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[TheLoneWanderer]

Stipulation: Simulation of a showdown between 'Ada Wong' and 'Leon S. Kennedy', starring Micaela R. and Hiroyuki Takijima as the performers. Anything goes, barring lethal tactics~.

Date: Winter, 202X.

In. Out. Showtime. Time to get in-character.

'Leon' pressed his shoulder against the door, taking stock of his inventory. His handgun (SG-0R), based on a USP model. Check. Body Armor underneath the jacket. Check. Ammunition. Accounted for. Knife. Ready for close encounters. Of course, in reality, all it was prepared for the simulated match they'd be recording. The provided firearms were blanks. There'd be a flash---but no projectile.

After the door creaked to a close, Leon's eyebrow quirked in bewilderment at no one being here.

Leon's ears had perked up at the sound of what sounded like shuffling past the door just a minute ago, with him barely being able to tell someone had been there. The castle was crawling with all manner of cultists, but he was fairly sure he had cleared a lot of them out while working towards looking for Ashley. In Hiroyuki's head, he was happy the designers kept the harnesses to support his equipment around his waist and those which wrapped around his chest to keep the entire outfit secure. Nothing would fall out. Although the rules had been rather vague. That left the two to have a nice, loose engagement for themselves. Micaela was only a name on a sheet to him, but he was all too eager to get to know her better. Even it was through more expensive cosplay....

'Leon' decided to start his search in a safe, cautious manner. The entire area was still a constrained space with limited escape routes despite the unknown second party having the home field advantage. His back remained tensed, primed for a vicious fight. The person he had heard either already exited out the steel window---or they were still in the room. He went closer to the window, with his handgun held in a 'high ready' stance while the muzzle remained canted at the ceiling.

[BlackAkuma]

When Mickey had asked for something special in her LAW debut match, she’d had no idea what they would throw her way. She was a champion from a rival company, so she’d hoped they would start her off hot - maybe not against one of the current title holders, but a former one? That sounded doable. She figured they would either give her someone who was worth a shit to give her a real challenge, or someone who wasn’t worth a shit so she could spend twenty or so minutes picking them apart while the incels fapped to it. Either way worked fine for her.

She could safely say she wasn’t expecting this, though. Definitely not on her LAW Bingo Card.

She supposed it wasn’t that surprising. One of her big claims to fame in VICE had always been her cosplay outfits, custom-made and practical attire she wore, inspired by her favorite media of the day, usually anime and videogames. She’d even done one for Resident Evil before, though it had been Jill Valentine, not Ada. And god, had that made certain dumbfucks online lose their stupid little minds. Some little white girl cosplays as Sailor Moon, who’s Japanese; they don’t blink. But when someone of a certain skin color does the same thing with one of the favorite fantasy girlfriends…

Anyway. The fact that her

would piss off some assholes online was always a bonus. As was the nice little Capcom bonus of getting paid to do it. Nothing quite like getting paid to do something that you would’ve done for free. The best kind of money.

The only small hitch was that she'd have to do some improv acting, which…come to think of it, she’d never done before. Not unless you counted some bedroom roleplay, which she didn’t. Could be fun. She was about to find out.

She snuck into the room and made her way around ‘Leon’, with little trouble staying stealthy. One of the few benefits to being tiny-as-fuck and darkskinned was that it made it really, really easy for her to sneak around shadowy rooms, which came up more than you might think. Being barefoot helped, too.

What was the line again? Oh, right.

”You can stop right there, Leon.”

Huh. Her opponent was a tall motherfucker. Nice ass, though.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Improv acting, right. Hiroyuki, as our favorite B.O.W extraordinaire, lurked over. His boots stamped against the floor, making it creak as his eyes lulled over the edge of the window. Looking at this tactically, he had discerned two options already. 50/50. His luck landed on the second choice. He kept his ears strained, trying to avoid getting jumped from behind. In the reality of the scene, Leon had almost made it to check the window until a voice stopped him cold. The small rustle of a metal frame signaled a gun being leveled. Back or head. Neither would feel good.

("Then you shoot me. But I don’t think you can.")

That had been his words to Ada---six years ago. The dropped subcompact pistol had been empty when he had examined it after Ada's fall. Something that being held at gunpoint brought to his mind as well. While he hadn't the desire or need to shoot her on sight, testing the naive hope from before where he'd been reliant out on the undercover operator out of neccessary risk and over being hammered over a mutual break-up did not seem advisable. So, he eased his gun up and pushed his biceps into a curl. A surrender. But he did not get on his knees since she did not request him to do so. How did Nick and Paul Mercier's cadence go again? He had a similar structure to that type of face, at least. Looks weren't an issue beyond the hair and eye color.

"So---there's a ghost involved with this too. One hell of a greeting too...Ada."

By his tone, Leon did not seem surprised as one might think. Keep her talking as he elongated the original line. Come up with a plan. At the same time, he backed up inch-by-inch. A boot crawled him back by a step. Then another, before he dropped the USP pistol to see if he'd also be able to lower her guard and keep her focused on the more dangerous weapon. Three steps. That might be all he'd get before she caught on. Then he acted!

The first attempt came as Leon turned on his heel and rammed his jacketed elbow into Ada's gun hand since it'd be faster than just turning around. If he was able to send the 'Blacktail' hurtling through the air into a near corner, he'd immediately try and get a cheap shot to the left side of her jaw in with his other elbow instead of going for his knife to commence the fight scene. As a final move, he'd try to push his chest into hers and get her onto the dusty couch as a proper lock-up. A bit of the nicer treatment from Leon than trying to slit her throat at first.

[BlackAkuma]

So what did Mickey know about Hiroyuki?

Aside from him being Japanese and tall and the owner of an above-average pair of cheeks?

Not terribly much. She could’ve looked him up, sure, but honestly, she’d never been the type to research before a match. In her experience, you tended to forget that shit once the strikes started flying, and there was always the chance they'd flipped their style since the last time they were recorded. The ring was no place for plans. She preferred working on instinct, adapting as things went and responding to challenges as they came.

Besides, it was just more fun this way. Hiroyuki was her own little puzzle to solve, and so far? She had some interesting clues. Like, for instance, figuring out the guy was a touch of a nerd, as he started getting into this bit. The little mannerisms, the voices, the movements, the placement? Oh, he’d been practicing this.

She stepped forward, cocked the gun, and aimed it right at his back. “Wouldn’t make me use this…would you?” Mickey was no voice actress, but she thought she made a decent impression for a Haitian-Hispanic trying to sound like…Ada Wong was Chinese, right? She couldn't quite remember, but Wong sounded Chinese.

“You don’t seem surprised.” She ran a lazy tongue along her lower lip as she looked down, seeing him shift his foot. The man had an attention to detail. “...interesting.”

And now came the fight. Finally.

He knocked the gun away with his elbow, sending it flying across the room, but Mickey was fine with that. Of more concern was the elbow, the one that caught her clean on the brow - good, solid shot, and more than enough to kick her body into full fight mode.

Hiroyuki - ‘Leon’, whatever - was advancing on her now, trying to force her back against the couch. He had the weight to make that happen, too, but that didn’t mean it was a sure thing. Yeah, he was coming forward and she couldn't stop it…but redirect it?

Instead of pushing back, Mickey spun into him, securing his arm as he came around her. She shifted up with her hips, pulled him through, and attempted to dump him on the couch, upside down, ass-over-teakettle.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Weight was dipping far too much forward. The remarkably tall stuntman wanted to avoid making this easy. He'd give her an actual fight. His own heart thrumed as she brought his arm around herself. Micaela's Leon impressionist was slowly becoming more familiar to her. He tried to tug away but found his jacket and arm snagged into her armpit. Then---his world inverted.

Leon's back smashed into the dusty cushions, stressing the material due to the judo throw. 'Ada' or Micaela knew her stuff. Given his frame and the couch itself, it did not take him long to bounce back. Though, Ada might appreciate the view before Leon leaned his hips forward and twisted his spine after flopping onto his knees. A small groan was all she got out of him. He planted a boot on the ground as his eyes flickered to the pistol behind her. Too far. Ada'd intercept him. Hiroyuki strained his mind about the story details. He had to do this right.

"You're working for some man----Wesker. Are you with that cult too? Bringing Ashley into this?"

Leon continued to run his mouth, trying to probe information. Rumors and brief information from his division under the President had led him onto the possibility that Ada had been alive. They were confirmed now---since he was seeing her with his own eyes. If Ada allowed him, he'd twitch towards the dropped pistol but abort it out of fear she'd mess him up for the choice. The, blunted, knife was in the inverted holster under the jacket. However, he was unsure how far Ada wanted to escalate things. Heart was starting to pick up speed too, and not just from being turned into a potato sack. 'Killing' her wasn't his mission. Miss Graham took priority, even over his own life. He hunched over and took an upright stance then tried to cut horizontally. Three attempts at elbows in a left-right-left sequence. However, this forced him into clinching range with 'Ada'. He wanted to be careful about tackles. Throws would give him aches and pains for days.

[BlackAkuma]

God, Micaela swore if she lived to be a million years old, she would never, ever, never, neverevernevereverneverever, get tired of dumping tall fucks on their asses. It was her cocaine; she was just addicted to it.

She jumped back after dumping him on the couch, making some space, readying for the next attack, as he righted himself and looked fairly good doing so. She was about to pounce when the guy spoke up - right, this was one of those sort of matches. Mickey’d never been a big fan of talking in the middle of a fight, not unless her opponent was seriously fucked up and helpless and she wanted to twist the knife. But this was a special sort of thing. Might as well play along.

“That’s funny. You’re funny.” She managed a snicker that sounded reminiscent of ‘cute’. Much harder for her than most would think. “Do I look like I’m in a cult, Leon?”

She saw him inching for the gun, which - okay, yeah, she got why he was doing that, but it still almost made her break character and laugh out loud. Instead of trying for the gun, though, he brought the fight her way, coming right at him with a salvo of shots, especially shot towards her head. She blocked the first, blocked, the second, but couldn't adjust in time to make her third block solid - it cut through, crashed against her temple and knocked her to the side.

Instead of resisting that motion, though, she kept spinning, twisting about on her foot. She turned away from him, fell forward, and shot her leg out behind him with a spinning heel kick in the same motion, driving the hard point of her foot into his ribs with the full power of her leg behind the blow. An instant later and she was rolling away, whipping about in mid-tumble, and coming down to a single knee, facing him with a growing smile on her face.

This was the good stuff. Keep it coming.

[TheLoneWanderer]

One block. It didn't deter him. Two didn't. Then the third landed. It bashed against her temple and sent 'Ada' spiraling along the floor. However, the black-haired maven gave him a parting gift for the time being. His eyes flicked downward, seeing as she turned on the heel and recognizing. The harsh heel SMASHED into his right side---right into the liver. His vision swirled temporarily as he dropped to a knee and began to nurse his side by rubbing it with his left hand to massage the impacted zone. That shot was going to bruise. At least she hadn't ruptured it. That had been a real hit. It was good she was taking this seriously. In effect, this was more like a hardcore match.

"Hehh...shit."

'Leon' stuffed down the whine and cursed to let off his frustration. The liver hit made him quiet down as his brows furrowed in real confusion. What to do now? 'Ada' was smiling. Acting or not, it looked genuine. Since she was on her knees, he began to shuffle on his own knees to buy himself some time to rub at his liver while making his way towards the mercenary. He shot for her middle instead, attempting to lock his arms around her stomach and avoid overcommitting to a double or single leg. It slowed him down---but neither Leon nor Hiroyuki wanted to get Guillotine'd. If she were to sprawl from the low-power spear, then Leon would try to give her linear, shallow uppercuts to her belly after giving up on holding her in place. He needed his legs to generate power, so these would only hurt and not rattle her entire being like the other clean shots he'd gotten before. If her eyesight was keen enough, every so often during this ground scramble, she'd see him wince out of irritation over the liver hit that had dropped him to a knee immediately. It was going to bother him for a while....

[BlackAkuma]

Oh, she heard that. Better yet, she felt it. One of the best parts of fighting barefooted was the tactile sensations, the feedback you got from every impact, and she’d sensed a solid one, there. That blow went deep, cut into his body and probably ticked a couple of organs. It was enough to bring the big man down to his knees, making him rub the sore spot. He was going to be feeling it for the whole match, especially if she had any say in the matter.

Mickey was eager to sink her teeth in, and thankfully he didn’t hesitate on giving her the red meat. He brought the fight to her, rushing in as she tried to stand up, and bowled into her. Her first reflex was to go for the guillotine, craving a good neck choke, but Hiroyuki had some experience here - his grip on her made that clumsy, wasn’t happening. His throat was safe.

For now.

He made the most of the position, throwing stiff shots into her sides - not the worst blows she could be taking, she knew that, but still more than she would’ve liked. He wanted to slug it out a little on the knees? That was fine with her.

With him beneath her, she had a whole back to work with, but she was particularly interested in the spot she’d tagged with her kick a moment ago. That had to still be hurting, so that was where she targeted, lashing out a looping hook that struck the same spot, with a quick followup right behind it, two stiff strikes nailed in succession.

[TheLoneWanderer]

Hiroyuki needed more power. More meat behind the blows. The hits he put out were not enough to get knockout-power from. Since her sternum was pressing into his back as she took the above position, Hiroyuki's gaze could only see the wind-up at the edge of his vision. He was punching. Too slow to make it in time to block! The mental alarm bell was ignored as she pounded into his liver. Once. Twice. Micaela was all too eager to color his midsection very rare. Hiroyuki's heart was starting to quicken to pump more blood as she drove him into being tensed up and wary. The hushed huffs and stuffed-down moans may even please her.

Mickey's Sprawl...

The aggression from Micaela made Hiroyuki pause and try to get his knees underneath himself so that he could maneuver easier instead of being stuck in the position of shooting for a takedown. If she continued, Hiroyuki gave into the temptation to hunch over and push his forearms next to his ribs so that they could take the blows and he could resemble something like a turtle on their stomach. Hiroyuki did not want to get a tender belly and screaming liver so early into the match. The woman had already figured out how much that clean kick was bothering him. Since his arms were stuck downward at this point, his only choke defense would be to try and tuck his chin. Something a white belt could work their way around but he did not have multiple arms.

In the case of Micaela going for a back take, he did try to lash out with a horizontal punch from whichever side she approached from---whether right or left.

[BlackAkuma]

If there was one thing that Mickey would never miss, it was the sound of a bitch trying - and failing - to breathe. While she greatly preferred choking the air out of her prey and squeezing them like tubes of toothpaste, she was also perfectly content to just blast it out of them, too. Especially when they gave her such a tempting target.

Hiroyuki might’ve had the height advantage on her, but that counted for considerably less when they were on the floor like this, equals, and his back might as well have had a bunch of targets drawn on it. His body did what his body had to do - curling up, protecting his sides, and giving her the kind of opening she craved.

Mickey didn’t even think about it, no more than a starving dog thinks about a bloody steak falling at his feet. She pounced, threw herself around his body, arms reaching for his neck…

…right into the punch.

She took it on the chest, drilled into the sternum, and it was enough to knock her off her feet and send her crashing into the nearby shelf. She hissed at the impact and the sore spot, but something above drew her attention before she could complain. What was-

”Fuck-”

Her impact knocked a toolbox off the shelf, and it was falling toward her head. Mickey got her arms up just in time to protect from the crash and save her skull, avoiding what might’ve been the dumbest, Looney Tunes way of losing a fight. But it was still far from a pleasant experience on her forearms, which took the brunt of the impact.

Mickey shook it off, grabbed the shelf for support, and rose to her feet fast, looking to get a bead on Hiroyuki again and continue the assault.