Description: While there was a stipulation disallowing Vanessa to go after any of Big's targets, that never ended up being an issue. (Winners: Vanessa and Mr.Big)
Similarly, the moment that the fights were announced, Vanessa made it a point to linger around the area, but never really make an arrival. The more it became obvious that Big wasn't showing his face... the more she resigned herself to the fact that she may as well make an appearance. She's lacking her usual blazer tonight, if only thanks to the dull humidity that clings to the air, and a good amount of the merriment that comes alongside these fights has been washed away by her supposed partner... but with his -absence-, she's looking forward to whatever comes her way.
Even if it's Cody and D! dogpiling her in the worst possible way.
Nodding towards D! when she sees him, the redhead offers a broad smile, saying, "Looks like you're not the only one who's late," her head canting to the side. "Guess we're gonna have to change the arrangement what with that goon've Geese's gone." Turning her attention towards the judges, either of her hands in the pockets of her khakis, she waits for the officials to divvy up the new roster-- and wonders, briefly, where on earth Cody is in the first place, her eyes scanning the immediate area for him.
Of course, she could find herself just as aggravated as she was when she got the notice. What she's hoping, in the here and now, is that Big's absenteeism sticks.
"Folks," announces the first of two color commentators, off into the void of television and also onto radios that several fans have brought to the event, "We're a good hour late, and it's looking like the even might be shaved down to a one on one... Vanessa and Heavy D! are here, but there's no sign of the third or fourth competitors, Cody or Mr. Big, in sight."
"That's right, Steve," adds the second, with a nod. "These two will give us a compelling match to be sure, but it seems the fans were definitely looking forward to the two versus two we had planned. It's possible that -- wait, what's that?"
A member of a local gang abruptly bursts into the established fighting area, holding his arm, practically crying, and obviously fleeing from something. Shortly behind him comes Cody, already bent lead pipe in hand, guffawing mightily and calling after him, "Haha! Hey! If I catch you, I'm gonna --" Halfway through the arena he realizes where he is and stumbles to a halt, looking around and then coughing nervously. "Sorry. I had... I had a thing to do."
*Thump* *Da-Thump Da-Thump* *Thump Thump* *Da-Thump Da-Thump*
The deep bass of an expensive sounds system turns the heads of the spectators as a cherry '65 Cadillac DeVille Convertible rolls up to the scene of a fight. As the car nears the sounds of the blaring music grows clear and the nefarious Mr. Big can be seen behind the driver's wheel, a redhead in the passenger seat and a blonde and a brunette in the back seat. Neapolitan anyone? As the car pulls to a stop, the redhead tosses the door open and slowly exits the car, her short red dress barely covering her slender legs. Walking around to the driver's side, she opens the door for Mr. Big who steps out of the car languidly and raises his arms to his sides. The blonde girl slips on his expensive fur coat and the brunette hands him his thick black walking cane as Mr. Big surveys the scene, a small smirk rising to his lips as his gaze falls on Vanessa.
Leaving his women behind, Mr. Big casually walks over to Vanessa as if he didn't have a care in the world. "Sorry I'm late Ginger, but," he says as he pointedly looks back at the women. "I had some urgent business to attend to," he says with a laugh. Setting both his hands on the top of his cane, Mr. Big glances at the two men in front of him. "So are we going to do this or what? We don't want to keep the fans waiting." Never mind that /he's/ the late one.
HeavyD coughs, nodding to Vanessa as he looks around at the antsy crowd, eager for a fight. "Yeah...well, I don't feel quite so bad anymore," he says with a chuckle, checking the wraps on his hands a bit before trying to look for his other opponent and teammate. "We might, huh?" Frowning, he checks for word from the people overseeing the fight. "I take it then you're not fond of this Mr. Big?" he asks Vanessa. Then, the crowd bursts open as the gang member speeds off, bawling, with a Cody not too far behind. He blinks at the thug, scratching his head a bit, before he just walks over toward the designated part of the fighting area he was assigned to. "Right." Cracking his knuckles and his neck, he waits for the fight to begin, giving both Cody, then Vanessa a nod in succession. Then...the Cadillac thumps in, bass rumbling and causing the boxer to twitch a bit. He's heard enough big bass systems to be thoroughly annoyed by them. "Crap," he mutters. This must be that Mr. Big guy Vanessa was supposed to parner with. And from the looks of things, he's NOT the sort that D! would like. "Nghh..." Looking to the officials, they shuffle papers a bit, converse, and try and figure things out...before they signal something. Looks like the original match is underway. Making his way back toward Cody, the boxer shrugs. "Looks like we're teaming then."
COMBATSYS: Vanessa has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Cody has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Cody 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vanessa
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COMBATSYS: HeavyD has joined the fight here.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: HeavyD focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Hah!
Upon Cody's entrance, Vanessa can't help but laugh openly, shaking her head at the self-proclaimed vigilante, though the action is hardly patronizing. "Good entrance, anwyay," she notes to him. "Got more of a flare for the dramatic than I originally gave you credit for." Cracking her knuckles, she turns her gaze back towards D!, smirking broadly. "Let's just say that he's not exactly on my Christmas Card list and leave it at that, shall we?" she notes to him insofar as Mr. Big is concerned. "Right now, he should be the least of your w--"
Oh, -joy-.
Vanessa's expression darkens considerably as Big makes his way into the closed-off area of the street, her gaze flitting towards D! the moment the other boxer's expression changes. Well... she's not about to let herself get disqualified solely because she has a vehement dislike for Big in the first place. Nevermind that the moment she looks over towards the faux-pimp, she can't help but say, "Nice of you to stop by," her tone low, unamused. "And that whole putting Ramon in the hospital before the King of Fighters fight? Real class, that."
Yes, she's paired off with him but, no, she doesn't have to like it.
Turning her attention back towards Cody and D!, she resigns herself to laying in wait for Big's own manuevering.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa focuses on her next action.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Cody nods to D! distractedly; he'd put more into it, but he's distracted admiring Big's ride. Nice car, that. After a moment, he jerks back to reality and blurts out, "What? -- oh, right, yeah. C'mere, c'merec'mere," he adds, hurriedly, grabbing D! and pulling him a few quick steps away from Vanessa and Big.
"Alright," he instructs, in a low voice. "You deal with the chick, I'll take the other guy. If you see me down where I can't defend myself, gimme a hand, and I'll do the same to you, a'ight? A'ight," he answers, on behalf of the boxer, and then breaks the huddle, whirling about to re-approach Big and Vanessa- big, in particular. "'sup," he offers, with a quick nod, before dropping into a fighting stance and, like 'nessa and D!, begin his own methods of focusing on the fight about to happen.
COMBATSYS: Cody focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Mr. Big grins as Vanessa comments about him putting Ramon in the hospital. "Now, are you talking about the first time I put Ramon in the hospital or the second? It happens so often I'm having trouble keeping up," Mr. Big admits, his wolfish smile as strong as ever.
Looking over at Cody, Mr. Big notices him staring at either his car or his women. "What's up playa?" Mr. Big returns with a friendly nod. "She's pretty ain't she? Maybe after the fight I'll let you take her for a ride," Mr. Big adds. It's not really clear whether he means the car or one of the women, though either will probably work in this case. "Well, assuming you're still conscious. So don't let me beat you too hard," Mr. Big advises with a laugh. Grabbing his cane in both hands, Mr. Big breaks it in two with a mechanical click. "Watch your feet playa!" Big warns as he whips his right baton up towards Cody, a line of fire-like chi trailing along the ground towards the man in its wake.
COMBATSYS: Cody dodges Mr.Big's Ground Blaster.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Idly wishing he knew what Vanessa was cursing about to Big, D! simply gives a nod back to Cody...and then he's simply yanked by the convict, causing the boxer to double back a bit. "What the..." Frowning, he hears Cody's instructions, brow furrowed. "...right," he says, nodding. He really wouldn't have minded hitting Big, if only for the car...but he might as well agree to the plan. Looking over to Vanessa, he nods to her, giving her a quick waves. "Guess we drew each other, huh?" he says with a chuckle, fists rising up. "Don' hold back, alright? Hope your partner doesn't distract you too much." And then, with a quick stomp of feet, he rushes Vanessa, ducked low as he runs before he snaps out with a searching jab. One that stops just before Vanessa's face in order to set up for the quick gutshot aimed for her ribs.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks HeavyD's Light Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
No dice, in this case.
While the hit that D! gives is a good one, and his sentiments are appreciated, Vanessa's entire manner seems to shift of one of a more... businesslike nature. This is just what it is-- a fight, without strings attached. Focus on the eventual earnings and the fact that she's partnered with a complete assmonger won't look too bad.
Sheeyeah, right.
That's anger, there, kids.
"Since when've you known me to hold back?" the redhead replies once her arms shift downwards and away from a guard position, their proximity making it easy for her to respond in kind to the attack that's levelled on her. In this case? It's an attempted shot to the other boxer's chin in the form of a swift uppercut, the likes of which requires no preceeding sprint. Loosening a grunt at the exertion that's levelled in it, she only allows her eyes to stray over to Cody and Big once the attack comes to fruition, her demeanor becoming all the more sour as she looks upon her supposed colleague.
No words towards him -just- yet. She'll leave that for later.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Vanessa's Dash Puncher.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Though not usually one to subscribe to needless fance, and yes that is a word because I just made it one, Cody can't resist the temptation to not simply jump over Big's fiery groundwave but flip over it. And flip he does, clearing the wave easily and advancing even as he hits the ground, stepping quickly forward and hopping into the air, spinning a full 360 degrees in mid-hop and thrusting his right foot out at Mr. Big's throat.
"I might take you up on that offer. I just hope you're not too battered to drive," he retorts, as he makes his attack.
COMBATSYS: Cody successfully hits Mr.Big with Crack Kick.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Mr. Big's smile is quickly fades off of his face as he catches a foot in his throat. "Gah!" he shouts as he stumbles back a step and rubs at his neck. "Okay, that's the last lucky shot you're getting," Big promises. Taking at step towards Cody, Big shoots his batons out towards the man's neck, hoping to lift him into the air once the sticks are firmly scissored around the man's neck. Should he be able to grab a hold, Big will then flip the convict around in the air and slam his head into the pavement.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Cody with Million Dollar Buster.
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HeavyD 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
"Always worth saying," D! calls back to Vanessa's reply, pulling his arm back to take the uppercut on his forearms, rather than on his chin. "Nn..." Grunting at the impact still, the boxer quickly tries to retaliate with a quick reach of his left arm, hoping to grab Vanessa by her shoulder, and forcibly repeat what he had tried to do to her before. Just more than once...a LOT more than once.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Vanessa with Reverse Stomach Buster.
- Power hit! -
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HeavyD 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Bang, bang, bang goes D!'s right fist, hammering into Vanessa's gut. Finally, after a few good hits, the boxer, pulls on her shoulder, tossing her to the ground and jumping back to get his guard back up. And taking Vanessa's ability to have babies was the LAST thing on his mind, for you thinking that his attack was cruel.
"Oh, -nice- one!" Vanessa sneers at Big, "'Least you got him back f-OOF."
...So much for mouthing off.
The moment he shoulders are grabbed, Vanessa turns immediately to look at D! with an oddly nonplussed expression, any attempts to raise her guard quickly refuted by the fact that her stomach's been handed the official 'you're about to rupture' pink slip. Or something. Good thing she didn't eat before the fight-- as, all told, the way that she doubles over just -shows- how much that hurt. Sent down and to the ground the moment the throw is enacted, the redhead has to regain her bearings at that moment, her insides fluttering in a not-so-great kind of way.
Ow. -Fuck-.
"Jesus -christ-," she croaks out as she gets to her feet, staggered. "Hit like that I won't -need- birth control." Rubbing lightly at the affected muscles, the former housewife once again turns her attentions towards D!, her eyes narrowing somewhat as she looks for potential openings in his guard. Finding at least one good one, she rushes back in, no matter how briefly enfeebled by the complaints of her abdomen. If she's able to seize hold of his jacket, well...
COMBATSYS: HeavyD endures Vanessa's Forbidden Eagle.
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HeavyD 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
When the other boxer fails to do much of anything in retaliation, the redhead is allowed to slam her fist across his face with the usual arc of energy coming behind it. And coming immediately thereafter? Well. What's to be expected, anyway. A sharp uppercut, with a similarly hued motion trail erupting soon thereafter with the typically honed forced it's acquired. Taking a couple steps back, Vanessa loosens a light huff, attempting to calm her midsection a bit more. Christ. -Ow-.
Cody blinks surprisedly as Big uses his batons like chopsticks; that certainly wasn't what he was expecting, and as a result he's unable to stop the throw from occuring. The american grunts heavily as he's rammed, head-first, into the pavement, but he's not so much incapacitated by his situation and condition as he is inconvenienced.
Even with his face being force-fed street, Cody's able to curl his legs up and snap them outwards, attempting to crash both of his feet into the bottom of Big's chin. The actual blow is like a dropkick, but the maneuver lacks any real... dropping.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Cody's Strong Kick.
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HeavyD 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Hopping a step back to avoid Cody's mulekick, Mr. Big smirks as the feet fly a mere couple of inches from his face. "Nice try playa," Mr. Big remarks, "Most people lose their appetite after eating some pavement." Adjusting his sunglasses with his left hand, Mr. Big casually whips his right baton up once more, sending another line of chi screaming towards the supine man. "It might be harder to flip over this time, being all on the ground like that," Mr. Big informs Cody with a smirk. Sneaking a glance over at Vanessa, Mr. Big asks, "How you doin Ginger? I hope you aren't letting him mess up that pretty face of yours too much."
COMBATSYS: Cody dodges Mr.Big's Ground Blaster.
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HeavyD 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
You know...it probably wasn't a good idea to just try and stand his ground. But D!, feeling he's finally got an advantage on Vanessa in close quarters (when she can't use her superior speed), opted to simply soak up the blow, letting himself be grabbed, and taking the energy arcing punches. It's painful...QUITE painful. But no regrets now. Reeling from the hook, then the uppercut, D! seems to stumble back completely....before his form seems to disapepar before he finishes rocking back, reappearing just in front of Vanessa again to deliver a hook to her ribs, then another to her legs, followed up by a final vicious uppercut meant to send her flying should he tag the fellow boxer.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Vanessa with Ducking Combination.
- Power hit! -
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Quite painful?
The comment from Big once again serves as a distraction she doesn't want. In this, Vanessa's inability to weave around the blows that come at her end in... even more aching! Imagine that! Once that uppercut does, in fact, tag her and send her skidding backwards, the redhead loosens an audible groan, though she's quick to get back on her feet. Shaking her head to clear her vision, her hand makes a quick swipe at her eyes, her gaze levelling on HeavyD! for the time being.
"You're a lot better than I remember," she admits to him, and it's hardly reluctant. If anything, she's surprised. She doesn't remember him hitting her with this kind of force before-- much less this kind of finesse. But then, it should be expected, right? Irregardless, it's clear to her that she needs to start paying more attention-- especially to possible openings.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa focuses on her next action.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
As Big looses another Ground Blaster at him, Cody snaps his hands down to catch himself before he falls, bunches up (using gravity and the weight of his body to assist him) and springs upwards and towards Big, neatly clearing the projectile, backflipping once, and landing nimbly on his feet. Immediately after he touches down, he turns about to face the pimp, shrugs, and says, "Not really."
"Oh, by the way!" he adds, quickly, leaning backwards as if he were a baseball bitcher, "I think you dropped this." With a grunt, the American's arm snaps forward, loosing a large, heavy rock through the air at Big at lightning speed, like some kind of meat trebuchet.
Like a trebuchet made out of meat, I mean. Not a trebuchet that shoots meat. That'd just be... weird.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Cody's Bad Stone.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
"Huh." Big muses as Cody launches himself out of the way of the blast. "Nice moves," he comments. Quickly raising his arms to let the rock crash painfully against his forearms, Mr. Big grunts slightly from the impact. "I guess you take 'streetfight' at face value, huh. That's alright, I can hang with that. Let's see what other tricks you got," Mr. Big says as he crouches slightly and waves Cody towards him with his batons. "Bring it playa."
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big focuses on his next action.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
"I've been training," D! says rather nonchalantly. Vanessa should know how much he's being doing it, at least since the start of KoF. "Hope I didn't surprise you too much," he says with some good nature toward the housewife fighter. At least, until he starts forward again, feet shuffling forward just enough for D! to reach out with his left fist and try to drive a nice, harsh hook, again aimed low toward her knees in hopes of taking the redhead off her feet.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa counters Hook Punch from HeavyD with Parrying Puncher.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
Actually, it puts him in a prime position.
The moment D! ducks down low, Vanessa brings her fist down against the top of his head with a swift *CRACK*, the sharp motion ridding her of any potential damage he could've done. Why he's aiming for her -legs- so damn much is beyond her, but at least it made him an easy target, in this specific case. Smirking a little, she edges back a couple paces, either of her fists once again raised in a defensive posture.
"Not too big a surprise," she says with a shrug of her shoulders, an amused smile appearing on her face since this all began. She's almost forgotten about Big alongside her, which... she'll probably remember soon enough. "Just be careful about taking too many low blows like that-- throws you off-balance." What, now -she's- being cheeky?
Cody has, much like Han Solo, a Bad Feeling About This. He considers hanging back and throwing things, but there's only so many things around to throw, so he decides to simply try to mix it up. It is to this end that he suddenly shifts stances, lowering his hands and moving his feet into a fairly typical karate stance. And, as soon as he's changed, he advances forward, roaring a kiai.
As he nears Mr. Big, he draws his hand and moves to snap it forward; it ceases its' movement suddenly before reaching the target, however, and Cody quickly lifts up his left foot and slams it down on Big's toes.
COMBATSYS: Cody successfully hits Mr.Big with Light Kick.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Mr.Big
"Son of a BITCH!" Mr. Big yells as Cody stomps on his foot. "These are sharkskin! Do you have any idea how much these shoes COST?!" Favoring his injured foot as he dances around in circles, Mr. Big shakes his head angrily as he mutters about Cody under his breath. "That's it punk. It's on," Mr. Big warns as he ducks slightly and rushes towards Cody, his left baton raised to try and whip the man in his face as he charges. Even if the first shot misses, Mr. Big will still leap into the air and bring his right baton up in a reverse grip uppercut to try and tag Cody under the chin with a blow that will lift the other man into the air along with Big if it hits.
COMBATSYS: Cody blocks Mr.Big's California Romance.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Mr.Big
CRUNCH!! Ok, maybe D! HAS been going low too much lately. And he pays for it with a nice cranium crushing blow on the top of his head. "NGHH!" Nearly collapsing back from the blow, the boxer, rubs at where the punch landed. "I guess I should, huh?" he asks, this bout, despite being a lot more vicious than Big and Cody's seems to be, also seems a lot more friendly, at least if D! has anything to do with it. "I probably needed that big of an ego check," he admits. Of course, he's not done fighting. At least if that jump back and subsequent swing of his arm upward is any indication. Best watch that chi explosion spreading toward you, 'Nessa...
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Vanessa with Blast Upper.
- Power hit! -
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HeavyD 1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Mr.Big
Oh, she's watching it. And trying to figure out some way to get around it.
Which, of course, doesn't happen. The upswing of energy catches her and once again sends her backwards, which makes for an interesting display of fireworks in general. At least, to anyone watching. To -her-, it's more of the same. Pain. Joyous day!
Thankfully, she manages, -somehow-, to stay on her feet, no matter how many paces she stumbles backwards. In spite of everyhting... it's time to break out something with a bit more umph to it. Gritting her teeth, the former housewife rushes back in, the first of the lineup being nothing more simple than a sharp right straight against his face. From there on out?
It's up to him.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Vanessa's Champion Puncher.
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HeavyD 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Mr.Big
Talk about anti-climactic.
The rain of punches is punctuated with a similarly long string of explitives from Vanessa, ranging from frustrated to outright inflammatory. This is a -huge- difference from the last time she fought him, and the couple paces she's forced to take back aren't making her much more pleased. At least it's obvious that her anger's on the rise again, even if there's no words to follow the varitable fountain of obscenities.
Cody lifts his right arm to catch the swung baton on the fore of it, the baton eliciting a meaty smack from the limb; he's not as prepared for the uppercut, however, and it knocks him upwards along with the rising Big.
He's not without his means of reprisal, however. In mid-flight, he curls up and then unfolds into an upright position, reaching out and grabbing the adjacent Mr. Big. With a grin, he plants one foot on the pimp's shoulder and attempts to get the other onto the middle of his chest.
Should this succeed, he moves his body over to above Big's and then suddenly forces his weight downwards, trying to ride Big down to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Cody's Guilty Stamp.
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HeavyD 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Mr.Big
Mr. Big's eyebrows rise in surprise as Cody tries to ride him like a surfboard. Spinning his weight to the side just before he hits the ground Mr. Big manages to roll out of the way of Cody's crushing weight. Man that could have hurt. "You keep surprising me playa," Mr. Big congratulates as he rises to his feet. Glancing over to Vanessa, Mr. Big's eyebrows narrow in aggravation. "You better watch it Mohawk," Big warns. "You keep beating on Ginger like that and I'll make you pay when I'm through with this guy. I'll get you a hospital bed next to that Ramon chump."
Turning back to Cody, Mr. Big brings both of his batons together and clicks them back into one piece. Throwing the staff over his shoulder, Mr. Big rests the cane behind his neck and grabs both ends like a yoke. "Think fast punk," Big tells Cody as he launches himself at the man in a spin, revolving towards him and threatening to hit him with the ends of his staff about 7 or 8 times as he cyclones towards him, finishing off with a thrust to his gut as he comes out of the spin.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Cody with Spinning Lancer.
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HeavyD 1/----===/=======|==-----\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
The punch to D!'s face is blocked by his forearms, as are the subsequent punches that rain on him. Those that aren't simply blocked are dodged, the boxer leaning away from those skillful, yet futile strikes. He knows Vanessa's anger is getting the best of her...but he won't waste his time to lecture her on it. Instead, he simply decides to try and press his current advantage. Hurrying to get within range again, he rears back his right hand, trying to wind up for a big hook. And the hook comes...but only halfway before it's checked, his left hand slipping back quickly and driving a hard, angled punch down at 'Nessa's shoulders, hoping to drive her down quickly.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks HeavyD's Rock Crush.
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HeavyD 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
Not so fast.
While she could be taking a gamble with her next manuever, Vanessa's willing to take it. The moment his blow meets with a sturdy defense, she sneers a little at Big's commentto her opponent, her already obvious irritation beginning to get all the more incensed by her 'colleague's' presence. As for the gamble, well... given that he's in close, it's her aim to take a firm hold of him-- and if she does, we'll see how it goes.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Vanessa's Puncher Weaving.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
In this case, it's just one solid hit against raised defenses, the sharp blow that's meant to be followed by several others barely giving way to much of anything. Instead, there's an audible scoff from her, her frustration hitting a notable boiling point. After all-- she's not exactly thrilled at the prospect of -winning-, either, considering who she's working with.
"You're practically a fuckin' bad luck charm," she snaps at Big, taking a couple steps back from D! -- "Not that that comes as any big surprise."
As Big comes spinning in, Cody simply bares his chest, meaning to stand his ground and absorb the barrage of blows. The first two baton bashes come, crashing mightily into his shoulder, and he stands his ground: the third, however, forces him out of his enduring stance, and he's pushed backwards with a snarl, the barrage of blows forcing him back several feet before the stomach jab comes.
The jab impacts just as solidly as the latter few spinning bludgeons, and Cody half-doubles over, from the force, but manages to stay upright and launches himself immediately into a counterattack, spinning suddenly about and launching an uppercut at Big's chin.
Whether the actual blow hits or not, just behind it erupts a massive whirlwind, bursting into existence around where Big is, or at least was at the time the spin started, and threatening to engulf him should he remain there.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Cody's Criminal Upper.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
Throwing his batons up in front of his face, Mr. Big manages to ward off the uppercut, but is forced stumble back as the force of the whirlwind engulfs him. "You're starting to get on my nerves playa," Big warns as he shoots his staff foreword, sending it rushing towards Cody's nose as if it were a cue ball. "I guess I can't rely on Ginger to pull her weight, so I'm gunna have to put you down so I can deal with Mohawk over there. It's all business, you know?"
COMBATSYS: Cody endures Mr.Big's Staff Thrust.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
The sharp hit is simply braced against D!'s deefnses, arms cushioning the blow. "Nghh..." Watching Vanessa pull back and take out her frustration on Big verbally, he tries to scan her defenses and her openings for a place to strike. Finally, he starts forward, swing out a few feints at Vanessa. A halted jab, a faked uppercut...and finally, there's the real punch, a hard left hand straight toward her face.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Vanessa with Medium Punch.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
One that lands without difficulty.
Again.
While Vanessa does her best to raise her guard up, once again, she manages to ... not. At least, not at the right times. With the combined efforts of Big's mere existance and D!'s constant barrage of attacks, well... it's coming down to a moot point. Regardless, she's pissed. And that means she's lacking any and all finesse she could hope to have. For now, it's all a matter of using his momentum against him. Given the fact that, in spite of her head snapping to the side, she hasn't -moved-... they're at a good enough proximity for her to try and put some serious hurt on the other guy.
Or, you know, try to.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD dodges Vanessa's Machine Gun Puncher.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
...Or not!
Cody simply Takes It, the cane crashing into his nose. The facial feature shatters, yes, blood beginning to stream from Cody's now ex-nostrils, but he doesn't really seem to care, reaching up, grabbing ahold of the cane, and ripping it out of Mr. Big's hands. "I feel you," he responds, to the statement about business.
And then he rears back and attempts to brutally bludgeon the Syndicate pimp about the head and shoulders with his own cane.
Repeatedly.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Cody's Random Weapon.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Cody with Thrown Object.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
Vanessa's frustration is DEFINITELY showing. D!, usually one to simply absorb attacks, manages to avoid this one completely, backstepping away from the furious barrage of punches that are sent his way. Finally, with one big wind up, he starts forward, trying to drive himself under Vanessa's strikes with an outstretched arm, his fist surrounded with a swirling soul of chi as swings the Rolling Soul Diver out at the redhead.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks HeavyD's Rolling Soul Diver.
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HeavyD 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
Another instance where her guard actually works in her favor. Raising either of her arms to deflect the blow that's coming at her, Vanessa takes it with as much 'stride' as she possibly can given her failing energy. One clean hit is all she needs to bring him down to her level, but nothing seems to be working as well as it could. It's not so much for lack of -trying-, of course... but she can tell she's gonna need a moment to sit back and assess the situation, even if i--
Fuck that.
If it's gonna be over, it's gonna be over. Thus, when she -does- move into action, it's to lay out the other boxer with another quick one-two combo, complete with the same lashes of energy that came before, loose grunts coming from the base of her throat in a reverberent kind of growl. She's not fond of repetition, but if it works... hell, it works.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Vanessa's Forbidden Eagle.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
Cody damn near snarls as the Giant Magnum Bullet impacts his stomach and flattens against it; it fails to break the skin, but then, most guns do. It still hurts like hell, however, and the force of the blow sends him staggering backwards across the arena. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" he growls, quietly slipping a hand into his back pocket. "Your call, dude."
~fwik!~ The hand snips out, and from it flies a steely streak, one of Cody's switchblade whizzing through the air towards the pimp. Normally the breaking out of the knife seems a little low, but seeing as how Big's just pulled out a firearm...
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Cody's Knife Throw.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\1 Mr.Big
Sticking the gun safely back into his coat, Mr. Big glances back at Cody just in time to see a switchblade streaking towards his chest. Diving safely out of the way to his left, Mr. Big rolls up into a crouch. "I like your style, playa!" Mr. Big chuckles as he snaps his staff back into two pieces. Finally an opponent that can keep up with Mr. Big's level of thuggery; he's had it up to here with these hero-types. Launching himself out of his crouch, Mr. Big flies towards Cody with his batons crossed in front of his face. Revolving slightly as he flies through the air, Mr. Big seems to be mere seconds from crashing bodily into Cody's chest.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Cody with Cross Diving.
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HeavyD 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 Vanessa
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Cody 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\==-----\1 Mr.Big
The lashing energy combo of punches, however, is taken a lot easier by the boxer, D! leaning back and keeping his arms up, the slashes only causing minor damage along his already battered forearms. "Mnn...." Finally, he decides that it's now or never. As soon as the last arc fades, the large American stomps forward, trying to drive a quick hook into Vanessa's side, followed by a vicious left hook across the jaw, then a third hook at Vanessa's ribs, before he finally tries to finish it up with a nice, lunging straight to the chest (though he's not brute enough to actually strike at her...assets. Just below, don'tcha know).
COMBATSYS: Vanessa endures HeavyD's D. Crazy.
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HeavyD 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Vanessa
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Cody 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\==-----\1 Mr.Big
To paraphrase:
Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.
Or not. Surprisingly, Vanessa just seems to sit there and -take- it, regardless of the fact that it's not necessarily the best feeling in the world. There wasn't much room to do anything else, per se-- and in this case, getting -some- kind of boost from the adrenaline rush is all she can hope for. Once again, another -minor- miracle is the simple fact that she remains upright. For now.
"Fuck this," she growls lowly, looking at her opponent with a level gaze before once again making the futile gesture of striking out. If she -manages-... all's well. If not, well. Time to go sit on the sidelines and demand that someone bring her a bottle of hootch.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa can no longer fight.
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HeavyD 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Mr.Big
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits HeavyD with Crazy Puncher.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Mr.Big
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Cody 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|
There's not much to say, really! All in all, what D! is subject to is a fierce battery of nothing but punches, ranging all over his torso and face without a hint of the redhead letting up until she's completely winded. One after another after another-- there's only so many ways you can describe 'holy crap, she punches you -again-' before the descriptors start getting really repetative. However! That's what she does. And ends in with a brutal uppercut to the man's chin, immediately staggering over to fall on her knees. But not pass out!
...Not -yet-, anyway.
To that end, there's no words or offerances. Just a cold stare in Big's direction. If he gets on her case for this, so help her christ...
Cody attempts to twist out of the way of Big's flying ballerina twirl, but he's simply not fast enough, and the 'blow' catches him square in the chest, driving him backwards across the arena and tearing up his chest like nobody's business.
And that just doesn't sit well with Cody; as Big nears the end of his spinning, the American roars angrily, blue light erupting around his fists and time quite literally standing still for a split second.
And then the world erupts back into motion and Cody lashes out with a fist, attempting to slam it into top of the still-horizontal Big's head, fist and entire body trailing blue afterimages. That's just the beginning, however, and that leads into a full-on artillery barrage of beatings at Mr. Big's head. All while he is, again, still horizontal. That's how fast he's moving.
It ends with Cody drawing back and slamming his fist, open-palmed, at the top of Big's head, meaning to shoot him across the arena like a goddamn meat torpedo.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big parries Cody's Final Destruction!
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Mr.Big
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Cody with Crazy Drum Dram EX.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
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COMBATSYS: Cody takes no action.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Cody can no longer fight.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
The world seems to go by in slow motion as Cody unleashes his most brutal attack at Mr. Big, all while both men are still flying through the air. As the fists fly towards Big's head, he simply knocks them away with his batons. So much for Final Destruction. Big wastes no time in pressing the attack once the men land, rushing towards Cody while weaving his right baton in a devastating figure-8 motion, slamming the weapon into Cody's face around 8 times, and painfully sending the man to the ground.
Despite having battered Vanessa quite a bit, the boxer known as Heavy D! luck couldn't last ALL day. And as such, the former housewife manages to finally batter through D!'s defenses, punches raining down on him from every which way, until he's sent away with that nasty uppercut. Flying off to the sidelines, he groans, straining to get up. That really hurt, even if he manages to take some of those punches high on his head and off his arms. He'd hate to think what'd happen if that barrage struck him wholesale. It takes him a while, but D! finally manages to get up just as Big finishes off Cody. Grunting, he regards the pimp. Oh yeah, he's not liking this guy right now. "Nghh..." Trying to find some strength in himself still, the boxer manages to get his stance up. "Just you and me now," he grunts. Approaching Big hesitantly, he tries to find some way to break throug his guard. Finally, he lashes out, trying to snap a hard straight punch right at Big's head. At least...that's what he wants the pimp to think. Instead, the swing his checked just long enough for a winding hook to be sent straight at Big's side, hoping to bruise a rib or two with the hit.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD successfully hits Mr.Big with Hook Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Grunting slightly as the hook hits him in the ribs, Mr. Big narrows his gaze at HeavyD!. "That's cute Mohawk," Mr. Big remarks as he suddenly spins away from the boxer, bringing his right baton up to try and strike D! in the side of the head. "But I don't feel like wasting my time on a scrub like you. Girls, warm up the car, this won't take long!" he yells to his escorts.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD blocks Mr.Big's Medium Strike.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
[OOC] Mr.Big says, "Dammit, stupid smash reserve bug messing with me again. I need to remember to post about that."
Scrub, eh? That's what D! is? Well, the D! don't take kindly to that. The D!'s up to proving Big wrong! The D!...wait, why is he being referred to as 'The D!'? Anyways, the large black boxer simply takes the swipe on his forearm, even as he winces a bit from all the previous batterings it's taken. "We're not finished yet," he snaps. Sure, he likes people to give all they have, but he does hate people acting like a match is a foregone conclusion. Especially when he's their opponent. Hoping to prove Big wrong, the boxer winds up his other hand again, trying to drive across his chin with a wicked right cross.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges HeavyD's Fierce Punch.
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HeavyD 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
Leaning out of the way of D!'s cross, Mr. Big sighs and shoots his right baton foreword to try and smack the man square in the nose. If his nonchalant attitude wasn't insulting enough, then the casual nature of the strike should be, it's almost as if Big's trying to toy with the man. "Look, you put up a pretty decent fight against Ginger, but you're way out of your league, Mohawk. If I were you I'd take a fall and lay down for the 10 count, because this could get painful."
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits HeavyD with Weapon Jab.
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HeavyD 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Mr.Big
The Baton smacks right into D!'s nose, the thing already nearly crooked from Vanessa's earlier assault just before she slipped out of the fight. He'd have leaned away, if he wasn't so commited to that last punch. "NGhh...." And again, that condescension. That just tears it. "That's it," he grunts." He's barely standing...but he's got the strength left to try and tear into Big. Just like he did with Vanessa, he pours forth, winding deadly hook after deadly hook at Big with alternating arms. This time, rather than simply lunge at Vanessa with a hard straight, D! tries to knock Mr. Big's block off with one powerful sweeping uppercut cutting directly at his chin.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks HeavyD's D. Crazy.
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HeavyD 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
Weaving back and using both his forearms and batons to ward off most of the damage from the pretty impressive barrage, Mr. Big pretends to stifle a yawn as he deftly moves out of the way of the final uppercut. The assault hurt some, sure, but Big's not about to let on to that. "Hey, I warned you punk, you could have gone down easy, but you seem to have more guts than brains. Too bad neither can help you know." Lashing out with his right baton in a nasty backhand strike aimed at D!'s face, Mr. Big quickly follows up with another jab from his left to D!'s already mangled nose.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits HeavyD with Medium Strike.
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HeavyD 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Mr.Big
The backhanded stick strike manages to whip across D!'s face clearly. While it doesn't hit his nose, D!'s attempted dodge does put the stick right at his cheek, the impact nearly fracturing a few bones in there. Instead, D! just goes a bit wobbly on his feet. Rather than try and admit defeat, however, D! simply drive in, trying to deck Big with yet another hook before he finally falls to the ground, spent and battered.
COMBATSYS: HeavyD can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges HeavyD's Hook Punch.
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Sighing dramaticly as Heavy D!'s valiant, yet ultimately meaningless hook passes by Mr. Big's head, the gangster's back is turned on the boxer before the man's body even hits the ground. "Ladies?" Mr. Big asks expectantly as the Blonde and Brunette rush out of the crowd, their tight dresses and high heels forcing them to that small quick steps, and remove Mr. Big's coat and cane. Turning to wave at the crowd, Mr. Big is about to make his way back to his ride, when Vanessa's inert form catches his eye. "You alright Ginger?" Mr. Big asks as he prods her side with his sharkskin shoe.
Vanessa hasn't -moved- much at all since going to her knees. In fact, it wasn't too difficult to outright nod off soon thereafter. At the moment? She'd better hope she's got Ramon or -someone- wandering around the crowd that's willing to help her back to some place suitable. For the time being, she seems happy enough to drift around in la la land, similar to poor Cody over there. Unless he hightailed it. It's one of those random cliffhangers we all know and love.
"...uhh?" does, in fact, come out of her, but it's a drowsy indicator to having taken one too many shots in the head. Combine that with previous injuries acquired from her stopover in Europe and you've got vague lucidity, but it's trying at best.
Hallo? Medteam? o/'
There's no immediate protest. Just more mumbled "...whas...goin' on...?" type phrases that are just as sleepy and drained as the initial utterance of sound. While Vanessa wasn't taken down to levels she has been in the past, the amount of energy she expended trying to take D! out in the first place has left her more depleted than necessary. So, sadly for her, there's not much in terms of a struggle. At least, not at the immediate moment. Just wait until she wakes up... o/'
Log created by Vanessa, and last modified on 03:02:51 06/27/2005.