get back to the centre, a next gesture follows, sweeping an arm to the other corner where someone prepares her arms. “.. and in the blue corner, back with a vengeance, the Babe with a Stare that cuts through Steel, we haaaave…”
One more dramatic pause, as the tension begins to build and people, after fetching a next round of refreshing drinks, get seated, with bets again being discussed about who will draw blood first. “… Mari ‘Marry, Fucks, Kills You’ … CELLAAAAAAAA!!”
And, by design, one of her goons makes sure to accompany this intro with that well-known jingle of John Cena.
Sebastian drinks pocket espresso.
“Now, in the red corner… The moment you were waiting for..” Selene continues, gesturing broadly at Shiloh, and just in time as they draw their exotic weapon. “It’s the Chakram of the East, the man who showed those boomerang-wielding kangaroos what’s up…. Give it up, again, for Shiiloooh!” Step, step, step, to get back to the centre, a next gesture follows, sweeping an arm to the other corner where Maricela prepares her arms. “.. and in the blue corner, back with a vengeance, the Babe with a Stare that cuts through Steel, we haaaave…”
One more dramatic pause, as the tension begins to build and people, after fetching a next round of refreshing drinks, get seated, with bets again being discussed about who will draw blood first. “… Mari ‘Marry, Fucks, Kills You’ … CELLAAAAAAAA!!”
And, by design, one of her goons makes sure to accompany this intro with that well-known jingle of John Cena.
Selene said Cela. One L. Humour her.
Shiloh blinks as the fight starts, wheeling around to throw one of his chakram toward Maricela.
The blade cuts across the lower part of Maricela’s leg, and that seems to just push her into action. Without thinking, she pushes off her back foot, swinging her sword, not to maim, but to, maybe, give a little scratch back. “I ain’t do love taps, sorry,” she warns, grin a little manic.
Yukino suggests “One might merely be present to observe the superior fighters.”(Encourage)
Yukino suggests “One wonders if miss Mari will beat the sightly man…”(Encourage)
Sebastian just sits and watches, silently, by himself.
Shiloh steps back as the sword swings, parrying the attack, though the blade does skid off his chakram and make a small cut against his forearm. He then steps in, swinging his chakram forward, “You sure I can’t convince you otherwise?” He asks Maricela with a soft chuckle.
There’s just the faintest warmth that rises on Maricela’s cheeks, probably from the fight, the exertion, after all, she’s fairly petite, wearing a weighted jacket, and swinging a two-handed sword, though, who knows, maybe it’s his words.
She steps back, rocking on her feet, before she flips the blade, the spine of it meeting his skin, instead of that razor edge.
It’s sword against chakras, a fight not usually seen or televised – but today is a day of exceptions. It also isn’t any day you get to walk into a gym and watch two people duke it out with actual bladed weaponry. Selene is all game for it, returning to her corner where she climbs on that ring post, ready to provide more ring-side commentary. But, truly, is she really needed for that when there’s an audience doing so. There’s a clear division in them, with about half of them rooting for the babe while the other half roots for the shirtless man.
Yukino suggests “One considers Mari to be the better fighter so far, perhaps.”(Encourage)
Shiloh winces as Maricela’s attack lands, feeling the weight carry with the blow as he’s pushed back a bit. He launches forward, returning the blow as his chakram move in a subdued dance, ensuring he doesn’t hit anything vital.
Each swing of her sword reveals a little more just how comfortable the baddie in the booty shorts is. Maricela isn’t shy about swinging with her whole, fairly insubstantial, weight, taking what blows hit her with a twitch of brows, a catch of breath, though the weaving of her protective jacket seems to be keeping her frail, Natural skin from splitting.
“Come on, Papi, I know you can do better than that,” she jeers, as she swings again, the flat of her blade catching a rib.
Whether either side is really gaining an advantage is hard to tell, with their blows starting to cease cutting air and actually land on their targets. Even Selene, probably closest to the fight of all, is on the fence. There’s a wince, there’s a noof, there’s a yikes even as those chakrams come dangerously close to breaking skin. But, no matter how close it seems to get until blood starts spraying and wounds are inflicted, the fight won’t get halted. We’re all here for some blood sports.
“Whose your money on, folks?” the woman does eventually throw out there, for some more crowd engagement. And, still, they’re pretty much split fifty-fifty.
Yukino considers “One bets miss Mari could beat Sir Axle, too.”(Encourage)
Shiloh bats aside the incoming attack with his chakram, still feeling the pain from her previous attack as he moves. “I did warn that I was rusty.” He responds as he spins, dropping low to slash at her armor with his chakram.
Maricela winces as the blow hits, the plates in her armor thudding, solidly, against her, but that doesn’t stop her, a pivot, coming at him from the side as her sword strikes out, quickly, more to put him on the back foot than anything. “There we go, put that fire in it,” she praises, slightly more sportsmanlike as he gets a solid hit in.
Yukino wonders “Miss Mari, one believes in the miss very much!”(Encourage)
Shiloh swings his arms forward to catch the incoming blade as he side steps and sends his arm forward like a striking cobra, striking out at Maricela’s armor with his chakram, chuckling softly at her comment, “I’ll refrain from any actual fire, though.”
“Ay, you can be hot, ain’t need real fire,” Maricela teases, a step back, then in, both hands properly holding her sword as she brings it up recklessly. When it connects, surely, held like this it’s more of a bludgeon, definitely going to leave a nasty bruise.
“That’s first blood to !!” the ring-post perched announcer hollers, much to the excitement of half the crowd – and much to the dismay of the other half. All that hooting and hollering continues, with applause picking back up while joined by the stomping of feet on the gym floors. The end draws nigh, and the crowd seems to know it. The fight can turn at any moment, and much like Selene, they’re all on the edge of the seat, waiting to see who’ll have to throw the metaphorical towel in first.
Yukino mentions “One thinks sir Axle should run a little bit more to be healthy…”(Encourage)
Shiloh clenches his jaw and grits his teeth as the attack comes in, baring the same weight it did earlier as the energy rocks through his body. He ducks his head and powers through the pain as he lashes out at Maricela with his chakram. “If this is what you do with the blunt part of your sword, remind me to never piss you off.”
Shiloh blinks.
Shiloh looks down at Maricela, seemingly surprised as he offers his hand, “You okay?”
“One finds herself a little surprised… one thought miss Mari was…” Yukino trails off, looking as she said, surprised.
Clapping his hands together with the rest of the crowd, Axle nods approvingly. “Good going champ!” He yells out to Shiloh.
Sebastian was watching the fight intently, very intently, concentrating. “I see…”
Shiloh jumps a bit as Axle yells out to him, spinning around to grin his way, “Honestly, I thought she had me there.” Before looking back to Maricela, “That was a good fight.”
Maricela coughs, a little wince as she shifts and admits, “…I ain’t unused to being knocked around in a fight, but damn, you really hit that same spot a few times.” She pulls the latch on her collar, unzipping the jacket to rub at a developing bruise, before she takes Shiloh’s hand to let him pull her upright. “…damn.”
30*Ding-Ding-DIIIIIING*
While Maricela drew the first blood, it is by surprise attack that Shiloh ends up striking home, sending the woman reeling to the ring’s surface. That has cups flying, people thrown off their seat and throwing fists and arms in the air in chanting. The Terror of the Modern HEMA Man has done it again, his name sure to rise on the league’s ranking and gambling charts. “WEEE HAAAAVE… A WIIIINNNEEEEEEER!” Selene/span goes, doing her part as she hops off the post again, to make for the toppled woman and make sure she’s actually alright. “.. Put your hands together for.. the one. THE ONLY. THE LEAN, MEAN, SHILO-MACHINE!!”
Shiloh moves to exit the ring, his eyes widening a bit as Selene announces him as the winner, “Right, thank you. That was fun.”
Holding up a hand, Axle asks Selene over the crowd “Got time enough for one more round? I’ll always take it if I can get it.”
Maricela murmurs, “That’s what she said,” as she wanders toward her bag, shoving her sword back in it.
“… Damn. Yeah, I think most of us thought you’d be taking a knee first..” comments Selene now, voice going quiet to chat up those still in the ring. “Impressive display, both of you. I’ll have to go prepare some trophies, ’cause that was banging..” A smile is flashed, to Maricela and Shiloh both, before she turns on her heels to face the crowd.
“Do we have some more volunteers?” the lass asks, with one man already taking up the offer. Axle earns a gesture, to stand up, to join her in the ring, as she continues, pacing along the turnbuckle slowly, methodically. “.. We have here the step-son of Andre the Giant. Big A is back, and his name is Axle… Not the Axe-Murderer, Silva, but an axe-wielding menace nevertheless!” She looks over those here, skimming over faces until she finds Sebastian. “.. What about our Fair Seb – He showed Shilo all corners of the ring, and all knuckles on his fist. What do we think, people.. Should he throw ’em up once more?”
“You both were fantastic.” Sebastian offers to Shiloh and Maricela.
Sebastian stands, a confident smirk coming across his face as he looks at the massive Axle. “I’ll go again.”
Sebastian removes his dress shirt once again, button by button, carefully. He may be a little older but he’s still in good shape.
Shiloh moves to collect his discarded turtleneck before smiling to Sebastian, “Hey, thanks man. Land some hits for me.” He says with a grin as he pulls on his top.
“I need people to start emptying their drinks, because we need cups to start flying once these two men go at it! And I say..” continues Selene, the mic-less Brucette Buffer continuing to address the crowd – “.. they do so shirtless! Shiloh set the example, and who is to argue against his record today, huh? So put your hands together, if you want some abs!”
Yes. She’s nicking that line from the D.K. Rap.
Rising from his seat, Axle steps into the ring, striding out to the middle before his hand reflexively reaches up for his axe. “Weapons, or no?” He asks, stopping the hand in its motion.
“Right.” Axle nods, first unslinging his axe, stepping to discard the weapon. Next the shotgun. Then off comes jacket, an armored vest, and finally, shirt, all to be carelessly piled to the side.
“Give it up for our fighters! We have ‘Prettily From Italy’..” Selene hypes on, sweeping an arm at where Sebastian enters the ring now. “… against ‘Big Rig’ Axle!” And here, Axle is introduced, a man whose size alone probably warranted no announcement was needed for people to notice him claiming real estate in the ring.
“.. and they’re going to brawl at it bare-knuckle style. You’ve seen him weave, you’ve seen him jab, you’ve seen his uppercuts… Does Big A have it in him to find his flow, to show the man his own Tyson-ite tendencies?!”
Shiloh leans back into his seat, planting his palms flat behind him for support as his attention moves to the ring.
Yukino mentions to Maricela when she is back nearby. “One finds… some pity in this, perhaps.”
Almost as an afterthought, Axle removes his gloves to go with the pile.
“Goddamn,” Maricela says, brows half way to her hairline, as she looks over Axle. “Homie looks like he fell into the woodchipper and survived.”
Sebastian says “Hold on…“
Sebastian says “I need booty shorts first.“
“The hell do you need those for?” Axle asks, clearly quite confused.
“I need a boombox. Stat. And I need Motorhead’s ‘The Game’ playing already..!” Selene goes, turning her attention away from the ring and at one of her escorts. She clearly can’t be leaving the ring now that today’s last fight is preparing, and she’s needed in the centre of the ring. “Gather up, men.. Touch gloves, and give me your best.. Again, no eye-gouging, no groin-kicks, no nipple-twisters or purple-nurples…”
Something, though, puts her speech on a halt. And cracks a grin right across those pretty lips, as Sebastian makes his own announcements. “YOU HEARD IT HERE! HE’S PUTTING THEM UP!”
“To distract you.” Sebastian cackles. He’s acting differently.
Axle is left standing in the ring, looking about as confused as someone can get.
Sebastian strides back in, wearing… booty shorts. “Alright, mother fucker.”
“One observes herself seeing that sir Fairchild has left, perhaps.” Yukino mentions looking to the entrance. Then he returns and she tilts her head. “And finds her observation to be wrong, it seems…”
Sebastian climbs up into the ring, looking absolutely ridiculous.
“He lost, so he needa be twinsies with me,” Maricela calls up to the ring, to explain for poor Axle. “I ain’t think he’ll rock ’em as good, though.” And, in that moment, Sebastian walks back in and she ducks her head, toward her own, and starts to laugh.
Staring at Sebastian for a long, long moment, Axle sighs. “This is going to be even more humiliating if I lose.” He decides.
“Whatever those Succubi did to him, the man’s turning a new leaf, isn’t that right!” Selene shouts, after a bit of quiet disclosure to Axle. And with Sebastian returning to the ring, now with a pair of the gym’s branded booty shorts on, the crowd goes absolutely bananas alright. Wolf whistles, hollering, and all kinds of saucy remarks, his commitment to the bit is earning him credits with today’s crowd.
“.. One last time, people.. Put down your bets now, and join me as we watch a last round of fisticuffs, a spectacle of David and Goliath, of booty shorts and ripped-up jeans.”
Sebastian punches his open palm, glaring up… up, and Axle. “That dome is mine.”
Shiloh lets out a soft, amused snicker as his eyes set on the ring.
Axle’s eyes keep going to those shorts, the exasperated confusion still evident.
“Touch gloves, and get going, oh merry men!” Selene goes, one last time, before she gives both men a quick nod of the head and returns to her own corner. This time, she doesn’t opt to perch on the ring post, and instead just leans into it like she’s seen many a boxer do during their breaks between rounds. There’s still a drink waiting for here there, one desperately needed to freshen up, but she’s looking ready to spectate away.
Stepping forward, Axle extends a hand to Sebastian. ‘touching gloves’ as it were bare knuckled.
Sebastian punches Axle fist. It doesn’t move. “Indeed.”
Shiloh calls out to Sebastian, “Loosen up! Show him what you showed me in the ring!”
Stepping in with an initial swing, Axle aims a blow for Sebastian’s temple. His fist moves with almost unnatural speed, and yet, Sebastian is able to spot the blow, deflecting it away to suffer less an impact than he might have otherwise. “Good.” Axle compliments, stepping back to ready his guard for a return swing. “Real good.”
Sebastian is paying intense attention, his teeth gritted as he focuses, clearly a quick study and learning from the last fight, limited only by his lack of real combat experience. Still, he is able to react and respond with textbook head-movement, attempting to counter Axle with a straight right.
Rather than try and avoid Sebastian’s next swing, Axle aims at Sebastian’s fist, knuckles slamming against Sebastian’s, stopping the blow in its tracks and pushing back, forcing Sebastian away a few steps before he turns aside, his other arm coming around to deliver a right hook that Sebastian is just able to turn aside, only receiving a glancing strike due to spotting it incoming.
The fact that first blow didn’t know the Fairchild’s head straight off the shoulders has people tensing, and cheering on Sebastian, who gets complimented not just by Axle for his defense, but by the audience for his ability to actually return a solid blow after blocking such a hit. It for sure had Selene draw in a breath, worries finding her for the first time today, but like many worries in life the path to get rid of them is found at the bottom of a cup. She finishes her drink, cup still held as a future projectile of sorts, while her eyes dart between the combatants.
“.. Don’t let his height dissuade you, Seb! Only means he’s got a bigger gut to sink your fist in!” the cheering continues.
Sebastian grits his teeth, growling. “Fuck you!” The man charges in with a frenzy, all pretense of composure cast aside as he powers through the pain as he winds up a giant, easily readable overhand strike and launches it at the giant man before him.
Shiloh lifts an eyebrow at Sebastian, seeming a bit surprised by his sudden ferocity. “Hey, don’t lose your head! Getting mad leaves openings!”
Sebastian charges forward into Axle, throwing a small barrage of exhausting punches at his ribs. “Ahhggr!”
Maricela is trying to have a quiet conversation, but the fight has her laughing, a very unladylike snort of amusement leading into quieter laughter.
“Damn it.” Axle grunts, stepping back from the flurry, though he takes several blows, trying to avoid the worst of the hits the best he can.
Maricela says “Ayy, bring that tussle back in here!“
Shiloh opens his mouth, about to say something to Maricela before his eyes widen at the fight as it goes out of the ring.
“One might say… they have carried their fight out into the alley… Sir Axle is quite heavy, after all…” Yukino says, walking through and then taking a step back.
Shiloh says “Seb certainly doesn’t want to lose again…“
Now that’s a change of the fight. The men barrel through the ring and even break through a wall in the process, which has all of the crowd standing up and going ballistic with their shouting and hooting. People are enthusing loudly for them to incorporate more extreme moves, from those seen in action movies or a staged WWE fight. And Selene is part of those people, still enjoying her elevated spot on the ring to watch over the fight, going on through that gap in the wall.
“Man’s either not had his coffee, or he’s had one too many..” jokes Selene, eyes agleam with amusement, clearly entertained from her ring-perched position.
“One wonders if someone should… intervene, perhaps.” Yukino mentions, watching the fight.
“.. Naaah. They’re grown men.” Selene relays in turn, shrugging a single shoulder as she leans into the rings’ ropes, head resting where her arms fold over it.
Shiloh watches as the fight returns to the ring, “And they’re back.”
Maricela turns her face to hide a very ugly cackle against Shiloh’s shoulder, putting her face in her hand. The way the fight just keeps rolling around has tears in the corners of her eyes, and she says, “Sebby holdin’ his own, I can’t lie. Mad respect for ol’ dude.”
Slamming through another section of a wall, charging like a bull possessed, Axle roars as he drives Sebastian down into the ring, a loud BOOM! sounding from the impact as he slams Sebastian into the floor. “And stay there!” He yells, face dripping with sweat.
Shiloh snickers softly aside at Maricela, “He’s lost his mind a bit. But he-” Before the loud BOOM! carries through the room, snapping his attention back to the ring, “Damn!”
Sebastian grunts as all of the wind is pushed from his lungs and he just slams on the floor, unmoving.
Releasing the unconscious Sebastian from his crushing bear hug, Axle straightens, sucking in deep, labored breaths from the exertion, though that begins to slow soon enough. “The ring. Sorry about your wall.” He tells Selene.
“Damn, Nip nop, you kill ol’ dude?” Maricela asks, sitting up and peering at Sebastian, raised brows not lowering.
Sebastian rolls over on his hands and knees.
Well. She was asking for cups to be flying, and the crowd is certainly doing that. Maybe that’s what made the bull see red, and got Axle to bull-rush himself and Sebastian back into the building through another section of the wall. A feat that, alone, warrants an eruption of cheers. The previous chanting returns, the crowd wants to see blood, and they’re certainly enthusing either side of the party to give them that. Even as Sebastian passes out, when more of the cups start to shower the area, they try and rile Axle up to continue throwing fists at the now fallen foe. And there’s no ref there to interfere.
Selene, in turn, just turns to the victor and shrugs a shoulder. “Not my gym.. I didn’t know it was here when I chose my nickname on MyHaven..” A pause, as she looks over to where some Sons are part of the spectators, and whistles them into attention. They’re beckoned over, and after some talking, and a quick series of texts, some people enter the area to oversee the state of the damage. Prepare to patch up what can be patched up.
Axle blows out a breath, striding over and grabbing his things, beginning to redress. “Didn’t really expect to go through the damn wall.” He says, chuckling. “That was quite the thing.”
“I think the Fighting Spirit price should go to Seb, regardless of his oh to two record.. Takes some stones to get up in there with..” Selene continues, sizing Axle up as she gestures over his physical presence. “.. that.” She turns her head to find Sebastian, and offer him a smile. “.. Good job, Seb. That’s going to hit the news for sure, and you might just be the first Fairchild to claim destroying a wall using a human as your battering ram!”
Selene says “Prize. Not.. price..“
Sebastian grunt, blinking hard, moving over to the bench and collapsing on it.
“Oh, he fine,” Maricela says, relief evident as Sebastian moves. She sinks back into her comfortable slouch, and says, something, aside to Shiloh.
Striding back to his seat, Axle lowers himself with a sigh, rubbing where one of Sebastian’s particularly nasty blows had caught him.
When you have an entire mobster family at your behest, finding a construction crew on short notice isn’t that hard, and it just so happens to turn out Selene — or her contacts — has the right source for this job. The dust has barely settled from the demolition derby of human bodies or some people slip into the building, tools in hand while bigger equipment is rolled in from the outside.
“.. I do think that would do it for today’s Brawls, people!” the little Kingpin announces, turning to the crowd again with satisfaction visible. “.. tune into the podcast tomorrow for more deets. Give it up to those who stood here, and thanks for coming..” Finally, it’s about time Selene leaves the area, to fetch another drink and drain a generous gulp from it.
“I need some lunch. And to get some work done.. Y’all good, right?” she asks, to those within earshot, in particular those she recognizes amongst the crowds – from Yukino to Axle, from someone to Shiloh.
When you have an entire mobster family at your behest, finding a construction crew on short notice isn’t that hard, and it just so happens to turn out Selene — or her contacts — has the right source for this job. The dust has barely settled from the demolition derby of human bodies or some people slip into the building, tools in hand while bigger equipment is rolled in from the outside.
“.. I do think that would do it for today’s Brawls, people!” the little Kingpin announces, turning to the crowd again with satisfaction visible. “.. tune into the podcast tomorrow for more deets. Give it up to those who stood here, and thanks for coming..” Finally, it’s about time Selene leaves the area, to fetch another drink and drain a generous gulp from it.
“I need some lunch. And to get some work done.. Y’all good, right?” she asks, to those within earshot, in particular those she recognizes amongst the crowds – from Yukino to Axle, from Maricela to Shiloh.
Shiloh looks back to Selene, nodding easily and offering a thumbs up.
Yukino looks to be contemplating something, watching Axle with that restrained kind of refinement. She does not notice Selene’s glance.