And He Started Kung-Fu Fighting (Monique/Kenichi)

Everything happened so fast, first thing Monique swung her fist to the karate man, and in a blink of an eye she was sent flying off into a table. Her face stuck in awe, she grit her teeth and lands back first with a hard 'THUD' before it toppled over under the sudden weight, toppling over upon the chairs as well as she knocked down majority of them from the collision. Flabbergasted, Monique was left upon the ground laying in the mess as she grumbled to herself.

"The one guy I look for wants to school me instead of giving me a fight.."

She groaned, pushing pass the new aching sensation of her body to kip back up soon enough, as she began to eye the other down sight back to the goading other. As of this time without a response, Monique instead took hold of that same table she landed on and lifting it with ease as she began to charge her way towards him a third time.

"The last thing I need is another damn lecture!"

She yelled, tossing it the furniture with all her might as she continued to barrel her way forwards in hopes of catching him in the midst of dodging the object which way, let alone breaking it. Although instead of listening to what the chippy kung fu man had to say, Monique went all in as of this time leaping for a second time in the air for a wrestling like maneuver as she aimed a full on dropkick square in hopes of hitting him square in his chest.

"Come on now. Don't be like that. You've got good form, but your overeagerness, while charming, won't make you strike me any sooner!"

Kenichi offered a hearty chuckle in response to her scathing words. Though he initially mocked her to rile her up, his instruction was genuine. Nothing could be gained with strikes shot forward in haste. In his days as a neophyte fighter, his deceased muse reminded him of that error several times over. As such, he felt it only proper to impart that knowledge to others. Of course, whether or not she intended to receive it was entirely up to her.

It made little difference right now. His hazel eyes widened in awe as the woman lifted the table and ran forward to through it against him. An impressive use of one's surroundings! Remaining stationary would prove ineffective as a result, forcing him to rise from his chair in an instantaneous burst.

Think, think, think. Catch table and let her strike through and kick him square in the chest? Catch woman and get hit by table? Throw the table back at woman? None of those! In a flash of creative liberty, Kenichi kicked that chair forward like a lightning bolt with enough centrifugal force to stop the hurtling table in its tracks. Darting his head upward like a hawk, his arms shot forward to grab her legs - if she broke through the topmost section of the table - aiming to seize them with his immense strength like a vice-grip.

What followed next in the event his actions bore fruit was reminiscent of the type of display one would find in the humorously frantic scene of a kung fu film as Kenichi maintained his grip around her ankles, pushing her body forward as though he were mowing an imaginary lawn.

"Dragon walks tiger. My special technique! Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!"

"Keep sayin that till I kick your-"

Monique's eyes bulged from her head as her words were cut off as not only her attacks was canceled, but outright countered as her legs were clutched within the man's vice like grip and giving her no choice but to catch her upper body from falling with her hands before she could hit the hard ground as she tried her best to struggle her way from his grasp with little to no avail. This guy seemed to be full of surprises, before she realized what he was planning until the last minuet as he broke off into a sprint and treated her like a full blown lawnmower

"H-hey what the fuuuuck!?"

Monique cried out as she instinctively did her best to adapt, using her hands to crawl forwards the more her opponent pushed her, stumbling from time to time as she felt the ground scrape against her palms. Though nothing felt more painful than being in front of so many people, ruining a tough persona she had worked up since she was young. Though at this point, there wasn't any reason to fight whatever this was, what better way to do so than to embrace it?

After a number of yards of these shenanigans, Monique had began to keep up her assailants pace with progressing ease almost like her arms were a second pair of legs. However, as sudden as she can make it, Monique used both arms to push her torso up a couple of inches off the ground as she proceeded to tuck her head and cover neck to curl her body in a half roll, testing her flexibility as she risked it all to make the attempt to grasp her rival's ankles as he was still focus with moving forwards, in attempt to reverse the roles!

Monique was certainly a resilient one, wasn't she? Such a fact brought Kenichi no small amount of amusement. His pace rapidly increased as he traversed the environment using her legs like a handlebar. From the way she was contorting her body, it appeared as though she was attempting to return the favor. His mind presented two options.

He could simply move his legs out of her general range and continue rolling her along the area, or, he could allow her to take the reigns of their engagement and see how much strength she possessed. Out of sheer curiosity, Kenichi felt compelled to humor the second option. Thus, in a sudden shift, he feigned shock, allowing the woman to seize him by the ankles during her roll, looking back with a goofy gaze of trepidation, expecting her to return the favor.

"Uh-oh..."

Oh how the turn tables! As Monique finally took control of the situation, a snarky smile curled over her lips as she made sure the best she could that this guy wasn't getting away by any means. As much as even she would admit it, she was enjoying playing keep up.

"You not the only one that can come up with new moves!"

Instead of pushing her opponent around Monique was quick to decide as she began to spin in place, easily building moment as she began to push herself to dizzying speeds.

"Special Technique: Twisting Trouble!!"

"Oh noooooo!!!"

In his most passionate Joseph Joestar voice, Kenichi found himself on the receiving end of a dizzying spin. Although he was mainly exploring a guesstimate of her strength, she did certainly pack some strength in that small build! Proof was being put on full display for everyone to witness as he struggled to regain his footing, his arms flailing about as he tried to hold onto something, anything to "free" himself. In his quest, he grabbed a ketchup bottle, targeting Monique wherever an opening presented itself.

"This is my counter! Special Technique: Ketchup Gun!"

As soon as her smile came round, it was replaced with a splash of red as Kenichi propelled a squirt of ketchup sauce in her face, making the woman flinch as it had definetly gotten in her eyes, immediately burning them.

"Aghh, fuck!!"

Though she wasn't going to let Kenichi get away scott free from such a salty strike, Monique kept her grasp upon him for a moments longer until she tossed him with all her might in any direction as she began to tend to her eyes, rubbing her eyes profusely.

"Got you! Hahaha-aurgh!?"

His loud guffaw was promptly cut short as Monique tossed his body through the air. Since there was no specific direction, it allowed Kenichi to reorient himself, effortlessly sliding across a table. Rising in an imperceptible flash of movement, he grabbed a silver plate, slamming it against her belly with playful relentlessness. For what it was worth, he truly was enjoying himself.

"Second Technique: Silver Plate of Death!"

Monique scrambled to scrub away the condiment from her face, struggling from the stinging sensation from her face.

"Ungh...the fuck was- unf!"

By the time Monique was able to see at least considerably, all she could see was a smiling face of her opponent, until she felt a strong force go straight to her stomach, knocking the wind out of her lungs with a grunting wheeze as she began to drop to a knee placing her hands to ground to catch her breath for a moment.

"That- was a..cheap shot!"

Being so low to the ground, Monique used this moment to tuck her knees to her chest, compressing herself as if she were a spring, storing that build up of energy to let it out in an unruly show of force. With a great show of strength, Monique lifts herself off the ground as she tried to propel herself straight towards Kenichi for headbutt straight to his gut in retaliation.

"Super Special Technique: Buck Shot!"

"There is no such thing as a cheap shot in a battle! Only opportunistic momen-Goahhugh!?"

Before Kenichi could finish that sentence, he felt the tiny boxer barreling into his gut like a torpedo launched at full speed. The act was enough to catch him off guard as the momentum of her body carried his own through a table.

The collective force of their bodies broke the table in half, and for a moment Kenichi looked as though he was truly down for the count. It would prove little more than a ruse, however, his body roaring to life as quickly as it fell.

Kenichi's arms shot forward like bullets at full speed, wrapping his arms around her waist. If he earned purchase properly, the fiery martial artist would dash toward the next table, leaping through the air to perform a body slam.

"Ultimate Technique: Dragon's Bottom!"