STREET FIGHTER [ANNE]

[alexandra]

Alex jogged through the streets, looking like a typical working-class woman going for her evening run. She tore through various footpaths in her black hooded sweatshirt, trackpants, and sneakers. As she reached a dark alley she slowed to a brisk walk and covered her features with her hood. When she was certain that she was under the cover of darkness and that no one had followed her she grabbed a syringe from her pocket and stabbed herself in the leg, injecting the contents. Alex was desperate to make a huge profit tonight, after having a few bad weeks. The contents of the syringe rushed through her blood. Her heart pounded in her chest and she started sweating profusely. Her muscles started to burn. She was ready to wander into the venue in that dark alley.

When she reached the entrance she was escorted to a large cage, her blood gushing through her muscles. Her opponent readily attacked her, even before she readied herself for an attack. Quickly she shifted her weight and, with a grunt, she threw a few heavy blows leaving the opponent unconscious on the floor. The crowd went wild, knowing that one of their favourites was back on her horse and ready to rumble for the rest of the night. Alex fought flawlessly that night, knocking out all her opponents within seconds. It was a good night for her even though she struggled with some opponents more than others. The adrenaline continued to soar through her making her fiesty and unstoppable.

After a while, Alex felt the adrenaline wear off. Ignoring the feeling of her body in its normal state, she threw a few heavy punches at her last opponent before claiming her reward and exiting the cage. The crowd continued to roar, wanting to see more of her, but she ignored their pleas and rushed out as quick as possible. The last thing Alex wanted was to be a cage fighter for longer than she had to be, so it wasn't frequent that she would hang around after her fights to mingle.

Alex exited the venue and walked briskly out of the dark alley with her hood covering her features once again. By now the adrenaline had truly worn off and she was beginning to feel the aftermath. Her body started to ache with pain and she realised she had grazes on various parts of her body. She wiped the blood from her lip and then covered her bleeding knuckles with her sleeves, hoping that she wouldn't have any encounters on her way home.

[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

The ginger three another punch, then another, and a third. Three consecutive hits to the head, and he was down. Hah. Anne retreated to a corner, grinning savagely. Adrenaline bloodlust and rage all whirled up in her brown eyes as she watched him struggle then stay down. That's right, bastard, stay down there, stay down and may you never raise your fist again, She snarled at him mentally. The count came and went, and Anne found herself the victor. She roared at the crowds savagely, the adrenaline from the fight pouring in. it came quick and easy, and stayed for quite some time. She loved the natural buzz, she loved the thrill of incapacitating someone, however barbaric. That was the last fight of the evening tournaments, for her weight class; the heavyweights. She was still coming out on top. Good. She slipped into her small, but private change room under the bleachers. It was small and crude but it was a no-boys room so that was good. Basically meant it was hers. She threw on a black dress top, baggy jeans, a sleeveless camo top over that. Odd? Maybe just a bit. Runners and leather studded cuffs completed the getup, which wasn't all that fashionable but it was what she liked. She was going to go and speak to the manager about her next fights when a guy she roughly knew from the club approached her was at he water fountain.

"Hey Ginger," He nodded up to her, "You fight MMA?" When she nodded, he went on, "Well, I gots something you might like. Free for all cagefightin', come with me, hey. Makes a lot and you'd be one of the bigger competitors, anyways." Anne agreed, but she didn't need the money at all, she just wanted to see what was up. Fighting was fighting, though she preferred to either attack people in the streets or fight in sport legally. Still, she figured it would be a much more interesting experiences than watching the flyweight kiddies go at it. The two took off into the evening of New Orleans, jogging along into the shadier bits of town. For Anne., it was just another place. Shady was where she grew up. He nodded to the venue and they went in, but that was where he was met by several of his friends, giving Anne the chance to slip away. She wandered along into the smell of sweat and blood, quite enjoying it. Well, not enjoying it as one would enjoy a perfume, but enjoying it in that it excited the savagery inside her yet again. She was asked for her name once, asked if she was a fighter, but she called herself Morgan and said no, not yet. They didn't seem to have an issue with that and Anne found herself a seat. She watched with keen interest as the men fought, noting there was no notion of weight of fair fights, barring blows to the groin. Sweeeeeeeet.

Then she was the girl. Well, not girl, the kid was older than Anne was, rather obviously, but she knew what she was doing. Immediately, Anne felt challenged. Hell, she felt challenged almost every time anyone stepped into that cage, trying to prove their arses. But this girl seemed to pose a challenge. Nice. But then...she left. She fought a couple bouts and left. Shoot. But maybe better. Anne just wanted to smash her, she didn't want to bother with anything else...like getting caught by police. That could well kill her fledgling football career. So, seeing where the lady went, Anne slipped after her and into the alley, noting her bending down to catch her breath. Anne walked up quietly, and slowly, but how bady she wanted to get this girl! She knew it was irrational, she knew it was dumbfounded...but what could she say? "Hey," Anne's voice dropped to Morgan-level, "You're not a bad fighter, y'know tha'?" She stepped closer, turning to face the woman. It was almost like she was going to speak again when she threw a quick, heavy two punches at her; and then she spoke, already in a fighting stance. "But I think I'm better than you could ever hope ta be. Care to prove me right?" Anne laughed and swung again, hard.

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[alexandra]

As Alex continued to make her way through the alley she heard someone call out. Alex dismissed the call, thinking the person must have been calling out to someone else. She picked up the pace, knowing that someone was lurking close-by. The last thing Alex wanted was for anyone to notice her walk past. Unfortunately, that wasn't possible tonight. Alex heard footsteps approaching her. Her heart pounded and she felt sick in the stomach, not knowing whether to pay attention to the person. Noticing that no one else was in the area, Alex realised the question the other person asked must have been for her and that it was too late to be uninvolved. She turned around to face a big, tall athletic figure.

"Sorry, I don't know what you're..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt something hit her hard, twice. Alex lost her balance, falling to the ground on her face. She was surprised that anyone would pick a fight with her after her rounds. The cage fighting standards in that venue were ruthless, but Alex knew they were merciful enough to leave her be after she had finished for the night. This was a strange occurrence but Alex had no time to contemplate her alternative options - she had to defend herself right now.

From the corner of her eye, Alex saw a full glimpse of her attacker, or at least as much as she could in the darkness. She somehow realised it was another woman - younger than her but very athletic. Alex knew she was in trouble, having already been beaten up enough that night. Her blood boiled as she heard the other woman taunt and laugh. The adrenaline kicked in again. Alex had no idea where this burst of energy had come from, but it was not something to debate at this moment. She sprung to her feet and into a fighting stance, barely missing another punch aimed at her.
"In that case, I'll be sure to prove you wrong," Alex growled.
She gathered as much energy as she had left and threw a few quick but heavy punches into the other woman's ribs and then at the face, before throwing a swift heavy kick at her leg. Her aching, bleeding knuckles and the blood dripping from her mouth didn't bother Alex now, not while she had competition.

[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

There was nothing better than a good old fight. Really, there wasn't. Nothing she enjoyed more, nothing that gave her the rush and assured her the dominance she wanted. Anne didn't often rush into fights. She sized up her opponents and knew what she was getting into, usually. This time, she knew full well that the fight would be tough. Why the hell otherwise would have Anne wanted to take her? She spoke her words and attacked, and now the time for speaking was over, even as the lady tried her own taunt back. It didn't register on the grinning fighter. It was a bad one, anyway, proving her wrong. Nuh-uh. Wasn't gonna happen. This idiot could try, but it wasn't. Besides, the words were preparation. Anne knew what was coming to her , the sentence gave her time; almost. She felt too hard blows to her ribs, but blocked the one to her head and dodged the kick. Oh, so she wasn't into just punching. Very well, that would do. Anne figured she'd stick to the hand to hand blows for a little bit, then shake things up when, or if, she needed the extra advantage, like a lefty that would start with the right and go in suddenly with the left. Except...with her feet. The adrenaline surged through her, and she swung again, twice to the head, then a four knuckle strike. She wanted to kick, Anne would throw in some martial arts. Hell, it was fun, even if she got some bruises. Not like bruises and pain were anything new, after all. Wanna fight, huh? Anne thought, resting lightly on her feet, Come on, bitch, come fight me then. Come on, don't you want to hurt me? I made you fall come on, COME ON ALREADY! Let me hurt you...

Unfortunately, there was trouble brewing. They were fighting outside and illegal fight club to start with, and the police were planning a raid on said fight club at the moment. They weren't sure if it was a fight club, but some nearby residents and business had complained of rowdy and rough folk going in and out of the place...

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notes| ...Well my muse went a touch funny. Mind, there's not a lot to say in fight scenes. XD

[alexandra]

Alex was baffled to see her opponent still grinning, even after she was certain she at least caused a bit of damage with those two punches. When most people faced Alex in a fight they would be scared after she landed a few punches as she knew where to aim them. With her knowledge in anatomy, Alex knew where the punches and kicks would hurt most, both in the short term and the long term. Usually that would be enough to deter an opponent, but not this juggernaut right in front of her, ready to beat her to a pulp. On the outside, Alex remained calm and composed as she thought of her next attack just as her kick had missed the target. On the inside, however, she was shaking like a leaf. She knew she was in a rather deserted area and if anything were to happen she wouldn't know where to get help.

Alex dodged the two swings to the head, but her feet couldn't shuffle fast enough to dodge the four strikes that dug into her torso. Each strike felt sharper than the last, leaving Alex ready to buckle onto the floor and call it quits. She wanted to surrender and fight her opponent another day, but at the same time it wasn't like her to beg. Besides, this opponent looked merciless, so Alex wasn't sure that surrendering would even be an option. Shrugging off the stabbing feeling in her torso, Alex rose to her full stance, looking unaffected by anything that's hit her. She shifted her weight to her opponent's side until she was at close quarters, snuck a kick at her opponent's inner leg, followed by a double jab toward her opponent's ribs, before shifting away a little to judge her best plan of attack.

Alex was too busy trying to stand on her feet to notice that an audience consisting of a few residents was forming around them in the surrounding houses.

[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Anne's grin was still on her fact, but it was her eyes that said what she was thinking. Sure, she was in pain; but any good fighter knew where to hit...well, okay, this kid knew how to hit good. Real good. Right in the soft fleshy bits. Anne's be feeling that, but she'd felt much worse. Let this girl hurt her. Let her be scared... Anne could see, out of the corner of her eye, people gathering. Audiences would be nothing new to the both of them, which was something, then, Anne couldn't use to her advantage. Distraction wasn't going to work with this girl. Fair enough. She was doing damage anyways. Those Tae Kwon Do classes had paid off, even if the discipline in the Dojo was impossibly strict and that turned her off most true martial arts. Who cared if you bowed to the guy, anyways?

A cruel streak entered Anne's eyes, lost in the fight. She might have well been back home in the Bronx, a kid again. Usually she beat up the hapless and helpless that weren't any good...but now and again she'd challenge the top bully from another grubby, underfunded elementary school. Ah, those had been the days...but back to the present. This lady got in lose and kicked at the inside of her legs, which Anne didn't expect. Not many blows went for the inside of the legs when she fought; too high at shot and it became a low blow. She lost her balance, stance spreading to accommodate it, and she just managed not to fall as the two blows came to her ribs. She was about to launch back and attack of her own, a quick quick out of sheer fury, but she remembered the strategy. Let this kid think that kicks could do her in, and then lash out with her legs herself. That made her grin again. She built up just enough power and then lashed out with a series of jabs to the head. right, right, left, right, left left. See if any of those landed as she jabbed low again....

Then she heard the sirens. Shit.
She really didn't need to be caught, that would screw over her career. And if this lady got caught, too, there'd be a problem. The crowd scattered. The police would go around front at first, Anne knew it. "Come on, kiddie," Anne dashed forwards, made a grab for the other woman's arm and bolted, out the alley and down a street away, through back alleys. She didn't look to see if she was dragging the lady, but did hear footsteps behind her. Good enough, she just had to be coming. This had happened several times before, too, and was a right pain the ass.

"God I hate the cops sometimes!" Anne growled, notion of a fight forgot. Right now, they'd have to keep on their toes, in case they would end up chased. Probably not; there were plenty of people inside fighting.

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[alexandra]

Alex felt a sense of relief as she noticed the giant buckle slightly. At least she knew that her opponent probably fought by rules, but in Alex's world of cage fighting there were no rules. To her surprise, her opponent was back on her feet almost instantaneously. Alex knew it was going to be a fight until one of them went down. She also knew that perhaps it wouldn't be long as she sensed her opponent getting fired up. She dodged a series of jabs to the head until her body would no longer move as she wanted it to. The final few jabs caught her in the face and the ribs.

Alex almost buckled to the ground again but just managed to stop herself from falling. She was ready for the finishing blow when she looked up, but instead she noticed her opponent was distracted. Just as Alex thought about taking advantage of the opportunity, she heard sirens too.
"Shit, we better stop..." she muttered as she snapped out of her fighting stance and noticed the audience.
Suddenly, Alex felt a tight squeeze around her wrist and found herself sprinting. Alex had no idea where she was going, but it seemed the other woman had the same idea as she did - running away from the sirens. As she tore through the streets her free hand fumbled for her hood to ensure that it covered her face.

Alex was struggling to keep up, feeling beaten. Her whole body ached, but for some reason she would rather tag along with this aggressive stranger rather than end up in jail.
"You're telling me! It's not the first time I've had to haul ass out of here because of them" Alex said in response to the other woman's comment.
Fortunately, the woman seemed to be taking the route that Alex would normally take whenever she's had to make a run for it from here. She noticed a familiar tunnel under the bridge. Alex would normally go through this tunnel to take cover from the cops, and she knew this tunnel lead to a quieter open area which was still accessible enough to return to the city.
"Go through the tunnel on your right under that bridge. It'll give us some cover from the cops. I've gone through here before," Alex panted as she continued to keep up.
She had no idea what this lady would do to her once they were free from the cops, but right now Alex had no choice but to take a gamble.


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[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Anne was kinda sad her fight wasn't going to finish, but that's the way it would have to be. New Orleans was not as built up as the Bronx, so it wasn't going to be as easy to find another alley somewhere, not when people would be on a lookout for potential illegal fighters...and her hair was pretty distinguishing, as far as hair went. Surprisingly enough, the lady wasn't resisting Anne's hold, be it from exhaustion or the same drive, or both. Anne came to a stop, and looked down over her shoulder at the other lady. She'd pulled up her hood, and offered directions, under a tunnel. Anne looked down that way and frowned. She wasn't sure if that was a bright idea. She was used to staying where it was built up, but then again, this lady, too, had her ass on the line.

"If you're bullshitting me you've lost of yer teeth." Anne muttered darkly, and took off again, still hearing sirens. The tunnel was dark and graffitied, but it most certainly did offer cover, but then it came out to a less dense area. Not exactly what Anne was used to, but then again, she'd had said something about it not being the first time running away. She gave a quick look around and hung a left, down the sidewalk and again into a darker, more ratty area. Some drunk was laying on the sidewalk and she jumped over him, glancing back. Still followed, though as far as she could tell, not by the cops, but by the fighter. Anne wouldn't draw as much attention here, but despite probably being bruised, this lady still looked like the sort of university educated lady that didn't get in trouble. A little out of place, even with the hood up. It did beg a couple questions. "By the by, lady, you dun look tha sort that gets into this shit." Hey, it was a valid question, and if they were going to be ending up running away for a while, she may as well ask.

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[alexandra]

Alex was at the point where she couldn't care less about the fight. She had her mind at eventually returning home safely, in one piece, and without a criminal record, even if it meant having to trust a complete stranger who wanted to harm her. Alex hoped that as they ventured through the tunnel, the other woman would be able to find her way out easily. After all, the tunnel was quite simple and if the other woman was smart enough to know where to hit, then surely she could navigate through a simple tunnel.

Alex cringed as they wandered through the dark, dingy sidewalk. This was the part of the chase that Alex despised the most since the area always reeked of drunken people. Alex almost tripped over the drunk man they had passed but managed to barely get her footing over him. She looked back and noticed the guy was still passed out.
"I've been doing this for years, had to support my living expenses somehow. Now I just do this as a hobby. Gotta bring some excitement into my life somehow," Alex said in reply.

Alex recognised an uphill ramp which appeared to have a bit of a dirt road ahead. She recognised the familiar graffiti art surrounding the exit. Alex would usually exit through this ramp whenever she got into a mess such as this one. On the other side of that ramp was a quiet open dirt area which somewhat isolated from the rest of the city. The outside of the city was still visible from there but no one recognised this area to be existent. She would wait here until the sirens stopped and then venture down the tunnel again to go home.
"Head up that ramp. I tend to wait up here until the sirens die completely. We can go back through this tunnel when the sirens stop and then take another route that bypasses the venue."
As usual the noise of the sirens died down significantly once she was close to that ramp.
"By the way, what made you decide to check the cage out? I’m surprised I haven’t seen you around. Most experienced fighters wanting a bit of extra cash tend to go there and I think you would've done a pretty damn good job in the cage." Alex complimented the other woman. Being a proud character, Alex disliked admitting that someone is better than her, and she hated admitting defeat even though things would have turned out that way had the cops not interrupted.



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[ANNE MORRIGAN BAURER]

Anne was quite at home in the worser areas of town, and even though this wasn't her neighbourhood, strode through it like she owned it. That was rule one; don't act like you don't belong or you just won't belong. End of story. It was a good way to get picked on. Both the streets and Gram had taught her that one. The thoughts of attack her dead now, but not quite the adrenaline, she still had a visous look, even if she was carrying on conversation. She nodded to the lady's comment about excitement. "So what d'you do now? I reckon you could make a good livin' fighting legally, too." It might not be as dangerous, but in the ring legal or illegal didn't matter as much. It was the same premise.

They headed through the run-down streets, and Anne noted that her "victim", in a lose use of the word, sice she had been holding her own, was also not in the mood for fighting anymore, though she probably hadn't been to start with. She gave Anne some further instructions, but these went against the athelte's instincts. The ramp clearly led to some sort of open area, which wans't how she operrated. She was used to highdesnsity situatiuons where escape meant moving thriugh an industrial sector, where there were a million passgeways and scents...she'd never had dogs go after her, she'd never done anything that major, but she didn't take huge chances when running. "Yeah, go righ' up in the open, that makes sense." Anne was clearly distrustful, but sirens forced her to go that way, after jogging a different direction for all of three seonds before realizing that would deposit them in an open street. "That goes against every insinct I 'ave." She grunted, heading up the ramp and into the dirt area. It was isolated, but still, it felt foreboding.

The sound of sirens died as they got there, and the lady spoke again, asking about what Anne was doing there. "Yeh, I reckon I could do well in there, but I box and fight ufc already, amoung other things. Which is acutally how I came about it, some dude in the club told me he knew a place where I could fight, and ta-da, I followed him and now I'm in some dusty vacant lot." It would be fun, and that was all Anne would really be concered about, since she made well enough - more than enough - to sustain her lifestyle. Lessons via Gram, it paid to be thrifty, even when you made over a million a year. If anything got screwed up, which it could very well, she'd have money to fall back on. "Might give it a shot, but sure as hell it ain't gonna be today." Moreso if that fight club got shut down. It would be nice, thought, to fight in some place Blaire didn't know about. Sheesh, that lady was not leaving her alone!

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[alexandra]

Alex gulped as she heard the other woman mutter, knowing that she wasn't quite happy going out in the open. She kept quiet, not wanting to upset the other woman any further until they had reached the dirt road in the open and the sirens had died down slightly.

Alex carefully loosened the grip of the other woman's hand on her arm when she was sure they were safe from the sirens, at least. She took one cautious look at the taller woman, making sure that she had no interest in a fight. When Alex thought they were somewhat making conversation, she felt a little more relaxed as she started to pace around slowly, trying to catch her breath.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure it won't be any time tonight either. That place is only worth going to when the cops aren't snooping around. I never hang around there without wearing a hood of some sort for that reason. Damn cops. I know it's brutal in there, but damn...it's actually kinda fun," she managed a slight grin.

Alex continued to pace around the area, assuming the other woman won't attack her, yet staying on her guard at the same time. Anything could happen from here. Being weak as she was, Alex wanted to leave as soon as it was safe to do so. Although she was safe so far, even as they approached an open isolated area, Alex wasn't particularly trusting of her, particularly when she got attacked earlier. When she had relaxed, she answered the question the woman had asked her earlier, when she felt comfortable she wouldn't thrash her for saying something.
"I work full time at a hospital now. It's good and i still get some sort of weird adrenaline rush out of it, but it's just not the same as fighting. I'd probably try fighting legally if I didn't get into college. But for some reason I prefer the brutality of this cage fighting business."

Alex paced around in circles nervously, waiting for the sirens to die. Suddenly, the ill feeling in her stomach returned. Quickly, she turned away from the other woman and gagged. Alex took a deep breath, barely stopping herself from being sick in front of someone else and embarrassing herself.
"Sorry about that... it's been happening more often after my fights these days. Must be getting too old for this shit, been doing it for years. This cage-fighting session was my first in a while cos of this."
She turned around slowly to face the other woman.
"I'll be out of your hair soon. Once these sirens are gone I'll be on my way. I'm taking the part of the tunnel that doesn't cross the venue, you can follow me through there if you want. We should be good to go soon."

Alex sneaked towards the tunnel, listening for any sirens nearby, and then listened out into the distance, noticing the sirens becoming a faint whisper.



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notes: apologies if this sounds weird/doesn't make sense...biiiig day at work...