I was in the mood to hit some balls. I suppose yours will do.

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Who: Eli and Majima
What: a cobra versus a one eyed snake
Where: batting centre, FDC
When: Dec 6, 2011
Warnings: Fighty and sweary and more fighty

There was a batting centre.

In the back are the men's toilets. The stall in the far corner has a note taped to the door: OUT OF ORDER

Go inside.

There's a secret door.

Go. Inside.

Go down all the stairs. Go through the corridor. Step into the light.



Yeaaaah, you're here.

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Eli went to that battling centre. She went to the back, into the men's bathrooms. She opened the out of order stall. Then the door inside that stall. She carried herself down the steps, through the corridors and into Majima's magnificent stadium. She was definitely there.

However. Majima was not.

Had Eli been sent on a wild goose chase? ...Again? The idea of being so thoroughly embarrassed two nights in a row made the snake's blood boil.

She stepped into the bright light in the center of the ring, her fists clenched at her sides. "Coward!" she yelled, thinking that maybe he'd have his cameras on her again. With that, she turned around to leave.

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"Keep yer tits on," grumbled a voice from the shadows, "I been here all day."

There was a faint click-clack of Majima's snakeskin shoes against cement as he strolled leisurely down the opposite corridor. A faint ember could be seen from the cigarette in his mouth, and he wore a cheerful yellow addition to his head - a construction helmet.

A few of his men followed behind him - one passed him a clipboard to inspect, while the other held out an ashtray for his convenience. After a few signatures and a stubbed out butt, he dismissed them with a wave of his hand.

He took his sweet time getting up the steps into the ring itself, savouring the slow build up of tension, the deafening sound of silence in between his footsteps. Majima's face, normally a flurry of maniac emotion, was utterly stone cold unreadable.

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At the sound of his voice, Eli turned back around again. As he took his time making his way over to her, she took the time to look him up and down a few times. Perhaps to make up for Majima's unreadable expression, Eli was clearly looking a little wild with anger. With her eyebrows lowered and her teeth clenched tightly together.

The man's peculiar boots didn't go unnoticed.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting," she hissed.

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"Naaah." Why, perish the thought. He brushed it off with a gesture of his hand, speaking as casually as if he were welcoming back an old friend into his house. That crooked smile returned to his face as though it had never left.

Majima loosened the chinstrap on his hardhat and slipped it off. His entire body was so relaxed, it was hard to tell that he was anticipating a fight at all.

He gave the headgear in his hands an idle toss into the air, toying with it as he boasted, "How do ya like it? Took the blueprints straight from Purgatory~" His one eye cast a pleased glance about the ring, a king in his own castle. "This baby'll pay for itself in no time."

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Until Majima said anything about it, Eli realized that she hadn't fully taken in her surroundings. She quickly looked the ring over and offered the man a curt nod in reply, although her expression implied she wasn't impressed with the ring one bit. "Fine," she replied.

She paused for a second, her eyes lingering on Majima's boots again. They were really... irritating her.

"This is yours?" she asked.

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"E-ve-ry inch~" Majima was in the meanwhile amusing himself with an improvised little pop 'n' lock number with his arms. Why was he dancing. This man was insane. "Even bought out the batting centre. Ain't like anyone was usin' it. Kids these days~..."

With a snake-like flick of his arms, he threw his hardhat into the air again, and dropkicked it far off into the seats. It hit a something with a loud clatter that reverberated in hollow echos across the room.

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Again, Eli didn't seem particularly impressed. With the fact that Majima owned the ring, or his eccentric dance moves. She just nodded at him for the second time.

"There's a stadium at the school, you know," she replied. She widened her eyes, smiled oh-so-slightly and added, "Maybe that's why no one comes to this shitty centre."

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Eli probably couldn't tell, but Majima had a knowing wink on his face. "We'll see 'bout that, girlie." His voice practically oozed from the twisted smile he wore, a mixture of venom and giddy anticipation.

He spread his arms out in a dramatic fashion, wide open and welcoming for anything Eli felt like throwing at him. Another brazen taunt on his half.

"Now. Let'sss get started."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, a great grinding sound shook the stadium. From above, the bars of an elaborate cage began to descend slowly upon them - there'd be no escape once they were in place.

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More than anything else, at that moment, Eli really wished Majima would stop with the obnoxious nicknames.

As Majima put on his silly little show, Eli took off her sweatshirt and tossed it aside. She cracked her knuckles and rolled her neck while the man taunted her with open arms. Her stare was, to say the least, rather unamused.

When the cage appeared, she gave Majima a quick look of confusion. She wouldn't be able to leave if she wanted to. Not that she would, but she didn't like the idea of being contained anyway.

She focused. And socked him in the head as hard as she could.

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The one-eyed man had invited the blow, and he took it full force. As his head snapped backwards from the strike, an excited shudder coursed through his body - Majima could feel the blood inside his body howling. It was like a flick had just been flipped in his brain.

He put guard up, shielding himself with his fists. This girl hit harder than he would've guessed, but he still wanted to see more. What else did she have to offer him?

Couldn't let this end all this too quickly, after all.

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Immediately, Eli was fairly irritated that Majima didn't hit back after her first strike. Too caught up in the politics of Pokemon battling, Eli hesitated for a drawn-out few seconds. She shook her fists and darted to the left, so she could hit him from another angle.

She threw another punch, but this time aiming for his shoulder.

"Afraid to hit a girl?" she asked, and attempted to land another hit towards his head.

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Majima could smell the confusion in between her first strike and the second. Still a rookie, wasn't she. Hesitation was a death sentence in a real fight - there were no rules, no mercy.

He blocked the second blow, and as the third punch came hurtling towards his face, Majima-- was gone. There was nothing to hit but a blur and a faint purple afterglow where he once stood, too fast for the eye to properly follow.

"You got ink," observed a voice from behind her. "You yakuza?"

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Eli's eyes widened instinctively as she missed her third hit, and she stumbled slightly when her fist didn't connect with anything. She let out a grunt of frustration, realizing this was one fast motherfucker she was dealing with.

She turned around quickly- albeit not as quickly as Majima had moved- and offered him her angriest stare.

"What the fuck is that?"

And she tried to kick him in the chest.

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He sidestepped again, this time shift to the left. Eli's foot once again caught only air as the one-eyed human blur dodged her.

"Guess not," he mused. In another burst of inhuman speed, Majima was suddenly behind her again - this time, striking back in an unrelenting combination of punches and sweeping kicks. His body moved like a twisted dance, ruled by some unpredictable rhythm only he could hear.

Perhaps it was a trick of the eye, but as he moved, traces of a purple aura could be seen. Battlelust was brimming in his face and his eye, hypnotized by the heat of battle.

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She stumbled again. Considerably moreso this time, however. She almost fell over completely when her foot met with absolutely nothing. Just as she caught herself, Majima had finally started to punch back. After taking a good amount of hits, Eli toppled over awkwardly, landing on her own leg.

Recovering as quickly as possible, Eli stayed low to the ground and attempted to trip him with a sweeping kick of her own.

Fighting Majima was like going up against a fucking Accelgor who had used Double Team a hundred times. And it was not sitting very well with the clearly agitated Arbok.

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This time, she actually managed to hit him. Majima fell, joining the snake on the ground. With a grunt, he just barely caught his fall with his hands. There was a smirk on his lips as he soaked in the exhilaration of a well struck move, but it was quickly replaced by the thrill of a counterattack.

His legs swept up and around like a windmill, striking anything or one in range. It was a recovery move that looked like it belonged on a breakdance floor, but hit with a wide radius, and got him back on his feet.

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That wide radius included Eli.

Majima's foot met with Eli's face and she spit a good amount of blood aside. Thankfully, she recovered from the hit impact quickly. She let out another angry snarl and she launched her entire body at the man's legs in an attempt to knock him over.

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Unfortunately for her, Majima was already standing and as evasive a bastard as ever. He slid just out of her grasp in another burst of purple, this time circling her in a blurry ring.

Oh god he just kept moving. He was a perpetual goddamn blur. Oh god. The aura around him was growing and growing, until what had once been like tinted smoke was becoming visible flames.