Match of the Millennium

Description: Inspired by George Eddow Ford's sales spike after hosting their first-round NFG match, the Natural Earth Food Store in Sunshine City hoped to jump on the profit bandwagon! But, after this knock-down, drag-out battle royal between Ayala and Chevy, they may have to settle for breaking even...

[CHEVY]
- A few minutes ago -

Chevelle Beaumont felt she was ready for this fight. A trip to Mt Shasta left her both physically exhausted and spiritually invigorated, and all the more motivated to learn more about the art of fighting! The farm girl had spent a good amount of time sitting under a waterfall she'd happened to find, just... standing in the path of the super-powerful stream of water. She would have spent even longer if the zoo hadn't chased her out.

A taxi had dropped her off just outside the Natural Earth Food Store. It had taken a bit of convincing to get the driver to let her carry two full buckets of water with her. And a bit of pleading for mercy once the driver realized they weren't completely full when he pulled the car to a stop. The point is, she's here now, and both buckets are perched at opposite ends of her staff, making a neat diagonal line as she leans against the painted stucco. Dressed in denim cutoff shorts and a concert-style t-shirt from Hard Rock Cafe's Southtown location, the Team Thunder fighter is messing about on her phone when a store employee approaches her.

She looks up from her phone, tilting back to her feet.
"Oh, hey, sorry, I'm just here for the fight."
Words are exchanged.
"Okay, sure, I'll... wait."
She arches an eyebrow.
"You're telling me the fight's -inside?-"

- Now! -

"Who the heck sponsors a fight -inside- a store..." mumbles Chevy to herself, as she takes a look around. The pole rests securely on a shoulder as she walks past the aisles of wooden shelfing, tracking over to the fruits and vegetables section. It smells heavenly, compared to the rest of Sunshine City, but Chevy just seems... nervous about what could happen. At least here there seems to be more room to swing her buckets without hitting something off a shelf.

She glances back to the helpful employee who escorted her here. "... I dunno, I always feel bad when I put food to waste." The water in her pails sloshes about uneasily.

[AYALA]
Her little romp in this dimension hadn't exactly been running to plan. Ayala's path to get stronger had some progress, but it had come at the hands of a lot of gruelling training and some crushing defeats. She should have known a place with this many people would have a lot of talented fighters. Therefore she had submitted herself to even more intense workouts and getting more serious about her training--most of this was self-imposed, since she knew better than to let Juri have to administer it herself. 'Scary Twin-tailed woman' was not to be trifled with. Even coming from a primitive background Ayala could figure this out. Maybe it was the intense murder aura she gave off. Something like that.

Thus, when Ayala rolls up in the van, in her cavewoman finest fur bikini outfit and scarf, she was stone cold sober. This was somewhat new for her, as she'd gotten too used to such when doing wrestling and other sorts of things back in South America for cash.

Ayala enters the sliding doors of the store with a confident but bright expression on her face, part of this is all mental, after all. There might be a few fans hanging out, whooping, but she's also not one of the biggest draws right now, so to speak.

"Wooo! Ayala here to fight farm girl! Is she ready?" she announces, drawing near yot Chevy and doing a few little stretches and roll of her head, joints popping. Getting ready. The scene WAS a little surreal to Ayala. For one she was still unused to seeing THIS much food in one place. A lot of the open-air markets down south had surprised her, too.

COMBATSYS: Chevy has started a fight here.

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Chevy            0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Ayala has joined the fight here on the right meter side.

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Chevy            0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Ayala

[CHEVY]
Chevy's picked up some fans over the past few weeks. She just doesn't recognize them as... well, -fans-. The people who track her around have a tendency to not stand out a whole lot -- but here in the midst of an organic food store, they kind of do. They're wearing clothes kind of like her -- t-shirts with pro wrestling logos or concert venues. Two folks actually have a shirt with the same logo, a bucket with water spilling out the top; the product of a fan community that sprang up to compensate for 'girl next door's' complete obliviousness to online community growth.

One of her fans made the mistake of asking an employee where to find the 'regular' salt. He's getting chewed out in the background.

Chevy, true to form, doesn't notice any of this. She only turns when Ayala calls her name -- at which point she raises a hand. "Ayala! Heyyy, it's so good to meet you!" She glances over to the employee, and in a quieter voice, notes, "Hope it's okay if I set my phone here.." She sets her device, which looks to be fully waterproofed, right on the edge of the mango section.

Stepping to the produce section's widest area of part of the produce section floor, she raises her pole. Buckets slosh with water, as she spins the pole into a full revolution. "Yeah, I'm ready now. Let's rock!"

Cameras had been placed beforehand. An official-looking person is around. And the store employees are on watch for maximum collateral damage. Good thing they have a great insurance policy! The lights grow dim -- and a sound emanates over the PR! As good a sign as any!

"Well, here I come!" Chevy swings her pole around -- and then suddenly thrusts it towards the ground near Ayala's feet, hoping to hook a bucket around her ankle. If she manages to secure a hold she'd jerk sharply to the side, knocking Ayala right onto her keister!

COMBATSYS: Ayala blocks Chevy's Weapon Trip.

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Chevy            0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
"Ayala want good fight, best woman win!" the curly blonde haired cavelady beamed, putting up her dukes at either side of her and hopping up. She means it.

"Yeah! Ayala ready!" she begins by approaching Cehvy carefully, like an animal stalking--but is ready when the pole comes up and around. There is a heavy WHACK of the pole against bone as Ayala brings both arms up to fend off the attack, grimacing with pain and giving a bit of a snarl afterwards. Chevy's phone is not considered a threat naturally and is therefore safe, Ayala is too busy trying to evade whatever hold Chevy attempts there.

This does however leave Chevy close enough for Ayala to perform one of her signature heel kicks as she jumps up on one foot, bringing her other foot up and trying to crash it into the other girl's torso somewhere. Unlike in whatever matches she performed in South America, however, the cavewoman puts full force into this--as hard as she can.

COMBATSYS: Ayala successfully hits Chevy with Spinyshell Kick.

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Chevy            0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0            Ayala

[CHEVY]
Chevy's fans appear to have gathered near the dairy section, out of harm's way, but still close enough for their cheering to be heard. It's pretty unobtrusive, thankfully; Chevy seems to get distracted easily.

Ms Beaumont -had- done her research on Ayala's fighting style. Though when she first watched the most recent video, she was more focused on Ayala's fiery opponent. So she didn't pay close attention to the hallmark signatures of the feral fighter's style. This may take some adjustment, she realizes, as her buckets collide with arms; water sloshes about in her buckets, but only a few drops splash free.

Chevy's quick to bring her pole back around afterwards -- though the heavy weapon makes it a bit hard for her to deal with the followup attack, meaning that Chevy ends up getting kicked -hard- in the stomach. "Nngh!" She staggers backwards, using the inertial heft of her staff as an aid in keeping upright.

"Alright, then..." With a quick flick of her wrist, she dumps the contents of one of the buckets onto the floor behind her. (This... gets her fans cheering; one of them gasps aloud!) Chevy's slides both her shoes into the water and grins back at Ayala. "Wanna see my new trick?"

The water surges in strength. And in the next moment, Chevy is practically surfing a wave as the water carries her forward -- and, keeping her opponent's stance in mind, she seeks to make full use of the advantage of speed -- to scoop Ayala right off the ground, whirl her around in mid-air, and deposit her upside-down onto the floor!

COMBATSYS: Ayala dodges Chevy's Mudskipper.

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Chevy            0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
Ayala was vaguely aware the farm girl could control water, somehow. It was a neat trick, but not one all too surprising for her, since she knew chi existed. Ayala had demonstrated some tricks like that herself, with the electricity. Right now however, Ayala was glad Abigail had convinced her to trade out her hand-crafted fur boots for some converse sneakers--since it was about to get a lot more slippery around here!

The cavegirl is able to avoid the surging jets of water, dancing back away from Chevy--which does cause her to accidentally knock over a few bits of produce from one of the aisles--hopefully they're insured. Ayala then attempts to jump up and delivery a haymaker to Chevy's jaw, though one might ask what the benefit of getting closer to that surging water is as she comes down!

COMBATSYS: Chevy counters Quick Smash from Ayala with High Tide.

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Chevy            0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0            Ayala

[CHEVY]
So a few oranges and limes got knocked free of their bin, big deal! That's maybe a few bucks' worth of merchandise, easy. And they're probably still good to eat!

But Chevy's wave won't stop there -- she'll continue surfing her way down towards the front of the produce section. The hydromancer won't want to get too far away though -- which is when she prods the tip of her pole into the floor, using it as a brake as she lifts one foot up out of the water, turning to face Ayala again.

It's right then that she realizes Ayala's got a fist careening towards her. "Gah!" she yelps, using her earlier momentum to 'slingshot' herself out of the way of the strike, using her pole as an anchor. As Chevy's feet touch down on the far side of her pole, the pole itself raps against Ayala's wrist. And at that point, Chevy's pole has the leverage it needs to twist Ayala's striking arm off-course, using the feral fighter's forward momentum against her!

It just so happens that Chevy's redirection sends Ayala hurtling towards the banana bin in the process...

[AYALA]
It turns out, Ayala is engulfed by a jet of water--throwing her across the room. A heap of bananas does break her fall, however that bin wasn't as big as it looked and she still takes a decent bump from it, nevertheless. She pulls herself up, sitting up from the pile clearing a few of the fruit pieces scattered around her person, grunting. "Ayala not hungry now--" as good as they do smell, she's serious.

Wringing one arm, she growls and surges with chi energy as she jumps up--running on all fours on the side of the shelving near to Chevy, leaping off it and springing toward her--trying to bring the full fury of her fists and teeth down on the farm girl.

"Ayala got an appetite for battle! Nyaar!" yes, she gets a bit... worked up.

COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Ayala's Tooth & Nail ES.

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Chevy            0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0            Ayala

[CHEVY]
"Oh. Yeah... I wasn't crazy about the peaches before, but they smell heavenly now..." Chevy's freckled face breaks into a smile. It's good to know that fights don't have to be all 'rawr, rawr' and angry affairs.

But, in the next moment, Chevy realizes that Ayala is showing, while not anger, an intensity that demands her full focus! Ms Beaumont steps backwards, gripping the pole with both hands, and interposing it into Ayala's path! While her pole is able to block Ayala's torso from getting any closer, the dedicated pressure is such that Ayala's still able to reach past that and land some considerably savage hits against Chevy's upper arms and head. The freckled girl fights back as hard as she can, before finally managing to break free...!

"Haha -- you're gettin' me fired up too!" Having cleared a couple meters between herself and Ayala, Chevy swings her pole in an x-shaped swath, building up momentum. And then she lunges in quickly, with an attempt to swing her pole low, and then sweep up at Ayala from below!

COMBATSYS: Ayala blocks Chevy's Spout Toss.

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Chevy            0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1            Ayala

If Chevy had managed to grab hold, she'd have swung Ayala up and over her shoulders -- dropping her right into her pool of water! Which would spring upwards like a geyser, blasting Ayala into the air. If everything went according to plan, that'd be when Chevy would snag her ankle out of the air and toss her at the pineapples, but...

[AYALA]
Ayala winds up trying to grab Chevy as she leaps at her, her hands grabbing onto her pole and thankfully it's able to keep the cavewoman back. At least from those gnashing teeth of hers. It doesn't save her from her nails, though. Damn metal pole--she wanted to grab it with her teeth, and probably seemed tempted to! But that is not good candy, as they say. It was kind of like being attacked by an angry mountain lion.

Ayala is still holding onto it when she's swung--which causes her to crash down into the floor and water below. However she manages to tumble and come to a skidding stop with her sneakers, one hand slowing her to a stop as she pulls herself up.

As she raises, she turns to Chevy, she notices she's still riding her water, but then blinks a little and notices... a bottle of orange juice floating by? Oh shi--power up!

Flicking the cap right off with just her thumb, she chugs that sugary fruit juice goodness, while running back a bit away from Chevy.

"Haha, you can't stop Ayala!" as if trying to shine her on.

COMBATSYS: Ayala gains composure.

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Chevy            0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1            Ayala

[CHEVY]
Extra mushy bananas; juice bottles on the loose; oranges, lemons and limes rolling about freely, and puddles of water that seem to move about on their own. Things could be -much- worse here in the produce department.

Chevy draws her pole up before her, in expectation of another attack from Ayala, only to realize... oh, wait. She's drinking.

"Oh hey, that's a good idea..." she starts, before blinking rapidly. "... Wait, do we gotta pay for 'em?" She looks to the employee who was talking to her earlier -- and then back to Ayala. Maybe she shouldn't have asked...

Swallowing her pride, she steps backward, giving her pole a quick twirl as she repositions it behind her. Her left hand stretches out, palm pointed towards Ayala.

"Anyway, yeah! I might just have to find a better way to deal with your speed!"

As Chevy speaks, though, the water leaps from the floor, like a snake, seemingly moving of its own accord. It takes a long, spiralling path around Chevy, before finding its way back to the empty bucket. Chevy grins back at Ayala: "Hope you got enough orange juice to tide you over..."

At this point, a few of the fans by the dairy section give each other a loud high-five. "Haha, she said it!"

COMBATSYS: Chevy gathers her will.

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Chevy            0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1            Ayala

[AYALA]
"Come after Ayala! Farmer girl scared?" Ayala is getting a bit wise here, tossing a few of the soggy waterlogged bananas and other things at Chevy as she stops, skidding on the floor as she turns back to face her. Farm girl is not seeming to actively pursue her, so this changes her plans, it would appear.

"If you don't want Ayala then she comes to you--" she leaps up onto the side of one of the produce bins and leaps off, turning as she does so to try and deliver a spinning roundhouse kick to the side of Chevy's midsection!

Some romaine lettuce meanwhile goes flying as she jumps, celery in the air--it's a bit chaotic!

COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Ayala's Tail Spin.

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Chevy            0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1            Ayala

[CHEVY]
Chevy blurts out her response: "I ain't scared!" In her mind, she's not -- but in previous battles she kept pressing forward so frequently and so fast that she found herself bereft of the energy needed to sustain the attacks. Here -- and especially now after the harrowing battle atop Mt Shasta -- she is being more deliberate with her strikes, heeding the quick, stoic response of her tutor.

Wasteful, that was the word he'd used. Fighting upon the frozen pond, water was plentiful. Here, it is not -- she only has the two buckets. Unless she wants to make the produce department -really- angry and break their irrigation system, that is. So gathering it back into her buckets, and marshalling her strength, was the order of the day.

"Sure, be my guest!" hollers Chevy, in appreciation of her opponent's high spirits! Though, she's not just going to take the hit -- moving quickly, she brings her pole vertical, letting it absorb the brunt of the attack, letting only -some- of the force of Ayala's kick impact her ribs. "Nngh..."

It'd be a shame if Chevy didn't take advantage of the close quarters, though. Grinning, Chevy aims to capitalize on Ayala's standing kick as she swings the bottom of her pole forward. "You know, greens are good for you!" If she's able to sneak that pole in, she'd suddenly use the water in the offending bucket to blast the pole upwards, jerking Ayala's foot upwards and spinning her about in midair -- and then Chevy can toss her right into the lettuce bins!

COMBATSYS: Chevy successfully hits Ayala with Corner Store.

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Chevy            0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1            Ayala

[AYALA]
Ayala contacts Chevy with her foot and leg, there is a booming noise of what might have been her ankle off the metal of the pole Chevy carried, which probably hurt. What hurts more is her slipping on the floor and skidding as she lands, getting pulled up by that gout of water. She's spun around, her arms legs, hair and scarf going flying--causing her to come crashing down to the floor, her whole body getting washed across the floor and bumping into one of the refrigerated shelves, her whole body soaked as she pulled herself up.

Whatever she had been trying to do, it didn't seem to work--and now she was left with few options. Ayala instead glared right toward Chevy and steeled herself, trying to keep her remaining wits about her with how worked up she was. Not really anger, but more like determination!

COMBATSYS: Ayala focuses on her next action.

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Chevy            0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1            Ayala

[CHEVY]
As the 'girl next door' in her hometown, Chevy is used to being something of the center of attention, for better or worse. But it also means she got an early education in -not- blindly carrying out people's requests. Unless, of course, it was something she really wanted to do anyway. Ayala had taunted her for not making an approach just a few moments prior, and once Chevy's attack lands true, the farm girl expects that Ayala's still wanting her to rush in. For now, though, Chevy holds her ground -- sweeping the water away from the floor back into her bucket, as she twirls her pole to the side.

"I done watched your fight with Hawksley. You got some of them shocking attacks, don'tcha?" Chevy grins -- but rather than leap right into the fray, she aims to keep her distance. She whips the pole around for an attack -- but stops the pole by slapping in into her palm, unloading one bucketfull of energy-laced water to hurtle towards Ayala!

COMBATSYS: Chevy successfully hits Ayala with Rinse Cycle.
Glancing Blow

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Chevy            1/-------/=======|=======\=======\1            Ayala

[AYALA]
Ayala is fast, though she's not quite fast enough to avoid the full blast of that pelting water as she is grazed by it--not getting thrown back or down by it this time, just slightly pushed back until she could wriggle away. This still leaves the floor slippery around her, and her a bit off-balance, which was the exact opposite of what she wanted.

"Not the only tricka Ayala do--" she bared her teeth and pulled in all the energy she had, taking a few steps back before running--doing a gainer off one of the produce baskets again and surges forward, into the air.

Ayala is flying through the air human torpedo style, with her hands interlaced and is glowing with chi energy, trying to barrel into Chevy and send her flying as well!

COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Ayala's Falcon Hit ES.

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Chevy            1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0            Ayala

[CHEVY]
With one bucket hurled outward, Chevy grips her staff with both hands, bringing it up to her defense once more. It may not be as heavy with only half its payload, but it's what she's got at hand.

"Well, let's bring it on! I'm eager to see it!"

The farmer girl's positive response gets her fans cheering in the background. It's a breath of fresh air, with so many fighters in the more advances leagues resorting to trash talk to win fights against their opponents. Chevy seems genuinely -excited- to be involved in this sort of battle -- her opponent is just another eager participant, after all, willing to contribute to the show! And she's just as thrilled to see Ayala bounding off one shelf, twirling around like a parkour master. "Whoa!"

But the wonder and mystique aren't everything she brings to the table. When Ayala barrels forward, Chevy brings her staff up with both hands, barring the cavewoman's progress! ... Partly, anyway -- for Ayala's momentum has the pair barreling backwards, with one of Chevy's buckets carving a swath of destruction throughout the produce section! Pears, apples, honeydews, watermelons, and pineapples go flying from the force of Ayala's attack, sending up a storm of mushy fruit the likes of which practically demand a "Fruit Ninja" style parody meme mashup in the coming days. Chevy grits her teeth, digging in her heels -- but alas, the floor is still slick from all the water she's been sloshing about it, and the squeak of her canvas shoes is loud enough to drown out her grunts of effort in resisting the chi-laced attack...

As it turns out -- Chevy can take a lot more abuse than she might let on. As she finally is able to shove back against Ayala with her staff, her skin seems to have turned a shade of sunburn red from all the energy hurled about. Not to mention, her carefully-coiffed hair has been frizzed out and swept back from the static... Chevelle has a -very- bright smile as she makes a quick slash with her pole, emptying the bucket onto the floor underneath Ayala -- and then tossing the pole -aside!-

For her next attack will be to lunge forward at Ayala -- and grab for her shoulders with both hands!

And if she manages that, she'd use her hog-rasslin' expertise to twist the cavewoman sideways, and slam her into the fresh pool of water. But she wouldn't hit down -- for a geyser of water would blast her upward, right back into Chevy's waiting embrace -- allowing Chevy to grab hold of Ayala once more, and powerslam her into the grapefruits!

COMBATSYS: Ayala blocks Chevy's King Tide.

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Chevy            0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1            Ayala

[AYALA]
That one took a lot out of Ayala, being chief of the tribe back home hadn't quite prepared her for stuff like this. Her impact against Chevy drove the other girl back, though she was able to meet her and fend off the rest of her aerial charge, so to speak. She lands back on the ground, holding one of her shoulders--god she dislocated it. She grips her injured arm by the wrist and twists her--screaming unintentionally as she pushes it back into the socket, before panting, taking a few steps back away from Chevy as she tests moving her arm back around. It still worked, by a miracle. Ayala reaches up and plucks a fragment of banana peel out of her hair, before tossing it aside with a wince.

As Chevy jumps towards Ayala the cavewoman tries to put a foot up against Chevy as she's knocked onto her back, hard--rolling backwards and throwing the farm girl off her, likely harmlessly into said grapefruits, before scrambling back up.

"Ayala never fought this hard before, it make her anxious," she brushed her hair back and up, the water having soaked it and left her long blonde curls plastered against her head. As Chevy might be recovering over there, Ayala stalks right up to her, while glowing a strange green chi aura, trying to grab onto one of Chevy's wrists before taking her spinning along with her.

"AYALA FIND OUT HOW WELL FARM GIRL DANCE!" indeed, the air around Ayala has become filled with these weird phantasmic green motes of light and glowing energy, like someone just ripped a seam somewhere in the mako lifestream.

COMBATSYS: Chevy parries Ayala's Dance Floor ES!

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Chevy            0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0            Ayala

[CHEVY]
Chevy grimaces as she's kicked out of her grapple attempt -- she'd really thought she was able to read Ayala a bit better there! "Oof..." she grimaces, dropping low to the ground as she withdraws. She reaches for her pole, bringing it back into her hand. And while Ayala recovers, the pools of water start gravitating back towards Chevy, funneling back into her buckets...

Panting, Chevy decides to stay low to the ground, nodding in concert with Ayala. "Yeah... this is pretty intense! You're a great fighter, Ayala, it's been a trip an' a half fightin' you...!"

Truth be told, Chevy's t-shirt is soaked through and through as well, from the numerous missteps and blocked attacks. Maybe that's -another- reason her fans are cheering her on. Waterdrops glisten on her skin as she grins back at Ayala, rising to her full height. Those waterdrops take on a green pallor as Ayala's aura approaches...

Ms Beaumont draws in her breath, backing away in a start. Her staff slams into the bin of grapefruit -- and the water splashes into the bin with it!

And when Ayala reaches forth to grab Chevy's wrist, Chevy throws up both her arms before her in fear.

Ayala manages to grab hold... of a grapefruit instead, flung into her path from the fruit bin! Chevy backs away, keeping her staff behind her. Ayala is a fearsome fighter, and each successive grasp looks like it might succeed as well -- but for a last-second dodge from Chevy, and an opportune intervention from a grapefruit, each miraculous time.

Panting with exertion, Chevy manages to leap backward from the last swipe. But she's not done, yet -- for she swings her staff around, the contents of the bucket spilling it to fall along the length of pole. She then shoves the pole forward at Ayala...

And a storm of high-pressure lances of chi-laced water thunders out, strong enough to pierce through the curtain of flying grapefruits -- and drive into Ayala like a miniature, overpowering rainstorm!

COMBATSYS: Ayala dodges Chevy's Nor'easter EX.

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Chevy            0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
It is a bit amusing once Ayala realizes she's holding onto just a grapefruit--blinking a little as that green glowing energy surges around her--and also throws off the balance of her saunter across the space they're fighting at--she realizes her opponent is nowhere near her fearsome dance technique. Ayala squeezes the grapefruit until it explodes, with one hand, groaning a bit.

"Ayala tried her best," she nodded a little, before looking back at Chevy, she's still able to sidestep the jet of water from the bucket and Beaumont's staff--standing again and popping a few joints in her neck.

"But Ayala not give up, and she hasn't seen red yet--" her body begins to crackle with electricity. "You said you want to see Ayala shock people?" she sucked in a huge gout of air and then reared back on her haunches, springing towards Chevy with the yellow chi energy wreathing around her!

COMBATSYS: Chevy dodges Ayala's Volt Bite.

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Chevy            0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0            Ayala

[CHEVY]
Chevy's mouth gapes wide as she watches athletic Ayala neatly avoid the string of attacks she'd manage to hurl out. "Wow... you're really somethin'! I thought... I thought for -sure-..."

Of course, Chevy also finds herself overextended, much as in her previous fights. Ayala is pushing her right to the limit! The Southern belle makes a point of clamping her jaw shut and breathing through her nose as she draws back, declining to offer her hazy, half-formed thoughts as Ayala expresses her determination to finish the fight!

Chevy draws her staff close, pivoting sharply to her side to minimize the profile presented to the bestial brawler. And even that isn't enough to spare her from the electricity arcing past, electrifying the droplets of water all along her staff, and sending tingling sensations all throughout her dampened skin. "Eeeeh! That was close!"

But for now -- the buckets are empty, but Chevy still hopes to put them to use as Ayala thunders past. This time, she steps in close, aiming to lash the staff under Ayala's arm. If she manages to get the bucket past that arm, she'd tug sharply, hoping to pull Ayala close by the arm -- and then with the aid of the slippery floor, twist her downward!

COMBATSYS: Ayala blocks Chevy's Quick Throw.

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Chevy            0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
"Urrrrgh--Ayala tired..." this is pretty evident, both of the fighters are 'blown up' to use the wrestling term lightly, very tired--and it's likely only a moment before one of them drops--though even as she takes that metal staff to her chest--hitting her there instead and yet failing to catch her.

"Aarrghh!" it really hurts, since the only thing she had to fend it off was those abs--which are pretty tired as well already, to be fair. She cringes and brings an arm up, trying to deliver a haymaker back to Chevy!

COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Ayala's Swift Backhand.

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Chevy            0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0            Ayala

[CHEVY]
Tired. Yeah, that's a trend. Chevy gives a slight chuckle at the honest admission. "Yeah... same here..." she comments, drawing back after her staff ends up doling out more brute force than she'd intended. She hops backwards, eyes squinting as she tries to stave off sleepiness -- and raises her staff once more. But when Ayala comes in with a haymaker, she doesn't even have the wherewithal to use the staff for that -- instead, just relying on her own self-defense, raising her elbow and forearm to ward off the punch. Knuckles glance across bone in a way that draws a pained hiss out of the farm girl.

"Just... a little bit more!" she cries out, to the delight of the fans gathered around. She centers her staff, bringing it up vertically -- and then tries to spin the staff, hoping to entangle the weary Ayala's arms with the staff and twist her down to the produce section floor!

COMBATSYS: Chevy successfully hits Ayala with Mix-Up Throw.

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Chevy            1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0            Ayala

[AYALA]
Ayala brings her arms up too late this time, getting them tangled and thrown to the floor by Chevy's staff. She winds up trying to rise back up to her feet, though she's wavering--looking like she's just about to drop. With her last ounce of strength she brings her foot up, trying to crack her foot against Chevy's upper body before she collapses. Oof.

There is probably some flash photography going on at this point at least, since goddamn that was a drag out fight.

COMBATSYS: Ayala can no longer fight.

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Chevy            1/-------/=======|

COMBATSYS: Chevy blocks Ayala's Spin Kick.

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Chevy            1/------=/=======|

[CHEVY]
Chevy, at this point, is much too exhausted to try much of -any- of her water-based techniques. After managing to bring Ayala to the floor, she's able to maintain a firm grip on her staff. And she thinks, for a moment, that might be the end of it -- but even on their back, true fighters fight till the last! Chevy's barely able to get her staff in the way of that last-ditch kick from Ayala -- and even still, her arms are only barely able to mitigate the impact as her staff is rammed into her abdomen anyway. Sneakers squeak on the concrete as Chevy skids backwards, grunting with pain. Her shoulders dip forward in the recovery -- and Chevy -might- not be standing for much longer.

But, she seems to be able to weather the storm. Chevelle Beaumont is, in fact, still standing. And it takes her a few moments to process that.

Her cheering section catches wise immediately though, throwing up their hands and shouting. Little known to her, some of the crew have stuck with her since the Southtown event -- and now, they're able to join in.

Chevy rests the tip of the pole on the floor, and using it to help her stand a bit more upright.

She smiles back at Ayala, wiping her arm across her forehead. "Ahhhh! That was a close one!" And now... even with all the ruined food everywhere, she asks with hope in her voice: "Oh, and hey... are you hungry -now?-"

COMBATSYS: Chevy takes no action.

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Chevy            1/------=/=======|

COMBATSYS: Chevy has ended the fight here.

Log created on 13:40:04 07/01/2023 by Chevy, and last modified on 08:15:21 07/02/2023.