Description: It's 70's night at The Duck Pond, and Mr. Big takes on Tiffany and Vanessa in one of Duck King's PPV matches, while Eagle runs interference by swinging a giant disco ball back and forth through the fight. It appears that the ladies are a bit too much for Big to handle, however. (Winners: Tiffany and Vanessa)
The Duck Pond is hopping tonight, but the tunes aren't quite the regular fare. No, tonight is for the 70's, and the music blaring on the speakers across the club is making that quite clear. And folks, if you're not dressed for the part, you ain't gettin' through the door. Luckily, it's easier than you might think to find vintage 70's era clothing in Japan, so the club is still just as packed as always, with people getting their disco on out on the dance floor, beneath the massive rotating disco ball.
At least, until the music fades out, and a few employees start to usher the dancers off of the floor, to prepare for the night's entertainment. The lights go down, and then a spotlight shines down to the edge of the dance floor, just as Saturday Night Fever starts up, revealing Eagle. He's dressed in a spotless white angel flight suit, shiny satin, large collar, tight fitting pants and all. Since he won't be fighting tonight he's without his trademark escrima sticks, but as he gets his groove on, a wireless microphone is twirled in one hand. He dances out on the floor, coming to a dead stop in the middle, one hand raised into the air, and the hand holding the microphone pointed down toward the floor as the music cuts off.
Straightening up with a wide grin, Eagle booms into the microphone. "Okay, folks! Are you ready for a show!?" Judging by the cheering, the answer is a resounding yes. "Well now, that's just what we've got for you here tonight! Can you dig it?" More cheering of, course. Our fighters tonight are ready to get down and boogie, in the Disco Ball Blast! You all know how it goes... They show their stuff, and try to avoid getting smacked around!" As he speaks, Eagle gestures up towards the disco ball hanging from the ceiling, which for the moment is still well above the dance floor. "And now... Let's introduce our fighters!" And with that, Eagle gestures toward one of the doors leading to the back of the club, where a spotlight shines down to trail whoever comes out up to the dance floor, while the DJ queues up whatever music the fighters picked for their entrances tonight.
For one of the fighters, the 70's is a decade that she did not get to experience. That is probably why Tiffany is just going on from what she saw in movies and from pictures she looked up elsewhere. The young girl from Pacific High struts out in high platform shoes along with white tight bellbottom pants and a tied off top of the same color with long flowing sleeves. Though dressed up in that manner, the girl did not sacrafice the wearing of her trademark blue bandana with the white star on it along with her boxing gloves as she steps out.
She smiles broadly and raises a hand in the air as another rests on her hip as the former is swung about in a circle before being pointed forward. Tonight isn't about winning, but about enjoying herself as she gets some exposure on this PPV match and on top of it she gets to fight alongside of a fellow boxer tonight against an opponent she isn't familiar with. Stepping up to where the fight is going to take place she takes a graceful bow then waves to all the people gathered to watch the fight.
Well, this is gonna be tricky.
But amusing, nonetheless.
Approaching the stage in a white suit with bright blue lapels befitting of the theme, the ... -once- redhead is apparently fitted with not only one hell of a showy white dress skirt to compliment the dated blazer, but a pair of high heels. Her hair was either cut and dyed or she's found a damn good wig-- either way, a line of brunette bangs hangs just above her eyebrows, the rest of her hair falling down to the line of her jaw. The look, the makeup, everything-- anyone who isn't familiar with the era would just think it's a rather good 70's ensemble for a businesswoman.
Anyone who pays attention to shows like Get Smart would know otherwise.
And who better to play the part of Agent 99 than Vanessa?
The opportunity was too perfect. Given her own rabid interest in old television-- the stuff she grew up with-- the fact that the very first episode of the shoe was -called- Mr. Big made it an easy one to figure out. Thus, to Tiffany she says, "Almost too bad you didn't show up with a suit and a shoe-phone," the grin on her face entirely too broad. "And here's hoping I can deal with these heels without busting my ankle."
o/` Uuuuhhhuuuhuhuhh... My first... my last... my evereeething... and the answer to... all my dreams... o/`
'Ladies and Gentleman, please make way for...' Eagle calls out over the PA as the Barry White's cool voice causes the crowd to sway and dance to the tune, the Duck Pond's spotlights waving randomly over the crowd, '...The Diamond Don, The Platinum Player, The Glittering Sultan of Southtown, The ONE, The ONLY, MR. BIG!!!'
As the last words ring out above the song the searching spotlights come together, settling neatly on the sensational Mr. Big, causing the crowd to part forming a path from the Southsynd Gangster to the ring.
Dressed in a bright white leisure suit, complete with generously flared bell bottoms, white 4 inch platform shoes, and a black shirt, which is unbuttoned halfway down his chest, proudly displaying a large gold medallion nestled in a manly patch of chest hair. A large white hat rests on his head above round metallic sunglasses, and luxuriously furry white coat is draped on his shoulders.
His head bowed and both hands resting on a glittering white cane, Mr. Big waits until the song breakdown to quickly lift his head and fly into motion. Smoothly snapping his cane into two batons, Mr. Big strikes the 'Saturday Night Fever' pointing pose, his right baton extended towards the ceiling. Strutting foreword through the very 'Soul Train' gap in the crowd, Mr. Big grooves to the music. Milling his hands and pointing at women in the crowd, Mr. Big dances to the beat, changing up his groove every so often, bobbing his head foreword with his hands extended behind his back here, waving back and forth with his hand on his chest as his feet glide their way through the crowd there, even going so far as to drop into the splits, his hand supporting himself behind his back, a few times as he makes his way to the ring. Yes, this is a man in his element. Mr. Big /is/ the 70's.
o/` I know there's only, only one like you... there's no way they could have made two... o/`
Tossing his expensive hat and coat to the crowd as he nears the ring, Mr. Big dances in place on the edge of the crowd, milling his hands in front of his chest and pointing at Tiffany and Vanessa in turn. "Ginger, Ginger, Ginger," Big says with an admonishing cluck of his tongue, shuffling back and forth smoothly as he dances. "What'd you go and do to your pretty red hair? What am I going to call you now? Barbera?" he asks; an obvious reference to Barbera Feldon, the actress who played Agent 99. "And who's your friend? She's a cutie!" Mr. Big says as he throws a sly wink and a kiss in Tiffany's direction.
"Now, now, don't get jealous Ginger," Mr. Big pleads as he turns his attention to Vanessa, his eyes drinking her in thirstily. "Red hair or no, you know you're the only woman for me!" he adds with a very unconvincing laugh. "Anyway, what say we get this party started, you dig?" Mr. Big asks as he glides his way into the ring, his white platforms shining brightly under the light of the disco ball.
Crumpling up the cue card that he was slipped, Eagle tosses it over his shoulder, then brings the microphone back up to his mouth. Not too close, though. His voice is powerful enough that he could probably get away without using any amplification, if he really wanted to. "Alright, folks! We've got out fighters out here! Vanessa and Tiffany are taking on Mr. 'Big'." Eagle waggles his eyebrows briefly, but then continues.
"If there's anybody who hasn't been paying attention, this is the Disco Ball Blast!" He gestures up toward the ball overhead, which begins to lower as some other Pond employees begin feeding out the cable it's attached too. "While the fighters are spilling some blood on the dance floor, they're going to have to watch out for that disco ball, which I'll be swinging back and forth! Now, I'll try to be fair, but once that thing gets going, it's gonna take a while to slow it down unless it hits something!" And as the ball continues to be lowered, it becomes clear that it is rather large; probably a good couple feet in diameter.
With that, Eagle steps off the dance floor proper, grabbing hold of the cable attached to the disco ball with one hand, and apparently having little trouble keeping it under control by himself. It's still got to be lowered a bit more before it'll actually be a danger though. "Okay folks, the show must go on! Fight!" And up comes the music, and there go the lights, including the disco ball itself.
COMBATSYS: Eagle has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Vanessa has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Eagle
COMBATSYS: Tiffany has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Tiffany 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Wow, what a grand entrance it would seem to be for the opponent. Tiffany manages to hold her tongue for a bit and then she glances to Vanessa briefly before looking back go Big with a smirk as she points a gloved hand towards him. "I will be sure that you will remember the name of Tiffany Lords." she tells the her opponent while grinning broadly from eat to ear.
She waits a moment to let Eagle finish what he is saying and then the girl doesn't hesitate to quickly go on the attack. Sadly it seems that the girl hasn't learned the value of being patient in a fight yet and it shows as she goes straight towards Mr. Big while pulling a fist back then throwing it forward in an attempt to hit him right in the chest. "Haaaah!"
Rolling her eyes skyward at the comment about her being the 'only' woman for him, Vanessa assumes her usual stance, her hands still covered by the usual gloves she wears, even if they are a little bit contrary to the chosen outfit. There's a seemingly wolfish grin on her face to top it all off, one eyebrow raising as she cants her head to the side.
"So I guess that woebegotten monologue in my apartment was true, huh?" she says, reaching down to take off one of her shoes. "Well-- sad to say, even if it -was- a load of shit, which I'm -pretty- sure it was, some of the lines you said back there'd do one hell of a number on your reputation."
Having retrieved one of her high heels, she tosses it briefly into the air, taking the other one off in turn. "And here's hoping this fight does the same." That grin only broadens as she hefts the high heel at him, hoping the heel itself is what ends up striking him right in the dead center of his forehead. If it misses? It misses. If it gets sent -back- to her, -then- there'll be a problem.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Tiffany's Strong Punch.
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Tiffany 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big fails to slow Thrown Object from Vanessa with Ground Blaster.
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Tiffany 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
Literally dancing away from Tiffany's punch, Mr. Big points his right baton in the air a few times, winking at Tiffany as he continues to dance. "Tiffany Lords, hmm? Any relation to Traci?" he leers before spinning to face Vanessa. "Monologue, why Ginger, I haven't the faintest..." Mr. Big says with mock indignance, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically. "And don't you worry about my reputation Ginger, I got that under control..." Mr. Big assures her as the shoe flies towards him. "Take this!" he shouts as he whips up his baton to send a chi blast her way.
Unfortunately, Mr. Big shouldn't have been flapping his gums so much, because the shoe hits him in the side of the head before he can unleash the attack, clattering to the ground harmlessly. "What the... c'mon, who throws a shoe?! Honestly!" Mr. Big asks Agent 99 in his best English accent. "C'mon Ginger, you're going to have to try harder than that, I barely felt that one."
And while the fight gets underway, the disco ball overhead begins swaying back and forth as Eagle tugs and pulls on the cable holding it up, all the while letting it come further and further down. And now it's got some pretty good speed going for it, so Eagle lets the cable slip briefly through his hands, bringing it down to the level of the fighters. It's at the edge of the dance floor now, but it doesn't take long for it come swinging back, bringing the large, glittering orb zooming in toward Vanessa. "And here we go, folks!"
Well one could have hoped it landed, then again Tiffany is rather used to her rushed and rather straightforward attacks usually missing. She lets out a slight hmph in reply to to her opponent before responding with "You could only wish. I am much better than that." she states and finally takes time to prepare for her next attack this time around. Thankfully the ball doesn't seem to be heading her way so she doesn't have to worry about getting out of harms way for now. She once again takes a step forward towards the larger man while planting a foot on the dance floor and turning on the heel to swing around and backhand the man right across the face with a rather hard swat with one gloved hand.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks Eagle's Large Thrown Object.
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Tiffany 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Mr.Big
While she sees the blast come at her, Vanessa is pleased to see the shoe sail right through it, though she's instantly on the ready for the giant disco ball that comes at her. Raising either of her arms, she takes the brunt of the blow with the both of them, skidding back a couple paces-- something that could've very well landed her on her ass if she'd kept those damn shoes on. Unfortunately, the stockings aren't providing much friction against the slick dancefloor, but hey-- who knows, right?
"I nearly took you out by -myself- before," she says to Big, grinning back at him. "With the both of us coming at you? You don't stand a chance and you know it. As for trying? How about this?"
Ducking down, she dashes towards the man, putting a good amount of her speed behind it as she lashes out with a quick uppercut meant to land straight against his jaw, the umph she puts into it decidedly more noticable than anything else thus far. The only problem is the blazer-- good -christ- is this thing chafing.
COMBATSYS: Tiffany successfully hits Mr.Big with Groovy Knuckle.
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Tiffany 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Mr.Big with Dash Puncher.
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Tiffany 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
His dancing interrupted as his head snaps back from the impact of Tiffany's backhand, Mr. Big reels for a second, only to be caught by Vanessa's uppercut. "Gah..." Big groans as he wipes a thin trail of blood from the corner of his mouth, "Cooooold blooded..." Mr. Big mutters as he brings both of his batons together and snaps them into one staff once more.
"You know, you /might/ be right Ginger. You ladies are pretty... distracting..." he replies lazily as he flips the staff on his shoulders, behind his head. "I should have bought bigger pants..." he says with a wink. "Normally, I wouldn't be complaining, but you ladies are crowding me, I need some dancing room!" Mr. Big shouts as he crosses and unwinds his feet and sends himself twirling like a tornado, the ends of his staff spinning dangerously towards both girls' head and shoulders.
COMBATSYS: Tiffany blocks Mr.Big's Spinning Lancer.
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Tiffany 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
Once the disco ball bounces off of Vanessa, it just takes a quick tug on the cable from Eagle to keep the ball going along its intended path. It's taking both of his hands to keep the thing under some semblance of control now, though, so for the moment he can't do a whole lot of announcing. The disco ball will have to speak for him as it comes swinging back around, on a collision course for Mr. Big's head. Which one is shinier? That, dear friends, is a question for the ages.
Ah hah, success! There is no time for Tiffany to pat herself on the back right now though. Big is still standing and such an opponent wouldn't be beaten so easily afterall. His attack is too quick to get out of the way of. All Tiffany can hope to do is hold her arms up and allow her forearms to take the brunt of the blows. The attempt to push her back is successful though for the fact the strikes make the young boxer move back a few steps and take a moment to rebalance on those platform shoes she wears. Even if she usually fights in a rather hasty manner, the young woman takes time to keep her distance from Big for the time being and watch his movements as she looks for an opening.
COMBATSYS: Tiffany focuses on her next action.
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Tiffany 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Vanessa with Spinning Lancer.
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Tiffany 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Mr.Big
Unlike Tiffany, Vanessa isn't so lucky. Smacked full-on with the force of those staffs, she skids back another couple paces like the last time, her teeth gritting as she raises a hand to her jaw. It caught her on the shoulder as well, but -damn-. If it were anyone else, she's laugh it off and say she deserved it by virtue of smacking him straight in the jaw herself-- but with him?
Aw hell naw is the only phrase that comes to mind.
Rushing back in, she lashes out not once, but -twice- -- first, with an out and out left hook along his abdomen, the flash of energy that comes behind it meant to cut through the material of his shirt and into his skin, her right hand coming up in an uppercut that's trailed by a similar streak of bright amber. The impact is solid if it lands-- if it doesn't, she'll do her best to get out of there as quickly as possible.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Eagle's Large Thrown Object.
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Tiffany 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Vanessa's Forbidden Eagle.
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Tiffany 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
Ducking limberly out of the way of the disco ball, Mr. Big recovers just in time to throw up a forearm to deflect most of the gut punch, moving his head deftly to the side to avoid the follow up uppercut all together. "Aww Ginger, you're getting slow girl. I know you ain't /that/ old," Mr. Big says with a grin. Glancing back over his shoulder at the disco ball swinging behind him, already on it's way back towards the pair. Mr. Big quickly turns his attention back to the object of his lust as an idea pops into his head. "I know, let's dance, we don't want this music to go to waste. Here. I'll lead!" Mr. Big announces as he snaps his cane apart and shoots his batons at Vanessa's throat, attempting to lift her into the air by the neck. If he's able to grab her, Mr. Big will wink once before throwing her behind his back and, hopefully, straight into the path of the disco ball on its backswing!
COMBATSYS: Vanessa just-defends Mr.Big's High Lift Throw!
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Tiffany 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
Aww... He ducked it? Well, it looks like they can't all be winners. That's no reason to give up, though. The disco ball continues swinging past Mr. Big, until it starts to go up again as it reaches the end of the cable. And that's when Eagle gives it a good hard tug, pulling it back to come sweeping across the dance floor. It's hard to aim something like this too exactly, of course, but he's doing his best to be fair. And Tiffany hasn't had to deal with the Disco Ball Blast! (tm) yet, so now it's her turn, since Vanessa doesn't appear to be in position to inadvertantly interrupt the swing with her body.
COMBATSYS: Tiffany dodges Eagle's Large Thrown Object.
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Tiffany 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
Taking the time to watch Big's movements perhaps has payed off this time around. Tiffany managed to notice that large disco ball come her way and even if she is moving a bit awkwardly on her shoes she manages to stagger to the side and lean back as it narrowly avoids hitting the young woman's frontside. "Not today!" she exclaims and looks upwards to Eagle who is operating that fine ball of death. "It will take more than that to hit me!"
Her attention returns to Big who seems to be occupied dealing with Vanessa for the time being. Perhaps this would be the proper time to strike, hmm? She steps forward and lashes out with a gloved hand. "Pay attention to the more dangerous opponent!" she tells him before Big finds himself being slammed in the face by the cheerleader/boxers' ....assests.
Bringing her arms up to defend against the attempt that Big makes, Vanessa seems to just... absorb the blow without too much trouble. In fact, she looks a fair bit more envigorated by it, the blow itself barely making her move so much as an inch. Swatting away the batons, she takes a couple steps away from the two of them for the time being, blinking. Well. Something to be said for the girl's... unique attempts at distraction, anyway.
Gathering herself, she takes a moment or two to try and figure out her next attack, sizing up the man's defenses and trying to find decent leeway for her next assault. A glance is made towards Eagle, knowing full well she's next on the list to get decked. She's got -something- on her mind, that's pretty damn clear-- how Gayman McFairy factors into it is anyone's guess.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa focuses on her next action.
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Vanessa 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Tiffany successfully hits Mr.Big with Chest Thrusting.
- Power hit! -
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Tiffany 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Mr.Big
Mr. Big's eyes go wide as he watches Tiffany's ample chest thrust toward his face. Mr. Big's eyes close gently as his face is roughly into her cleavage...
A flock of doves fly into the air.
A humming bird dips it's proboscis into a lily.
Fireworks shoot into the air.
-Wait a second... what's that motorboat sound?!
Standing perfectly still as Tiffany's chest bounces bodily off oh his face, Mr. Big's sunglasses crushed between her bosom as it pulls away from his face, the bald gangster simply stares off into space with a very odd look on his face. A few long moments pass before Mr. Big's now-revealed eyes flutter and roll back into his head, the big man slowly falling straight backwards, his head cracking off the lighted dance floor painfully. He doesn't move, he simply lies on the ground, his open eyes fixed on the club's ceiling. "Heh.... heh..."
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big gathers his will.
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Tiffany 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/-======|=======\=====--\1 Mr.Big
Hey now, Vanessa. Eagle may be gay, but he's no fairy. He's a man's man. As it were.
She's right, however, that she's next in line for targetting from that big swinging disco ball. Eagle rolls his eyes a bit as he watches Mr. Big crash to the ground after being introduced to Tiffany's two friends, but it's certainly not going to distract /him/ from doing his job. Another tug on the cable, and back comes the disco ball, swooping in to crash against Vanessa, if she's not quick enough.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa endures Eagle's Large Thrown Object!
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Vanessa 1/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Mr.Big
After that hit is delivered ther eis a slight pause as the young boxer/cheerleader sort of stays where she is. The larger man is down so should she bother attacking him? She actually takes a moment to look towards Vanessa, but given the fact the other fighter is dealing witht he large discoball heading her way there isn't really time for Vanessa to give Tiffany advice. There haven't been calls for the fight to be over either so perhaps it would be time to make her move. With a hop the girl cartwheels towards the downed gangster and comes out of it to go airborn and come down on Big with a legdrop.
It seems she's following through with whatever she was thinking.
Taking the discoball full-on without so much as moving, though she's got more than enough chance to, Vanessa is thrown bodily towards the ground, though she catches herself on one hand. Chuckling lightly, she turns her eyes towards Big, the adrenaline surge she needed making its way to the foreground as she slowly gets back up to her feet.
Without hesitating, in spite of the out-and-out pain that comes from taking that straight against her side, the redh-- ...brunette? darts towards the gangster, her fists balled up as she waits for the exact right moment to strike-- which, of course, means waiting for Tiffany's attack to go through. Lashing out with a sharp punch aimed towards Big's face, she only continues once she's got a proper window-- if it fails? She'll withdraw.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Tiffany's Groovy Wheel.
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|=======\=====--\1 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Vanessa's Champion Puncher.
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|=======\=====--\1 Mr.Big
Lifting his legs at the last moment, Mr. Big blocks Tiffany's leg drop without as much as a flinch. "Girl, I like your style. Damn." Mr. Big says dreamily as he lifts himself to his feet and swings his head to locate Vanessa, throwing up his crossed batons to deflect almost all of the damage from her meaty punch. "I need to stop fighting women..." Mr. Big mutters to himself. "It just ain't fair." Tiffany forgotten for the moment... well, maybe not, but he's doing his best to get her out of his head... Mr. Big advances towards Vanessa.
"You know, I take it back. I don't like you as a brunette," Mr. Big informs Vanessa, as if his opinion matters. Working up a groove to the beat of the disco song in the background, Mr. Big begins to mill his batons in front of his body, the blurring sticks lashing out towards Vanessa's chest and head numerous as he presses forward in a disco variation of his Drum Dram. Whether the attack hits or not, Mr. Big continues to mill foreword until the momentum of his batons winds down, Mr. Big finishing the attack by whipping his right baton up to attempt to smash into Vanessa's face one last time on his way to striking the "Saturday Night Fever" pose once more.
Hopefully for Big's sake, he won't try to hold that pose for too long. Because guess what? That disco ball that knocked Vanessa down is making the return trip once again. Eagle's work on the cable means that its lost little to no momentum from what it first started, so it's still got plenty of 'oomph'. Of course, the swing is long enough that getting out of the way shouldn't be too much of a problem... Unless you're distracted.
The leg of the boxer/cheerleader comes down, but doesn't hit its intended mark. Tiffany quickly whips the leg back upwards and rolls back to get back to her feet with a slight stagger then mutters. "Damn shoes....not for fighting." she says while stepping out of the platforms then kicking them aside away from the fighting area. There, she feels more limber already! Once again Big seems to be a bit distracted so leave it to Tiffany to attempt to capitalize on it as she starts windmilling an arm about wildly before throwing her fist forward at the backside of Big with all her power focused into that punch that ignites with multicolored sparks as it sails towards her opponent.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Vanessa with Crazy Drum Dram.
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Vanessa 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Mr.Big
Sadly, it hits. With all the force he intends.
The second the baton catches her along the chest, Vanessa -knows- she's in for one hell of a ride. Likely not the type that the lecherous mobster would prefer, but it's something alright. Gasping plainly as she wind is knocked out of her, she tries like hell to defend against the rest of the attack, the continues assault along her torso and head making it all too difficult to so much as -see- straight, let alone figure out where the next attack is gonna land. Knocking down once everything is said and done, the redhead falters back to catch herself on her hand once again, wishing all the more that she'd chosen an outfit that wasn't quite as goddamn warm.
Getting right back up, however, she retaliates -immediately-, hoping to not give him any time whatsoever to regain his defenses, her intend to simply pound him with six consecutive shots to either side of his head, the last of which will be a -brutal- uppercut, the exertion she's showing proving that she's not necessarily at her best. She took that last hit without -too- much consequence, but even so... that had to hurt.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Eagle's Large Thrown Object.
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Tiffany 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Tiffany's Groovy Punch.
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Tiffany 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Mr.Big with Machine Gun Puncher.
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Tiffany 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Mr.Big
Holding his pose until the last possible second as both Tiffany and the disco ball fly towards him, Mr. Big finally falls backwards, catching himself with one hand planted on the dance floor behind him, letting both the ball and the blonde sail past him. Taking a second to show off, Mr. Big kicks his legs and flies into a backspin, spinning for a few seconds before popping himself out of the break-dance move and hopping to his feet triumphantly.
His celebration is short lived, though, as Vanessa throws a brutal barrage of punches to his face, finishing with a solid uppercut. It's all Big can do to keep his feet after getting pummeled by the brutal attack. Stumbling backwards, Mr. Big sneers at Vanessa, his face bloody and battered. "I've had just about enough of this..." he growls as he swipes his right baton foreword."Ground Blaster!" Mr. Big shouts as he sends a thin train of fiery chi along the dance floor towards the 'redhead'.
And while Mr. Big is busy attempting to deal with Vanessa, he might end up getting a little aid from Eagle in keeping Tiffany off his back. But only if the blonde boxer is a bit slower this time. There's always the chance that she might not be paying attention though, and that's exactly why the big disco ball continues to swing back and forth, searching for victims. In this case, blonde, teenage victims.
COMBATSYS: Tiffany endures Eagle's Large Thrown Object.
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Tiffany 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Mr.Big
With how things turn out, Tiffany finds herself hitting nothing but air and ending up dangerously close to the swinging disco ball that Eagle is moving about. Without much time to react the young woman plants her feet and lets the ball slam into her shoulder before pushing it away and taking a few steps towards Big. "You should be paying attention to both of us!" she cries out and rests a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to spin the man about to face her. She releases shortly after then spins about to backhand him again, though this time it is a barrage of quite a few backhands from both fists that ends with Tiffany spinning about to face her opponent to throw a large uppercut packed with that same sparkling energy of her last attack that is aimed right for his chin.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks Mr.Big's Ground Blaster.
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Tiffany 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
The energy that slams into her is met with a quick defense, though Vanessa can't take much more of this in the least. That said, there's the idle realization that Eagle will be targetting her again soon-- and that, friends, doesn't bode well in the least. Taking a light breath once her arms fall, she considers her options, her eyes trailing down towards the shoe by her feet.
...Well, hell. No point in wasting another perfectly useful weapon, is there?
"Nice try," she says, picking up the high heel and chucking it right back towards his head, ignoring the various aches and pains that lance through her system. "BUt it's sure as fuck not good enough!"
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big dodges Vanessa's Thrown Object.
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Tiffany 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Mr.Big
COMBATSYS: Tiffany successfully hits Mr.Big with Groovy Special EX.
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Tiffany 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Mr.Big
Glaring at Vanessa as he swats the shoe out of the air with one of his batons, Mr. Big is suddenly turned at the shoulder by the cheerleader and is subjected to her barrage of spinning backhands, along with a final sparkly uppercut to his jaw. Flying back from the impact of the uppercut, Mr. Big slowly pulls himself to one knee and rubs his jaw as he tongues around in his mouth. Spitting a tooth onto the dance floor with a loud 'phtah!', Mr. Big slowly stands and glares at the blonde through half closed eyes.
"You want me so badly? Fine. Here I am girly. I hope you can /handle/ it," he says darkly before rushing towards the girl, his right baton blurring as it draws a figure-eight pattern in the air, threatening to slam into Tiffany's chest and face twice on every circuit. After about 10 revolutions or so Mr. Big slows to a halt, coughing up blood all over his white leisure suit and falling to one knee. "Cold blooded." Big mutters quietly before face planting on the blinking dance floor.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big can no longer fight.
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Tiffany 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Tiffany blocks Mr.Big's Crazy Drum Dram.
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Tiffany 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Eagle
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Vanessa 0/-------/=======|
Did she perhaps make a fatal error? It wouldn't be the first time. You think after being slapped around by various other fighters that Tiffany should be thankful when she isn't garnering the attention from her opponent. Blue eyes widen as Big comes in for his attack and the girl does all that she can to duck low and hold her arms up to cover her face and torso as the repeated blows slam against her and push her back. She staggers another few steps even after Big's barrage and then there is a moment of her just standing there in that defensive position before she manages to lower her arms to look about.
She finds not only herself, but Vanessa standing with Mr. Big now on the ground. With a large grin on her face the young woman throws both arms into the air and turns about to face the majority of the crowd. Yeah, was there any doubt....okay, maybe just a little. She won't ever admit it though.
COMBATSYS: Tiffany has left the fight here.
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Vanessa 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Eagle
Luckily for Vanessa, it becomes clear that Big's had about all he can take. The fact that he crashes face-first into the floor and doesn't get up again helps with that. Still, it's not easy to stop something the size of that disco ball once it gets going. It comes swinging in dangerously close to Vanessa, but a swift tug from Eagle hikes it back up into the air, where it's tied off and allowed to swing harmlessly through the air.
With that taken care of, Eagle scoops up his microphone and walks back out onto the dance floor. "Looks like we've got our winners, folks!" Cue the cheering, as well as the DJ.
o/` Oh yes it's ladies night, and the feeling's right! Oh yes it's ladies night, oh what a night (oh what a night)... o/`
The music fades into the background, though still quite audible, as spotlights center on Vanessa and Tiffany so they can take a bow, or whatnot. Once that's all wrapped up, Eagle helps another employee drag Mr. Big off the floor, and prop him up somewhere out of the way, since it doesn't look like he's got any really serious injuries. And now... back to the dancing!
COMBATSYS: Vanessa has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Eagle has ended the fight here.
Log created by Eagle, and last modified on 13:28:23 08/09/2005.