Description: Zach and Vanessa rumble for a charity bash. Vanessa does all the bashing, however...
Vanessa has had some bad luck since returning to the fighting scene after a few months Away. It's kind of frustrating, but despite the losing streak, the Boxing Queen is fit to take it in stride, carrying on through it all.
Though where the hell she was last night is anyone's guess, she shows up only slightly late to yet another charity event today - dressed in her usual halter dress shirt and red tie, a nice sport coat slid over the whole ensemble to give her an impression of actual respectibility. A fight for charity - well, she's done a few in the past, and given her Neo League application is stuck in Bureaucracy Hell right now, this is about as close as she can get to checking out how the fighting scene has evolved since she snuck off into the wilds to box with wild lions or whatever she was doing. That Jinchuu thing...some of the warriors from that looked pretty interesting.
And wasn't the guy she's fighting today participating in that...?
Semi-finalist, in fact.
Zach walks toward the marked off area, hands in the pockets of a nice pair of casual pants, with a decent button-down shirt and Doc Martins to finish the look.
"Miss Vanessa, was it?" the American in a Midwestern accent. "Let's give these people a good show." Zach gestures to the rather large arena laid out.
Vanessa tilts her head a little, smirking as Zach appears. Well, she seems to recall he looked a little like that, anyway. Obviously she'll need to go rewatch the Jinchuu tapes in more detail - she was too busy with certain other matters to bother, at the time.
For the moment, the redhead merely bobs her head, sauntering toward the ring with one hand in a pocket, giving her a certain casual air. "A good show? That sounds like a plan, sugar," she quips.
Zach has gotten a haircut since then, thanks in part to the other semi-finalist. He slides his feet shoulder-width apart as he bounces on the balls of his feet. His hands come up by his midsection in a loose fighting stance as grins softly at Vanessa, "You can call me Zach, Miss."
COMBATSYS: Zach has started a fight here.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vanessa has joined the fight here.
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Vanessa 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zach
Vanessa smirks a little as she steps up to a good, fair starting distance. "Zach, huh?" she drawls, as if not quite totally paying attention. "And you already know my name, so I guess that makes us even. In which case..."
She reaches a hand up to the lapels of her jacket, and then with one sharp jerk, sweeps it off, clearing one arm smoothly, and tossing it into the air from the other, where it flies into the crowd or possibly into the hands of some functionary or other.
"Let's make it loud!" Vanessa laughs, and then sweeps forward, all but gliding across the ground toward Zach, with one fist cocked back and ready to drive right into his jaw as she completes the motion.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Zach with Dash Puncher.
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Vanessa 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Zach
Zach whistles appreciatively when Vanessa yanks the jacket off. However, the older woman is much faster than he is at this moment, and he takes the hit with a loud *CRACK!* across the jaw. He staggers back half of a pace before firing some kind of recoiling punch. The punch itself is supremely lacking in technique; the coating of glittering purple energy around only slightly less-so...
COMBATSYS: Vanessa blocks Zach's Sting.
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Vanessa 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Zach
Oh, one of these again, Vanessa thinks, just slightly sour. Well, she almost took out Alma last night despite his brain-powered murder fists, perhaps she can actually eke out a win here! She's /ready/ this time.
And thus, Vanessa snaps one of her own arms up, that sloppy attack easily glancing off her forearm, while Vanessa slides inward toward Zach, hooking a fist toward him while his arm's busy being deflected!
COMBATSYS: Zach fails to interrupt Medium Punch from Vanessa with Blast Bash.
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Vanessa 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Zach
It is okay if one arm is occupied by being deflected. Zach rolls attempts to roll with the deflection, and pivot as more energy ripples around the free arm, focusing at the elbow.
The wanderer steps in, and...
*WHAM!*
Zach is sent sprawling to the floor. Glen slowly pulls himself to his feet, and wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth as he gasps for air.
Vanessa plows right through Zach's attempt to stop her, sending him flat. She's a good sport, so she doesn't follow up immediately with something unnecessarily cruel...but she does keep ready to attack again as he rises.
Gosh, is he OK? She didn't think she wallopped him that hard...
No time for it now, though - If he's in dire straights, she'll settle back for a moment, but for the moment, when Zach gets back toward something approximating a combat-ready position, Vanessa moves again, sniffing sharply as her fist streaks in toward Zach's chest again.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa successfully hits Zach with Hook Punch.
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Vanessa 0/-------/---====|=======\======-\1 Zach
Zach jumps off of his feet slightly as the fist strikes home. He lands on his feet again, and brings a left fist back in a motion not all that different from the motion from Vanessa's punch; Zach's a fast learner.
However, the big difference between Vanessa's punch and Zach is the massive amount of purple Psycho Power that coaleses around the punching arm. That, and Zach aims the punch at Vanessa's ribcage as opposed to the upper chest.
COMBATSYS: Vanessa counters Burst Strike from Zach with Puncher Vision EX.
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Vanessa 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Zach
What, he's copying her now? Vanessa cocks her eyebrow as she spies Zach's motion, senses his intentions, and...
...refutes them categorically.
"Careful there, slugger," Vanessa murmurs, and then she moves - MOVES, in fact, capitals and all, her entire body blurring to perception as she skates right past Zach's punch, in fact right past Zach's entire guard, appearing from seemingly nowhere right up in Zach's face, his head at about neck level with the tall redhead, and perhaps more importantly, with her fist firmly embedded in Zach's solar plexus.
"You won't catch me with a trick like that," she quips, with a smirk down at the young man.
Zach's eyes go wide as the fist slams home. He bunches over the fist in his gut for a moment. He looks up at Vanessa weakly before slumping to the ground on both knees.
"Guess not," Zach says softly, "But I think this is done. Don't... wanna go glow-ball."
COMBATSYS: Zach takes no action.
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Vanessa 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: Zach can no longer fight.
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Vanessa 0/-------/--=====|
Go blow-ball?
Vanessa cocks an eyebrow, and echoes her own thoughts: "Go glow-ball?" she asks, retracting her arm and stepping back a little. She waves toward the bell crew, bouncing up and down on her feet a little to make sure everything still works as intended.
The announcers, who are no doubt minor celebrities of some creed or another, begin the usual post-fight commentary, while Vanessa just stands there, watching Zach for a moment. She'd ask him if he's OK, but doesn't plan to give him a conversational out regarding his odd little comment.
She'll ask in a bit.
"Big badda boom," Zach clarifies, "The footage looks like a big glowing ball of purple apparently. Rather... not have more property damage on my conscience."
He stays down for a moment, trying to pull air into his lungs for a moment. He slowly pulls himself to his feet with a significant wobble. "You beat the crap outta me."
Big badda boom, huh.
Vanessa gives Zach a somewhat dubious look, because people exploding in balls of radiance is not something she believes in off-hand, particularly when she has just completely steamrolled the person in question.
Well, there's always people she can ask about that.
"Well, if that's the way it is," she says, with mild disinterest. She shrugs. "Not a bad thing to avoid, property damage."
She then moves to walk away, but Zach wobbles to his feet and makes his remark, leading to Vanessa chuckling. "Sure did! But don't take it too hard." She looks back at her felled foe, resting one hand on the curve of her hip. "That just means you've got potential to grow, right?"
"Always someone stronger out there, yeah," Zach says with a nods as he clutches his ribcage. Shoveling the walks is going to suck tomorrow. He pulls himself upright with a slight wince and extends a hand to shake.
"Well, that's what they say, anyway," the redhead chimes, accepting the offered hand and shaking it - although somewhat more gingerly than strictly necessary, since Zach is injured and she doesn't want to put the poor guy in any more pain than he's already in.
"A good match," Vanessa finishes, turning on her heels and wandering back toward her end of things for the inevitable postfight interviews and all the other tasks of being a celebrity warrior. "Maybe we'll see each other again sometime!"
Zach nods. "Hopefully you won't be punching me the next time," he says with a weak chuckle before heading off to get looked at by the medics.
Log created on 16:33:27 12/27/2007 by Zach, and last modified on 19:05:53 12/27/2007.