Match of the Millennium

Description: Bougie British (kick)boxer Coco and bestial brawler Braun face off for the first time in their NFG quarterfinal match!

[BRAUN]
It has been quite the journey for the past few months for NFG's own burly beastman. A cruise around the world. A mythologically themed tournament complete with cosplay and acting. A [REDACTED] [REDACTED] followed by [REDACTED].

....It's almost as if he couldn't wish for more.

So yeah, needless to say, Braun's not been shy about letting his opinons on the whole matter of the NFG tournament be known to anyone willing to listen and unable to censor him in casual conversation. Yet, he's still here. He's still fighting...so -something- good must be coming from it. He's not above simply bouncing from something if he's totally fed up so. His people are attached to the makai. Certainly he could find work either there or still among the human world as he did before he entered this tournament series. So ...why hang around?

An unfortunate sense of attachment that has grown between himself and the others may have something to do with it. They've liteally been through death and life together at this point. He's got some standings among them ...so perhaps it's worth seeing it through just to be among a group of champions and to cement relationships he didn't realize he would actually miss if they vanished.

Plus, fame. Fame's good.

Said fame accmopanies him as gathered fans, The Beasts, roar and hoot and make a general nuisance of themselves as the immense fighter comes leaping into the eked out combat zone in a display of acrobatics and frenzied movements that defy his massive frame. Chi boils and rips through the air around him as he spins and then lands hard onto his side of the ring into a crouched position and then straightens back up again to bring his massive arms up and towards the sky. A deep throated lion like roar belts out from him, blasting over the area as he turns about, allowing his immense physique, furred hide and the energy crackle about his claws to be on full display. Freed from the island his traditional costuming has been restored in all of its roughneck, mercenary-biker-thug glory. He turns towards the camera and grins, pointing at it as he rumbles, "You aint got no faith in me, eh Lou? That's fine. Like bein' the under'cat' in a fight!"

Another bestial snarl vibrates the area as he turns to await his opponent, "Let's go babe! Beauty and the Beast it is! It's time for us to have a good old fashsioned, 'Fete'!!"

[COCO]
Coco has been on a journey for the past few months herself. However, hers has been something of an unusual arc in that it's almost been a normalization; a return to a status quo that was obliterated at the end of the New Fighting Generation's first season. She had begun that season as a pretty face that had travelled the world by cruise on somebody else's bill, a Muay Thai novice who didn't even really want to fight. During that first season, her comforts had been stripped away, perhaps as much through negligence as intent. She had had to fight. She had had to train. She had had to /clean/. She'd made enemies, a lover and friends for life. She'd unlocked a gift she'd spent her whole life not understanding. She had well and truly given it her ass.

And then, just as she'd started to feel empowered to be a new, better Constance Coalbridge, her face had been destroyed by fire, and all of her feelings of power and independence along with it.

At the start of this time around, she was, in a sense, reborn. Her face had been successfully recreated through some of the most advanced medical technology on the planet. (Perhaps it came from Zack Island.) She'd been back in the familiar comfort zone of drifting through a world of sunshine and luxury. She'd defeated her rival Chevy one on one once more. She'd been chosen to play a sexy goddess on telly. And she'd finally had the chance to fulfill her adolescent dream of meeting Zack, who turned out to not be dead after all, just like she'd always suspected.

She'd also had to fight for her life against giant snakes, giant lizards, giant frogs, and a giant <CENSORED> named <REDACTED>, but she's weirdly at peace about all that. In fact, considering how satisfying she found destroying containers full of monsters, she's been wondering if box kicker is a potential career path for a kickboxer.

In short, she sort of feels like she's come full circle. A revolution around the sun that has become a revolution in her life. A journey back to where you started doesn't mean you're the same person as when you left.

And in light of the fact that she feels back in that place, she's arrived at the beachside battleground in the same outfit that she'd chosen for herself a year ago, when she'd finally decided to take herself seriously as a fighter. Angel and Daisuke had helped her pick it out. She would have liked to meet up with Angel while they were in Mexico, but had been too busy recovering from the trauma of truck-napping in her cabin.

The outfit consists of a fitted black vest that zips down the middle with a large hood designed to resemble that of a cobra when it's raised and a pair of ridiculously tight distressed acid-wash cutoffs over a black bodysuit with cutout side panels. Her legs are covered from thigh to toe by mesh open-heel-and-toe stockings suspended from her thighs by black leather garters connected with metal heart-shaped loops. Her knees and lower legs are protected by black-and-red shin guards, while her arms are protected by matching elbow guards and gauntlets over arm warmers with more straps similar to the garters around the biceps.

World-class beach or no, she's had enough of the bikini life. Her outfit isn't about flaunting ass. It's about kicking ass.

(It's also kind of about flaunting ass. Those shorts are -tight-.)

There's that bit of a squeaky sound of friction between various fabrics as Coco the Cobra Queen saunters up to her place across from Braun and pushes her hood back out of her face, letting the ocean breeze blow through her purple hair.

"A party, is it?" Coco hums as she limbers up by stretching one of her legs up above her head in a throwback to her first-season tendency toward showing off as a pre-match tradition. "I'm always up for a party. Besides, we've never fought before, and I'm dying to find out which is scarier between me and a certain overgrown nerd we're both familiar with." She gives a wink as she lowers her foot back to the sand, then lifts the other up behind her, giving it a bit of a stretch as well. "It's nice to be doing this for fun again. Well, I suppose it's a tournament, but as far as I'm concerned, it's all fun and games until someone loses their face."

COMBATSYS: Coco has started a fight here.

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Coco             0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Braun has joined the fight here.

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Coco             0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0            Braun

[BRAUN]
"Atta girl!"

Braun's deep rumbly voice vibrates with that odd distant german accent rolled in with that sort of street Metro City brawler cadence. It drawls out over the area as he lifts a massive limb up, palm turned upwards as he gestures at Coco.

"Nice threads." he adds, "Lookin' hot -and- ready to dust it up! Me likey...."

Yeah the lack of the stress of fighting for your life or being impaled by an evil scientist's horrifying symbiotic infection certainly can do wonders for increasing ones mood. It's all about the competition now. Zack Island almost seems like a far away nightmare.

Likely famous last words but nevertheless, in the here and now, Braun seems pleased with Coco's approach to this all and the confidence she's displaying. However:

"Course, it looks like -I've- got somethin' to prove or at least remind folk of. I took down Genie ...."

He suddenly bursts into movement, flashing from sight with the sudden rushing speed usually associated with a shell fired from a Battleship as he crosses the distance between himself and his opponent in the space between heartbeats. Her trained eyes -might- spot him, naturally. They wouldn't be here if they weren't appropriately talented. But speed alone is not the issue. Size -and- speed.

Or as another legendary fighter might put it: Speed and Weight!

Said weight comes crashing down towards her as Braun's body seemingly re-appears, already airborne and going into a whirling whipping spin kick that drags an immense foot around with an audible *WHOOOOM* bursting through the air from the sheer force of it.

"...And yer gonna go down as well!" his words emote, catching up with his movements as that massive leg comes bearing down onto Coco with crushing force.

COMBATSYS: Braun successfully hits Coco with Aggressive Strike.

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Coco             0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0            Braun

[COCO]
A smirk plays on Coco's lips as Braun expresses his appreciation for her attire. "Indeed. Who says that fashion can't be practical?" she says, posing further to demonstrate the flexibility afforded by her outfit, lifting and bending her knees with rapid strikes at the air in succession as she starts to settle into her Muay Thai guard.

She cocks her head to one side when he mentions Genie, though. She owes the girl a visit. It feels like it's been a year since they've spent time together - mostly because of what happened at the end of her tournament last season, and the shift in her affiliations that had happened afterward.

It's that thought weighing on her mind that distracts her from the more pressing issue - specifically, the giant foot about to clobber her in the side of the head. She tries to get her gauntlets up to block the attack, but -

*WHUMP*

- she finds herself staggering to one side from the blow, senses reeling before they refocus on the bestial brawler.

"Right. That's your free one sorted," Coco says as her expression sharpens, silver eyes looking to lock on Braun's as she attempts to sink the fangs of her gaze into him. As she does, she lunges at him, attempting to grab his shoulders with her hands and drive a knee into his midsection in order to try and double him over. If that works, she'll swing a leg around to try and latch herself onto his shoulders, then twist her midsection to send him stumbling around while projecting the same spinning sensation she'd be experiencing as a mental overlay through the previously established connection - an effect likely to prove vertiginious if he doesn't manage to resist or avoid it - and finally sling him to the ground with a jerk of her hips with a lingering intoxicated sensation!

COMBATSYS: Braun blocks Coco's Singapore Sling.

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Coco             0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0            Braun

[BRAUN]
"It aint no freebie, darlin'. Maybe I'm just -that good-! ... WHOULF--"

Braun's quippness comes with draw backs. He's busy starting to chide Coco on not paying attention and as a result he himself barely manages to react in enough time to bring his massive forearms up to blunt that knee as it rises for the virtual wall that is his midsection just as he recovers from the recoil and reverbation of his initial pouncing attack.

Or perhaps..it was something else. Something claws at his mind. A sensation of something that is there that should not be. It wars with his primal nature. His bestial inner core and the raging monster within that perpetually pulls at the chains binding it. Coco's psychic touch brushes against this dichotomy. An animal that reacts and moves on instinct and primal power in a constant tug of war with the man that guides it and a deeper monster lurking within kept in check by forces imposed upon him.

This chaos seems to work in his favor however. In the space between thoughts he shrugs off Coco's influence while whirling his body backwards into a handstand from which he then presses away from her just as she darts away herself in the aftermath of her full combo failing to completely connect.

"Tth... Tricky, tricky. Better stay out of my head. Braun isn't that easy." he warns though he gives her a fanged smile. All in good fun.

He suddenly presses off the ground, and once more is lunging at her like a rocket ship. His own chil blazes and burns to life now as he dives in, moving to a springing leap from all four and then twisting in mid air to go into a diving slashing attack. Contrails of red and black drag behind his immense arms, following the jagged swatch of his claws as they bear down on her. It looks more lethal then it actually is, of course. This is professional fighting and they are indeed pro's. They can tear into the monsters of Zack Island or engage in an 'all ages' one on one tournament bout. That doesn't mean it won't hurt like hell if he lands the hit!

COMBATSYS: Coco blocks Braun's Beast King's Decree.

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Coco             0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0            Braun

[COCO]
"I doubt you can keep me out of your head for long, fluffy," Coco remarks after righting herself from the handspring she's used to abort the failed leg throw maneuver. With Braun already on the attack again, she only has moments to shift her posture and bring her gauntlets and one of her knees up to protect her body from the claws and the black and red chi that accompanies them. Bits of synthetic material are sent scattering across the sand on the impact, but the Muay Thai princess manages to stand her ground, planting her raised foot back in the sand to arrest her backward slide as she pivots forward into a hard straight punch aimed for Braun's center of mass!

COMBATSYS: Braun blocks Coco's Fierce Punch.

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Coco             0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0            Braun

[ROXANA]
Sitting quietly in the shade and wearing a sunhat over her long black hair is Roxana. She's sipping on a soda and dressed in a pair of wide leg cream trousers with a matching sleeveless crop top in a waistcoat style, that leaves her belly button bare. A diamante stud in a silver setting has been attached to it, giving the illusion of a piercing. On her feet are a pair of silver flatform flip flops and covering her eyes are some silver metallic framed sunglasses.

As she takes a somewhat loud sip through her straw, she gets a glare from the group of fans next to her who are focusing intently on the fight. From what the Nebraskan can see, they seem to be placing bets with each other on who will win the brawl.

Of course Roxana's money is on her mentor Coco. She's a fan of Braun too, but there's no way she'd forgo loyalty, and besides, the Englishwoman is a formidable fighter. "Come on, Coco!" She calls out across the crowd, hoping that her encouragement will reach the posh pugilist's ears.

[BRAUN]
Another resounding impact thuds through the area. Sand flies, a blur of golds and browns blurs and Braun catches and redirects that powerful punch with a massive palm. It's far from effortless. She's fast and his defenses are being worn at.

But he grins nevertheless, making it -seem- effortless. He's a showman.

"Are you sure you -want- in my head babe? Besides, princess, even if you got in there... my secret defense is that there aint that much to muck around with. So you'll probably get lost.

It's abit self depreciating but such is his sense of humor. Arisa didn't quite get it. When he bit at her with a sharp greeting he thought he was being witty and that she'd just snap back at him. She didn't appreciate it. Coco, however, has the bark and the bite.

All that being said, he's a fight to try and win and the urge to prove something seems to be rising. He recoils from the blow but doesn't back off fully and instead reaches with a rushing blur of movement, attemting to get in around Coco's guard and flank her - his enormous arms coming up and reaching out to try and grasp around her and envelop her from the side. His great height and speed are an advantage here. Long of limb and great of mass - there may not be enough from her to escape as he belts out, "..But since you wanna get in so close - let's go then!"

A successful grapple gambit would see Coco drawn in - and then launched upwards into the air with the giant beastman as he goes spiraling up in a move that is one part Izuna Drop and one part Spinning Piledriver. Again chi lashes out around them as the air whirls and slashes and Braun seeks to drive her back downward into the sand in a spectacular crash with him coming down on top of her!.

COMBATSYS: Braun successfully hits Coco with Cyclonic Driver.

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Coco             1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0            Braun

[COCO]
There's a bit of a breezy blowback from the impact of Coco's fist colliding with Braun's palm that ruffles the posh pugilist's purple hair. She sniffs at his comments, lowering her arms back into guard.

"It's okay; I've been practicing on Morgie to prepare myself. It's pretty much the same thing, far as I can tell."

Braun has an advantage that Coco hasn't had to deal with before, though - one of a significant size difference. Normally, the clinch and close combat are where she thrives, but she hasn't had to deal with being wrapped up in the arms of a giant during her time in the NFG.

(She'd managed to avoid Zog and his inflated sense of huggability while on Team Blaze.)

As her attempts to power or slip out of the beastman's grasp falter, she finds herself taken up into the air before being driven in the tornado of chi down into the beach, sending a titanic spray of sand in every direction. When the resulting miniature sandstorm starts to clear, she's on one knee, holding her head and grimacing, her attire (and parts of her skin) displaying several new signs of distress thanks to the cutting wind, increasing their fashion rating by a good 8 points.

"Now that I've been, I'm not sure I want to go back," she says between coughs as she pushes herself back to her feet, her stance less steady now. "It's the smell, really."

As she turns her gaze defiantly back to Braun, though, her eyes focus - and this time with a sharper potency as she attempts to capture his own stare with hers, all the while lowering her upper body forward and coiling like a snake.

The earlier usage of her empathic stare was probing, testing. This time, it's hypnotic, compelling - paralyzing, potentially. It's rumoured that the gaze of the cobra has the power to hypnotize; that same power is certainly present in the silver eyes of the Queen Cobra. If Braun isn't able to avoid it, he'll find himself feeling that effect - and, cruelly, the cold, painful sensation of being impaled through the side, the failing of senses and fading consciousness, a fresh and vivid memory transposed through eye contact.

It would only be a brief sensation - but once Constance Coalbridge feels that the desired effect has been had, she'll use that moment to capitalise, twisting and spinning forward with a singularly vicious overhead kick at lightning-fast speed aimed straight for Braun's head!

COMBATSYS: Braun endures Coco's #Cobra's Fang#.

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Coco             0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1            Braun

[BRAUN]
"Now I know I got you ruffled, princess - going for such low hangin' fruit as trying to say I smell. You think I'm some sorta barbarian? I been getting the finest spa time and baths th'Mermaid has to offer. I know I smell good." responds Braun as he rights himself after his own impact and lands roughly - sliding backwards a few paces to ready for another assault on Coco.

Looking up, their eyes lock again and once more the Beast feels the Beauty attemting to drive her mnetal hooks into his mindscape. Ironically he's had some brushes with Psycho Power. With one of his mentors being a mind controlled proxy for the head of Shadoloo itself, taking an interest in the NFG at one point to see who could be corrupted and pulled into its snares... But his mental training and fortitude only goes so far despite his words to the contrary and the psychic grip of Coco's powers land home - sending searing pain ripping through him. To audiences it probably looks like the giant suddenly staggers, eyes bulging and body wavering as the unexpected shocking feeling rips into him - reminding him too closely of the battles back on the Island. By the time he's recovered, Coco's foot is launching down at him and the conjoined force of the mental anguish and the power of her blow sends him thudding violently into the beach with force to shake the combat area.

The beastman grimaces, letting out a sudden roar of anguish, eyes squinting shut as he tumbles backwards to try and get away from her and reset his spatial awareness. There is a visible tightening of his muscles and straining of his garments. Chi burns and races through his limbs as he coils back, dragging an immense arm behind im and building up a huge boiling cauldron of energy.. His teeth grit, eyes starting to blaze now as the power builds up - and then he suddenly lunges forward at her - springing into a leaping swipe that brings his arms around and sends both his limbs and a massive burst of crackling red energy sweeping through the air for her.

COMBATSYS: Braun successfully hits Coco with Raging Thunder Roar.

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Coco             0/-------/---<<<<|=======\====---\1            Braun

[COCO]
Coco lands in the aftermath of her assault with equal poise to that with which she prepared for it, transitioning smoothly into a kickboxing pose with one knee and both gloves raised. A self-satisfied smirk spreads across her lips as Braun roars and rolls away.

"Now who's ruffled? Now, be a good boy and - oh, f--"

The pure aggression that Braun has put on display is perhaps unmatched by any of the other fighters that Coco has fought in her time in the NFG. Sure, Hawksley's not one to pull punches, Djamila might have had a lot of anger, and [REDACTED] - well, best not go there. But Braun operates on a different pace, and Coco's normally rock-solid defense struggles to contend with it here.

She braces herself as the wave of red chi washes over her, trying to fend it off with her shin and arm guards, but the blast rips right through her guard, further shredding her equipment before burning fabric and the flesh beneath. The front of her vest and shorts and the stocking of her defending leg are left in tatters by the wave of energy, her new look already reduced to a vestige of the outfit she entered the proverbial arena with. Fortunately, the panel-cut skintight bodysuit underneath seems to be made of somehow more advanced fabrics, resulting in little more exposure afforded than what the outfit already provided. Whether the NFG's content advisory team provided her with the bodysuit in question or some more shadowy organisation is responsible remains a mystery for the moment.

She's also knocked back on her ass across the sand, letting out a cry of pain as the sharp sensation of sedimentary friction burns her skin on top of everything else. She drags herself up to her feet, dusting off her backside with a grimace and pouting at the bestial brute.

"Alright. If you insist that you're such an olfactory marvel..." she says as she starts to weave back closer to Braun, "...let's try getting personal again!"

With that, she throws herself at him, trying to latch on with her hands on his shoulders and legs around his waist.

"In fact... let's get sexy!"

If the attempt has worked, she'll throw herself backward in a flip, using the power of her legs and core to try and slam him into beach and roll on top of him. From there, she'd use the dominant position to try and deliver a barrage of blows with fists and elbows to the face!

COMBATSYS: Coco successfully hits Braun with S.O.T.B..
>>> Punitive Hit!!! <<<

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Coco             0/-------/------=|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2            Braun

[BRAUN]
It would seem that her bite is indeed worse the her bark.

Braun goes slamming down into the beach, another plume of sand rocketing up in all directions around him and Coco as the Muay Thai pricess begins delivering a series of rapid fire attacks to his large frame that would do any roughneck brawler proud. His arms come up to attempt to deflect and defend himself from the barrage but the daze caused by the twisting fall and the force of the blows combine to work their way around his guard and send flashes of white into his eyes from the dizzying pain and disorientating force.

'What a way to go'' - he thinks 'Craig Marduked by a barbie doll.'

"Hrngh!" he grunts out, finally mustering the defense to reach upwards. Another flashy blast of chi erupts as her last punch slams home into the palm of a rapidly enlarging hand. His body filling out and expanding towards twice it's previous size. His hair beocming manelike and his visage taking on a more visibly lion like vestige.

In this guisie he spins, pushing up from the ground in an attempt to throw Coco from him and then his colossal arms shove up from the sands, trailing a plume of it behind him as he twists in mid air and then attempts to return the favor. A series of rapid fire enormous kicks and huge destructive swipes of his arms come hurtling forth - each attack trailing a cornoa of chi behind them and then, once he lands, he then leaps once again with a final swiping 'x' like move of his arms in an attemp to pass her by with a scything tear of energy following the arc of his swings.

After this, he lands roughly - going down towards one knee and skidding backwards ready to collapse all together.

COMBATSYS: Coco blocks Braun's Monarch's Relentless Fury.

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Coco             0/-------/---====|>>>>---\-------\0            Braun

[COCO]
Freud - at least, the gestalt of Freud in the collective societal consciousness - would likely have a field day with the rapid expansion of Braun's body in response to being mounted by Coco. Heck, Tom and Lou would probably have a field day with it. Especially since they have the narrative license to know that move is called 'Sex On The Beach.' Luckily, Freud, Tom and Lou are all off at the Plaza de Todos right now, and, being a proper young lady of the upper bourgeoisie, Constance Coalbridge has the good grace and breeding not to read anything uncouth into it -

"Enjoyed that, did you? Got a thing for Barbie Dolls?" Coco says with a smirk even as she has the good sense to roll off of the swollen brute, if not the class that the unreliable narrator of the previous paragraph attributed to her.

Her silver eyes focus as the first of the rapid-fire kicks comes flying at her. Her physical form is invisibly reinforced as she engages her will, forearms coming up absent the wrecked gauntlets to fend off the gigantic foot with nothing more than her own flesh. Again and again she twists her body to present new surfaces - a knee, an arm, the side of a hip - to meet each blow. If anything, the liberation from the heavy gear seems to renew the vitality of her guard.

Still, deflecting such thunderous blows with her body - even the parts hardened for the purpose - takes a steady toll in bruises and lacerations. Her mind has proven capable of great feats over matter, but imperviousness isn't a reliable capability. By the time that the cross-shaped claw attack burns into her side, marking her leg and arm, she too looks ready to collapse, doubling forward in pain in front of the kneeling behemoth.

"What a way to go," she breathes airily, her chest (now barely covered by her bodysuit) heaving with each inhalation near his line of vision. Somehow, there's a compulsion to keep an eye on that action beyond what may or may not be a natural one. Maybe it's not just her stare that's hypnotic. "Mauled by a giant fluffy kitten."

If he doesn't manage to physically or mentally break that effect, Braun might leave himself open to having that mane of his grabbed by Coco - and not in the gentle manner that her words might suggest, as the next moment will find her exposed knee rocketing up toward his chin in an attempt to put the 'giant fluffy kitten' down for the count!

She too will tilt on the verge of collapse after the attack...

...but might just stay standing yet...

COMBATSYS: Braun fails to interrupt Tequila Sunrise from Coco with Whirlwind Fang.
-* CRITICAL FAIL! *-

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COMBATSYS: Braun can no longer fight.

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[BRAUN]
"Heard that did ya? Ttth. Forgot I was finding some sorta brain scanner wanna be X-Man." He doesn't much like the thought of his inner thoughts and dialog being spied on but ..here we are. "Better be careful so you don't end up overhearing something that aint been cleared by the ratings board - but I have a feeling -you're- the one they'd have to worry about the most..."

Braun's deep voice rumbles out with a heavier growl and augmented rumble then is usually associated with it given his battle-form .. but despite his words he somehow still manages to come across as mildly amused. Frustrated. But amused.

Said frustration is magnified when his assault is blunted. It pushes Coco to the brink, that much he can see. There is some mild satisfaction there but 'to the brink' isn't 'over the brink'. He turns his body towards her but there is a pause as his eyes meet hers and then settle over her form as if compelled to do so by more then just the usual reflexive gaze. At the last instant he pulls free as if identifying the distraction for what it is.. There's no time for a biting comeback of his own as his movements occur just as her own does. She seems to blink back into awareness right infront of him and he pivots - moving too late - into an attempted pin wheeling, claw scything, upper cut.. but moves past her ineffectively as she grabs hold of his mane and manages to pull him back down before his momentum can carry him away.

The knee slam does the trick, crashing into his broad jaw and spinning his immense frame around and over to send him landing, violently, into the sand with a final burst of it spraying everwhere. A crackling burst of energy erupts out from him in a brief volcanic like blast - leaving his body back to its less gigantic but still vast form. He is down!

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"Heard that did ya? Ttth. Forgot I was fighting some sorta brain scanner wanna be X-Man." He doesn't much like the thought of his inner thoughts and dialog being spied on but ..here we are. "Better be careful so you don't end up overhearing something that aint been cleared by the ratings board - but I have a feeling -you're- the one they'd have to worry about the most..."

Braun's deep voice rumbles out with a heavier growl and augmented rumble then is usually associated with it given his battle-form .. but despite his words he somehow still manages to come across as mildly amused. Frustrated. But amused.

Said frustration is magnified by the fact that his assault was blunted. It pushed Coco to the brink, that much he can see. There is some mild satisfaction there but 'to the brink' isn't 'over the brink'. He turns his body for a final assault, there is a pause as his eyes meet hers and then settle over her form as if compelled to do so by more then just the usual reflexive gaze.

At the last instant he pulls free as if identifying the distraction for what it is. There's no time for a biting comeback of his own as his movements occur just as her own does. She seems to blink back into awareness right infront of him and he pivots - moving too late - into an attempted pin wheeling, claw scything, upper cut.. but moves past her ineffectively as she grabs hold of his mane and manages to pull him back down before his momentum can carry him away.

The knee slam does the trick, crashing into his broad jaw and spinning his immense frame around and over to send him landing, violently, into the sand with a final burst of it spraying everwhere. A crackling burst of energy erupts out from him in a brief volcanic like blast - leaving his body back to its less gigantic but still vast form. He is down!

[COCO]
Coco stumbles backward after her own knee strike, the impact reverberating through her body as her eyes go glassy and she nearly passes out. The energy discharging from her fallen foe snaps the Brit out of her daze, her body turning to deflect the sand from her face and front.

"What was that about brain scanning X-Mans? No idea what you're on about, babes," she says as she brushes particles away from her arm and leg. "You sure you didn't say that out loud?"

She relaxes her shoulders as she sees that Braun doesn't seem to be getting back up. "Oh! I guess that's me the winner then, is it? Aww, who's a good boy?"

She smiles cheekily at Braun and blows a kiss before turning to the crowd to blow another, holding her other hand up in a fist. She nearly falls over again after a moment, catching herself just in time. "Oh, God. I think I'm going to need a pina colada, stat."

[ROXANA]
As the fast and furious fight reaches it's dramatic conclusion, Roxana is up on her feet, whistling and whooping for not just Coco, but also for her opponent who truly give it his ass on the beach today. When Coco blows her kiss to the crowd, Roxana blows one back and then goes in search of a Pina Colada to satisfy the victor's craving.

As she moves through the crowd she recognises some familiar faces, including those of the purple wearing muscle men she'd spotted at her own fight with Tanwen. The memory of that match turns her thinking towards her third place match, which she has heard will be against Arisa. So her first and last match of the season will be with the same opponent, and likewise for the Welsh woman when she faces off against Albert in the final. She supposes that provides a satisfying symmetry of sorts. Brazil is sure to be a blast, but first the Nebraskan is going to enjoy her time on the beach in Columbia. "Dos Pina Coladas, por favour." She orders from the bartender as she reaches his booth.

Log created on 17:24:01 12/09/2024 by Coco, and last modified on 13:13:14 12/24/2024.