[Street Fight Match] Hawk Moth vs Siren Willow - Like At Home

Match type: street fight
Victory conditions: pinfall, submission, knockout
Special conditions: place - back alley; attire - street style; bare knuckles; anything goes; no referee

Considering the kind of match she had lined up for her debut, Siren didn't seem nearly as phased as she should have been. Instead She was perched up against the side of a convivence store she had just left, a strawberry red lolilpop in her mouth and her phone in her hand. Her girlfriend Yasuda had been texting her like crazy for the past hour, vehemently trying to dissuade her from participating in a match like this on her debut. She kept spamming a litany of reasons, going on and on in paragraphed chunks about how it wasn't right for her career optics, or the potential for injury that was too much for a debut, or how it wasn't even in a 'proper fighting environment.'

Siren couldn't help but snicker at that last one. As much as she wanted to text Yasuda back about her debut wasn't all that conventional either, she was running late, and her time seemed better spent heading on over to the alley where the fight would take place. She texted a curt but appreciative 'Don't worry Yasuda, ttyl' with a wink emoticon. She was sure Yasuda would be glued to her screen back at their shared apartment, biting her nails as she watched her best friend and greatest lover bash and be bashed inbetween two buildings. She appreciated the concern, she really did, but the end of the day the only thing new about this fight was that this time it was actually sanctioned, in a real league, with cameras and the whole shebang to capture it all. A more... supportive pep-talk would have been appreciated in Siren's mind.

She quickly shrugged the thought off, swiping up with her finger to discard the wall of texts and instead navigating to the GPS app on her phone. She began walking to her destination, which was only a few blocks away, gazing between her phone and the unusually empty night sidewalk she was walking on. The street itself was nearly devoid of cars, all except for one that whizzed past her in the same general direction she was heading to. All black, tinted windows - must be someone important. She continued sucking on the lollipop all the way, enjoying the sweet taste as her sneakers scuffed along the pavement. She took one last look at her phone, memorizing the last few turns before putting the device away into her jacket pocket, along with both her hands as she neared the bend into tonight's designated arena. The rest of her setup wasn't all that conventional, but it fit her well nonetheless. Along with the her jacket and low-top sneakers, she wore a baseball cap, black cargo shorts, an off-white blouse, and a black choker.

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The tip of her sneaker clanged with a piece of rusted metal as she neared the bend of the alley. She peaked down at it, before kicking it off behind her. The rest of the alley was littered with various debris of impressive variety. It fit with the usual back alley aesthetic, although the amount of ruble did manage to catch her off guard, especially for a city as well kept as Tokyo. In all honesty, it wouldn't have surprised her if the deviants who signed off on this match had thrown in a few extra tidbits just for fun. Judging from the multitude of cameras lining the walls on either side of her, and the sort of demographic that would tune in to watch something like this in the first place, it certainly wasn't a far off theory. Her eyes drifted back downwards, finally picking up on a shaded figure standing in the middle of the alley.

She let her eyes adjust as she made her way over to what had to be her opponent. She crunched down on the last bit of her lollipop as she came to a stop a few feet away from the woman, taking out the now empty stick and tossing it into the nearby open trashcan. It was pretty apparent just from first glance that the girl had a noticeable size and weight advantage when compared to Siren. It wasn't too worrying for the young streetfighter, having fought girls of various builds in the past, but it certainly was something to be wary of. Still, she hid her worry behind a neutral expression and inquiring gaze towards her opponent. It went without saying that she was attractive and well built, dressed in street clothes that fit well together, or at least better than her own attire, and obviously taking great care of her physique and appearance.

She hadn't done much research on her, and Siren preferred to keep it that way. All that she would need to know about the woman would reveal itself in a few short moment, although she did seem somewhat agitated, as if upset by something. Probably just getting herself in the fighting mood, although Siren opted for a much neutral expression herself. She cleared her throat and began shifting her body while taking off her jacket, deciding to start off the introductions as she did so.

Attire:

"Hey, I'm Siren. Sorry I'm late." She delivered the curt introduction with her signature apathetic tone as she slipped her last arm out of her jacket and placed it down gently against the wall to her right. She took her baseball cap off and it placed it neatly on top, doing her best to make sure that her valuables would be kept out of harms way and leaving her with her blouse, shorts and sneakers. She returned back to her stance in front of her opponent, arms by her side, shoulders rolled back, and body loosened and at the ready. "Just say the word, I'm ready when you are." Any other type of match, and Siren would have been the first one to reach out and offer an amicable handshake. But seeing how well that played out for her girlfriend's debut, and considering there wasn't any ref here to facilitate 'fair play,' she decided on leaving any pleasantries to her opponent if she decided to pursue them. Or not, either was perfectly fine with Siren, so long as they got to tussling sooner rather than later.

The balled fists at Siren's side slowly loosened into a more relaxed position as her opponent outstretched her hand gesturing for an amicable shake. She returned the gesture by outstretching her hand and clasping onto her opponent's, doing a few up and down shakes before released her grasp. It was just another back alley fight, like the dozens of others she had competed in before, no reason the two of them couldn't be somewhat professional about this, at least at the start. She had not doubt that in the heat of the fight things would quickly turn sour as they often did, so starting off with this brief and to-the-point greeting was probably as 'friendly' as their interaction was about to get.

She gave one last nod, acknowledging Hawk Moth's assertion that this fight wouldn't be personable. That went without saying of course, but when the insults came hurtling, and the fist came flying, and the bloods goes splattering, it was nice to know in the back of your mind that their wasn't any real animosity behind those attacks. Then again, it was easy to to say those things now, when both were unscathed and in full form. Only time would tell if that sentiment would still be the same when they were both thoroughly beaten, bruised and bloodied.

Siren took multiples steps backwards, ensuring there was enough space between them while mirroring the exact same stance her opponent had put up. She let out a few deep breaths, properly preparing herself before slowly moving into motion. There wasn't any official way to start off the match other their mutual acknowledgment, and with that, Siren would slowly start circling her opponent, fists still raises and eyes sill fixated on her opponent's as she crossed one leg over the other, seeking out an opportunity to strike first. Their forms were mirror images of one another, meaning there wasn't much in the way of easily exploitable weakness right off the bat. If Siren was looking for a chink in Hawk Moth's armor, she was going to have to create one herself.

After a few seconds, Siren would be the first one to lash out. She lunged forward, pushing off the ground with her rear leg and rearing her left arm backwards in what would look to be a left hook aimed for the girl's side. She hoped it would be enough to prompt her rival to transition her guard to the desired location, but once she was within a few feet of her opponent, she would drop her left hook entirely before transitioning the punch into a jab wit her right fist aimed for her opponent's stomach. It was risky considering how much distance she had to cover, allotting her opponent enough time to potentially analyze the maneuver if she was keen enough, but Siren nonetheless decided to start off with a fake left hook before switching to a right jab at the last second