Description: A fight taking place at Dream Amusement park placing everyone's favorite drunkard against the bouncy girl from Pacific High and the 'I'm exploring my options' Italian model. The fight ends up being closer than one expected and Tiffany is left as the one standing at the end. (Winner: Tiffany and Alma)
Well, folks, it wasn't so long ago that our hero Alma Towazu was slumped over a table in the Pao Pao Cafe, vaguely attempting to set forth on his seventh straight hour of late stry homework, and yet here he stands, looking as fresh as the springtime of youth. What happened? Well, for one thing, he drank a bunch of bottled green tea. For another, he's changed his clothes into a loose white short-sleeved dress shirt, mostly buttoned, and black jeans -- a model to the core, and the poor kid doesn't even know it. For another, he's been dancing around here, punching and kicking at nothing, trying to get himself in gear, and being the kind of easily-inspired fellow he is, he's actually having a rousing good time of doing so. And, perhaps most uniquely, there are a bunch of middle schools girls at the sidelines, who have been cheering him this entire time. Who knows how they found out about this fight in time, but... here they are. Oh, boy, are they here.
"Almaaaaaa! Almaaaaa-kuuuuun! Wee loooove youuu!"
The scattered assortment of twelve and thirteen year old girls then dissolve into giggles, before beginning to jump and dance and shout and cheer some more. Alma, for his part, doesn't *look* affected; yet anyone who saw him an hour ago would say he's definately rejuvenated. He's just smiling mildly, composed, like always, as the big guy continues to aim kicks above his own head.
~ It's been a while since my last tournament fight... and this is my first real official bout. I'm almost ashamed to admit how good I'm feeling. This was what I needed... this is better than meditation! Finally, a real way to get into the flow and rhythm.
And not only that... but I'm fighting... *her*... ~
For a moment, that smile almost grows into a grin, but he's too focused on his practice to let that happen.
~ I don't care about the outcome. I'm glad to be here -- I'll be able to focus on my homework again. But... maybe... hopefully... I can prove to her that I didn't just run away... I really did have an appointment, really... ~
Alma wouldn't be going at this one on one though it would appear. Today he would be getting help if he liked it or not. Tiffany had actually spent a majority of the day here at the amusement park enjoying herself while trying to keep her cool about the fact she is about to have her first major fight in front of people. And well, when she found out who the opponent was she downright became all smiles throughout the day. Her karma must be stellar to be able to not only meet someone she thinks is cool, but now she actually gets to fight her as well. Of course she would prefer a one on one spar, but perhaps if she shows potential she can persuade Vanessa into a one on one fight later on.
"All right, let's do this!" the blonde shouts as she steps out wearing a pink track suit with a white tanktop under the unzipped jacket along with her trademark blue bandana and boxing gloves on. " She rests a gloved hand on a a hip while thrusting her other hand forward to Alma fist. "Try your best and don't get in my way!" she tells him before grinning widely and next points her glove at Vanessa. "And good luck to you. I will do my best!"
Unlike Alma, Vanessa's drinking habits have taken her in a completely different direction. She was -hoping- to fight Angel, and that in mind, decided to make some preparations beforehand. That said, while she hardly looks worse for wear, she looks a fair bit more -amused- than she did when she first came into contact with the so-called teen idol. Simply put, any idiot would recognize that 'shit-faced snockered' expression from a mile away, even if she is pretty damn good at concealing it for the most part. Still, when she got the call to come back to where she was supposed to fight? She wasn't expecting it to be against -two- people.
Much less the pretty-boy she encountered while 'training' Jiro. Or the boxer that apparently idolized her.
Well. Here's to Athena's 'drunken rabble-rouser' comment.
Throwing back the last of the scotch she's got on-hand, the redhead makes her way out towards the area that's been set aside for the three fighters, clearing her throat a little. Seeing Alma, her first response is nothing short of facetious. "Well, if it isn't the runaway pretty-boy," she observes, grinning wolfishly. "Hope you intend to do more than just sit down this time around." Seeing Tiffany show up, she gives the girl a broad smile, offering the blonde a two-finger salute by way of greeting. "You'd -better- do your best," she tells her, pointedly. "'Cause I sure as shit m'not about to hold back."
COMBATSYS: Vanessa has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Tiffany has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tiffany
A lesser man would be put off by Vanessa's display of, uh, public drunkenness. But this is Alma we're talking about. ~ Ms. Vanessa sure knows how to have a good time, ~ he thinks, just standing there and smiling. ~ I don't think I've ever met anyone with such an engaging personality. And so beauti-- ~
Despite his professed psychic abilities, Alma is so, er, engrossed in his thoughts, that he fails to notice Tiffany until she's talking to him. When the outside world returns, and it appears that the fight's about to start, he turns to his blonde ally and gives her his patented mild-yet-genuine smile. "Of course. I'll try to assist you in any way I can, miss." At Vanessa's pseudo-jeer, Alma glances over, and, finally breaking that peaceful countenance, he smirks a little, half-seriously. "I don't know," he says, deep voice deadpan, "that tactic worked pretty well against you last time. You never scored a solid hit." Then, relaxing into his catlike Hiten-Ryu style and beginning to sway on his toes, arms in a guard position, he takes a deep breath and gathers up the energies he's been getting flowing the past half-hour or so, and his eyes, once tired, sparkle with light-purple light. "This time -- please do your best! OOSH!"
And with that kiai, he's lunged up and into the air, buoyed by Psycho Power as, right leg igniting, he sails forward with a dramatic opening move and attacks Vanessa with a flaming hooking kick. He's surprisingly fast for such a big guy, but the move itself sacrifices execution time for the gathered power of the hooking motion, so it might not've been a great way to open. Then again... she *is* drunk.
"ENGEKI SHOOTER!"
COMBATSYS: Alma has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks Alma's Engeki Shooter.
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Tiffany
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|-------\-------\0 Alma
The younger of the two boxers falls into her fighting stance and despite being quite unorthodox in her style she still keeps a more traditional stance with arms raised as if ready to move to guard face or torso and lightly dancing from foot to foot. And before she even has time to give much of a reply she finds her partner to lash out at Vanessa. This fight looks like it is going to be more fast paced than she imagined. "Hey save some for me!" she calls out then begins her own approach to close in distance between herself and Vanessa. She actually seems a bit reserved at first and she doesn't do anything fancy just yet. Instead one of those gloved hands jabs forward to test Vanessa's defenses as she jabs towards the older woman's midsection.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa dodges Tiffany's Quick Punch.
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Drunk or no, she's still got her wits about her. Enough to raise either her arms against the attack, at least. Once again, the boy's assault legitimately -hurts- in a way that it probably shouldn't-- like its digging well past physical matter and into something else entirely. She -hates- that. Of course, in this, it's good that she's not privy to his thoughts, or in any way perceptive in concerns to the -look- she was being given before. Thus, Alma is, mercifully, of the hook. For now, anyway.
Well, in terms of verbal by-play, anyway. Even as she makes a motion to attack him, it's quickly circumvented by Tiffany rushing in to overtake her, her footwork moving her over towards the side even if it looks more like an unintentional stumble that gets her clear out of the girl's way. Huffing lightly, she straightens again, chuckling soon thereafter. "Guys, guys--" she says, the same joking tone taken up as "There's -more- than enough of me t'go around," is ammended. Moving into a quick attack is her best option in this case-- and for the moment, it would appear as though Alma is her first target. Just so happens the poor shit's the closest to her; whether or not she's more successful in -landing- anything, however...
Hah. As if. Where her quick movements may have had finesse in concerns to the last time she and Alma squared off, they sure as hell don't now. They're slow, almost ungainly, the first shot meant to catch him across the mouth followed soon thereafter by three more -devestating- hits to his chest and head, the pauses in between met with her squinting at him as if to make him solidify into one person. Which probably isn't too far from the truth.
"...-Shit-," is muttered soon thereafter, regardless of hitting or missing. "Should'a made sure Angel was showin' up tonight before takin' down all that fuckin' JD--"
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Vanessa's Puncher Weaving.
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Vanessa 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Tiffany
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Fortunately for the fighting model kid, his Psycho Powers have more than manifested enough to give him the enhanced reflexes necessary to stop each ne of those punches short, his arm twisting and snaking as he manages to parry each strike fairly gracefully, though he comes away with a severely aching right arm. Thus, deciding against immediately pressing the attack, Alma backpedals a bit, and then, with a flourish of his hands that gets those twelve-year-olds cheering all over again, his right arm ignites in light purple flame. Even as he feels the pain ebb away with the furor of his inspiration, Alma sweeps his arm back in preparation for the technique, and then chops upward, sending a gout of flame to attack Vanessa from the opposite side to Tiffany, to hopefully at the very least provide some assistance.
"SACRED WAVE!"
She may be a bit upset by the punch not landing, but the cheerleader didn't expect everything she throws out to hit. Even if the dubbed 'rabble rouser' is a bit on a the drunk side she is still going to be a tough fight. At least she got to see the woman fight last night when her and Xiangfei had the little fight. This allows her at least to gauge the older woman's ability to an extent. Still, Vanessa is drunk so perhaps some deceptive movements might give the younger boxer some advantage on top of the fact that Alma is serving as a good distraction as well. When he throws forth his flames Tiffany throws a wild haymaker that whiffs by Vanessa easily and makes it look as if the blonde throws herself off balance. Instead she twirls about on her foot and her other arm slings outwards to attempt to backhand Vanessa right across the jaw.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa dodges Alma's Sacred Wave.
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks Tiffany's Groovy Knuckle.
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Vanessa 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Tiffany
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|===----\-------\0 Alma
Skirting forwards as that ball of energy comes flying at her, Vanessa all but throws herself towards Tiffany's haymaker, which she tries her damndest to duck out of the way of. Of course, that's not the whole of it, which is made all too apparent. Stumbling a couple steps, she's forced to raise her arms against the blow, the powerful backhand slamming straight against her elbow, which... -christ-, that hurt.
Still-- it's time to spice things up a little. "Nice one," she says to Tiffany, grinning lopsidedly. "An' sorry I gotta do this, but--"
Snapping her hand out to take an immediate hold on the front of Tiffany's shirt, she *hefts* the girl head over heels towards Alma, shouting "OI, you!" at the model, the alert followed by, "Quit it with that purple hippie bullshit already!"
COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Tiffany with Medium Throw.
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Vanessa 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Tiffany
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|===----\-------\0 Alma
COMBATSYS: Alma endures Vanessa's Medium Throw.
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Vanessa 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Tiffany
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|=======\-------\0 Alma
Whoops. Incoming, one cheerleader, and fast. Well, Alma probably won't be able to slip out of this one, but he might be able to knock her off to the side; but then what kind of gentleman would he be? So as Tiffany comes flying towards him, he reaches out his arms and catches her neatly, and though the force from the toss sends him skidding back across the ground with barely-hidden gritted teeth, he keeps it feet. What a photogenic way to defend.
"Careful," he says with a smile as he quickly sets Tiffany on her feet, "she's very quick." And then he's lunging again, but this time his attack is low and rising instead of high and falling; skipping off the ground with a psychic boost, he bicycle kicks up into the air right after feinting with a punch, and, his legs igniting, then spins around full circle and bicycle kicks again, the streaks from the flames appearing as little blades.
"SHIEN CYCLE!"
COMBATSYS: Vanessa endures Alma's Shien Cycle.
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Vanessa 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Tiffany
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|=======\-------\1 Alma
"Sorry for-" no need to be asking that question it would seem. Tiffany understands fully what the apology is for when she finds herself actually being lifted up onto the air. She knew Vanessa was strong, but she doesn't fully realize how strong the redhead is when until she is sailing through the air and into her partner. Fully expecting to go tumbling about she instead finds herself caught and she just lets out a weak chuckle while getting set back down on her feet. "So I've noticed." she replies and takes a moment to regain her composure. This fight is going to be a bit tougher than she thought it would seem. So for now she decides to take time to get back into her fighting stance and closely watch Vanessa as she handles Alma's assault. There has to be a week point to her attacks. The blonde just needs to see it.
Once Alma's strike lands the blondes eyes go wide. "I see it!" she says a bit too loudly and she rushes forward towards Vanessa. The girl seems a bit too excited about seeing a possible opening and the girl starts swinging her arm about in a circle in an almost comical way before she rears back and with an explosion of multicolored sparks she throws her fist forward to slam right into Vanessa's sternum.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa counters Groovy Punch from Tiffany with Parrying Puncher.
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Vanessa 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Tiffany
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Given the exertion that was needed to heft Tiffany towards Alma in the first place, Vanessa stumbles noticably after the attack is landed, barely able to see what happens in the first place. Once she shakes her head and -tries- to clear her vision some, the redhead peers towards the both of them-- just in time to see Alma's attack coming in. The resultant "Oh, -shit-," is indicative of why she just seems to stand there and -take- it, the grunt that comes from having to absorb the worst of the blow making it obvious that it did, indeed, hurt like hell. Coughing out a breath, she raises herself in time to see Tiffany come in.
Of course, -this- time, she's actually got the wherewithall to make good of the girl's momentum. Seeing her rush in, she doesn't think twice before lashing out with her own fist, taking one hell of a gamble in order to plow her knuckles right up against the same spot that Tiffany aime at on -her-. Once it's done and over with, the redhead retracts her hand, shaking it out with a somewhat pathetic "Oww," and a hiss of breath. "You guys aren't gonna give me s'much as a word in edgewise."
It's true. They aren't giving Vanessa so much as a word in edgewise. And that's because, frankly, sheer momentum to their attacks may be the only way to penetrate the older and more experienced fighter's defenses. Alma, surrounded by the cheers of young girls excited at his successful special technique, seems fully engaged in this fight, and, his eyes starting to fully glow with Psycho Power, he doesn't let up for a moment. "Counter this!" he calls, a grin slowly growing on the prettyboy's features as he rushes forward. His image begins to blur, leaving light-purple tinted trails behind him, and his fists ignite, and as he lunges, he shouts, "Fist of Awakening!"
Then he punches low -- and flickers out of existence. Then the second image of Alma punches, then the third, and in a mere two seconds six Almas have thrown light flaming punches at various angles. Then the seventh comes and, pumping his right fist back, he unleashes a mighty uppercut with an explosion of psychic power born from sheer effort and the joy of the fight. "SACRED REKKA REVELATION!"
Oww is right. That fist slams into her and her own strike never quite reaches it's target due to the strike causing her to lose all forward momentum as she stumbles back and takes a moment to catch her breath. That hurt like a bitch, but somehow Tiffany manages to keep a grin across her face after sucking in a few deep breathes. "Guess I am going to have to rely on more than just my fists on this one." she muses to herself aloud before nodding slowly and stepping forward first then pushing off on her second foot to flip foward and land in a handstand. She then bunches up her body in a tight coil before off her hands and slinging her legs outwards. Her feet sparkle with the energy much like her fist did during that last attack the seek to both plant into the redheads side while being distracted by Alma and knock her away.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa dodges Alma's Sacred Rekka Revelation.
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks Tiffany's Beautiful Spin.
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Vanessa 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Tiffany
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The attack from Alma? Well. She could stand there and take it again, or simply accept his challenge. Instead? Given her lightheadedness, she... well. Okay, it -looks- like she falls over backwards, catching herself on one hand as that low punch gets entiiiiiirely too close to slamming straight into something it -really- shouldn't, but at least she's managed to get away from it. Releasing the breath she wasn't even aware she was holding, Vanessa looks towards Tiffany in time to see her coming. Allowing herself to drop on her back, she raises either of her arms against the slam of the girl's feet, though she realizes, very quickly, that being in this position is -not- a good idea. Rolling immediately to her side once the blonde comes out of the attack, she *grins* at Alma.
"Was that the best you had?" she calls at him, raising to her feet. "Come on, pretty boy-- those fans of yours are gonna be -awfully- disappointed if you can't take down someone who's four years shy of being twice your age." Of course, she's a -leetle- bitter about not having landed -any- hits on him in their last fray. This time, she intends on making good of that. Rushing in towards him in the same ungainly fashion, the brute strength that's behind it is certainly telegraphed. Once she launches into the attack with a swift sock to one side of his jaw, the rest comes easily. One, two-- -six- punches meant to plow into him like a bulldozer, the result meant to send him backwards quite a fair ways.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Alma with Machine Gun Puncher.
- Power hit! -
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After every technique that utilizes Psycho Power, there is a moment in which the general awareness that is normally granted by the gathered energies is temporarily dropped. But after a technique that expends as much energy as Alma's just did -- only to miss completely -- well, that's a bit of a setback. The fighting model's momentum is cut short, and he barely has time to see the attack coming, let alone try to get out of the way. The first punch just *blasts* him across the face, stunning him so much that he fails to even remotely get out of the way of the other five, and the poor guy is send spiralling back across the battlefield, skidding and rolling until he finally gets to his feet. Ow.
When he does, however, he doesn't look too distraught, despite what appears to be a serious bloody nose. Taking a deep breath, Alma takes some time to get himself back in gear and re-establish his Psycho Powers. The flames ignite once again, but just as quickly they die down and become more of a gentle radiant light. He takes another deep breath, closes his eyes, and seems to relax. The nosebleed stops.
Tiffany lands a bit on the ungraceful side as she tries to catch herself on those gloved hands, but she ends up landing on her ass and she ends up scrambling to her feet and brushing off the seat of her pants. Oh ho this woman is better than had imagined. Being able to handle the constant attacking from two people and still be able to land in a few good licks of her own is quite an amazing feet at least to the blonde's eyes. She claps her boxing glove clad hands a few times then raises them again. "Okay time to get serious! Prepare yourself!" Of course it might not be best to warn your opponent when you are about to attack, but Tiffany wants to land a clean hit when she has the other boxer's attention that way she doesn't feel like she landed a cheapshot.
Visibly wincing when she sees Alma take those repeated punches makes the girl wonder if she should help her partner. She gets about two steps towards him before she finds out he seems to be able to take care of himself just fine. With Alma busy licking his wounds that gives Tiffany a chance to strike at Vanessa without having to worry about the redhead dealing with two fighters at once. With dash forward then a forward flip the blonde yells loudly. "Here comes Tiffany!" she shouts while landing on her feet then spinning about to several times in an attempt to repeatedly slam the back of her gloved hand against Vanessa before coming out of that spin and attempting to finish up with a rather forceful uppercut. "HAH!"
COMBATSYS: Tiffany successfully hits Vanessa with Groovy Special.
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OOF.
About to go after Alma in the midst of that healing, the shouted "Oh, -no- you don't," said as Tiffany lets loose her shout, Vanessa has -no- time to prepare for what the blonde levels on her. Immediately caught in that spin-cycle, the redhead is more than just a -little- phased by the time the uppercut snags her against her jaw, the force of it sending her backwards with little to no effort. Grunting once she hits the ground, she knows for a fact that she won't be able to fend them both off after too much longer-- especially with Alma trying to heal himself.
Raising to her feet, the former housewife shakes her head, whiping at the blood that's coming from her mouth-- though in this case, it's thanks to her teeth clacking down against her tongue. -That- sucked. But thanks to the Jack Daniels, she's barely feeling it. What she -is- feeling is the resultant power surge-- and that's more than enough. "Alright!" she shouts out. "No more fucking around."
That said, she moves to catch Tiffany across the face with a harsh punch, but her other hand... comes up and whiffs completely. What results from it is a varitable tornado of sweeping wind, the cutting energy forcing the blonde back further and further until she, and the wind itself, slams directly into Alma. Or at least, that's the intention.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Alma with Faith Healing EX.
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COMBATSYS: Alma endures Vanessa's Gaia Gear.
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Tiffany with Gaia Gear.
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Alma continues to gather his power, and seems to restore himself quite considerably before the tornado heads his way. It's a powerful attack from a powerful fighter, and it could easily overwhelm him; but there's something about the youth's eyes, something about the composed gaze that is somehow still detectable behind the glow of his soulful Psycho Power, shows he's ready when he comes. The attack engulfs him, seems to batter him around very heavily, and then, when the winds become their strongest, the tall youth all but disappears admist the whirlwind. The gaggle of schoolgirls go silent as the attack disappates.
He's vanished.
"TOOORYAAAA!"
Blurring back into visibility several meters above Vanessa's head, the beat-up fighting model explodes into light purple flame. It appears he was hurtled into the air by the force of the attack, and combined that with the preparation for his technique to nearly blip himself out of existence for a moment -- long enough to get him to higher ground, so to speak. And here he comes. "With the strength of my very self!" he shouts, passion reinforcing his voice. "Gathered Truth and Passion, striking like a tidal wave!"
It looks like he's getting ready to punch her in the head; but instead, he punches several meters too soon, and emits a light purple shockwave that echoes out toward his opponent, preparing to engulf her in sheer battle aura.
"It shall be engraved upon your soul!"
The spinning about has the blonde a bit on the dizzy end and eyes widen when Vanessa's fist comes sailing in. The attempt to stagger back out of the way is useless and he jaw gets jacked by the hard strike. She is still pretty dazed so when that whirlwind of enegy hits Tiffany she gets lifted off her feet and gets slung away from her opponent and towards her partner. The fact is there is no partner to slam into when she reaches where Alma once stood and the wind dissipates and drops the girl onto the ground uncerimoniously. "Oww..."
She is rather slow to get up and she has to shake the cobwebs from her head before looking about to find where she landed. Fuming just a tad she raises a arm and shakes a fist at Alma. "Hey jerk, back off. She's mine to fight!" Nevermind the fack she just got the hell beat out of her by the woman she is wanting to take on one on one. She rushes forward instead while windmilling her right arm about again and she rushes forward as quickly as possible to get her strike in first as her fist erupts with multicolored sparks again as she thrusts it forward to slam into the side of Vanessa's head.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Vanessa with The One Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa dodges Tiffany's Groovy Punch.
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That jerk, such as he is, manages to land his empassioned attack with little issue, in spite of the fact that Vanessa does her damndest to get away from it. You know, come to think of it, it wouldn't hurt her pride to be outright -devestated- physically by that if it weren't so damned over-the-top in terms of the kid being -dramatic-. The hit she takes, though-- once again, it sears down to something that isn't in any way decipherable, something that sends her backwards and -down- for a good two seconds. But not for long enough to roll out of the way of Tiffany's advance, even though it's clear that she's getting on her last legs.
Raising slowly to her feet, the redhead spits out another gob of blood and saliva, her breathing somewhat erratic. Thankfully, that roll took her close to a key object. Namely... the bottle of JD. What is it with Alma making her chuck bottles of alcohol? Fate, maybe. Either way, she takes a firm hold of the bottleneck and *hefts* the object straight at the boy's head. "-Lighten up-, for god's sake!" she shouts at him in the midst of it. Hit or miss, the continued, "I came here to fight, not listen to Shakespeare!"
COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Alma with Thrown Object.
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Alma hasn't wasted any time. As Vanessa has been recovering, he's approached his ally and raised his hand to signal her. "Hold on," he says, breathing hard but keeping his voice even, "let me help you out a bit too. Y-Y-Y--" He pauses, clears his throat, and tries again, looking exhausted. "Y-Y-You're the only one with enough strength left to finish her, I think." Reaching out with both his hands, he manages another photo-worthy smile. "Let me give you an extra boost."
Then, concentrating, he sends what remains of his gathered Psycho energies over to Tiffany, the psychic vibrations combining with the resonant chi in the area and stoking the flames of the cheerleader's fighting spirit. The fighting model takes a shuddering breath, and against all odds, really puts his all into it, with a second wind of fighting passion. He's burning, he's burnin--
*CONK*
Alma blinks once, slowly, as his Psycho energies evaporate into nothing. Really, the poor guy just looks... mildly surprised. Then it's impossible to tell what his expression is, because he falls forward, eats pavement, and doesn't move any more.
Tiffany has dropped a connection.
COMBATSYS: Alma can no longer fight.
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Vanessa 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Tiffany
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Tiffany with Faith Healing EX.
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Vanessa 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Tiffany
What the heck is he babbling about. Tiffany is still grumbling a bit at missing with her strike to where she just hears a bit of what Alma has to say, "Of course I have enough strength to finish her!" she tells him before pausing a moment as a slightly strange tingling runs through here and makes a few of the hard bumps and bruises she has taken not to hurt so much. Then it is gone much like Alma's conciousness after the bottle breaks over his head. Tiffany winces again and she takes a step back. "Maybe she is more unorthodox than I thought...."
No time to muse over things too much though. Tiffany returns her attention back to Vanessa and grins widely. "Here we go. One on one like I had wanted." Even before that healing she still had some energy running through her but she seems even more ready to put the hurt on the redhead. She takes a long strides forward before leaping to the air and slinging her legs forward to wrap around Vanessa's neck while the cheerleader uses her momentum to swing about and pull the other boxer off her feet and go sailing about once that leg lock is released.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks Tiffany's Quick Throw.
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Vanessa 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Tiffany
The legs catch her-- and in spite of the fact that Vanessa's quite -literally- on the last reserves she's got, she's still awake and able. Or at least, she hopes she'll remain able. Slammed bodily into the ground, she manages to roll with the worst of it, getting back to her feet with little to no issue-- except, you know, the blatant stumble. She has to catch herself on her hand again, her eyes turned towards the ground as she tries to catch her breath again. Her muscles are screaming, her stomach is mildly upset from being tossed around so damn much, and -god damn- does her head hurt.
All the more reason to see this through.
Raising to her feet and *charging* at the girl, the former housewife offers no words-- she just tries to catch the woman in a one-two combo that's meant to hurt like hell. The first and second hits both come with twin trails of bright energy, the overt force that she shows tipping the blonde off to the desperation in the attack. Then again, a lot of her attacks have had this air to them-- thanks to the whiskey.
COMBATSYS: Tiffany blocks Vanessa's Forbidden Eagle.
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Vanessa 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Tiffany
The younger boxer lands in a roll as well to allow herself to come back up to her feet with ease. It is enough time to recover and turn about to see Vanessa coming in for the kill. Tiffany raises her arms while hunching down some to let those strikes glance off her arms, but even if she manages to block the blows they still cause her arms to throb in pain as she staggers back a step before regaining her footing.
The stagger was more for something else though, such as putting more room between her and the other boxer. The space between them now allows Tiffany to lean foward and catch herself on her hands and do a hand stand and bunch up once again before slinging her feet upwards to knock Vanessa in the air before pushing off to go skyward as well to slam her feet a few more times into Vanessa then land gracefully on both feet.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa endures Tiffany's Wonderful Kick.
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Vanessa 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Tiffany
The entire assault takes Vanessa by surprise. Enough so that the only thing she can really do is -take- the lot of the blows as they come down on her. It's only once it's -over- that she's able to once again roll back to her feet, though the nearly-falling-over walk she's got going is more akin to a zombie than a practiced boxer. Every step she takes she feels all the more lightheaded-- but there's anger. Oh yes. There's a -lot- of anger.
She woudl've had this one if not for Alma. And drunk as she is... well, hell, she'll find -some- way to make the kid pay for this.
For now? She's got the blonde in front of her. Reaching out to take a firm hold of her shirt, she draws her in-- and silently prays for one last bout of luck.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Tiffany blocks Vanessa's Puncher Weaving.
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The single hit that Vanessa -does- land sends her forwards against the blonde, to the point where it's painfully obvious that she's been overwhelmed by not only intoxicants, but her wounds as well. If she's not caught, she'll very slowly start to slide down Tiffany's body until she *thuds* less than gracefully onto the ground.
Passed out. At least this time it's not thanks to being drugged.
The attack itself isn't so bad when it happens. Tiffany manages to once again raise an arm to absorb it. What is the more embarassing part is the red head slumping forward against her then slumping downwards before hitting the ground. She hits the ground for the fact Tiffany was too red in the face and embarassed to react well to it. People were watching afterall! That embarassement is flushed away though when she hears people start to cheer and the announcer on hand to shout out that both she and Alma had just won the fight.
The girl grins broadly and she thrusts a gloved hand into the air to twirl it about while resting the other on a hip. "Yeeeaaaah. Tiffany Lords is the name people, be sure to remember it!" she calls out to spectators even if most of them were either here to oggle Alma or cheer on Vanessa. After a few moments of celebrating she then looks downwards and then crouches to lightly prod at Vanessa. "Hey are you okay? Should I get help?" oh yeah, she would ask Alma too, but he is kinda off a few feet away and Vanessa was just at her feet. Less walking that way.
Help?
Huhwha?
Vanessa's not exactly all that prone towards getting up at the moment. However, the medteam knows what to do, two sets dispatched to take care of either of the fallen fighters. The redhead herself is kept largely on her side in case of, you know, vomiting up any alcohol, though with her constitution it's doubtful. Still, can't help but take too many precautions. Once they're done, they make it a point to bring either of them off to one of the small tents erected along the boardwalk, meant to sleep off the worst of the wounds.
...And that's that.
Log created by Tiffany, and last modified on 14:10:30 07/28/2005.